For Cheng Shouru's vague temptation, Lao Luo didn't care at all, he said a few words with a smile and scolding, and then pointed out a few words of equipment precautions from the side, which can be regarded as letting the other party achieve his mind little by little, and whoever cedes the dominant power to others will inevitably have a trial to understand.

Lao Luo really hopes to have more influence on the descendants of the Cheng family, and it is best to be able to stand alone on the road.

The chat of several people did not delay the detection of the quality of this batch of equipment, in fact, whether it was the joint workshop presided over by Li Ne and Dunne or the group of craftsmen staring at El Hesian in the Lao Luo camp, the objects produced were all required to be of first quality, after all, no one wanted their cronies to fight with a scimitar that could be cut off and a spear that could be broken when lifted, conscience was priceless in this era, especially for the Chinese people, the traditional moral constraints have been rooted in the blood.

The reason why Cheng Shouru was called to inspect the configuration of the equipment together, in addition to the tactical guidance of the city guards, Lao Luo's purpose was also to do as much communication as possible, and when he set foot on the east return road on the next day, he would not cooperate properly when he encountered trouble, and the loss would not be a small matter of one or two lives.

"Lao Cheng, the soldiers on your side are now completely in control of the side van, right? Is there anything I can help with? "Lao Luo is still a little worried about the soldiers guarding the city, as the main general, think more at this time, and the lives of many soldiers may be saved on the battlefield.

"The effect of the recent training has been much better, but there are still some old problems, the veteran oil is often careless, the recruit always makes mistakes, and several times he was pinched when he was assembling the car formation, but fortunately they are all wearing armor, otherwise it will be troublesome, alas, the time is still too short." Cheng Shouru was faintly worried when he replied, if nothing else, the Tang battalion had not participated in a slightly larger battle for nearly ten years, and it would be possible to return to the east in a hurry with such soldiers?

"No way, if you want to go back, you have to go back as soon as possible, it stands to reason that starting in early spring is a more suitable season, but it takes too long in the middle, not to mention whether people can wait for a long time, that is, during this period, the news spreads, and I don't know what the surrounding tribes will think, we can't pin our hopes on other people's families, and fate is the most suitable thing to grasp in our own hands." Lao Luo was silent for a while, and he still checked the hanging thread of a few pairs of boots in his hand, and then said: "What's more, there is no difference between preparing for Donggui and preparing for war, this kind of preparation is never done enough, so timing is the most important." There's an old saying, how do you get it? When the interruption continues, it will be disturbed! ”

Old Lola said a lot of miscellaneous things, his speed of speech was not fast, Cheng Shouru listened carefully word by word, and pondered for a long time, until the things in the warehouse were almost counted, he stood beside Lao Luo and looked at the sky outside the warehouse and said: "Two days ago, Li Zheng and Li Liulang told me that there was chaos and disputes in the royal family of Xierfan, and it was impossible to distinguish the winner in a short period of time, and there was no accurate and unified attitude towards the things we were going to go to now. ”

"Isn't that just right, they fight for theirs, we go ours, why do we need to know their attitude?" Lao Luo's words inevitably brought some anger, which can be regarded as lamenting his misfortune and being angry with him.

"San Lang, please calm your anger, ten years ago, the Tang camp escaped from the control of the nobles of the Abbasid Kingdom, and the Sylvan royal family still helped a lot, Li Zheng went to visit the ancestor of the Li family at the behest of the ancestor of the Li family, no matter what, there should always be a beginning and an end." Cheng Shouru didn't have any anger, but he explained helplessly: "Another purpose of Li Zheng's going over there is to find out the specific attitudes of those Sylvan Samanites, at least to be able to distinguish who is still a friend and who is our enemy." ”

"That's the case, but it's understandable." Lao Luo softened, "I don't know what kind of agreement the predecessors of the Tang Battalion had with the Hilfan royal family, and I don't have any intention of exploring, but I just think it's just a mutually beneficial cooperation, nothing more than that they have soldiers, and the Tang Battalion has tools that can make things that others are not good at, and both parties are under the rule of the Abbasids, so it doesn't matter what subordination, over the years, what so-called friendship has turned into interests." So how much more love should be repaid? ”

"San Lang, you're right, what kind of affection, it's all fooling. As far as I know, for the last five years, the Silvans have sent some materials every year, and we have helped them make utensils, and they have sold them for profit, and the distribution to each family is barely enough to buy food and miscellaneous goods. Cheng Shouru listened to Lao Luo's analysis, and couldn't help but agree.

"You can't find your own way...... Forget it, let's not talk about it. Lao Luo wanted to say that he was looking for a way to sell the utensils he made, but after thinking about it, this era was not the free trade era of later generations, and without the support of force, the sales team of the Tang Camp might be robbed by someone pretending to be robbers as soon as they left the house. He changed the topic, "Listening to what Lao Cheng said, I think you also have a lot of resentment towards the mortals of Xi'er, what's the matter?" Do you want to test my thoughts about the Celestials? ”

Cheng Shouru was blushing by Lao Luo's words, and the idea that he had been thinking about for a long time was exposed by the other party's words, how could he not be embarrassed?

As soon as Lao Luo finished speaking, he knew that he had guessed right by looking at the other party's expression, and he was really a little bold to dare to love this big man with a door panel, "Lao Cheng, don't worry, I say you listen, see if it's right or not, how about it?" ”

"Cheng, San Lang, you can say it." Cheng Shouru blushed, half embarrassed and half embarrassed.

"The royal family of Sylvan is in turmoil, and there has been no winner for more than half a year, and the people are also dissatisfied when they come to Baku, and the army has no intention of fighting. You Lao Cheng has said so many complaints, I think you have long been dissatisfied with the Sil mortals, and although our soldiers are not many at the moment, they still have a chance to win against the chaotic Sil mortals...... You're trying to take advantage of the opportunity to make a mess for the Sil mortals, right? Lao Luo's eyes lit up for a moment, and then darkened, "Or you can control the entire plain by controlling the Hilfan royal family, and then the Tang camp doesn't have to go, isn't it?" ”

The more Cheng Shouru listened, the bigger his mouth opened, and when Lao Luo finished speaking, he directly said, "Big Luo, why do you have such a long head?" In a few words you guessed what I thought. ”

"Lao Cheng, Lao Cheng, you are really a descendant of Lu Guogong, no wonder I heard that your ancestor was the demon king of the mixed world, this idea is ......" Lao Luo couldn't help but sigh, this guy looks rude, he really has some ghost ideas, and he is bold enough.

"How's it going, Luo Saburo? Is this an idea for me? Cheng Shouru's expression was a little bright, but he was not embarrassed at all. In his opinion, anyway, this big man Luo is shrewd enough and powerful enough, and it is nothing to be guessed.

"Feasible!" Lao Luo casually confirmed, and then changed his tone, "Then what about after that?" ”

"After that, it's not simple, controlling the Sylvan royal family is equivalent to coercing the Son of Heaven to order the princes, whoever is disobedient and killed." The more Cheng Shouru spoke, the more excited he became, as if he had seen the Tang Battalion controlling the scenery of this land.

"Kill...... Kill you! Lao Luo drank viciously, "How many people are there in the Tang camp?" How many Samanids were there in the Plains of Sylvan? You sprinkle a handful of salt into the sand and expect all the sand to turn into salt? ”

"Hmm......" Cheng Shouru heard that something was wrong, and the excitement on his face disappeared suddenly.

"And, Lao Cheng, have you considered it, how many warriors will be killed or wounded in attacking the Sylvan royal family? Originally, the population of the Tang camp was not large, and if one died, there would be one less, and the remaining orphans and widows would not get much property, waiting to be killed by others. Also, for the sake of this little property, the reputation of the Tang Camp in this land has all been broken, and he can start with his former partners, who else will cooperate in the future? "It's not that Lao Luo hasn't considered establishing himself in Sylvan, these things have been deduced when he first arrived in Sylvan Plains.

"It's not a lot of money, the Sylvan royal family is still very rich...... Since it is not suitable to establish a foothold here, we robbed them of their wealth, and we did not stay and left here to go back to the East, wouldn't it be good to be a rich man at that time? Cheng Shouru's mind is indeed not slow.

Lao Luo said funny and angry: "You care so much about the wealth of the Sylvan royal family? ”

"Of course, at least half of their wealth is earned by selling the utensils we make, and they all say that those who grow rice have no rice to eat, and the craftsmen have worked hard all year to buy new clothes for the ladies of the family without money." Cheng Shouru's tone was still a little indignant when he said this.

Lao Luo doesn't care about any wealth now, gold, silver, treasures, grain, timber, weapons, armor, books, seeds, furs...... This kind of thing occupies a full two cubic kilometers in his space, and he really didn't see the gold and silver wealth of the Hilfan royal family, but he couldn't say it so directly, "I know that your Lao Cheng should not be greedy for the wealth of those Silvans, but for the sake of everyone's grievances, but this matter has nothing to say, the predecessors of the Tang Dynasty Camp should have an agreement with the other party, so the poverty can only be admitted, and now we have to return to the East, and don't do anything extraneous." Otherwise, with those riches, with Sylvan chasing soldiers behind him, and bandits in front of him who heard the news and came to rob, how could he return to the East? ”

"Alas, I understand what you said, Luo Saburo, but I am a little unwilling......" The man on the door panel sighed, as if he wanted to spit out all the depression in his chest.

"I understand, but you have to endure it if you are unwilling, you can't mess around at a critical time, in the end, human life is more important than wealth." Lao Luo patted the other party's shoulder understandingly, "The top priority is to put the soldiers in order and train well, I estimate that there will be a quiet time along the way after departure, and you can train while walking......"

"Understood......" A good idea was rejected, and Cheng Shouru was naturally still a little unwilling.

"Lao Cheng, take all your thoughts." Lao Luo can't help but warn him, he has seen a lot of guys like this in his later life, he usually doesn't look at anything, and he doesn't know when he will be bold enough to do something, "What do you want to do, the first fist is hard enough, the knife is sharp enough, without this, you don't have to think about anything......"

"Well, I'll listen to you about this......" Cheng Shouru had no choice but to listen to Lao Luo, after all, he admitted that Lao Luo was the head of security and combat on the way back, of course, he couldn't turn his hand and hit himself in the mouth...... He was thinking like this, watching the soldiers move boxes of weapons and armor out, and suddenly felt that there was something in Lao Luo's words just now, "Luo Sanlang, what did you mean by what you said just now?" ”

"What did I say?" Lao Luo was busy checking with Stan about the distribution of various materials, and was stunned by Cheng Shouru.

"What do you say you want to do, the first fist is hard enough, the knife is sharp enough......" Lao Cheng, the man with the door panel, has a really good memory.

"Ahh......hhhh That is, the fist is not hard enough, the knife is not sharp enough, and you don't want to do anything...... But if the conditions are met, what are you going to do, will I still stop you? Lao Luo squeezed his eyebrows.

"What do you mean?" Cheng Shouru looked at Lao Luo's expression a little stupid.

"The Shirvans are a branch of the Samanids, there must be someone who has a connection with Tehran, and the one here can't move, and the other side? Go back and think about it, and make sure you hurry up and train your soldiers! Lao Luo knew what he would bring if he said this, but there was no way, if he didn't say so, the junior of the Demon King of the Mixed World in front of him didn't know what he would do.

Cheng Shouru escorted the materials assigned to the soldiers and left with his head held high.

Lao Luo is full of confidence in the next few months, if Cheng Shouru was originally a guard dog with the city guard, then when he arrived on the way back to the east, he should be regarded as a hunting dog......

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P.S. It's still a lot of brains to write about this kind of turning point, and it's been updated a little later in the past few days.

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