The funeral went very smoothly, and although many people were sad, at the same time the enthusiasm of the soldiers was aroused, because in addition to the high-profile funeral, which could be a luxurious funeral, another news was spread that the merits of the soldiers on the way back to the East would be linked to the rewards of arriving in the East, and a bereavement system was being formulated.

Compared with the mediocre life with no goals in the past, brave or scheming people feel that their opportunity has come, at least they can become the respectable one, at least they can make their families talk in front of the people around them. Honor may be called vanity, but man is a social animal, and isn't that what he needs besides a full stomach?

After the funeral before noon, Lao Luo asked someone to set up a table under the shade of the tree, preparing to raise the norms for the bereavement, and when striving for the opinions of the people around him, there must always be a draft of things.

"Lord, Stan, and Alc for a meeting." Nuralman walked forward quickly and said to Lao Luo.

"Is there something wrong with them?" Lao Luo didn't look up and continued to sketch on the paper.

"I didn't hear them talk about it, but Stan had brought something strange." Of course, Nuralman knew that Lao Luo didn't want to be disturbed, but looking at the expressions of Stan and Alke, it seemed that something was important, and he could only explain it to the best of his ability.

"Alright, let's call them over." Hearing Nuralman's report, Lao Luo could only put aside his pen and pause, this Arab boy is a very clever guy, if it is not an important matter, he will not bother himself. Nowadays, writing things is a very laborious job for Lao Luo, but there is no way, no one can replace him, he wants to establish a living environment that he thinks is reasonable, the only way can only be to do it himself, at least for the time being, no one can help him conceive everything he wants.

In a few moments, the tall Norse Hanstein came over carrying a huge ball, followed by Alker, who looked like a dwarf, and behind them there were six soldiers carrying things with armbands on their left arms, and the "back" refers to the logistics battalion, these are Stan's soldiers.

"General!" Everyone stood in front of Lao Luo and respectfully made a chest salute.

Lao Luo returned the salute and looked directly at the orb that Stan was carrying, "This is ...... Rattan balls? ”

"Yes, Lord, yesterday when the spoils of war were collected, the soldiers collected a lot of this stuff from the battlefield, and I want to see the Lord of the Generals is also this ......" Stan's voice was a little hoarse, it seemed that even he, a money-loving Viking, was a little overwhelmed by the trivial matters of logistics.

"General, this thing is not the biggest, there are many that have been burned, and this guy is at least three times the size...... When they were found, they were together with some rubble. "As a scout, Alke has been trained by Lao Luo many times, and his observation is definitely first-class.

Lao Luo took a closer look at this rattan ball, the diameter is about nearly one and a half meters, it is made of rattan with good toughness, but it is not very dry, you can see fresh stubble everywhere, it is full of the pungent smell of crude oil, this thing is used as a trebuchet projectile is a little too light, but it is used to roll down to intercept the enemy, it is a good weapon, if Lao Luo did not discover the ambush of the Turks in advance, when the eastward return team entered the valley, these things rolled down from the top of the mountain, and the people who were burned to death did not know how many.

It seems that there are not no capable people among the Turks, this kind of thing even Lao Luo, a well-informed professional soldier, did not expect, but one wrong step, one wrong step, this kind of thing is sometimes much more important than the sophistication of weapons.

"It seems that the fire attack the night before was not just because we set the fire......" Lao Luo groaned for a moment and summed it up.

"That's right, Lord, we just lit a fire that night, and the fire pot we threw away couldn't be as big as it burned the mountain." Alker was also one of the fighters who attacked that night, so he naturally knew the battle situation that night best.

"Then you can only blame the dead ghost Pasar for being unlucky, who told him to choose us as an opponent?" Pasar was slaughtered as a sacrifice at the funeral in the morning, and a great man who had been crisscrossing Central Asia for many years died silently, and Lao Ro had no idea of taking the enemy for his own use.

"The Lord is wise!" Stan and Alker said in unison that they were now becoming more and more fluent in Chinese under the influence of the descendants of the Tang people, and they had learned this sycophancy.

"Don't talk nonsense, isn't that all there is to me?" Lao Luo waved his hand a little impatiently, he was still not used to receiving compliments from his subordinates.

"General, yesterday I sorted out the battlefield and harvested a lot of Turkic weapons and armor, there are more than 5,000 sets, although there are many damages, but the complete repair can also make up 4,000, and there are also a lot of scattered coins, less than 3,000 horses were collected, most of them were burned to death, and many escaped too far to catch ......" Stan reported the harvest of the spoils one by one, although he was the logistics director, but the number of loot still needs to be reported.

"Well, I promised Li Xuan and Cheng Shouru to give them a total of half of the loot as a reward for cleaning up the battlefield, have you carved it out?"

"Isn't it too much to pay the lord and half of the loot?"

"Nothing, Stan. In addition to war horses, we don't need a lot of weapons and other things at all, and we can distribute them to civilians or other soldiers, so our pressure can be less. Moreover, although only one cavalry school is directly subordinate to us at the moment, the others will be our reserve soldiers in the future, so there is no need to be so clear. ”

"Understood, Lord, give them all the weapons and armor? So we can keep coins and the like for ourselves, right? ”

"Stan, Stan...... You money-grubbing pirate! There are bows and arrows and good armor to keep, but are we missing gold coins and the like? Lao Luo looked at the stout big man in front of him with some tears and laughter, to be honest, for the Turkic armor, Lao Luo really didn't look at it, not to mention the poor workmanship, it couldn't play any defensive role at all, and the three-edged armor-piercing arrow pierced it.

"Hey, general, there are more and more of us, and we always have to reserve more gold and silver coins." Stan isn't embarrassed, is a pirate without treasure still a pirate? It is true that there is always some accumulation.

Of course, Lao Luo can't say that there are dozens of tons of gold and silver coins in my space, and there are too many to fill, so he can only say angrily: "Stan, don't care about those things, gold and silver coins can't eat and drink, and accumulating more grain, forage, fur and the like is the most basic wealth." ”

After appeasing the unrelenting hunk Stan, Old Luo had time to listen to Alck's whistle.

"General, Damgan's side is just a small city with no more than 10,000 people, and the news that we have killed nearly 10,000 Turks in the valley has reached there, and many people have begun to prepare to flee with their families."

"Well, what ethnicity is Dhamgan based on now?"

"It's mainly Turkmen, but they make up less than half, and then Iranians, Uzbeks, Kazakhs, some Kievan Rus' and Georgians...... Most of them were old and weak women and children, and there were not many men, and it is estimated that most of them died in the valley. ”

"Did you find that Constant's clan?"

"I've been contacted, the Hadi Department is a small group, and there are probably less than a thousand soldiers killed in this battle, and they won't be able to do anything for at least five years......"

"Hardy is so weak? What about the other tribes? ”

"The other tribes are weaker than the Hadi, and the Turkmen are even left with old and weak women ......"

"Very well, contact the patriarch of the Hardy tribe, if you want to redeem his son, exchange it for five hundred cattle, and if he can give me a thousand women of childbearing age, I will halve it for him......"

"Yes, Lord. But what will the main woman do? ”

"Stupid! It's for you men to find women, remember to be careful, ask for women who are in good health and have no diseases, and don't ask for women from the Hardy Department, if he can find more, we can pay them......"

"Yes! Will the Lord! With a promise, Alke happily pulled Stan with the same expression.

Lao Luo returned to his position with a wry smile and continued to work on his pension plan. If it weren't for the fact that he found that the physiological needs of many soldiers in Rai City were a little strong, he really didn't care much about finding wives for soldiers, and now it seems that it is obviously a little late to wait until the east to think about this matter, and now taking advantage of the defeat of the Turks as an introduction, it is also a way to kill two birds with one stone by plundering the women of the Turkmen tribe in disguise to reduce their population base, not to mention that there is no need to do it himself, it is estimated that the patriarch of the Hadi tribe will happily carry out this plundering task.

Since the Turks want to rob their own people, they should not complain that others are doing the same against them.

Damgan is not a good place to stay, and the next point in Lao Luo's plan is Mashhad, where he will choose to cross the Green Mountains directly from the south or north - the toughest section of the Silk Road.

It's already the middle of August, although the climate is still hot, but the night has already felt a hint of autumn coolness, and there is not far from the Seven River Valley, dealing with the Qarluq and Uyghurs, need to cross the green mountains before the arrival of the bitter winter, time is getting more and more urgent.

If time is really too late, then you can only stay in the Seven Rivers Valley to spend the winter, in any case, it is not wise to climb over the green mountains when the winter snow falls in this era. According to later records, the winter in the Pamirs was from October to April, with a minimum temperature of minus 50 degrees, which was not in any way something that the winter clothing of this era could resist.

July to September is the best time to cross the Pamirs, and if you miss it, you will have to wait for next year.