In the early morning, on the flat ground at the top of the mountain, Lao Luo slowly practiced the Jingyuan secret technique cultivation that he had to carry out every day, which was the foundation of his unshakable survival. No matter what he wants to do in this day and age, keeping himself strong and unraveling the mysteries of his own into this world is the central purpose.

Of course, if it is possible, he will go with his heart and do what he can for his own race, which is also what he is willing to do.

To tell the truth, the chaos in front of him is purely Lao Luo's own trouble, if he returns to the east with pure thoughts, he can completely leave everyone and ride back alone, with his ability, even if he does not enter the court to be a rich boss in the world, it is not a problem at all, and the worst result is at least 90% sure that he will run all the way with tens of thousands of descendants of the Tang Dynasty to get rid of the Ghaznavids.

But yes, there is a place for everything, but, who would choose to be the one who has the opportunity to sit in a chair?

For Lao Luo, who had fought against the descendants of the Turks in the western frontier, it was only fitting that he would find trouble with their ancestors, even if there was some trouble in front of him.

What's more, after tens of thousands of miles of travel, this era clearly presents an opportunity to change the fate of his own race, how could Lao Luo allow himself to miss it? When he first arrived in East Africa in this era, he only subconsciously mentioned the leaders of the Maasai and Cui Fan families; When he opened Helen, he just thought that he could maintain a piece of his own territory in his hometown; But now, his thinking has gradually become clear, and it is no problem to maintain a piece of his own territory during his lifetime, but once he is gone, the family left behind must be like a young child holding gold through the market, and it is already the mercy of the plunderer not to be exterminated.

It is possible to bring change to one's own race, but how to make change something that is integrated into the bloodline is not so simple.

Time is the recorder of the evolution of everything, and it is only a few hundred years to go from one extreme to the other. You don't see the iron blood of the Qin and Han dynasties, and it has become an ostrich mentality that endures calm for a while; You don't see the controversy of a hundred schools of thought led by the former Taoist Confucianism and Famo, which has become a castration culture of the Three Principles and Five Constants; You don't see the strange poetry and rhetoric, and it has become a pile of eight strands of text without disease; You don't see the wide robe and big dress of the coat of arms, and it has become a bloated and obscene so-called flag costume......

Although Lao Luo has half Mongolian blood, he received a Han education from his father since he was a child, and when he grew up, he was influenced by an iron-blooded military camp, so it is natural to imagine which side he is biased towards.

Therefore, whether it is scheming or deliberate, Lao Luo must carefully consider his future direction and what he needs to do in advance for the future. Finally, he passed by Kai Helen in the early stage and abducted the best scientists of this era, and then kept accumulating a large amount of gold and silver property and documents, as well as the recent descendants of the Tang people, which can provide a good foundation for future development.

However, in addition to the troubles of the external Ghaznavids, the eastbound team led by Lao Luo also had internal worries. Although he is young in appearance, Lao Luo is not really a young man who is careless, and the descendants of the Tang Battalion of tens of thousands of people dominate, although there is nothing at the moment that he wants to return to his hometown, but what about the East?

It is inevitable that there will be some people who have some bad thoughts because they have lost the threat of the outside world, and Delong Wangshu is not a single character of a certain person.

What then? Kill? It's a bit cold to your own people, and it's easy to cause more hidden dangers, so the best thing to do is to reduce the chances of some people making mistakes. In order to achieve this goal, it is not enough to rely on the cold face of West Dick Nord, no matter how many rules are set, no one will be able to enforce it.

Therefore, the introduction of different groups of people can play a role in differentiation and supervision, in this era this method is called the imperial mind, to put it bluntly, it is the knowledge of human resource management, although Lao Luo likes to convince people with force, but if you don't even understand this simple political wisdom, then don't play.

Where to bring in the crowd? What kind of people?

At present, the Han Chinese who are trapped in the city of Herat as slaves are the best targets, as for the other Han Chinese who have converted to the Green Religion? Please, you have forgotten your ancestors, let alone what kind of Han you are.

Saving people and killing people are tasks that need to be completed, and his own manpower is not very enough, Lao Luo thought about this all night, but fortunately, with his physique, it is not a trouble to not rest for a few days in a row.

After practicing boxing and eating breakfast, Lao Luo called all the officers above the rank of Qu Commander together, and this time the battle was extraordinary, and there was no room for the slightest carelessness.

"Gonzas, how are the lightly wounded soldiers recovering?" The meeting place was an open cavern, the ground was covered with a lot of fur, everyone sat cross-legged on the fur, and after Olki counted the numbers, Lao Luo began with the topic of searching for wounded soldiers.

"Except for a few who hurt their legs, most of them are no longer in the way of fighting."

"Okay, I'll arrange this battle assignment now, and if you have any questions, speak immediately!" Lao Luo didn't say much, he knew all the subordinates here, who was suitable for what and how to do it, he knew in his heart.

"Command the Lord!" The officers, who had won a great victory, had rested well these days, and they replied with great vigour.

"Goshua, take your song with you, and give you a day's time to build an underwater wooden bridge in the shallows of the nearest Hari River. The drawings are here, you know the place, the materials go to the warehouse to find, take a look first, and ask me if you have any questions! "Advancing and retreating freely on the battlefield is the way to win, so Lao Luo's first consideration is the route of attack and retreat.

Goshua is the son of Goshya, although he is only seventeen years old, he has grown very stout, perhaps because he used to be conservative against the bullying of the Turks and Qarluqs, and he has a ruthlessness in doing things, and he is not at all as bold as his father as if he had been bent over by the ups and downs, because of his military exploits, he is now the leader of a hundred people.

As for why Lao Luo sent him a job as a sapper, it was entirely because this kid had a good carpenter skill because he had followed his father.

"Yes, Lord!" Goshua, who was as strong as a calf, took the blueprint from Alki's hand and stepped back to look at it.

"Dou Zucheng, Yang Jing, and Fromm, the three of you each bring your own song, and each song is responsible for disrupting the two soldiers of the six camps, what to do is up to you, the fire oil bombs, the hard bow, and the armor of the Turks are all over there in the warehouse, whatever you choose, the time is set for this evening when the Turks pray at night, do you have faith?" The three song chiefs were all carefully selected by Lao Luo among more than a dozen song chiefs, and they were all bold and careful guys. This is not a simple combat mission, but a task of making trouble behind enemy lines, and it is enough to arrange 50 people in each tribe's camp, and it is easy to make mistakes if there are too many people.

Dou Zucheng is the son of Dou Miao, the head of the family in the rear camp, and Yang Jing is from the same Orion background as Jin Qian, but he likes to lead soldiers, as for Fromm, this guy is a red-haired strong man, a former gladiator who has just gone down to the grassroots level from the pro-soldier team.

"Yes, Lord!" There was nothing to hesitate about, and when they got a key and somewhat difficult combat mission, the three guys were a little happy and toothless.

"Don't be busy rejoicing, your task is very critical, you don't need to kill many people, you can disrupt the six camps, you can burn their food and tents, you can also provoke their contradictions to fight, how to mess up, how to mess up, provided that you bring your brothers out and bring them back! Got it? Looking at the expressions of several people, Lao Luo was afraid that they would be negligent, and the soldiers who were originally few in the world had few elite soldiers, but they could not afford to lose.

"Understood, Lord!" The difficulty has increased, and the three of them have also calmed down, and there are only a hundred brothers under them, no matter which one is lost, it is distressing.

"Naga, you choose the Sanqu people, you want to be able to fight immediately, follow me into Herat City in the afternoon!" Several points were arranged, and the city of Herat must be more complicated, and Lao Luo must go out in person.

"Yes, Lord!" The black boy with a mouthful of white teeth happily went to find his suitable men.

"What will the Lord do to me?" Gonzhas listened for a long time, found that there was nothing to do with him, and hurried to ask.

"And me, the Lord! Although my scout battalion is almost in frontal combat, this kind of secret attack battle should be the most suitable for us to do! Alke stared at the side and was not willing to be calm, they were all experts in combat, and Lao Luo's military order knew that this was a large-scale chaotic battle as soon as he heard it.

"And us, the Lord ......"

"It's all quiet, it's not distributed yet!" Hearing that there was going to be a mess, Lao Luo hurriedly stopped, and it was a good thing to be happy when he heard the battle, but he couldn't mess up the rules, "Gonzas, your task is to lead the remaining people to quietly guard and respond on the south bank of the Hari River, and the people you want to respond to are in addition to me, as well as Dou Zucheng, Yang Jing and Fromm who just mentioned, after they make trouble in the six camps, it is inevitable that there will be spiritual enemies to track, your task is to kill all the pursuers, is there a problem?" ”

"No problem, Lord!" Gonzhas is now at ease, as long as he has a combat mission, he doesn't have to worry about his bastards who are eager to fight.

"Well, be careful not to let go of any enemies when you respond!" With Gonzas in charge, Lao Luo had nothing to worry about, the Thracian command was already a hundred times stronger than when he first started in Smyrna. "Alke, pick out six guys over there who are familiar with the camp tents of the six departments, and guide the three Qu who are responsible for making trouble over there!"

"Understood, Lord!" Alke knew that Lao Luo must have something to do, so he agreed and waited for Lao Luo to arrange it next.

Lao Luo didn't disappoint him, and continued, "In addition to the scouts guarding around the camp here, you choose fifty people to follow me to Herat!" ”

"Yes, Lord!" Lao Luo didn't say who he wanted to go, nor did he say that he was not allowed to go in person, that is, he promised to let him, the captain of the scout battalion, go to battle together, and Alke almost jumped up with joy, and it was only a pleasure to fight with this master.

After arranging all the tasks, Lao Luo is no longer verbose, he knows very well what kind of people under him can do things, so he should let his subordinates exercise alone, he can't be vague, he can't always fight the world by himself, right?

After eating at noon, Lao Luo led his men in a circle to cross the Hari River from the west across the bridge, and hundreds of people marched towards Herat.

Everyone's dress is out of the Tang people's characteristics, Lao Luo is dressed more like an Arab nobleman, Ark is a butler, and Naga is a personal black slave, everyone rides Arab horses or camels, and there are more than a dozen tall wooden wheeled carts, typical of the Abbasid aristocratic style.

The weather is not so sunny, there are some clouds on the side of the sun, Lao Luo rode on horseback, raised his hand to look at the sky, and always felt a little bloody.

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P.S. A cover has been reset, which can be regarded as a celebration of finally recommending more than 10,000.