It was already the end of summer, as long as he was not standing in the sun, it would no longer be so hot, and Lao Luo's Chinese army tent was once again overcrowded.

"Siedek Nord, until the end of this battle, you sit on the side of the main camp, strictly check the discipline, all the people in the main camp must be controlled, and anyone who may cause chaos in the main camp must be controlled as soon as possible." For the Tang people who have not experienced the battle for many years, 50,000 miscellaneous troops can also be called a large army to suppress the territory, Lao Luo is very clear about this, "Cheng Shouru, you are responsible for the defense of the main camp, and you have to cooperate with Siddlek Nord in terms of internal discipline. ”

"Yes, Lord!" Siddeck Nord sat up straight, his blue eyes shining brightly.

"Understood, Lord." Cheng Shouru's tone was a little weaker, but it was by no means that he was resistant, but he was not used to this kind of formal barracks etiquette.

Lao Luo looked at the two of them, especially Siedek Nord, hoping that this blue-eyed devil would not overdo things, Germanic people are strict, but they are also prone to paranoia, once they do things to the end, he is a minority in the land of the East, and he can no longer accommodate them, but this kind of comforting words cannot be spoken, especially at this time.

"Brother Xuan, the civil affairs are left to you, the soldiers of the garrison camp are fighting on the periphery, and the coordination of ordnance, food and other things can be left to you, Du Lao and Nirvana are old, and they can't afford such a tiring thing." The main housekeeping and logistics have always been the responsibility of the old man Li Tan, and Li Xuan, who is nearly forty years old, is full of energy, of course, he is duty-bound.

As for Du Lao and Ni Lao, of course, they refer to Du Ne and Li Ni, the two old men who were in charge of the joint workshop also appeared in the camp tent at this time, there was no way, in the face of 70,000 enemies, no one dared to take it lightly.

"San Lang, the old man can still afford ......" because Li Ne, who knew that the war was coming, looked solemn, he was not familiar with Lao Luo's army etiquette, and used a homely title, but Du Ne next to him was a man who understood Lao Luo, a decisive man, and did not say a word.

"Shibo, you are always busy, or the same, do what you are good at, manage the repair of damaged ordnance, and as for civil mediation, it is best to leave it to Brother Xuan." Of course, Lao Luo would not wipe the face of the future Taishan in front of everyone, "As for Du Lao, it is also the practice in the Silvan time, you are the backbone of the craftsmen, no problem, right?" ”

"Okay, Luo Sanlang, that's all Lao Du can do, I don't need you to explain." Dunne looked at the tall man standing in the tent with a smile on his face, he chose to cooperate from the beginning, and everything along the way proved that his decision in Sylvan was not wrong.

"Well, you're always in charge." Lao Luo also smiled back, although it was very stiff, and then he turned his gaze to Snow, the Viking who was looking around with a face full of indifference, "Snow, you don't have to fight this time, but the slave camp is under your control, don't be careless." ”

There are now nearly 400 people in the slave camp, except for the earliest Qarluqs and Milfiro, as well as some Georgians who have deviated from the Duchy of Taw-Klarzhet, the rest are harmless exiles captured along the way, no way, there are too many people who are difficult to survive because of the war in this era, if they don't become robbers, they will starve to death, and if they become robbers, they will be likely to be hacked to death, although there is no freedom in the slave camps on Lao Luo's side and they have to do all kinds of chores, but at least they will not starve to death.

"Don't worry, general, if those bastards dare to make trouble, I will pinch them all to death!" Stan speaks and flexes his thick arms.

Well, his arms are indeed thicker than others, even Lao Luo can't compare to him, four hundred slaves are said to be a lot, but it is estimated that it is not enough for him to kill alone, this is a rough gorilla.

Lao Luo didn't want to roll his eyes, so he had to pout helplessly, this bastard has always been like this since he was in Sylvan, because he understood the future life prospects, many former gladiators were very relaxed in front of Lao Luo, a little pampered and arrogant, but they also became more and more like his teammates in later generations.

"Haydn, this battlefield rescue is your mission, I don't need to explain what to do, right?" Lao Luo turned his gaze to Haydn, who rarely appeared in the tent, this Germanic man and Qin Langzhong, the doctor of the original Tang camp, had studied medical skills together, and now trained some ambulances, and was busy instructing those novices to sew up various skins every day.

"No problem, Lord!" It was still the rigorous answer of the Germans, which made Lao Luo worry as before.

The things that went to war had been planned for a long time, and after the main problems of the main camp were arranged, it was natural that someone would have to shoulder their responsibilities, and there was no need to mention messy trivial matters. In the evening, when Lao Luo was sorting out the battle information, Helton, who had been staying in Mashhad to explore the information, took advantage of the twilight sky to come back.

"The Lord, the messenger of the Emir of Ghaznavid, has arrived in Mashhad." Helton's first sentence after entering Lao Luo's military tent was such a content.

"So fast?" Lao Luo didn't want to answer, in fact, from the time before noon, Alk informed Ghaznavid that an envoy had been sent over, and Lao Luo knew that the other party would come sooner or later, although he didn't care, "Do you know his name, how many people are coming?" Who else received him? ”

"It is said that he was a close confidant of Mahmud, whose name was Mushara and that he was the deputy governor of the Ghaznavid court." Helton's answer was equally succinct, and he did not dare to be verbose at all when it came to such a serious matter, "As for the person who received him in Mashhad, you have also seen the general, and it is Hakmu, the assistant of the Great Imam. ”

"Deputy Chief of the Palace? This is an internal affairs officer, it seems that it is indeed a close confidant of Mahmoud, and Hakmu received it? It seems that the gods are indeed the same creatures as the politicians. The name Musara reminds Lao Luo of the former president of a certain country in South Asia in later generations, but at the moment, it seems that this person does not have the political status of the later generation, and the position of deputy governor of the palace is obviously very obvious that only the monarch's cronies can hold.

Helton didn't speak, and to tell the truth, what he hated most about this businessman-soldier hybrid was a politician who was a mouthful, because they could take other people's things at will, and when he was a businessman, he was taken away from his money, and when he was a soldier, he was taken away from his freedom.

Lao Luo did not have the purpose of consulting Helton, and for him, it was not necessary to consult them when there was no definite purpose, otherwise he would get compliments or false answers at best, although this reduced his communication with his men, but increased his prestige in the hearts of his men.

The next morning, the Mushara came, and was brought in by Olki, just like the Hakmu on the previous visit, but this time Lao Luo did not go out to greet him—since it was hostile, there was no need for false politeness, of course, this was Lao Luo's point of view.

"General Bartol, is that how you treat your guests?" Mushara had a burly figure, a full beard, and did not look like an inner court official at all, and after he entered Lao Luo's tent, the first thing he said was such a question.

"All right, please be seated, Your Excellency Musala." Lao Luo didn't even sit up, but just looked up at him, "Your Excellency is here on behalf of the emir of Ghaznavid, and you should know that we are not friends. ”

Lao Luo's meaning is very clear, you are not my friend, or even an enemy against each other, why should I greet you?

"Oh, so General Bartol thinks we're enemies?" Mushara sat unceremoniously on the soft floor opposite Lao Luo as if he were in his own home.

"Isn't it?" The performance of the Ghaznavid envoy did not attract Lao Luo's attention, in fact, he didn't care about the other party's pretended generosity at all, in his eyes, this so-called envoy was just a joke.

"No, no, General Bartol, our Excellency Hermi Mahmoud is very sincere in inviting you Tang people to stay and witness the dream of a great Turkic empire." Musala's tone was exaggerated, completely inconsistent with his rugged and bold face.

"Your sincerity?" Lao Luo was a little tired of playing with the other party, if it wasn't for the fact that he wanted to avoid getting too stiff with the Ghaznavids, he even wanted to reach out and twist the other party's neck directly, "Where is your sincerity?" Sorry, I didn't see that. ”

It's not a kind of nonsense that two countries are at war and don't fight each other, it's just that no matter what kind of war, as long as it is not genocidal, there will definitely be communication at the top, and this communication can be used for some purpose at some point, such as wooing, truce, dividing, divisive, persuading surrender, and so on.

"Well, according to what we know, General Bartol is a remarkable figure, so His Excellency the Emir thinks that the killing of Pasar can be completely unmentioned." Mushara's expression was a little more restrained, but it was a little more pleasing to the eye, "Moreover, if General Bartol can lead the Tang battalion to stay and is willing to fight for El Er, according to the Tang people, you can get the fief you want in the future." ”

This is a good play, Lao Luo commented secretly. The promises of the Ghaznavids are not difficult to understand at all, the dead Pasar is useless, and if you can win the allegiance of a shrewd general with empty promises, it will be worth a lot, not to mention the fact that there is a group of artisans like the Tang Battalion as an ancillary gift. It's just a pity, if you change someone, maybe you can use conditions like fiefdom to win over, Tang people, no, it should be that the enthusiasm of all ethnic groups for land in this era is immeasurable, but they didn't expect that a guy like Lao Luo has not completely belonged to this era.

Nuralman, who was listening in the tent, and Olki, who was guarding the door, couldn't help but show a look of concern.

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