After summarizing and sorting out all the gains, everyone in the team came out of the shadow of the falling stone belt, in addition to the soldiers who had experienced the killing of the Qarluqs, there was a lot of blood on their bodies, even those who had not participated in the attack also learned about part of Lao Luo's combat power through word of mouth, more than 300 and nearly 400 Qarluqs had nearly 100 people killed by Lao Luo's long knife, and this combat power made Lao Luo's prestige as the leader of the team have been greatly improved, As for the idea of the newly captured Qarluqs who were rumored to have joined, no one cared.

Invisibly, the people who are back on the road have more confidence than before, and many things are actually indescribable, such as morale and popularity. It's like the contrast between the wolves with the wolf king and the wolves without the wolf king on the grassland, not to mention that the tiger and lion of Old Robbi are even more ferocious.

In the procession that marched again, each warrior became more energetic, but Lao Luo, the leader of the team, began to squint on the back of a camel all day long like a napping lion, leaving his men to deal with the trivial matters on the road. The lioness in the team, Li Ji, kept circling around Lao Luo, which began when Lao Luo returned to the camp with blood stains and Qarlu captives, anyway, the relationship has been determined, and Li Zhan, who is an uncle, also feels that this matter is a matter of course, and no one can interfere with her.

The tall guy who was similar to the later Sharma bought from Smyrna said that it was from Burgundy, but it was impossible to verify whether it was the French place name of the later generations, so this kind of horse was named Heraclisma by the warriors, which means that it is as strong as Hercules. As for Lao Luo's mount, Heiyun was only one and a half years old, and although it was large, it was not the best time to ride, so most of the people in the team still rode on camels during the long journey. It's just that I pity the camel that Lao Luo rides, often a hundred kilograms of Lao Luo on its back, and behind it there is a flower biao with a foot of nearly twenty kilograms that is more and more robust like a little leopard.

There was no powerful kingdom on this journey, and there would be no thousands of troops to besiege him, and Lao Luo was not worried about the safety of his small team at all. Although the procession of more than a thousand camels and hundreds of horses attracted some snooping bandits, the confident warriors were capable enough to crush all greedy ambitions.

The occasional staggering passage of Armenians and Georgians, as well as Caucasian people with different customs, are just some of the scenery along the way. When encountering friendly tribes, Lao Luo's team will also exchange some necessary things with them, such as wine, wheat flour, fabrics, swords, etc., in exchange for seeds of exotic local plants, or gems, animal skins, and even the occasional legendary meteorite.

Georgia is a place that is said to have been found by Iason in ancient Greece, that is to say, a place rich in gold, although the foundry industry in this era has not yet developed, but there are many gold coins similar to Roman craftsmanship, that is, the kind of small gold cakes made of something similar to a seal after the financialization of yellow, although the number is not large, it is issued in small quantities every time a tribe rises in this land.

The term Georgia actually comes from the Eastern Sect of Christianity, which later became Orthodox Christianity, in the third century AD, when the rulers of the land accepted Christianity as the state religion and canonized it as the Kingdom of Georgia. The local Caucasians fought against the Arab-dominated Islamic forces in the south for many years, and because the Persians, Ossetians, Armenians, etc. were often involved, it was difficult to have a long-term stable regime.

Even in later generations, it was located on the geographical boundary between the Black Sea, the Caspian Sea, and Asia and the Asia Minor Peninsula, and it was also a disputed area between Catholicism and Islamic teachings.

Therefore, Lao Luo lived in this era, although the land was heavily influenced by Roman and Arab culture, it was never able to achieve the same development. Everywhere were small divided principalities, villages or towns, which had little to offer but little wealth, and the only trade was a small amount of barter. And it is only when trading that this team has a bit of a caravan.

Of course, trivial matters are handled by subordinates, anyway, the necessary precautions and needs are ordered, and taking this opportunity to train people is the best way.

Lao Luo himself is immersed in his own world. He began to think about the things around him like a philosopher, he couldn't help it, he couldn't help it, he didn't want to let himself fall into a state of obsession and ignorance of the outside world like he did when he came out of Ankara again.

Lao Luo himself is a soldier, and the reason why he has battlefield syndrome is not because he is afraid of blood, nor because of danger, but because too many comrades-in-arms have fallen beside him, and the blood of too many comrades-in-arms has been stained on his body.

In later generations, the general environment when he was in the army was generally a peaceful era. But in the context of peacetime, it is a hidden battle, and there is no face-to-face battle between swords and horses, but a mysterious conflict of interests, and sometimes the kind of battle that cannot distinguish between friend and foe is the most cruel.

I don't know how many times, the comrades-in-arms around him have been betrayed by the so-called "own people", if he Lao Luo is not vigilant enough, thoughtful and quick enough, he would have also become a dry bone in an unknown jungle, or a so-called "secret soldier" on a certain list.

Six years ago, because his comrades-in-arms in the original squad died and he was the only one alive, he was questioned in the army, and Lao Luo, who was forced to retire, stayed in his mother country in the east for a while, but he couldn't adapt to the hazy sky, and he didn't want to return to his hometown and let the grief affect his parents. He chose to leave his homeland and wander away, forming a mercenary company with a few friends in similar circumstances. For five years, he wandered all corners of the world, wandering on the dividing line between darkness and light, accustomed to seeing different countries, large and small, for wealth or for survival, like schools of fish in a pond devouring each other.

This is the way of survival of the racial state in later generations, and isn't the world also a pond today? The only difference is that the water quality of the pond is different, and the way the fish live is slightly different.

From this era to the world, Lao Luo has been observing everything around him all the time, it is not intrinsically different from later generations, the same intrigues, the same struggle for survival. Many tribes or nations of this era can no longer be seen in later generations, and many countries in later generations have not been traced at this time.

This is the development of the tribal group, but what about the individual? The big waves sweep the sand and disappear everyone, or is the king dominating the world? How should you choose the road ahead?

When Lao Luo first arrived in the hillside jungle of East Africa, all he thought about was survival, and then after arriving in Mombasa, he met the people of the Cui Fan family, and then he remembered that he might have to return to his hometown, and after arriving in Cairo, he began to think about how to survive in his hometown in this era.

The earliest plan to return to his hometown, Lao Luo was just looking for some Taoist books, trying to uncover the mystery of the space in his hand, and the secret of the axe, which was the key to returning to the original time and space, and no one could restrain him without restraint.

But man is social after all, and even he, a self-proclaimed ruthless warrior, is not exempt from vulgarity. When I arrived in Cairo and met Al-Hassen, a scientist now named El Hessin, I felt that I had begun to have some invisible bonds from the Maasai tribe.

So in order to have more choices in the future, or for more opportunities for the land he loved, Lao Luo took the initiative to go to Constantinople, but he didn't expect to empty the library at the same time, but he accidentally provoked the descendants of the artisan battalion of the Tang Dynasty. As a result, the gladiator warriors selected in Athens to take care of these tribesmen have also become their own arms, and they will be difficult to part with in the future. When you reach the plain of Baku, there are still tens of thousands of people waiting to be led by yourself, and further afield, to the homeland in the east, what should you choose?

This series of things, sometimes when I think about it, Lao Luo can't help but smile a little bitterly. Fate is sometimes really difficult to figure out, and there are too many things that are unexpected or out of control, just like when he was a child on the grassland, he wanted to be a shepherd rider; Later, before becoming a soldier, he practiced boxing hard and wanted to be a hero who eliminated violence and peace; He never thought of being a soldier, but he became the most ruthless killing machine; I was a free-spirited war wild dog, but I didn't expect to be beaten to this era when there were no rubber wheels.

Now Lao Luo feels like a wheel, being pushed forward by the rules of the world and the world, but he can't resist it, not only from the actual environment, but also from his own heart.

He understands his character, specialties and even all, he will never be a subordinate of the feudal dynasty, the Song Kingdom of this era is by no means the country he wants, as for the Liao Dynasty, not to mention, a country full of national oppression similar to the later Manchu Qing is even more to be broken, and the Mongols on the grassland who are still in the embryonic state are not his belonging, although he has half Mongolian blood, that barbaric ruling system can not be recognized by him at all, and if there is a chance to change the fate of the brave steppe tribes, it may be better.

Crossing the Demanisi Pass and entering the canyon area, which is quite wide and easy to walk, although the vicissitudes of life, Lao Luo can still vaguely find the impression of later generations on this mountainous area. As he got closer to the short-term destination of Baku, Lao Luo began to think more and more. It is not the cowardice of the hometown, nor the sense of expectation that the future generations will see the villagers, but a sense of oppression in the face of the integration of tens of thousands of people in the future, and a sense of responsibility with a heavy responsibility on the shoulders.

This feeling made Lao Luo feel a little breathless, as a former soldier, the feeling of responsibility greater than the sky has come again. It's just that this time the responsibility is not assigned by the so-called superiors, but Lao Luo himself took the initiative, and at the same time, there are many things that he has not experienced to weigh on his shoulders. For example, convincing people's hearts, such as the integration of non-combatants, such as the personnel arrangement of comprehensive adjustment, etc., these are all things that Lao Luo is not familiar with, but what Li Zhan and Zhang Lu are most worried about - the safety on the eastbound road, this matter Lao Luo is the least worried about. The military thing is not that Lao Luo is arrogant, but that he really looks down on the Central Asian tribes of this era.

After arriving in Baku, the trip was no longer the small team of less than 200 people in front of him, it was tens of thousands, equivalent to the population of a small county and town in later generations. If Lao Luo does not get involved in the co-ordination of non-military personnel, then there will definitely be troubles on the road ahead, and Lao Luo is convinced of this. You must know that in this era, the heart of the army is the heart of the people, and the people's heart is unstable, and the soldiers fighting on the periphery must be in turmoil, so to put it bluntly, he must be a military and political leader.

Maybe you should give it a try? Lao Luo knew in his heart that he could only choose the affirmative answer, because he could not face a fool leading his own people to death, nor could he accept a fool to point fingers at him, even if the fool might be very smart and wise.

"This is Silvan Shah!" Li Ji's excited shout came from beside him.

Lao Luo looked up, indeed, in the distance was an endless plain area, scattered with obvious Persian style of low houses and dwellings, as well as cultivated land and people in the cultivated fields busy wearing Persian traditional clothes.