In the end, Lao Luo attributed his transformation to being influenced by Al Hessin, and of course, the influence of the people around him. He came up with a theory: when the people around you are supporting you and following you, you have to think about a lot of things that are not your will.

This includes throwing away some of your original characteristics and then having to accept something new. It's like he's now giving up his original habit of solving problems by killing, and in order to take care of the people around him, he's starting to become like a leader.

In fact, since coming to this era, Lao Luo has not been so entangled in his military identity, there is no so-called order from his superiors, and he does not have to think about choosing to take on tasks to make money to take care of the families of his comrades.

Under the influence of many years of military experience, Lao Luo has never been a person who is at ease with what happens, nor is he a stupid soldier who only knows how to obey military orders - a person who only knows how to obey military orders cannot become a special soldier, let alone a soldier king. Everything must come and go, this is the truth that Lao Luo believes, from the truth that there is something to be gained, he thinks that behind his situation, there must be an unknown main messenger, even if this main messenger has never shown up.

So Lao Luo, who is a little semi-obsessive-compulsive, found himself a goal - to go home, and now he has traveled at least 20,000 kilometers, but he finds that his fetters are beginning to increase, and he can't help but embark on a royal road.

From a mercenary to a leader and even a king, is it happy? One thing, Lao Luo is not a ruthless and desireless saint, naturally he is also a little happy, but he is not happy for any kind of enjoyment of power, but he thinks in his heart that if he meets his former comrades-in-arms again, he can boast - buddies are also addicted to the emperor, and more often feel a kind of bondage, and, obviously, at present, this kind of thought cannot be told to others.

Lao Luo sat in front of the tent with some confusion, watching the smoke and flames caused by the forge in the joint workshop in the distance slowly spread to the entire Tang camp, and the sound of training on the recruit playground in the distance came from his ears.

In the spring season, the soldiers under his command are constantly practicing riding skills on horseback, but he is sitting on the edge of the tent like a bitter otaku, Lao Luo stopped his thoughts, and really wanted to shout, God, send me a few intelligence analysts and combat staff officers.

It's a pity that the skill of the Great Summoning Technique is not something that Lao Luo can do, so he only has a small secretary by his side, and he is still a man, although Nuralman, this kid, has learned a lot of things in the Al-Azhar Mosque, but the things in the army are not something that can be taught in the school.

He threw down the map in his hand, which Li Xuan gave him the day before, although the drawing technique on it was very bad, but it marked the distribution of various forces along the way from Shirfan to Samarkand, and there was at most a month and a half of preparation for the eastward journey, and then it was about to start advancing. As the person in charge of safety on the road, he had to make a comprehensive consideration for all kinds of unexpected accidents along the way, and at least arrange a variety of plans.

Although it is always said that planning is not as fast as change, but no plan means passivity, and falling into passivity on the battlefield at this time means that life safety is not guaranteed, and it is not the lives of one or two people, but the lives of everyone on the eastbound road, tens of thousands of lives.

Putting away the several wartime emergency plans written on the table, Lao Luo shouted at the little secretary beside him, "Nuralman, hold the map, go to the craftsman area, let's find your uncle." ”

"Yes, Uncle Bartol." The little secretary Nuralman cleaned up the map on the table, hugged and hurried a few steps to follow Lao Luo, compared to Olki, this kid is more than respectful, but the courage is not enough, of course, it is enough to make a temporary paperwork, but unfortunately he does not have the talent like Al, he can't be a scholar, so let's train to be a manager of the Academy of Sciences.

"Nuralman, can you swim?" Lao Luo commented on Al Hessin's nephew in his heart, and said ridiculous words casually.

“…… The water in the Nile is so dirty, oh, I can't swim. Nuralman blushed.

"Haha, that's not possible, I'll take you to the Magyar Sea to swim in a few days, you have to study seriously." Lao Luo was amused by Nuralman's expression.

The artisan area that Lao Luo said was not the joint workshop of the Tang camp, but the artisan workshop inside his camp, which was now divided into two parts, one part repaired and maintained the equipment of the soldiers, and the other part cooperated with Al Hesian to make some experimental equipment, although it was a little rudimentary, but it was enough in this era.

"Al, what are you up to? I'm looking for you for something. With spiritual power as a guide, Lao Luo saw at a glance Al Hess who was staring at the craftsman's operation.

"Hey, Bartol, how did you get here?" Al Hesian shook off the sweat towel in her hand and stood up, "Damn, it's too much time to polish like this. ”

"What's the delay?" Lao Luo asked as he followed Al's gaze at what the craftsman was busy doing, and found that the craftsman beside him was polishing a strange part, "What is this on?" ”

"You designed the trigger on that crossbow, the parts were too small, the polishing was too inefficient, and if you weren't careful, you would get your hands on it." Al Hesian pointed to the craftsman's hands, which were wrapped in some protective gauze.

"Well, Al, remember the craftsmen who opened Helen to polish the gems?" Lao Luo reminded casually.

"You mean the hand grinding wheel of the lapidary? That's right, that's perfectly fine, Bartol, and you're just in time. With that, Elhesion raised her feet and was about to leave.

"Don't go, I'm looking for you." Lao Luo hurriedly grabbed the bearded man.

"What's the matter? Can't you talk about it later? I'm going to hurry up and ask the craftsman to make a look, and the hand-cranked wheel doesn't even need a drawing. Alhesion stopped, still muttering.

"Don't rush the grinding wheel, it's not bad for a while, my side is more important. So, let's go to your tent. Lao Luo looked left and right, and there was no suitable place to look at the map, so he pulled Al and turned around.

Al Hesian had no choice but to follow Lao Luo, and listened to Lao Luo's nagging: "Al, what are you doing?" Like a sloppy bum, his beard was burned in half......"

"Come on, Bartol, I don't know you yet, it's not like you to be so nagging, what the hell is the matter?" Although Al Hessin's EQ is a little lower, after all, she has been in contact with Lao Luo for a long time, and she is very familiar with Lao Luo's usual practices.

"Well, I'll be blunt, Al, do you know how the brigade can cross the river quickly? Not a shoal, no bridge, no boat. When Lao Luo's words came out, he felt that he was making things difficult.

"Bartol, are you talking about the current matter of tens of thousands of people crossing the river?" After Al Hesian finished speaking, she didn't wait for Lao Luo's reply, and began to think about it to herself, "I remember where I saw a similar record......

His Excellency the Great Sage began to fall into a state of thinking, and Lao Luo no longer bothered, this kind of character he has seen a lot in later generations, and many guys who are engaged in research have this kind of temperament.

When I got to El's tent, I found a low table, unfolded the map, and was about to explain, when I heard Elhesion start to shout: "I remember, but I forgot where I saw it, a long time ago, when the Assyrians attacked Babylon, they used a kind of pontoon bridge that can be quickly assembled, which is convenient and practical, and it is very simple to make......"

"Hey, good way, tell me how it's made?" Lao Luo was also excited, there would be no problem with such a method, what the Assyrians could do more than a thousand years ago can't do now, they can't say it.

"It's simple, I remember seeing it on the banks of the Euphrates." Al Hess paused and then said: "When the cattle and sheep are killed and skinned, the outer hair is first shaved clean, and then the whole is peeled off, and then the skin is cooked with grease and other things, and it is made into an air bag, accumulating ten or twenty, and when it is used, it is blown up, and then the air bag is connected together with a wooden plank, which is a raft, and many rafts are connected together, isn't it a pontoon bridge?" ”

In fact, when El Hesian said halfway, Lao Luo remembered, he slapped his head angrily, in later generations, when he was training troops in Western Xinjiang, he saw this kind of thing by the Yellow River, and the people were using this tool until a thousand years later, and there was a regional common name "leather boat". Another point is that, according to the records of Western military history, the French Napoleon once used such pontoon bridges made of leather rafts against his enemies.

How dare you feel that this kind of thing that was used in the East actually came from the ancient Assyrians? Lao Luo is also a little unsettled, damn, is this world big or small? In ancient times, the wisdom of the Assyrians in the valley of the two rivers could be spread to the east thousands of miles away.

"Bartol, what's wrong with you?" After Al Hessen finished speaking, she noticed that Old Luo Mu was dumbfounded.

Lao Luo, who suddenly woke up, was busy covering up his gaffe, "I didn't expect that the Assyrians more than a thousand years ago actually had such powerful war equipment. ”

"That's right, the Assyrians were a war people, and in addition to these pontoons, they also had trebuchets, chariots, battering rams, and even at that time they had iron weapons and armor, otherwise they would not have been able to take Baghdad." Al Hess also looked full of emotion, "There is a legend, but there is no way to confirm it. ”

"What?"

"It is said that the chariots and trebuchets used by the Greeks and Romans were learned from the Assyrians."

"It's a pity that such a powerful race has actually died out."

"It is said that they did not die out, and are still alive on the edge of the desert, but they no longer have the glory of their ancestors. And there is no pity for the fall of the Assyrian kingdom, the Assyrians are so barbaric and cruel that the whole of Asia Minor and the Arabian Peninsula are their enemies. "Born in the Arabian Peninsula and well-read in the Arabian Peninsula, Al Hesion is well aware of that history.

"Okay, interrupt, don't talk about the Assyrians, El, the matter of this pontoon bridge is handed over to you, the materials and production methods are all up to you, and the requirements can be made through the made side van, what craftsman is needed to find that Li Xuan directly, I will inform him when I turn around." Lao Luo decided to pretend to be stupid to the end, and finally pushed out the matter at hand, so he didn't have to pretend to be an otaku himself.

"That ......," Al Hesyn was a little stunned, "I'm still going to keep an eye on the making of the repeater......"

"Don't worry about the crossbow, the drawings and production methods are available, and then it depends on the level of the craftsman, Al, you are a scholar, a great sage, not a craftsman, tell them who solves the problem of parts replacement, and I will reward them with a hundred gold coins." In order to save his worries, Lao Luo directly sacrificed the method of smashing people with gold coins.

Leaving a somewhat speechless Alhesian busy, Old Luo Youya left Elhesyn's tent, and while he was still thinking about what to do on the way, Helton hurried over.

"Master, that Bahamir palace secretary wants to see you......"