When more than a dozen carts full of corpses of ox carts squeaked and rushed to the east fort of Eagle Claw Fort, Hao Yongliang, who was stationed here, had already learned the details of the battle between the Gujiabao Wanghu War Barracks and the Tartars.

If nothing else, if he let his artillery team go, the Tartar would be within the boundaries of the three-mile land, and he would not be the commander of the artillery team if he did not leave half of the living mouth; Now there are only five teams in the artillery team, each team has one machine gun and two guns, but if they can't stand it, there will be ah, and there is no experience in actual combat.

It is better to use the wasted shells on the head of the Tartar.

So, Hao Yongliang sent Xiao Ye to the letter post and asked to move the artillery team to Gujiabao, where he could have the opportunity to fight the Tartars.

However, Xiao Ye didn't reply to the letter, but Wang Ziliang wrote and told Hao Yongliang and Liu Shui to work together to drill the sergeants, and the border barracks in Gansu Town were already restless.

There was a darkest time on the grassland before dawn, that is, half an hour at the end of the hour, in the southern section of the Kuxi Mountain, which was pitch black, two pillars of light flashed, and a cold wind swept across the frozen meadow, and the humming sound woke up the Tartar soldiers on duty in the barracks.

"What's that?" The Tartar sergeant, who was holding a scimitar and an iron spear in his arms, leaned against the fire, glared and asked the people beside him, the black shadow outside the fence was too fast, and he couldn't see any of them clearly.

Brush, two more pillars of light swept by, more than a dozen sergeants wrapped in leather robes stood up, through the light of the bonfire to look down, this time, everyone can see clearly, from the bottom of the slope flashed, is a square black car, but the speed is a little faster, have not heard the sound of horses' hooves.

The Tartar sergeants who were on the vigil were surprised to see four square objects of different sizes running one after another, still the kind without wheels, and the centurion who led the team could not bear it anymore, and hurried to report it to Lanelt.

"Nonsense, your eyes widen, and then there are false reports hanging and beating," Lanelt, who didn't believe the centurion's words at all, scolded directly.

The sworn centurion, who had sworn by the swear, made Ranelt suspicious and sent a mounted sentry to strengthen the surveillance of the vicinity of the Galen tribal camp in front.

The morning light of dawn sprinkled on the grassland, the grass under the slope was covered with frost and mist of white flowers, where there were traces of cars passing by, the rangers who came out early looked around and couldn't find it, so they could only look at the camp of Aman in front.

The feeling of those Tartar rangers is right, at this time, in the camp of the Galen tribe, the four cars lined up together have been covered with tarpaulins, and the front cover of the car has been opened, and they are busy changing the battery rods in Yushan, and they are surprised to see the Tartars and horse thieves who are watching up.

It's just that the soldiers who came out of the carriage had a very cold aura on their bodies, and everyone consciously avoided their sight.

The guards in black uniforms, which were the personal guards directly commanded by the big leader, naturally overwhelmed the other sergeants.

Yu Shan took a few sergeants to replace the battery rod of the car, and Yang 18 sat with Daozi and Aman in the tent.

"Two things," there were not many pleasantries, Yang Eighteen, who was sitting at the top, looked at Ah Man sympathetically, and then said seriously; His eyes were seen clearly by the knife, and he couldn't help but feel a stumble in his heart.

"Aman, the day before yesterday, your tribe was attacked by the Yewu tribe at night, and Du Ding's war camp lost more than 200 sergeants," Yang Eighteen's faint words directly made Aman jump up, and his face changed greatly. Even the knife stared at him, touching the beard on his chin and bowing his head silently.

The Duding War Battalion has always been stationed in the tribe of Aman, in order to become a real lancer all along, but he did not expect that there would be so many casualties; Then, the herdsmen in their own tribe can be imagined.

"The cavalry you left in the tribe lost a thousand people, but the herdsmen suffered no more than dozens of casualties," Yang Eighteen picked up the kettle on the table and took a slow sip, well, the taste of this ale wine is too cold.

"Gu Jiabao sent a war battalion and a night owl flag team in time to rescue all the old and young of your tribe to the stone fort, but I didn't let Yewu take the population away," the words landed, and Ah Man breathed a long sigh of relief and fell to his knees.

"My subordinates thank the big leader, the Galen tribe swears allegiance to the big leader," his words, Yang Eighteen was not satisfied.

"The combat strength of the Galen tribe is too low, and the big leader has decided to withdraw from the Duding war camp and garrison Yangjiabao in the future,"

"The Galen tribe has set up a Galen war camp, there are thousands of sergeants, and thousands of commanders are manable," Speaking of this, Yang Shibai stepped forward with a smile and pulled up Aman, "Congratulations to Brother Aman, you have taken a big advantage,"

The sergeants in the barracks should be supplied, as well as all kinds of weapons, all of which were supplied by Ma Dao Shibao, not to mention that the 1,000 sergeants who received the food and salary were all Aman's clansmen, and it was not an exaggeration for Yang 18 to say that he took advantage.

"Hehe, hehe, this, the big leader has nothing to say to us," the great joy after the surprise made Ah Man a little dizzy for a while; However, pie will not fall from the sky, he, the tribal patriarch, still understands.

Sure enough, Yang Eighteen continued, "All the young and strong people in the Galen tribe who are willing to join the war camp will be adjusted by the big leader, and the salary will be the same as that of the Han sergeants, and others who are unwilling to join the war camp can go to the logistics team and work for wages,"

"An annex fort was built outside the Simon Stone Fort as a future station for the Galen tribe, and the tribesmen could also graze cattle and sheep nearby,"

Two simple sentences, but it decided the fate of the Galen tribe in the future.

Speaking of this, Yang Shibai squinted at the man in front of him, and waited for his answer, if Ah Man was not satisfied with Xiao Ye's arrangement and spoke recklessly, then a corpse would fall in this tent; The onlooker knife knew in his heart that it was definitely this Tartar leader who fell.

But the knife will not interfere in Yang Eighteen's military affairs, and not helping is already giving Ah Man a dignity. In the eyes of the knife, there are really few Tartars who can die in front of him with dignity.

Although Ah Man also took a powerful potion, in terms of strength accumulation, Xiao Ye did not want to make any mistakes, he wanted sincere obedience, not yin and yang disobedience. Therefore, but there was an accident, killing Aman, the leader of the tribe, was within Wang Ziliang's plan, and Xiao Ye acquiesced.

Fortunately, Ah Man did not hesitate, and responded happily, "Rely on the big leader's decision, and the subordinates will follow suit," this sentence not only made Yang Shibai let go of the fist behind his back and let go of the pity, but also made the knife sitting on the side and watch coldly, and the corner of his mouth lifted a smile.

This man is interesting, since Nayewu can sneak attack their tribe once, no matter the reason, it will be difficult to be good, there will be a second and third time, then simply cast under the command of the adult, why not, the head of the Tartar also has a spiritual light.

The man on the grassland is not so pretentious.

With the addition of all the Galen tribes, Xiao Ye's subordinates have five war battalions and a night owl flag team, not only can the soldiers be replenished to full strength, but also 4,000 more cavalry, and the increase in mobile troops makes Xiao Ye no longer worry so much about the use of foreign troops.

Ah Man has long known the treatment of the sergeants under Xiao Ye's command, but he himself has always been in the position of an ally, he can't go up or down, and he has no chance, but now it's okay, a surprise attack by Yewu gave him a chance to go down.

How much belly to eat and how much meat, as a man who likes to fight, the tribe has a safe station, and finally does not have to worry about the life of the clansmen, and he likes the benefits of mercenaries very much.

Unlike Ah Man's liking, the knife sat silently on the cushion, his eyes didn't even want to look at Yang Shibai's face, and he was in a panicked mood.

You, really think you have no home, Yang Shibai smiled secretly, waved his hand to let Ah Man sit down, and looked at the knife with a smile, "Knife your horse thieves, it's time to put things in order, my lord sees that he has to take the military regulations seriously,"

"Oh, what does that mean?" The knife blinked a few times, and when he saw Yang Eighteen nodding with a smile, he understood the situation, jumped up happily, and knelt on one knee to the ground, "The subordinate knife has an order,"

"Chop the army A word battalion, the commander of the thousand commanders Jia Yongde, a thousand sergeants, and a thousand conscripts receive half a salary," got up, Zhengse loudly passed the military order to the knife, Yang Eighteen stepped forward and picked up the knife, this guy, the adult really values it very much, and it is necessary to befriend him.

"The first battalion of the beheading army is the first battalion of the Ximen Legion, and the other people's battalions are nothing more than soldiers defending the city," said to the knife in a low voice, Yang Shibai patted him on the shoulder fiercely, "Congratulations,"

This was said by Xin Xiucai, and what he said was very atmospheric, and he was very happy to see the adults at that time, and Yang Shibai couldn't cover his mouth.

"Oh, that's it, haha, hahahaha," the knife that suddenly came over, stood in the big tent, grinned loudly, laughed so tearfully that he cried, "My knife is back again,"

The happy knife took Aman's hand, shouting for a drink, if nothing else, his 1,000 conscripts who beheaded the barracks were provided by Aman's tribe, and if it was not enough, there was also the Citchih tribe; The knife's head spun quickly, and this was a big problem with the strength of his men.

He was confident that in the near future, he would impress the soldiers in the barracks.

Ah Man also congratulated the return of the knife again and again, not to mention anything else, the knife is the only commander who can command 2,000 troops among the officers under the big boss, and with this trust, A Man also has to make fun of the relationship first.

"Okay, in an hour, I will lead the guards to attack the Tile Thorn camp opposite, you will see the opportunity in the back, rush up and clean up your hands," Yang Eighteen saw that the matter was over, and pulled the two of them to get to the point, this attack on the Tile Thorns, and also planned in detail, at least in terms of terrain and the opponent's strength, he had to ask carefully.

In the afternoon, in the camp of the Galen tribe, the sergeants in the trenches outside the camp, like Daozi and Aman, looked at the camp with their eyes, two large and two small carts, black and yellow, rushing out at a gallop.

The nimble swimming assault vehicle went directly down the slope and went around to the northeast, seeing that the posture was to block the support of the Tile Spur battalion to the Tile Thorn cavalry on the top of the mountain, but with a team of guards in the car, it could do it.

Standing in the trench, holding a telescope knife in his hand, Ah Man, Yang Shiba's voice echoed in his ears, "This time, open your eyes, there is a way to fight with the Tile Thorn people, and the history of fighting and killing right away is about to pass,"

The black transporter drove away from the camp, skimmed over a rough meadow, picked up speed along the gentle slope, and swooped down on the Vaspur camp on the opposite hilltop; This sudden turn of events caught the Watters on the hill off guard and the nearby Lanelt riders off guard.

On the slope of a hill with a height of more than ten feet, the transporter easily broke up without slowing down, and crashed headlong into their barracks under the stunned gaze of the Tile Spur cavalry.

"Peng, Peng," there were two loud noises, and the camp built by the Tile Thorns on the top of the hill with rough wood was directly hit by a black transport truck, and a large hole was opened, and the wooden stakes flew apart; The wind-swept cart rushed into the Vaspur camp.

Squeak, boom, three-foot tall rough wooden arrow tower was struck, and the two Thorn soldiers standing on it screamed and threw a pile of planks to the ground, alarming the Spur cavalry who were still resting in the camp; One by one, the tile soldiers who rushed out of the tent saw two huge black iron guys before they could stand firm with their weapons.

The transport trucks that rushed in successively were attacked by the fierce attack of the Tile Thorns, and the rain of arrows that came over was bouncing on the body of the car, and they were bounced off the ground.

"Wow," the hundreds of spurs who had come out of the yurt were armed with spears and scimitars, and pounced on the two square iron boxes with bows and arrows, and then were separated by the transport cart and crashed several warriors head-on.

Hula, wherever the transport cart went, the surrounding tile soldiers hurriedly dispersed, but they did not run far, and persistently used sharp arrows and stones to continuously hit these two hard big guys.

The transport cart circled around the camp, knocking over the tents, and with a click, the door at the back of the cart opened, and a string of white smoke and thunderbolts were thrown out by the guards in the car, and exploded in the Tile Spur camp.

In the camp where the explosions were repeated, wails rang out one after another.

When Yang 18 jumped out of the car with his brothers, carrying a box cannon in his right hand and a horse/knife in his left hand, and began to fight the Tile Thorns face to face, the camp of more than 500 people was already in shambles, and the ground was full of Tile Thorns who had been injured and killed.

"Whoosh," a sharp arrow shot out of the tattered yurt, grazed the guard's neck, and stabbed Yang Shiba's back, and then several gunshots rang out, and the two women hiding in the yurt were shot and killed indiscriminately.

The subordinate pulled the arrow from the leather armor and handed it to Yang Shiba, the commander looked at the arrow with a cold face, damn, it was rusted into hemp iron, "Line up, advance to search for the enemy,"

The forty-man guards pulled out a long line of skirmishers and began to pull nets through the Tile Spur camp, and the Tile Spur soldiers and war horses on the ground who could breathe were all dealt with with a single sword, and the highest treatment was to make up for a shot.

The four Wattshire centurions bravely pursued the transports, and the first wave of Tile Centurions to be killed were the corpses of the guards who trampled under the feet of the guards; The centurion who was the last to live was cut off by Yang Eighteen, and the scimitar in his hand was cut in two.

After seeing Yang Eighteen's ferocious methods, the tile spur soldiers who tried to resist began to flee, and even the horse circle next to the barracks did not have time to rush over, swinging Luo Quan's legs and running in all directions, the gunshots that rang out in his ears from time to time, and the companions who fell down one after another, directly led to the remnants of the tile spur soldiers on the top of the mountain, and they became a pot of porridge.

"Woo Yao, Woo Woo Woo," the box cannon that exploded again and again, and the chopping horse/knife that quickly slashed through the horse/knife made Yang 18 and forty people crush this camp with a stick of incense in the time it took to crush it; The gunfire in the barracks on the hill stopped, but on the rocky slope to the east of the mountaintop, there was a dull sound of machine guns.

The two heavy machine guns pulled by the assault vehicle blocked the road for reinforcements in the Tile Thorn military camp at the foot of the mountain, and Yang 18 commanded a group of guards, and soon moved out five lightning guns and boxes of shells.

"One and a half miles ahead, three rapid-fire shots," the set up lightning cannon quickly fired fifteen shells, and the slowly advancing barrage simply hit the cannonballs into the winter camp of the Watt Thorn people four miles away.

"Boom, boom," the constantly exploding cannonballs billowed the smoke and stumps of the Shingle Camp, and the elite Tile Cavalry in the camp suffered heavy casualties, coupled with the rain of bullets swept overhead, the entire camp became a bloody Yama Hell; The Tile Thorns, who did not know how to dodge bullets and cannonballs, wore shiny cowhide armor and fell at the feet of the wailing war horses.

The Tile Thorns, who were blinded by the sudden attack, quickly organized a large group of men, wielded scimitars, hammers and spears, and slaughtered out of the winter camp at the bottom of the mountain with great momentum.

"All through, all through," "Boom, boom," two machine guns spitting long tongues of fire, five lightning cannons that fired flowering shells one after another, and a group of stragglers who rushed over, and a row of guns fired with rifles, had already shown that Yang Eighteen's surprise attack had achieved the effect of deterring Lanelt.

From the Tile Thorn camp to the rocky beach at the bottom of the mountain, the corpses left behind along the way are a real warning.

More than 5,000 rounds of machine-gun bullets and 1,000 shells were poured into the camp of the Watters in less than a stick of incense, and not only destroyed hundreds of yurts, but also simply beat a team of 10,000 people into fleeing cattle and sheep.

Leaving behind nearly 2,000 dead and wounded, the frightened Tile Thorns broke through the fence of the rear camp and fled directly on horseback, ignoring the dead and wounded in the camp.

In the big ditch north of the winter camp of the Watt Thorns, an open-pit ore vein that was five miles long fell under Yang Shiba's gun.

"Didi," Yang Shibai, who had almost exhausted all the ammunition, blew the copper flute, and in the sharp sound of the copper flute, the herald sent the news of the battle back to the knife.

The knife and the man, who were waiting for him, jumped out of the trench first, led five hundred infantry and one thousand cavalry, swaggered and rushed to the top of Kuoxi Mountain, but he was shocked by the scene in front of him and his face turned white.

How cruel it is to have broken yurts, messy weapons, severed limbs everywhere, heads tumbling under your feet, and wounded horses scurrying wildly; There were also several guards searching for the enemy, mending knives on the ground and the wounded in the yurts from time to time, and the blood flowing from the almost bombed hilltop camp was almost impossible to get down.

"Oh, let's go there, it's the old camp of the Watts," the knife pointed quickly to the east, and without waiting for the man to speak, he ran away with his brethren in a hurry; Ah Man, who was riding on a war horse, covered his mouth and pulled the reins, and also avoided this smelly camp.

Two hours later, after the transporter had made three trips to the camp with the seized grain, property, and weapons that could be seen, Ah Man withdrew with his troops, leaving behind the corpses of men and horses all over the ground; In this battle, Yang Eighteen and the others didn't talk about any morality, except for those who escaped, not a single tile spur was left alive.

More than 1,300 Han slaves found in the salt mines were brought back to the barracks by the knife; As for the slave workers of the other clansmen in the mine, the knife is not forced, and those who want to follow can do it, but they don't want to follow it.

Yang Eighteen took away the silver that was collected, and also took some salt ore samples, and the four cars were now under Lanelt's nose, flickering around a circle, and driving towards the depths of the grassland to the south.

When the strange car was out of sight, Lanelt also received a battle report sent by the barbarians, more than 10,000 spur cavalry, nearly 3,000 killed, and countless horses, food, and weapons were captured.

What satisfied Lanelt the most was that although Aman occupied the southern peak of Koxi Mountain, he did not move the camp over, but handed over the choice of the camp to him to arrange, which made Lanelt quite satisfied. Obviously, what Ah Man meant was that he had no intention of fighting for the salt mine, but just took some slave labor.

The year before last, the wolf tile fought many times with the tile thorns, and the wounded soldiers were defeated, and he didn't get any benefits in the Kuxi Mountain, and now he picked up a big bargain for nothing.

Of course, for the four cars that gave Yu Aman support, Lanelt was quite jealous, and his camp could not withstand such an impact with that kind of indomitable attack power.

There are also firearms that can spit out tongues of fire, precious flowering bullets, and hand-thrown earth-shattering thunder, all of which are good treasures that make Lanelt's eyes hot.

Therefore, the messenger sent by the Aman, Lanelt was very polite, and did not mention the distribution of the seizure at all. Thousands of intact war horses, he had no intention of asking for them.

The 10,000-strong team sent by Jinong is about to arrive, and the plan to occupy a part of Kuoxi Mountain is within reach. However, the idea of selling inferior salt soil to the Galen tribe had been dismissed, and he now had his eye on the material of considerable purity.

"Quick, immediately send someone to inquire about what kind of car, the car that can hang in the air on the grass, where did the Galen tribe get it, can we buy some," Standing at the top camp of Kossi Mountain, Lanelt looked at the south with complicated eyes, and in the hillside camp four miles away, there was a crowd of people, which made him very uncomfortable.

Gunshot wounds, knife wounds, and blast wounds were the direct cause of the rout of the Tile Thorn cavalry, which made Ranelt more and more worried about the combat strength of his subordinates, and the desire to make friends with the Galen tribe gradually rose.

"Before you don't find out their hole cards, you still can't act rashly, the wolf tile is a precedent, and this tile thorn is a lesson," Touching the short fire gun in his arms, Ranelt secretly made up his mind.

The wild wolves on the grassland should not carefully look at the size and strength of the prey before killing the prey, if they can't beat it, they will stare at it first, bury their heads and bury their heads for a few days, and sooner or later they will find the weakness of the prey.

Three days later, a team of 10,000 people sent by Jinong arrived late at Kuoxi Mountain, and the commander of the team was surprised to see that the banner of the Lanelte Department was already fluttering in the wind on the top of the mountain on the south side of Kuoxi Mountain.

In the salt soil mine in the middle of the Kuoxi Mountain, the saline-alkali condensate ore of Baihuahua has been loaded by the Tartar soldiers and is ready to be transported to Gujiabao. Lanelt and Gu Jiabao have trading channels, so they naturally want to get back the benefits.

The quality of the gray and black poor salt soil ore, not at all, the good salt soil ore loaded with a thousand pack horses, camels, Ranel sent a team of henchmen, to Gujiabao to pull the first batch, try the water.

For Lanelt's impatient move, the captain of Wanhu, who came to support him, did not say anything, but in his heart he despised it to the extreme, and the future of those with low vision was only like this; Jinong's vision is not just a salt mine, so what's the point of letting you dig some of it, it's just a matter of pulling out the soldiers.

As long as Lanelt sends a military commander to be stationed here and confront the Tile Thorn tribe without retreating, then Jinong's first chess piece is placed in place, and it can also consume most of the energy of Lanelt, the old fox.

The vast fertile and flat pastures in the middle and lower reaches of the Zabkhan River, as well as the important strategic location of the Koxi Mountains, are the sights of Jinong, occupying here, dominating the north and south of the Altai Mountains, overlooking Turpan and the Tatar Tumut Department, and completing the great plan of expelling the Washorn tribe to the north.

For this reason, Jinong did not hesitate to prepare to use 40,000 troops again to attack Datong and Baiyangkou in the south, in order to make the Ming officials and troops dare not go forward to support the Tatar Tumut Department, as for the king of Turpan, he has almost become a puppet of Jinong.

Strongly unify the two major tribes of Tile Thorn and Tatar, and sweep the Ming Dynasty in the south, and the glory of Shengyuan is just around the corner, which is Jinong's ultimate wish. The words are arrogant, but people Jinong really just think about it and do it, but the ending is due to a series of reasons, and there is no result for a long time.

The most important thing is that the low temperature climate during the Xiaoice River period has become more and more severe for the living environment on the grassland, and now there are more jade vines spreading wildly, it is estimated that Jinong's wish is like an eagle in the sky, Zhichang is short of breath, and his stomach is almost full.

The Galen tribe had all withdrawn south a day earlier, leaving behind the entire military camp in the hands of Lanelt. Terrier Shan was not familiar with the details of the battle with the Tile Spur cavalry, and the battle situation was deliberately concealed, so he was quite enthusiastic about Lanelt, and during the banquet, he also revealed Jinong's grand strategy.

"Si, it seems that the little prince is still ambitious, and I can't catch up with Jinong's footsteps," Lanelt, who gasped, expressed his reverence for Jinong in front of the terrier, "This leader just wants to find a habitat with abundant water and grass for the clansmen, and he will be content to live a good life,"

Lanelt's greed for the salt soil mine in Koxi Mountain is exactly the original intention of the stalk mountain, no one can swallow the large output of this vein, and what Helin needs is only 100,000 catties a year, and he can't boil it out if he has more.

If Ranellet has no desires, then the terrier will be vigilant, and will even find a way to warn Jinong to simply kill this ghostly old fox, so as not to have future troubles.

After the banquet, Lanelte returned to the camp tent, sat on the soft couch and thought for a while, and said in a low voice, "Wohaug, come out,"

A figure turned out from behind the big tent, and the haggard Wohaug knelt at Lanel's feet, touching the boots of the captain with his forehead, "Thank you for the grace of the patriarch,"

Wo Haoge, who tried to take advantage of the death of the collapsed wolf, found the remnants of the collapsed wolf tiles guarded eighty miles west of the Kuoxi Mountain, but he didn't think that the tiles were also useful, so they had already set their eyes on the three thousand cavalry and hit the wedge.

After two encounters, Wohaug was beaten and fled by the Tile Spur cavalry, and most of his men were scattered, and if Lanel had not sent someone to find him, it was estimated that he would have had to pick up his bones by spring.

"You're a smart man, and now that you've taken refuge in the Lanelt tribe, you can't afford the consequences of betrayal," Lanelt still relied on this quick-witted guy, but beating was a must.

"Yes, Wohaurg will never dare to betray the patriarch, otherwise he is willing to die under the arrows," Wohauge, who swore that he did not want to run for his life again, and he was not depressed to be able to join the powerful Ranelte.

"Okay, from now on, you will focus on trading with the Galen tribe, that is, Gujiabao," Lanelt was not worried about this smart man with a criminal record after all, "I will send my henchmen to assist you,"

"The Galen tribe and Gujiabao should be controlled by one person, he is that Simon Xiao Ye," Lanelt stared at Wohaug, "their Persian goods, let's not inquire about them first, there is a chance,"

"The most important thing now is that you meet the traders of the Galen tribe as soon as possible, buy fire/guns, projectiles, and that earth-shattering thunder, the Watt Thorns will not give up," Thinking about his pride after squeezing out the Galen tribe, Lanelt regretted it a little, but now he didn't have time to take regret medicine.

"Even if it costs a high price, we have to buy the firearms we need, and it's up to you to grasp the specifics," Speaking of which, Ranelt didn't say much, and other Galen tribes who wanted to come to Galen wouldn't sell them casually, and they still didn't have the strength in their hands, even if they had enough gold and silver, they didn't have that much.

"Yes, please rest assured, my subordinates will set off immediately," Wo Haoge, who was expressionless, knelt down and kowtowed, and withdrew from the big tent.