The profits from the sale of weapons made Xiao Ye secretly shocked, but what was even more shocking was the village chief of Aura, what he didn't expect was that a seemingly ordinary fire/gun, when used together, could exert such lethality.

Of course, the rate of fire of the rear-loading fire/gun was the main reason for the large number of Tartar cavalry injuries, and the proficiency of the sergeant's drills, the supply of ammunition and other conditions, the old man did not think deeply.

For the biggest weapon in his hand, Xiao Ye didn't want to sell it too much, after all, he didn't have much in reserve, especially the projectile, which was consumed too quickly.

Xiao Ye, who stubbornly refused to trade fire/guns, made the village chief of Aura very helpless, so he could only increase the price little by little.

The old man did not have a lot of other knowledge, but his experience was old and spicy, and he saw the potential of this kind of fire/gun at a glance, and if there was a lot of equipment in the village, it would no longer be a dream to return to his hometown in his lifetime.

This kind of firearm is extremely advanced even in the Ming Dynasty, otherwise how could the Mongols on the steppe still be so arrogant.

That's why he pulled his face like this, he must firmly grasp Xiao Ye's line, and he can continue to buy fire/guns; As for the success of imitation in the future, that is later, and now multiple friends can have multiple paths.

In the face of Xiao Ye's indifferent face, when the angry village chief of Ola, who had dried his lips, finally proposed to marry his granddaughter Lena to him, the silence on Xiao Ye's face no longer existed; Isn't the purpose of his visit this time to find an agent?

There is a limit to pretending, looking at the old man's face, it is also at the bottom, Xiao Ye, who is frowning, reluctantly agrees to the arms deal.

As for the concubine, one more and one less, as long as Mei'er has no opinion, Xiao Ye doesn't care at all. Mei'er, who is well-read, has read "Women's Training".

So, Xiao Ye took out a spare five-shot rear-loading gun, and exchanged it for two thousand gold coins, as well as two thousand silver coins; There was no spare shotgun at all, which made the village chief of Aura quite regretful.

As for why the gold and silver coins were minted roughly, the village chief of Aura reluctantly told Xiao Ye that an old craftsman in the village had died of illness after making a mold for new coins a few years earlier.

Now the only set of gold and silver coin molds in the village cannot withstand repeated use, and the pattern on the gold coin is not visible now.

Aura Village Chief's words, Xiao Ye just listened to it, and said that he was a craftsman in Shiguantun, and he was not sure if he wanted to make this kind of mold, but he was still confident in inviting a master craftsman from Shanxi. I won't mention these words now.

Five rear-loading guns, three hundred rounds of projectiles, handed over to the soldiers of the village chief of Ola, Xiao Ye, who was quite kind, took out two revolvers as his dowry.

"Bang, bang, bang," Thirty steps away, a thick wooden plank, Wang Hu, who was holding a revolver, saw eight projectiles hit in the blink of an eye, and looking at the deep bullet marks on the wooden board, the village chief of Aura had a smile on his face.

He was quite satisfied with this transaction with the meaning of the alliance, and Xiao Lina did not reject Simon Baihu, and it should be no problem to go back and persuade him.

The most important thing is the relationship with Xiao Ye, even if the price is greater; You know, some time ago, an elder approached the village chief of Aura and asked for 500 gold coins to marry Lena to a leather merchant in the village.

Five hundred gold coins, the village chief of Aura and Lena's father, Captain Claudi, have already moved their hearts, but now that there is a better deal, why not; Like Da Ming, women do not have much status in the eyes of Haixi people.

After the transaction was completed, it was already past noon, and the large pot of boiled sparse horse meat and a basket of black bread were carried into the compound of the public house by the servants, naturally to reward Xiao Ye and his sergeants.

After persuading Xiao Ye to rest for another day, the village chief of Aura was in his own house, and soon called the village elders' meeting, and ordered that the leader of the Claudius detachment and the six hundred chiefs must also participate; At a secret meeting, the head of the village of Aura told about today's battle, and the officers confirmed his words.

"In order to ensure the safety of the village, in order to strengthen our legion officers and soldiers, we need their firearms, and the craftsmen need to have imitation samples," said the village chief of Ola, although everyone agreed, but the price of the two thousand gold coins and two thousand silver coins still made the senators and officers feel painful.

Fortunately, this money is used to ensure the safety of the village, and it can be taxed in the village; However, when the village chief of Aura proposed to marry his granddaughter Lena to the Ming army officer in order to have an alliance, everyone looked at the old man with reverence.

The Haixi people attach no more importance to women than Daming, and a woman can be exchanged for an unstable alliance, even if it is temporary, it is already very good.

"No one is allowed to tell Akito about the mineral deposits in the valley, and I will explain it to Lina," the red-faced village chief of Aura took one of the two revolvers and handed it to Claudius in front of everyone, "This is the dowry from Simon Baihu to Lina, you give it to her,"

Captain Claudie, who was full of shadows of rear-loading guns, although he did not have a good impression of Xiao Ye, did not object to his father's proposal for the sake of equipping the soldiers with better firearms in the future.

The woman he raised in the valley was already pregnant, and it was easy to let Lena marry at this time.

Emperor Constantine did not expect that the Christian and theocratic rule of the Holy See, which he had been baptized to join before his death, would replace his empire; The impact of Christianity on the people is vast and far-reaching.

The guild system he established had an impact on the whole of Europe. The handicraft guilds and merchants' guilds in the Haixi villages, together with the gold coins advanced by the senators, collected the taxes that directly solved the funds for the purchase of firearms.

On a high ground behind the compound of the public house, a small church was built facing south and north, and the village chief of Ola, who believed in Roman Catholicism, held a simple ceremony here for Xiao Ye and Lena before dinner.

Facing the strange cross statue, beside him was Lina, dressed in white silk, in front of a black-clothed and white-collar priest, under the witness of the village chief of Aura and the senators, Haixi officers, as well as Wang Hu, Xiao Liuzi, and Zuo Shi, listening to the sound of rapping, Xiao Ye put a silver ring inlaid with white gems on the middle finger of Lina's right hand.

The ring was given by the village chief, and it was just explained that he wore it on Lina's finger, but Xiao Ye, who was questioned and washed his face by the water in the copper basin, only felt that he seemed to have been deceived.

This is marrying a concubine, it is clearly marrying a flat wife, the old guy is very cunning. Xiao Ye was very dissatisfied.

If the village chief of Aura knew Xiao Ye's heart, and then knew that he had already married a wife, he might have pulled Lena away and shouted "I don't agree" to the priest, and thus broke off his relationship with Shiguantun.

However, the anxious village chief of Aura didn't ask Xiao Ye if he was married at all.

According to the explanation, Xiao Ye, who just kept nodding his head, finally took her hand and left the church under Lina's signal, and the huge cross on the platform in front of him made him feel very bad.

Of course, when he went to the priest in the church to write the covenant, Xiao Ye just pressed his handprint, and the other village chiefs did it for him, and by the way, he also gave the church a large sum of gold coins.

At night, in a guest room with a soft bed, Xiao Ye hugged the whitewashed Lina and slept peacefully in the second half of the night; Finally getting rid of her father's gloomy face, this young husband is strong and strong, and there is a good perfume, Lena is not sad.

The sergeants guarding the compound of the public house also received a warm reception from the Haixi people, large pieces of beef and mutton, large pieces of roasted brown hard bread, and bright green vegetables, although they were not very delicious, but they could already let Xiao Liuzi and them eat hot vegetable soup, which was much better than dry food to fill their stomachs.

There were spirits too, but not in Shiguantun, without the permission of the hundred households, and under the watchful eye of a group of guards, no one touched the damn military order.

In the mountains and valleys behind the Haixi village, in a workshop made of stones, more than a dozen Han and Hu craftsmen are busy by the roaring stove, sweating profusely, holding long iron rods and stirring the molten iron. In the groove on the ground, two coarse molds made of green steel were waiting for the orange-red iron slurry of the furnace to be cast.

A few nervous-looking Haicy officers, and a long-bearded Spanish craftsman, paid no attention to the scorching flames around them, anxiously waiting for the molten iron, which had been sprinkled with charcoal powder three times, to be baked.

I don't know where to find the Han and Hu craftsmen, but after many years of failed development, they found a Spanish missionary through the Hu caravan and got a craftsman who knew how to refine iron cannons.

The people of the Ming Dynasty had sharp firearms, especially excellent artillery technology, but if they wanted to obtain artillery casting skills, the Haixi people could not find a way at all, and even the Tatars had no way.

The Ming government strictly managed the technology of firearms and gunpowder, not only were the local guards not allowed to cast artillery at will, but there were also complicated management procedures for making shotgun guns, and the raw materials of fine iron could not be seen in the market at all; However, in the middle and late stages, it slowly relaxed.

Xiao Ye's era was a period when the Ming government could not bear the harassment of the Tartars, and the control of shotguns and firearms was gradually devolved to the guards, but the raw materials, especially fine iron and fine copper, were still controlled by the government.

Even the iron and copper materials sold to Xiao Ye by the Huang family and the Tian family were too many impurities, and ordinary methods could not be used to make firecrackers. Otherwise, the spies of the government would have been piled up all over Shiguantun, and he would not have been allowed to train the sergeants to shoot guns/guns all day long.

As long as there is no workshop for making guns/guns, how much can you buy.

In view of the critical period of artillery production in the village, and the Tatars outside, under the proposal of the leader of the Claudian detachment and the approval of the elders of the other villages, the village chief of Aura reluctantly gave up and kept Xiao Ye and his party in the village for a few more days.

It was easy for the Haicynian to enter and leave the valley, and the Ming army fought off the Tatar raid during the day side by side with their sergeants.

The next day, after receiving a report from the herald, there was no trace of the Tartar cavalry within ten miles of the outskirts of the village.

Xiao Ye, who originally wanted to rest in the village for a few days, asked Wang Hu to open the two wooden boxes full of gold and silver before leaving, and the goods in them were scattered and packed on the backs of five sturdy horses.

Although the Haixi people did not have many war horses, they also had a large number of pack horses under the trade with the Hu people, and it was not too difficult to buy a dozen of them.

Ten pack horse carts, full of goods, more than a dozen pack horses tied to the saddle with reins by the guards, valuables and weapons tied to their backs, Xiao Ye took Lena on the saddle, slowly collapsed onto the street, and walked out of the village under the eyes of a large group of Haixi people.

Fortunately, Lina's father still had a heart, and according to etiquette, he sent a captain to his daughter to guard Baudes, an officer who knew a little English, and set off with the team on a war horse, and his fate depended on Lena's luck.

Under the personal gifts of the village chief of Aura and several elders, Xiao Ye and his party left the village.

"Bang dang," Xiao Ye's brows twitched slightly, and he beckoned his sergeant without looking back, and rode east; On the grassland five miles away, three figures also rapidly advanced eastward.

Just as Xiao Ye left the Haixi village, in the meadow thirty miles away from them, the bustling Tartar cowhide tents were scattered and scattered under a sheltered hill, and as far as the eye could see, thousands of Tartar cavalry, according to their tribes, were scattered on this green meadow.

In a large tent topped with a long oxtail tie, the smell of sour ale emanated, and the Tartar captain Ranelt, leaning on a soft sheepskin blanket, sat cross-legged with a red face, munching on a oily leg of lamb.

Lanelt is also a member of the commander of the Saiyin Alakjinong tent, and the cunning Collapse Wolf Tile is different, as the Ranelt known as the Eagle of the Grassland, he adheres to the raid operations that come like the wind, and has not encountered an opponent on the grassland for many years, and the tribe that can fight against him has been subdued by the thousands of cavalry under his command.

Haixi villages have always been the target of the Tatars, but the Haixi villages, which maintain the agricultural tradition, the strong fortifications, the self-sufficient lifestyle, and the arrogant Haixi Legion, have forced the previously divided Tatars to collect taxes without excessive harassment for nearly a hundred years.

But after the Tartar cavalry killed a caravan of Hu people from afar, and a large amount of gold coins appeared in the gold and silver handed over by the Ming caravan, Lanelt's eyes were fixed on the Hercynian village.

When she went to the door to ask for taxes last month, Lanelt overheard of Lena, the granddaughter of the village chief of Ora, and so this year's taxes suddenly increased; Not to mention the doubling of gold and silver, slave women have also become the object of begging, including Lena.

Population is the foundation of the village, and the refusal of the Hercynian people is a matter of course, so Lanelt attacks as well, and two successive attacks almost succeeded, but the ensuing heavy rain prevented the subsequent attack; Yesterday's third raid, he suffered heavy losses.

One hundred and thirty cavalrymen were killed, and more than 200 were wounded, so that they could not even touch the fence walls of the Hercynian people, and fled in defeat, and also lost their proud face.

Ranelt, who had just returned from the winter pastures, was simply stunned by the burst of fire/guns, and had it not been for the arrival of the cavalry of Captain Wolf Wakiuri, he would have even extinguished the idea of taxing the Haicynians.

At this moment, a centurion sitting beside him, who was the messenger sent by the wolf, was also munching on a huge sheep's head, chewing in his mouth.

"Wohauge, what you said is true, in the Hercynian village, there is a Ming caravan helping them?" Grabbing the oily leg of mutton, Lanelte asked vaguely with a sip of soju in his eyes.

Since he didn't lose any benefits, what he wanted now was to hurry back to his tribe and recruit some cavalry from the small tribes below, so that it was urgent to recover the losses.

But the information brought by Captain Wohaug made him quite excited, and he was also extremely angry, if it was really the Ming people who were making trouble inside, he would suggest that Captain Wan, begging Jinong to send troops south to threw grass as soon as possible, anyway, his losses could not be counted like this.

In his opinion, it is better to kill two birds with one stone than to fight against the short sword behind the tall fence, and those Haixi warriors who are not afraid of death give him the most headache, and he has never seen them soft in his life.

"That's right, honorable Centurion," Ranelt's question made Centurion Wohaug pause, quickly swallow the tendons in his mouth, and replied in a deep voice, this was the third time the Centurion had asked him.

"The commander of the Collapsed Wolf Tile is in the east, and he can lead the team to arrive at noon at the latest, and then we will attack from both sides, whether it is the Ming people or the Haixi villages, they are all lambs under the knife," the tiger general led the wolf soldiers, and the centurion sent by the cunning Collapsed Wolf Tile was naturally also an old oily cadre with a good heart, and it was no problem to fool the outspoken Ranelte.

At this time, the wolf tile had already rushed to the depths of the grassland five hundred miles to the east, just waiting for Lanelt to kill those Ming people in the back. This time, Collapse Wolf Tile even took the Saker to soar high in the grassland.

"Well, then according to your commander-in-chief, the seized gold and silver goods will be mine, and the rest will be yours," the rude-looking Lanelt was still very uneasy about the words of the wolf, after all, the reputation of the steppe warriors has always been not good.

"Yes, we don't want money, just men and weapons," Captain Wohaug reconfirmed patiently, and the message he had brought had not changed.

"Hehe, Wohauge, it's not that I don't believe you Captain Waqian, you said that he didn't use the traditions of his ancestors, he had to prefer the firearms of the Han people, that thing was unreliable, and it was even more waste on a rainy day, how could we have our scimitar horn bow to make it," the triumphant Lanelt casually threw away the bones and shouted in a loud voice.

"The Han people are lambs to the slaughter in the steppe, and this is the world of our Tatars, and they are only worthy of us slaves," Ranelt burped a long full time as he swallowed the piece of meat in his mouth, "but their women are very good, especially the delicate skin, which is more tender than veal,"

Rough laughter rang out in the tent constantly.

At this moment, a centurion hurriedly ran in from outside the tent, bowed his head and knelt down on one knee in front of Ranelte, "Elder Qianfu, there is a convoy coming out of the Haixi village, the distance is too far to see whether it is the Han or other caravans, the direction is east,"

"How many?" Wohauge, who was sitting next to him, couldn't help but ask, which suddenly provoked a cold snort from Lanelte's dissatisfaction, and the centurion kneeling on the ground did not say anything, which made Lanelt feel a little more comfortable.

"Say," said Ranelte, after taking a big sip of the horn glass, and then opened his little eyes and said in a deep voice; This is my territory, not your Wolf Tile tribe.

"Yes, the number is not clear, there are probably dozens of people, and there are many horses, and there is no banner," said the centurion, prostrating himself to the ground, waiting for the command of his patriarch.

This unlucky centurion, who lost his men during the attack on the Haixi villages, was sent out as a ranger in desperation, hoping to be given priority to replenish his men when he returned.

"Haha, they still dare to come out," Lanelt grabbed the scimitar beside him, got up quickly, and glanced at the embarrassed Wohauge, "Out of the turtle shell, that is, they are unlucky, the herald, all get on the horse, and go up to surround their back road,"

"Woo woo, woo," the cavalry of the Lanelt tribe jumped on their horses, took their spare horses, and began to assemble according to the position of their centurions.

In the tent, Wohaug wiped his mouth with his cuffs, smiled coldly, got up and walked out. He is not willing to let go of this kind of opportunity.

Ten miles east of Haixi Village, Xiao Ye and his entourage, who had not yet walked far on the grassland, were quite slow due to the drag of the carriage; But in front of them, the scouts who scattered out had already run out for more than ten miles.

Xiao Ye hugged the light and soft Lena on the horse, walking on the grass that was getting greener and greener, and she was still in a good mood, "Lina, in seven or eight days, we will be at my house,"

"Oh, is it far from Haixi Village?" Lena, who was dressed in a coarse cloth robe outside, wore a veil on her head, and under her long eyelashes, her blue eyes were a little confused; Although she married this young officer according to the arrangement of her father and grandfather, the inexplicable unknown in the distance made her can't help but cling to Xiao Ye's arms.

The wide black coat wrapped around them, and the cool breeze swept across the grassland could not stop the fiery mood of the two young people at all.

"It's a little farther, but I promise, it won't be long before you'll see Grandpa Mud again, as well as your father's," Xiao Ye smiled slightly, still very considerate to the concubine with a faint body fragrance.

Seeing Lina's melancholy expression under the thin sand, Xiao Ye chuckled and said, "In my family, you also have a sister, her name is Mei'er, and she is also my wife,"

Lena, who had not been deeply involved in the world, was really diverted, and suddenly tensed her body and writhed unhappily; But Xiao Ye's strong arms, she could break free at that time.

"You lied, you said in front of the priest that you only love me," Lina, who couldn't break free, gasped and tears were about to come out.

"Lying? No, I don't, I only marry you one among the Haixi people, and you can supervise it at any time in the future, but I am Han and have my own customs, we are allowed to marry two wives there, and concubines are not counted," Xiao Ye smiled and leaned into Lina's ear, the heat in her mouth made her feel weak.

Xiao Ye's sophistry made Lina a little dumbfounded, and when she was newly married, she was quite obsessed with her husband's affection, and then she didn't care about his words; Anyway, as long as she leaves the home that suffocates her, even if she is married to a Han Chinese, she is willing.

No one dared to mess with her in the village because of the majesty of the village chief of Ola, but she was simply wronged to let her marry the widower who had died of his wife.

There had been caravans of the Hu people in the village before, and she had also heard that the Hu people could have several wives, but this situation fell on her, which made Lena worried.

"Tie her husband's heart, no matter how high and far he flies, there is a time to return home," the words of the elder aunt who warned her before marriage rang in Lina's heart, and her resistance turned into a half-push and half-push.

It's just that how to tie Xiao Ye's heart, Lina was quite distressed, so she gradually forgot the sorrow of leaving Haixi Village.

The big hand that was secretly making troubles was slowly rubbing/rubbing on Lina's chest, and the fire in Xiao Ye's heart had just risen, and his eyes immediately became cold; In his eyes, the anxiety of the scouts sweating profusely on the horses rushing from a distance became clearer and clearer.

The guards of the hundred households who had just avoided the convoy were far away, and when they saw that a scout had returned, they immediately urged the war horses to surround them, but their eyes were looking around.

Wang Hu, who was in front of the convoy, had already seen the scout from the binoculars, and when he saw this brother running closer, he waved his hand and did not stop him.

Stampeding, the war horse ran straight in front of Xiao Ye, the panting scout, strangled the war horse, "Lord Baihu, the north and west have found a team of Tartar horses, the number is thousands, and we are half an hour's away,"

"Sure enough, I knew that they wouldn't leave easily," Xiao Ye looked at the full carriage around him regretfully, "I know, continue to investigate,"

"Yes," the scout turned, and sped north; The two heralds who relayed in front could expand the probing distance of Xiao Ye's team to a distance of ten miles, and also gave him plenty of time to react.

Xiao Ye let go of the big hand pressed on Lina's chest and beckoned Wang Hu over.

"The carriage was dropped, and the earth-shattering thunder was placed, so that the Tartars knew that not everyone could take the goods of my Shiguantun casually," After speaking, Xiao Ye took a dozen personal guards, Lina's guard Baodes, and fifteen pack horses carrying supplies, and beat the horses to speed up and continue to hurry.

"Well, Xia Guan understands," Wang Hu nodded with a smile, and called his two most proficient sergeants who were most familiar with playing Heaven-Shaking Thunder, "Brother Liu, Brother Zhao, it depends on the craftsmanship of the two of you,"

"Huzi, don't worry, the goods of these ten carriages, when you meet the tartars, you can only change them to see the fireworks, it's too wasteful," Brother Liu, who was full of wrinkles, looked at the carloads of goods regretfully, "How much money does this have to waste,"

"No matter how much you can't give to the Tartars," Wang Hu, who had no concept of money and quantity, and the scholar Haixi shrugged, "The order of the hundred households, carry it out,"

The two veteran sergeants jumped off their horses, and led a few men to pull out boxes of earth-shaking thunder in bundles and tie them together, and then tied them with thin cowhide ropes, and tied them tightly in the goods on the top of the carriage; As long as someone turns over the goods, or pulls the carriage, it will definitely break the cowhide rope.

In each carriage, there were more than a dozen jars of soju placed at the bottom, and the earth-shattering thunder was placed in the gap of the wine jar. When the cowhide rope is pulled out of the fire rope, the shochu turns into a burning flame.

With a stick of incense, the sergeants straightened up the wagons and left with twenty pack horses. The lonely and discarded carriage looks so conspicuous on the unobstructed grassland.