Before dark, Qin Shi and the others walked out of the mountain trail and went to the Galen tribe, a Tatar camp under the guardianship of Wang Hu, where they ate a large piece of meat in a cowhide tent and drank a few large bowls of milk wine, and the two talked and chatted about the interesting things they encountered.

Naturally, Wang Hu's dyed red hair was teased by Qin Shisheng; If it weren't for the potion that Li Langzhong had concocted there that could remove the red pigment from his hair, Wang Meng wouldn't want to make himself look like a ghost.

Due to the secrecy of the military order, Wang Hu didn't talk much about the Tartar camp, Qin Shi didn't mention going to Gansu Town, and even the third lady went to Bailong Lake, but she only quietly ventilated in private, and the most talked about was the yellow jokes about women that men like to talk about.

Eating meat in large pieces and drinking wine in large bowls, Qin Shi was very envious of the good life of Wang Meng and the brothers, and he also knew the risks, so he had to go back and see if the hundred households could be gracious, and let himself and Heizi also come out to let go.

As for Hao Yongliang's flag team, that guy likes to stay in the castle and not come out, so stay in the mountains and blow the wind.

Qin Shi forgot that his hunter flag team has always been a supernumerary team, although the food and salary treatment is the same as that of other flag teams, but until now it is still a team composed of hunters, hunting and surveying the terrain. Of course, secretly as the hunter team of the fourth banner team, the serial number will not change, and the province will chill everyone's heart.

In Shiguan Tunli, the fifth flag team with sergeant Liu Xiaohou as the flag officer, that is, the scout flag team, has been formed.

Wang Meng, Wang Hu, Lei Xiaoqing, Qin Shi, Liu Xiaohou's five banner teams, plus Xiao Ye's 30-person personal guards, are all the troops of Shiguantun 100 households, and it is indeed difficult to support the defense of the Tartars to the south.

After discussing with Wang Dali, the five flag teams under Wang Dali, who were originally craftsmen of the craftsman's household, have withdrawn from the flag team one after another, and rely on craftsmanship to work in the B-shaped mill and mold filling field, and the treatment is basically unchanged.

But if you buckle it again, there are so many people on the stone mountain, and the sergeants are transferred from Bailong Lake, and there is no good excuse for the time being, so you can only fill it little by little, and it also takes a lot of time to practice the fire/gun formation.

These are all things that Xiao Ye has to worry about, Qin Shi and Wang Hu drank wine and ate meat happily, and it was enough to take care of the things in their hands.

However, Qin Shi has been back and forth here several times, and each time he feels that the number of tartars here, as well as the cattle and sheep on the grass outside, should be more, probably because he is too sensitive.

Rotated to the grassland to supervise this Tartar tribe, Xiao Ye told the two squad flag officers that other Tartar tribes had been found nearby, as long as they could fight, he didn't care about robbing things and killing people, but he must ensure that the road to Bailong Lake was unobstructed.

Therefore, Wang Hu and Wang Meng took turns, under the leadership of the attached Tartars, they searched around a radius of one hundred and ten miles, not only eliminated several hidden Tartar rangers, but once the Tartar tribe was found, as long as it was small, it was simply destroyed directly, expanding the strength of the Galen tribe.

Due to the authentic Tartar cavalry around him, those tribes that were attacked surrendered very quickly, and Wang Meng also accepted the advice of the Tartar slaves, and after killing the other party's head and his male relatives, he began to annex these tribes; So, Wang Hu continued to learn and do as usual.

Later, the sunspots, who took over the rotation, and Qin Shishi, copied his methods one by one, and grew a small tribe into a medium tribe with thousands of cavalry within a year.

That's all for later.

Before dawn the next day, Qin Shishi, who was sleeping in the tent, heard a low horn sound in his ears, "Woo, woo," a long signal spread throughout the camp, and for a while, people outside shouted horses and neighed, and the whole camp boiled.

Tengdi, rolling in the corner of the tent with his leather jacket, Qin Shi, whose eyes had not yet opened, did not realize that he was sleeping in the tent until his back was on the cold grass and he woke up in the cold; lifted his thick leather jacket, sat on the ground and was about to get up, when he heard Wang Hu shouting outside.

"Stone, hurry up, there is a shouting outside, hurry up and help," Wang Hu shouted, and the footsteps ran away; Last night, he wanted to stuff a Tartar woman into the stone, but after Qin Shishi saw the woman's appearance, he decisively refused.

Jumping up with a bare spine and muttering a few times in his mouth, Qin Shi quickly got dressed, ran out of the tent with his equipment, and saw his sergeants, one by one, who had just come out, looking disheveled.

"Quick, quick, there's a good show, whether we can pick up the cheap depends on your speed," Qin Shi shouted loudly while wearing a short sheepskin jacket full of smell; Naturally, the sergeants were also quickly putting clothes on their bodies, and some of them had already pulled over their horses.

Leaving Bailong Lake, for the sake of safety on the road, Qin Shi and the others had already changed into a tartar dress, the field uniform was stuffed in the backpack, and the mandarin duck battle jacket and iron helmet were also put together.

On the horse, the group of men urged the horses out of the camp without washing their faces, and ran towards a high ground to the west; In the past ten days, eleven of them have unshaven beards one by one, and at first glance, the messy pigtails on their heads are almost like original Tatar cavalry.

Three miles away from the camp, the high ground had already set up a formation, and Wang Hu's team led more than a hundred red-haired slave cavalry, facing the west and waiting, waiting for the hundreds of sturdy figures in the distance to approach.

On the war horse, Wang Hu carried a shotgun, surrounded by ten sergeants, and beyond that were those Tartar slaves, all with reins in their hands, with knives on their waists, with solemn expressions.

The Tartar slaves were divided into two classes, and those who joined earlier, and who had seen blood with the sergeants, were for the superior slaves, who already had food and pay to take, and even if they were captured, they could get oil and water; Those who have just taken refuge in it, there is nothing, eating enough food every day is the biggest benefit, and the war is also a temporary scimitar, don't think about horned bows, maces, etc.

Driving the horse to the high ground, Qin Shi found Wang Hu's figure, looked at the terrain in the four miles, waved his big hand, and ran to the depression in the south with the sergeant, without greeting Wang Hu.

Wang Hu, who was sitting firmly on horseback, put down the binoculars, looked at Qin Shi in the distance with a slanted face, and the corners of his mouth twitched, he really didn't grow at all, and the hunter team could only play a side sneak attack.

"Ready," he said, and with a long shout, the trumpet sounded, and the horses' hooves on the opposite steppe sounded, and the Tartars who had come to seek revenge arrived.

A few days ago, when Wang Meng's team was about to return to Shiguantun, while patrolling the swamp to the west, they killed two Tartar rangers, but ran one; Because they wore tartar coats and had red hair on their heads, they were remembered and found here.

So, yesterday someone shot a war book, to compete with Wang Hu and them, the loser had to give all his wealth, but the death penalty was forgiven. On the grassland, the enemy tribe can settle grievances knife to knife, and the defeated are slaves, and the custom is so.

At this point, it is far more refreshing than the kindness on the face of the Ming people, and the infighting secretly stabbed and bitten with a knife.

The other tribe is more than 300 miles away to the west, and there are hundreds of young cavalry, and after Wang Hu received this alternative war letter, he happened to meet Qin Shi and came to the camp to rest.

The two sides were a mile apart, Wang Meng and a Tartar-headed man riding a green horse on the opposite side looked at it a few times, the waves, the scimitar was out of the sheath, and the cold light on the blade was shining in the morning light.

"Indigo," "Boom," the cavalryman named Aishan Thorn tribe roared loudly, taking the lead with great momentum, preemptively increasing the speed of his horse, and raising his scimitar like a forest, roaring fiercely one by one, frantically urging the war horse under his crotch.

On the other hand, Wang Hu here, although their terrain is a little higher, but the war horse that has not moved at all, still does not see the whip raised, if it is in other places, now it is only necessary to turn around and flee for their lives.

The inferior Tartar cavalry, who stood on the outermost sides of the two sides, looked at the figure who came forward in bewilderment, and the palms of the scimitars were soaked with sweat; Fortunately, there were superior cavalry next to them who did not move, and they could only force the ** of the impact, or the idea of escaping.

Pulling out the fire/gun in the leather bag on the side of the saddle, Wang Meng began to load without raising his eyelids, and with a bang, the spear was on his shoulder, and then he said slowly, "Ready,"

As soon as his words fell, the Tartar cavalry, which had already rushed to eight hundred paces on the opposite side, had not yet dispersed in formation, when there was a sudden burst of thunder under his feet, and one by one flat thunderbolts jumped up from the grass and exploded.

"Boom, boom, boom," more than two dozen jumping thunderbolts that suddenly exploded, bursting out countless iron beads, and in the blink of an eye, the dozen or so Tartar cavalry who rushed in the middle, even the people and horses hit the bloody holes, and they fell to the ground with a puff, and slid forward seven or eight steps, and then fell to the ground.

The Tartar, who followed closely behind, crashed headlong unexpectedly, and after falling a few times, the others either jumped up and crossed over, or slowed down their horses and prepared to get around.

And the more than twenty Tartar cavalry who had already rushed through the small minefield were also the culprits who touched the jumping mine, and followed behind the leader, speeding up more and more; There is no way, now that their speed has been raised, if they slow down on the spot, it will just make the enemy on the opposite side face up.

Qin Shi, who was two hundred steps away from the side, smashed his mouth and looked at this miserable picture, "Eh, a mother, his two brothers, Wang Meng, Wang and Hu, are really the palms of hundreds of households, and even the thunder has been given so much, but the Tartar has kicked the stone this time,"

As he spoke, Qin Shi didn't dare to be vague in his hand, raised his gun and moved the muzzle, "Peng," knocked down a tartar with one shot; The sergeants scattered around him also pulled the trigger one after another, firing the gunshots of the attack.

Qin Shi's guns roared here, and Wang Hu also took two breaths, and fired a row of guns at the Tartars who entered the firing range, "Boom, boom, boom," After the three rows of fire/guns, as a yellow flag shook in the smoke of gunpowder, several high-grade Tartar slaves suddenly became excited.

"Up, attack," the thirty or so slaves who had fought several times, following Wang Hu's gesture, shook the scimitar in their hands, and urged their horses to rush towards the bottom of the high ground; Behind him, the messy fire/gunfire was still ringing out.

When the inferior Tartar slaves came to their senses, the dozens of horses in front had already run down the high ground, and under the unkind eyes of the sergeants, they hurriedly rushed down with their swords.

Soon, Wang Meng's guns stopped, only the shotguns in the distance were still ringing one after another, and the Tartar slaves who rushed to the enemy were only the lives of the wounded of the reapers, and by the way they cleaned up the battlefield; The Tartar cavalry who came to seek revenge, when they saw that the situation was not good, had already dispersed and ran away.

However, the Tartar cavalry under Wang Hu's jurisdiction was not only a hundred, but a full three hundred, and on the grasslands on both sides of the opposing sides, there were a cold and shining scimitars from afar, even Qin Shi They didn't find that the encirclement was so big.

The inferior Tartar slaves who rushed after him, when they saw their older companions begin to clean up the battlefield, urged their horses to chase the fleeing Tartars; However, in Wang Meng's earlier order, there was no intention of chasing the enemy, and they would have to be whipped when they returned.

"Boom," a thunderbolt that did not explode was trampled directly by the hooves of the inferior Tartar slaves, and the man and the horse quickly fell to the ground, and the bloody hole on the body did not need to be healed at all.

At this time, the low-class Tartar slaves who had just been attached to them understood why the high-class slaves were so well-behaved, and it turned out that they had already suffered. However, this suffering comes at the cost of life.

Soon after cleaning up the Tartar slaves on the battlefield, the dead and wounded horses were gathered and left in place, and the women of their own tribe came to carry them, and they just picked up the weapons, leather armor, silver and copper coins, as long as the amount did not exceed ten taels, it was their own.

The 200 Tartar slaves who surrounded them soon dismounted the more than 30 Aishan thorn cavalrymen who were trying to escape, tied them up, and put them on their horses.

Wang Hu, who assembled the team, waved his hand at the Qin stone in the distance, and the team galloped towards the depths of the grassland in the distance, with the captives leading the way, since the Aishan Thorn tribe failed in the fight, there must be the consciousness of the loser, and he must hurry to catch his capture.

The few high-class Tartar slaves who remained in the same place, carrying horsewhips, drove the five inferior slaves who did not obey the order, and first cut off the heads of the corpses on the ground and placed them on the high ground to form a jingguan, and the head of the head of the head must be placed on the top as a sign of respect.

In the grass depression, Qin Shi looked at the team of people who were rushing away, and the envy in his eyes was certain, but he couldn't follow to be happy, he was still very depressed; Beside him, the herald put down his earmuffs, "Brother Qin, Wang Qiguan, they went to find the Tartar tribe, let us go back to the camp by ourselves,"

"Oh, go back, it's time for us to go back, and he won't say to compensate for the projectiles that Lao Tzu used just now?" Qin Shi looked at the herald very annoyed, and when he saw this little guy and a few old hunters next to him, all of them looked indifferent, and he knew that last night, Wang Hu's beauty trick made these guys taste the sweetness.

No, I have to hurry up and leave, stay for another night, I can't say that these guys are going to "defect", Wang Hu's goods are really too bad, thinking of this, Qin Shi beckoned his subordinates, beat his horse and went straight to the camp in the north, his pack horse is still there.

Shiguantun, at this time Xiao Ye was entertaining the guests who came to visit, and after practicing the knife technique twice in the early morning, he didn't have time to pick up the book to read, and Tian Fangjun, the deacon of the Tian family in the back mountain, ran up the mountain impatiently.

In the past few days, he has been studying the trench tactics mentioned in the book, and he doesn't know what the firepower output is, but it is also difficult to deploy the formation in terms of the number of sergeants, which makes him dizzy, and he just relaxes.

On the training ground, the little six sons with a bitter face, holding a piece of paper with a graphic drawing, were supervising Hao Yongliang's flag team, pouting his ass and digging trenches; Yes, a deep ditch, a hundred households can be called trenches, and people who study seriously are different.

The edge of the training ground was full of stones, and the military shovels dug down, clicking straight to sparks, and in some places they even used geotechnical bullets, Hao Yongliang took ten sergeants, sweating profusely and crying bitterly.

A plate of pickles, a bowl of gruel, a small basket of hot mixed noodles steamed buns on the stone table, and the Ximen Baihu who drank with relish opposite the bowl, made Tian Fangjun also feel empty in his stomach, and looked at the big bowl in front of him with some embarrassment.

"Eat a little, otherwise you will have no energy in the morning, you won't be able to do anything, and the food can't be wasted," Xiao Ye didn't persuade him much with chopsticks, but said lightly.

In the Ming Dynasty, those who ate breakfast early in the morning, except for those families and rich people, the common people generally did not eat, but Xiao Ye and his younger siblings were in a panic when they were hungry if they didn't eat breakfast, and their mother used to boil porridge in the morning to drink, and after a long time, they got used to it.

Now the sergeants in the tunli have food in the morning in the barn room, and while eating, they have developed the habit of going out to exercise before meals and eating after drills. With hundreds of households having breakfast every day, the sergeants are very conscious of being one level higher than others.

Women and children do not sit at the same table, the Ximen family is very strict, Mei'er and Lena eat early in the stove room, and now they are waiting for Xiao Ye to eat in the back room, and they can go to the private school to listen to the class after cleaning up, except for the guards at the door in the small courtyard, there are only two of them left; Xiao Ye, who was eating fast, put down a bowl of gruel, and after eating a steamed bun, he put down his chopsticks.

Picking up the hot tea and drinking a few sips, Xiao Ye sat there, waiting quietly, waiting for Deacon Tian to finish the porridge, wasting food is not a good thing; Now that Tian Fangjun has gone to Houshan, he has also been promoted from the shopkeeper to a deacon, which shows that he still works hard.

Glancing at Xiao Ye with an indifferent expression, Tian Fangjun lowered his head and sped up the speed of drinking porridge, he also felt strange, after not seeing him for a few days, this little hundred households looked at it with a strange feeling, and seemed to be more mature again.

How did he know that the shock that "On War" brought to Xiao Ye was no less than a thorough cleansing of his soul, and when he looked at the things in front of him, he also had a sense of the overall situation.

After receiving the patriarch's pigeon letter, Tian Fangjun hurriedly went up to the stone mountain, and the guys in the shop had already told him that the Ximen Baihu had not left the stone fort at all in the past few days, and even if they went to the training ground, they would come back on time, and there was no time to go to Gansu Town.

As for the squad that went out of the steppe, it had become a routine, and there were not many of them, and every time they could bring back a full camel caravan, it seemed that they were making a living as bodyguards for the Persians.

On the night of the attack on the Tian family's compound, the military crossbows and revolver fire/guns that appeared, not to mention the hands of several major merchants, family guards, and even the Huang family could make revolver fires/guns; The effect of the earth-shattering thunder explosion is not absent from the more powerful official god hangar, but it is just too bulky.

Hurriedly drank a large bowl of gruel, Tian Fangjun wiped his mouth, "Brother Shidao, this time my brother and I went up the mountain to ask for something, and I hope you will help me a lot,"

When the words came out, seeing Mei'er and Lena coming out, Tian Fangjun could only get up awkwardly and greet him with a smile; The two daughters, Deacon Hetian, were blessed, quickly packed up the dishes, and returned to the stove room.

"Oh, yes?" Xiao Ye waved his hand and let the sergeant serve the teapot, his eyelids twitched twice, "Come, take a sip of hot tea first, I am a small hundred, and the sergeant is only a few dozen, I don't know, brother, what's the matter with you?" ”

"Oh, it's not a secret, the Tian family in Gansu Town was robbed, and the loss of money was not big, but Xiuxiu and the maid were nowhere to be found," Tian Fangjun awkwardly took out a brand-new silver ticket from his sleeve pocket and put it on the stone table.

"The grassland horse thief is flying on the grass, it should be them, they can already be distinguished from the corpse," said earnestly, Tian Fangjun got up and arched his hand, "I hope that the hundred households will not refuse,"

"Grass, the virtue of the big family, your Tian family is to this extent," for Tian Fangjun's vague persecution, Xiao Ye knew that he couldn't refuse, there were thousands of households above his head, and there was also a command envoy, saying that he couldn't say that the official / document was on the road, so that he could help to eliminate the nearby thieves.

Nodding, Xiao Ye didn't get up, "It's good to say, Miss Tian is familiar with this official, and this official will do his best, and after finding out that grass is flying, he will report to Wang Qianhu to exterminate it in one fell swoop,"

The silver ticket of one hundred taels on the table, he didn't even have the interest to look at it, but he wouldn't push it away, who made him now have a fast flow in his pocket.

"Thank you to the hundred households, once the Tian family gets the news of Caoshangfei, they will report it immediately, and the time will not exceed ten days," Tian Fangjun said very confidently, but the suspicion of Xiao Ye in his heart was even stronger.

The relationship between Tian Xiuxiu and Xiao Ye in private, Tian Fangjun stayed in the shop outside the tun wall for not a day or two, and he didn't hear the rumors, but as soon as Tian Xiuxiu went up the mountain, he was bound to rest in the stone castle guest room.

However, this unfounded speculation, he can't say it, in case Xiao Ye turns his face and denies it, he represents the Tian family, and his reputation can't tolerate any sloppiness.

Tian Fangjun's decisive promise made Xiao Ye slightly stunned, he knew that the Tian family's business connections were widespread, but it was still very heartwarming to be able to find out the news in time.

In "On War", the importance of intelligence made Xiao Ye have a deeper understanding of Sun Tzu's Art of War, the sentence that knows oneself and knows that the other is invincible.

It's time to start your own intelligence pointing, muttering a few words in her heart, Xiao Ye's face was not a little wavering, and he said in a condensed voice, "That's good, this official will send scouts to try their best to search for Miss Tian's whereabouts,"

In the early morning of the next day, the Qin stone team escorted the pack horse and returned to Shiguantun, and the heavy leather bag on the horse's back slowly entered the quarry stone fort, so that Tian Fangjun, who was standing outside the shop and watching, knew that it was time to go back to the Houshan workshop, and it was time to take out the silver ticket in his pocket.

Tian Fangjun didn't notice that the goods of the Persian shops had always come out of the warehouse next door to the stone fort of the Armor Mill, but the pack horse team from the steppe often went directly to the quarry mill, perhaps to check the goods before putting them into the warehouse.

Although the Baodes shop was moved to the Houshan Workshop, there was a small courtyard where the merchants raised funds to give to the Persians, but the Persian warehouse was still in Shiguantun, perhaps to take care of the relationship with the Ximen Baihu, but also for the safety of the goods; After all, the one who is closer to the Persians here is still Xiao Ye, who has the most dealings with them.

Xiao Ye saved the Persian caravan once on the grassland, and also got benefits, these are things that Tian Fangjun can't envy, luck.

From escorting goods to and from the grassland and Shiguantun, it can be seen that the Persians trust Ximen Baihu. Even the large sums of grain and silk cloth that he had bought, as well as other goods, were handed over to Xiao Ye's sergeant to be sent to the grassland; In order to ensure business, Xiao Ye, a hundred households, still attaches great importance to his reputation.

Of course, in order to have a good relationship with the Persians and keep the jobs of his military households, Xiao Ye will definitely escort the bodyguards closely, even if some sergeants are lost. For the sake of goods and Tartar cavalry, at least these merchants will not be so reckless, which will not only damage their manpower, but also their other businesses.

This is also the reason why Xiao Ye escorted the materials without anyone intervening, and the two stone mills can still exist in Shiguantun, this kind of small money to earn dart fees, the merchants have not seen it yet.

Of course, there are not many young people in Shiguan Tun is also a reason, in addition to the stone fort mill that has disappeared, the other population, troops, and even the number of grain and coal reserves of military households have long been figured out by people with hearts.

What Tian Fangjun and they can't figure out is Xiao Ye and Baodes Shop, the relationship between master and slave is reversed.

The stone that Qin Shi brought back this time, knocked open a dark brown stone, which had a dull metallic luster, if a Persian blacksmith was present, it could be seen that this was a stone containing a certain proportion of iron tungstate, and it was also a good iron material for making Uzi steel knives, but the content was too small.

As soon as the stones, saltpeter and sulfur on the back of the pack horses hit the ground, the guards rushed up and carried bags of heavy raw materials into the mill, and the two stone mills were pulled and spun.

Nearly 10,000 catties of raw materials, by the time Wang Dali's sergeants came to work, they had all been put into the grinding eye, and even the leather bags on the ground were taken away.