It was almost dusk, climbing over a high hillside, and a larger town in front of them entered the eyelids, and the forbidden army sergeants, who were originally depressed and depressed, and couldn't even lift their legs, couldn't help but have their eyes shining, and they all seemed to have strength in an instant.

It's getting late, so I should be resting here tonight, so I don't have to hurry.

Naturally, they are happy.

The sergeants at the border pass and the men with carts were also smiling.

When the army is on a mission and on the battlefield, the generals will not tell them in advance whether they want to hurry and where to rest.

Otherwise, if the news is leaked, it may be taken advantage of by the enemy.

A fast horse galloped towards the town like the wind and said hello in advance.

Northern Xinjiang is chaotic, the people are fierce, full of vigilance, and the prestige of the people can immediately organize a team that is not weak, in fact, this is also a last resort, because if they are not fierce and organized, they will have no combat effectiveness, and when they are charged by horse bandits or foreign armies, it will be a river of blood.

There are more than 1,000 people in the team escorting the salt, and if you don't say it in advance, it will be misunderstood by the people in the town.

There is an official document with him, and the official post station in the town has already gotten the news, knowing that such a team of teammates will pass by, so the sergeant who passed the word turned back after a while.

The town is a lookout for the wind, and this team has long been discovered, and the person who was originally in charge of the lookout has informed the townspeople to be on guard, and at this moment they learned that it was the escort team of the imperial court, and they all relaxed and went to their own affairs.

Before coming to the town, the military order was issued, and I will rest here tonight.

All the Praetorian sergeants cheered.

Guo Fang, Cheng Gang, and Wei Huan were always vigilant, worried about being ambushed and attacked in the wild.

When you come to a small town where people live, you are afraid of being drugged, or some people are red and salty, and they are bold and have bad intentions.

This journey is more tiring than when they were fighting.

Jiang Long also felt very tired and a little bitter at the beginning, until a few days later he got used to riding a horse, and this was the recovery of his spirit.

Sitting on horseback for a long time, novices will grind blistering on the inner thighs.

It's very uncomfortable.

After a few days, it is good to grind out a thin layer of cocoons.

Riding a horse to the town, Jiang Long saw a code on a wall.

The code was left by Hou Jiang.

Signal to the other side that everything is okay.

Also, Hou Jiang and the others walked in front, also wanting to help explore the way, and the code also indicated that they had not found any danger in this town for the time being.

The team went straight to the official station.

Because wars often break out here, and a large number of military brigades pass by here, these post stations will be more important, so they are built very large.

In the post station, there are many personnel, good horses, and many rooms.

As a sergeant, when you go out on a mission, you don't pay attention to everything.

There was no place in the hall, so they squatted in the courtyard to eat, and there were few rooms, either seven or eight people crowded into one room, or they set up a tent.

As soon as the hot meal was ready, the sergeants rushed to line up to receive the meal.

Mu Xuan, Guo Fang, and Jiang Long and others all have official positions, so the meals are naturally arranged separately.

There is no one to squeeze a room with them, so just go back to the room for dinner.

It's hard to make a delicate meal, but it's also more hearty.

A large table was full, enough for Jiang Long to sit down and enjoy it with Tudu, Gunty Bak, and the guards of the four mansions.

After eating, just after cleaning his hands, Cheng Gang suddenly opened the door and walked in.

He also looked cautious.

"Something?" Jiang Long asked.

Cheng Gang's face was solemn, "I found the faces of many smugglers before, and they were afraid that they wanted to fight this batch of salt. ”

Jiang Long was stunned for a moment, and then asked, "Can't you catch it?" ”

"If you arrest anyone as long as they smuggle, then the sergeants guarding the border are estimated to be nearly half." Cheng Gang said helplessly.

The environment in northern Xinjiang is difficult, and most of the people living here are miserable.

Although the people of Daqi have a deep enmity with foreign races, and they must be divided into life and death when they meet on the battlefield, the people of Northern Xinjiang will still trade privately in order to make money and eat.

Aliens lack iron and salt, and like luxury things such as porcelain and silk.

Often just a tattered iron pot can be sold for a few taels of silver.

With such a high interest, which one would not be blushing?

Sometimes only one battle has been fought during the day, and at night, the soldiers defending the city will make sneaky deals with the aliens.

When foreign armies buy iron tools, they naturally want to smelt them and make weapons.

Of course, their smelting level is very low, but they are already happy to have an iron weapon in their hands.

Because of the lack of iron weapons, they are very rare.

Other than that, it's just an iron to make arrowheads.

But he knew that the other party was going to use iron to make weapons and arrows, and he would deal with him at that time, but the border sergeant would still sell iron tools because of high profits.

What about weishenme?

Because in any era, military institutions are chaotic and complex.

There's too many moths in there!

greedy for military salaries and various military supplies.

Although the soldiers have their own food, they still have to support their families.

Can't get enough money, so that the family starves to death?

So there is such a contradictory, helpless and lamenting situation.

Listening to Cheng Gang finish speaking in a complaining tone, Jiang Long was silent.

After a long while, he said, "Then we can only sit and wait here and take precautions?" ”

"Hmm." Cheng Gang replied weakly: "General Guo asked me to come over to remind Master Jing that if there is any special situation at night, it is best not to go out." ”

"The official has the responsibility of supervision, and if there is a loss of salt, it will be difficult to escape the blame."

Jiang Long shook his head.

The emperor did not kindly give him this position to give him power, and he was accompanied by an army, which could ensure his personal safety along the way.

The purpose is actually very simple, that is, if the salt escorted is missing, he can be dealt with in a fair and open manner.

Sometimes power is not a good thing.

Because the power is great, it means that the responsibility to be borne is also greater!

"But once you do it, there will be no eyes for the knife and gun......" Cheng Gang has to persuade again.

But he was interrupted by Jiang Long's words, "Cheng Baihu rest assured, this official has his own measure, and there is only one life, and this official will not be easily involved." ”

"Hmm."

When Cheng Gang left, he told another thing, "As soon as the team entered the post station, a few people went to see Mu Xuan. ”

A guard stepped forward and closed the door.

Jiang Long frowned and pondered.

Since the last time he cut off the head of a forbidden army sergeant and swept Mu Xuan's face, Jiang Long has been guarding against Mu Xuan's plot.

But Mu Xuan didn't make any moves.

This person didn't do it, is it because he has long wanted to fight the idea of this batch of salt?

Jiang Long is ordered to supervise, and his identity is not trivial, if something happens to him, then the imperial court will definitely send someone to investigate.

At that time, Mu Xuan was afraid that he would not have the opportunity to make salt.

The more he thought about it, the more Jiang Long felt like this.

If Mu Xuan wants to take revenge, he can wait until the salt is handed over to complete the task, and then calculate the general account.

As for the wrong amount of salt when handing in, Mu Xuan naturally has a way to settle it.

Or maybe they have already been in the same league with the person who handed them over.

Jiang Long often chats with Guo Fang and others these days, and knows the importance of salt to the army and the people.

In addition, he had a feud with Mu Xuan, so he decided that he must not let Mu Xuan succeed!

Mu Xuan's room is very lively at the moment.

Several big smugglers in northern Xinjiang opened their mouths to ask for prices.

Salt is a rare commodity, and this time there is a huge quantity, and the team has already transported the salt here.

In the past, when they were doing business, they had to buy from other places and then work hard to transport them to northern Xinjiang.

Along the way, you have to spend money to open the way, and you have to guard against being robbed.

Very uninsured.

And when they arrived at the northern border, they were the head snakes of the land, and anyone in black and white had to give a little thin noodles.

Guo Fang and the others did not immediately arrest these people, and there was another reason, they knew that these people could not be easily offended.

If you don't have enough evidence in your hands, you can get into a lot of trouble.

Of course, even if there is evidence, Guo Fang also knows that these people can still come out safe and sound if they stuff a large sum of money.

Smuggling is a huge profiteering, and these people are all very wealthy.

Mu Xuan's appetite is not small, and he wants to secretly sell one-third of the salt, and a few big smugglers are of course very happy.

But in this way, the family can't eat.

So everyone calmed down, didn't continue to fight with a red face and a thick neck, and each allocated the quantity.

"Lord Shepherd, when will I be able to get the goods?" A vendor asked.

Hearing this, Mu Xuan, who was originally smiling, his eyes were full of gold and silver, and he was excited, his brain was a little calmer.

"There's an overseer in the team."

"Isn't that easy?" A vendor patted his chest vigorously, "Where is he?" Stuff him with a few thousand taels of silver. ”

Mu Xuan shook his head, "He is close to Guo Fang and others, and he is very young, he has not experienced anything, he may still want to be a good official to benefit the party, I am afraid that it will not be possible to use silver." ”

Several vendors looked at each other, and then their faces became ruthless!

can do this business, how can the heart not be ruthless?

"Besides, a few days ago, this kid didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and he dared to sweep the face of his official." Mu Xuan said in a dark voice.

"Then!" A vendor raised his palm and made a downward splitting motion.

"Guo Fang is very close to that kid."

So what to do?

As the head snake of northern Xinjiang, these smugglers naturally know the strength of the border army.

Mu Xuan suddenly became ruthless, "You should know the horse bandits, right?" ”

"Of course there is."

"The price of asking them to do things is high, but the deal is worth it." A few vendors nodded.

Another trader was puzzled: "But Guo Fang has 500 border troops under his hands, even if he spends money to find horse bandits, it is useless." ”

The horse bandits are also fierce, but they are still inferior in combat effectiveness to the upper border army.

The border army has armor and weapons issued by the imperial court, and even if it takes a long time to replace them with new ones, they are much stronger than the horse bandits.

Most of the bandits don't even have a thick leather coat, not to mention armor.

Moreover, some people in the border army taught the formation and formed a defensive formation, which can be said to be impregnable, even if the horse bandits were several times larger than the border army, they would not have an advantage.

In northern Xinjiang, there are a large number of sergeants, and as long as someone breaks out to report the news, then there will soon be local troops to support.

"If a large amount of salt is really robbed by the horse bandits, the official's head will not be saved." Mu Xuan was confident at the moment.