Vesudeva II was not an enemy, but an object to be fought for, and what should be done at this time was to reassure him that he could not be doubted.

And the appearance of the forbidden army cannot be 100% sure that it is the emperor's will, who knows if there will be other forces to make trouble.

Zhang Bai decided to investigate clearly, so he discussed with Mu Jing and asked her to follow her for a few more days to find out the details. Mu Jing seemed to be a little excited, and happily "brushed" and disappeared on the spot.

If you want to say that the group of people under your command are all geniuses, they are a little unreliable. "Why didn't you even say hello before leaving?" Zhang Bai thought sadly: "I still have something to say!"

Originally, he also wanted to gather everyone and let Nanhua perform the art of transmitting sound into the secret. Well, now, the one who needs to be contacted the most has lost contact.

The other few are also difficult to collect, the two Lingling Pig Pig are in the palace, Nanhua lives in the pagoda, and recently at night he also scored his divine sense and went to the house of Master Su Raj to train mercenaries. He originally lived at home with Mu Jing and Brother Ma, but now because of shipbuilding, Brother Ma lives in a spaceship on the cliff every day.

Qing Chi was transferred to his home instead, taking care of the store, although he was far less wealthy than Ma Ge, but he was honest and humble, customers liked him, and business did not affect at all.

"Everyone is scattered, the team is not easy to lead!" Zhang Bai sighed, he had no choice but to wait for tomorrow!

He simply went to the construction site to see the newly built spaceship, and he never got tired of seeing it! There were two of them, and he had to come up with a name, he thought.

The new ship was much larger than the old one, almost more than double in size. And it's as tall as a two-story building, it's a double-decker battleship. He is not satisfied with the glass of the porthole, there is only glass in the local area, one is not good at transmitting light, and the other is fragile, so it is best to find a replacement.

But on the whole, it's okay, the new ship has enough lift, it's no problem to fit seventy or eighty people, and it's quite comfortable to live in.

He regretted it a little, he knew that he had the money to build such a big one, so he asked Suraj for more mercenaries, and now there are only fifteen, no matter how you say it, it is a little shabby. Of course, since ancient times, it is not much more expensive to lead soldiers, maybe those soldiers are all one as ten? No, one must be one for hundred...... Thousand.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he was at a loss, and decided to go to the house of Master Suraj to see his army, anyway, it was getting dark, and when he got there, it was almost time to start training, right? What did those mercenaries look like?

Zhang Bai found Brother Ma on the construction site, explained to him with his ear, and also gestured on the bow of the new ship for a long time, and Brother Ma said that he understood and reassured him. Zhang Bai raised his hand and patted Brother Ma on the shoulder, and left the construction site.

The training base of Suraj's house is underground, and it was originally a storage cellar, but this cellar is super large, which is completely in line with Suraj's identity, and it is indeed quite a trench. It was too spacious for a small partisan detachment of fifteen people.

Saying that it is a guerrilla is a bit underestimating these mercenaries. This group of people is all tall and mighty African black brothers, with a unified bronze spear, thick wooden round shield, copper helmet chain mail, and a short sword at the waist. Zhang Bai looked at it and thought that it could be regarded as a special forces unit.

What Nanhua taught them was not immortal methods, nor martial arts, but arrays and slogans. Zhang Bai understood that this was actually discipline training, and when fighting, it was very important for the team to have strict orders and forbidden, otherwise it would be easy to fail or even collapse. Moreover, the formation of Nanhua taught them to be very flexible, with two people back-to-back and three back-to-back formations. The fifteen people were divided into three groups, who took the lead, who covered, and who took over, everything was clearly organized, and all of them were tactics of fighting more with less.

Zhang Bai is very satisfied with this army, worthy of the two great gods of Nanhua and Suraj, and he has nothing to say.

The more he looked at it, the more energetic he became, and he didn't want to leave. It wasn't until late at night that Nanhua regained his consciousness and left, and Zhang Bai got out of the cellar. The servants of the Suraj Mansion knew that he was both a disciple of the god Sharama and a friend valued by the lord. asked him to rest for one night and leave tomorrow, Zhang Bai was also a little tired, so he agreed unceremoniously.

The next day, in the early morning in the Suraj mansion, the sound of devotional chanting could be heard.

Zhang Bai was woken up, he casually put on a coat and found the source of the sound in the courtyard.

The courtyard of Guishan is very different from the Chinese style, there is no winding path in the courtyard, a path, straight through the front and back, two flower beds on both sides, and all kinds of flowers are neatly arranged on the green grass. In the center of the two flower beds, there is a small fountain in each, which can be viewed and irrigated.

Zhang Bai followed the path to the local Ivan-style antechamber, and the sound of chanting came from a room on the left. As I got closer, the voice of the chanting was clearer than before, and it didn't look like a grown man, it looked like a child.

The door of the room was not closed, and he walked in search of sound, and looked in, and sure enough, he saw a little boy chanting loudly.

The child looked even smaller than himself, about ten years old. He was dressed in plain gray monk's robes, with a bald head, and his hands folded and he read the scriptures with a serious face. The expression is pious and solemn, and there is no naughty childlike appearance at all.

Zhang Bai didn't dare to disturb, and when he retreated, he saw a servant coming to him, he immediately stroked his chest and saluted, and asked in a low voice: "Excuse me, who is the little brother who recites the scriptures inside?" The servant recognized him and knew that he was the lord's honored guest, and replied respectfully: "What you are talking about must be my young master, the young master has been a monk since he was a child, and he has to chant the scriptures every day." But you disturbed the rest of your guests?"

Zhang Bai waved his hand, said with a smile that it was okay, and then asked: "How many sons does your master have? How can you be willing to let this young master become a monk?" The servant replied: "It was the young master himself who made a wish to become a monk, and the master only has one son, but I hope the young master is still vulgar!"

Zhang Bai suddenly asked casually, "Then what is your young master's name?"

"The young master is called the Sangha!"

......

At noon, Zhang Bai returned to the construction site, it was the end of May, and it had been two months since Master Suraj left Peshawar.

The South Asian sun was relentlessly blazing the ground, and a caravan of mules and horses came from the east, about fourteen or five horses, carrying goods through the construction sites along the Indus River.

There were more mules than people in this line, and they all walked in good spirits, as if the cargo was very light. Two young men in the lead walked in front of the team on tall horses, followed by four retinue-like men on horses, all of whom looked like Han Chinese.

They passed by the construction site, came to the river to rest and drink horses and replenish water, while smiling from time to time to look at the busy scene on the construction site, as if watching the excitement.

On the construction site, a strange-looking ship has finished painting and is about to be completed, this ship has a side, but no shipbuilding, the bow is not square or pointed, but inclined inward and downward, and the flat bottom has no keel, which is quite acceptable. The strangest thing was that there was a structure like human ribs on the hull, and it looked like there was a large pile of thick cloth inside.

At this time, a child and a middle-aged man in black pulled up a black flag, which was very large. The two of them each pulled a corner, their bodies were as light as swallows, jumped on the bow of the ship and hung down the flag, and under the black front of the flag was embroidered with white thread a skeleton and a crossed human bone pattern, above which was a huge Chinese character:

"Han!"