Before Zhang Kuohai in the south made a move, Feng Tao accepted his fate and solved a fight without blood.

Zhang Tao also entered the field smoothly, but the money was temporarily detained by the Guangwu Army for a few days, and it was not hurt to him.

In the north, it's even bloodier.

The yellow sand is rolling, the iron hooves are roaring, and the three hundred Jurchen elite cavalry are prancing Madazhou, holding a short bow in their hands, and their right hands are drawing feather arrows from their waists at any time.

The Jurchens who came out of the white mountains and black waters never thought of returning home alive, and killing was the only thing they needed to do in this life.

There is no reason to follow the head wolf.

The red wolf was their head.

"Our Tribe must not lose this one!" Chizhan suddenly roared in his heart and rushed forward with the people.

The more than twenty carriages lined up in a long line, and the Jurchens who took the lead had already taken out their scimitars.

"Chizhan Tu, are you crazy?" The Jurchen people who took the lead obviously knew the red thum, and turned around to stare at the red eyes.

The leader of the red lamp did not care about those, and drew out a very short feather arrow like lightning in his right hand, and instantly shot an arrow with a bow, and the speed of the arrow was so fast that it was difficult to see with the naked eye.

"Ahhh

A few screams resounded throughout the battlefield, three hundred people were skilled in cavalry and shooting, and they didn't get close to others at all, relying on this short bow and short arrow, dozens of Jurchen cavalry who were attacked died in an instant.

There were only more than forty Jurchen cavalry, and in less than a quarter of an hour, they were killed by the Chizhan Raid, and they were driven away, leaving only corpses everywhere.

More than a hundred thinly dressed slaves shivered around the twenty-odd wagons.

"The dog cubs of the Baldan tribe, do you think that my Chizhan tribe is easy to bully? Dare to plot against me. Trihan suddenly walked to the front carriage and lifted the front box.

"Bang dang!"

A greasy stench hit the chest, the carriage shook, and the "clanging" of copper coins reached my ears.

Chi Zhan Tu's heart was even more angry: "Son of a dog, you really dare to transport so many Yongning Tongbao, you want to harm your grandfather and me, fortunately, I have already gotten the news." ”

Buckled the box shut, and Chizhan suddenly swept over the slaves kneeling on the ground: "In the future, you will be the slaves of my Chizhan tribe, the ones in front of you, go to clean the battlefield, and the others quickly pack up their things and prepare for the road!" ”

At the sound of an order, none of the more than 100 slaves resisted, as if they had not seen so many dead people.

The people behind honestly packed up the truck and set off again.

More than thirty people listened to the order to rip off the last piece of cloth from their former allegiance to their master on the battlefield and put it on top of the cart.

They are indifferent like the walking dead, without any soul.

Chizhan Tu arranged for ten men to take them to the field, and then took the cavalry of the Chizhan tribe to intercept and kill other caravans that might be carrying Yongning Tongbao.

For four days, the Chizhan tribe became a nightmare for Dazhou, and even the garrison of Dazhou did not dare to provoke them.

It's like a bunch of red-eyed madmen.

From this day on, he didn't dare to put boxes on the carriage, for fear that the madman Chizhantu would think it was Yongning Tongbao.

Killing until the last day.

……

The day of the 22nd is also the day of the delivery of the first batch of goods in the field.

In the entire Dazhou field, there are people who want things and wait in the field early.

Dazhou Rongchang has long been full of people, and the trading tent has become the most lively place.

Eight hundred wagons were unloaded, and three thousand guards were waiting outside the yard.

Big bowls of tea, roast beef, Dazhou's pancakes, Xiangzhou's steamed buns, a market around the field is emerging.

Here, both the Xiangzhou and the Dazhou people have stopped fighting by default, and a stall selling barbecue may be filled with Xiangzhou swordsmen and Dazhou merchants at the same time.

The two of them didn't speak, waiting for the boss to bring their respective meals.

In the west of the field, where the gate is facing away, tents or stalls without tents are set up here.

The swordsmen in Xiangzhou were bold, and they got together to open the burden and spread it on the ground, and then began to do small business.

The delicate porcelain of the south, the copper hairpin, the jade buckle, the spices of the Western Regions, the tea of the Lingnan, and even some people risked killing their heads and brought a little bit of snowflake salt over.

Sea salt is abundant in the north, but not only is it not delicious, but a lot of sea salt can eat dead people.

The land of the Jin Kingdom was more of a conquest and never rested.

The Kang Dynasty's self-cherishing of technology was still relatively serious, resulting in the extremely weak industry of the Jin Kingdom.

This also makes the price of snowflake salt high.

These swordsmen lick blood from the knife edge, and they all have some illegal things, as long as they don't enter the field, no one will check if they come and go.

Guangwu Jun didn't bother to care about this catty and a half catty of salt.

I saw the swordsmen in Xiangzhou setting up stalls, and in less than a quarter of an hour, everything was sold, and then they gave way to the other swordsmen to buy things here.

On the contrary, the things brought by the people of the Jin Kingdom were all taken by the leaders of the tribe to be traded together, and they only had copper coins in their pockets, and only consumption remained.

Business is booming outside, and goods are constantly being traded.

There was also a lot of noise inside, as if a fight was about to start.

On the trading floor of Dazhou, a group of people looked at the sign hanging in front of them and discussed with each other.

Two Jurchens in mink coats stood at the front, looking at the price tag and hating the root of their teeth.

"Chizhantu is simply a scourge, in Dazhou all the cars with Yongning Tongbao have been stopped, now which of us has Yongning Tongbao in his hands? They all have to be exchanged with that money bank that eats people and doesn't see bones! ”

"The money has been made by the bank, and the owner of the goods can't make money, and we have spent more money on what we bought."

"Bastard, this Kang Dynasty people are really treacherous, and they got a money bank, are they here to harm us?"

They complained vigorously, looking at the price hanging on it, it was not pleasing to the eye.

Shang Fu, who was behind the counter, listened to their chat and sneered secretly.

This money village is not so easy to do, from Xiangzhou to transport money to the field, but also to help people take care of, clean up, store so much money, the last penny does not make money, ordinary people have long lost money.

Several businessmen in Dazhou are probably also thinking crookedly.

But he didn't say much, just stared at the goods that were constantly bidding.

Several of the big businessmen around were a little dry-mouthed.

is different from those who join in the fun, they all made a big deal to shoot Kang Chao's goods.

Except for the candle and the soap horn, nothing else is limited to the currency in which it can be traded.

Whether it is Yongning Tongbao, Jinguo Tongbao, or even silver, gold can be collected.

As a result, more and more people are involved in trading.

Looking at this constantly beating price, their hearts are also constantly beating.

"Tea 50 taels of silver, a thousand catties! Whoever gave me a price increase came, stand up! Suddenly, the Jurchen merchant standing in the crowd shouted.

Others don't bother to pay attention to him at all, there are simply too many such people day by day.

But some people were angry: "Whoever bids for my 300 pieces of porcelain from Jingdezhen Liu Ji Workshop, don't let me catch it, he will bully an honest person like me, if you have the ability, you can shoot candles!" ”

At this voice, the people around him didn't even dare to speak, and the candle was about to become a forbidden word in Dazhou.

Suddenly, a rough howl came from outside the tent: "Who dares to shoot my candle?" ”

There was a bit of madness in his voice.

A huge figure came in from outside, with blood flowing from his clothes and body, exuding a strong smell of blood.

The two eyes were red like the bloody eyes of a demon, and the whole person seemed to be a demon crawling out of hell.

Hideous and terrifying!