After dark.

The originally bustling Shioyama Mountains have been completely calmed.

Inside a small two-story wooden building in the barracks.

Yang Xian'an and Lou Daoyong sat opposite each other, and a table of dishes that were not particularly sumptuous was placed between the two.

Lou Daoyong put down the fast son in his hand and looked at Yang Xian'an, and asked, "Do you understand now?"

On the way here, Yang Xian'an once asked why he didn't choose the simpler and labor-saving seawater salt production, but chose salt mine salt production.

After Yang Xian'an saw the three thousand trapped camps, he already understood why this was so.

Yang Xian'an put down the fast son and said with a correct attitude: "I understand, it is to hide and train soldiers."

The entire Yanshan Mountain Range, regardless of the size of the peaks, belongs to the salt quota of the Jin Palace.

Without the nod of the Jin Palace, or the order of the imperial court, it would be difficult for even a county guard to enter the Yanshan Mountain Range.

As for the other people who trespassed into the ...... by mistake

The villages at the foot of the Salt Mountains are the best lookouts.

Even if someone hides the sentry in the village, it will be difficult to penetrate deep into the hinterland of the Yanshan Mountains.

None of them.

No matter the big road or the small road, there is Lou Daoyong's eyeliner sentry.

Trying to break in silently is even harder than climbing to the sky.

Lou Daoyong smiled when he heard this, and then said, "Tell me in detail about the deployment of this place, and why this place can hide and train troops."

Seeing that Lou Dao had the heart of the school examination forever, Yang Xianan did not panic.

After pondering for a while, he recounted his observations along the way.

After all, it is a person who has been in the border army, and what Yang Xian'an said is justified.

A moment later.

Lou Daoyong nodded slightly, and continued to ask, "If this place is discovered and the momentum is unturnable, what should the camp do?"

After pondering for more than ten moments, Yang Xian'an replied, "Donglai County is near the sea, if the momentum is unturnable, you should first capture the dock and borrow a boat to go to sea."

"After going to sea, temporarily find an isolated island to adjust the army."

"After that, he gave up all unnecessary goods, even weapons, and landed on the seashore in other counties in pieces."

"After landing, each of them hides and waits for the Lord to summon him."

Lou Daoyong nodded slightly, and then asked one question after another.

Overall, although Yang Xian'an's answer was flawed, the general idea was correct.

Lou Daoyong spent the middle of the night guiding Yang Xian'an to perfect his flawed strategy step by step.

Gradually, the night grew darker and darker.

Lou Daoyong slowly got up and said, "Okay, let's get here first today, it's not too early, it's time to rest."

Yang Xian'an hurriedly got up and saluted solemnly, "Thank you Uncle Yong for mentioning it."

Lou Daoyong walked to the windowsill, pushed open the window and looked out at the starry night sky.

I don't know how long later, just when Yang Xian'an was about to bow and retire again.

Lou Daoyong stared at the starry sky outside the window, and slowly said, "I am disabled and old, I am afraid that it will be difficult to accompany His Royal Highness as often as he did when he followed the general."

"There is a child named Zhao Shou by His Royal Highness's side, his father is the same as me, and he is also the general of the Zhao family."

"I saw that kid in Zongzheng Temple two years ago, quite an exciting child."

Lou Daoyong turned around slowly, and a kind smile gradually appeared on his hideous face.

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Lou Daoyong continued, "I have already read the letter that His Highness asked you to bring."

"His Royal Highness mentioned in the letter that after he has gained a firm foothold in the domain, he will send Zhao Shou here and I will train him."

"I have calculated that it will take at least two years to fully inherit my mantle."

"This also means that for at least two years, there is no one who really trusts His Highness to share his worries."

Lou Daoyong's voice

Fang Luo.

Yang Xian'an solemnly bowed his hand again and said, "Uncle Yong, rest assured, in the past two years, Xian'an has been the sixth master's general."

The old five families already have a relationship with Xu Yi that is both prosperous and lossy.

The stronger Xu Yi is, the stronger the old five families will be, and vice versa.

As for the two-year general, in Yang Xian'an's view, this is tantamount to a pie in the sky.

How could he refuse?

"Good, good." Lou Daoyong laughed and applauded.

Lou Daoyong slowly walked to Yang Xian'an's side, patted Yang Xian'an on the shoulder, and then advised, "It's not too early, rest early, Uncle Yong will arrange someone to send you out of the mountain tomorrow afternoon."

"Yes." Yang Xian'an said yes, and did not ask much why it was afternoon, not early morning.

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Nothing was said all night.

Around midnight the next day.

The sun has not yet risen in the east.

The drums of war were already ringing in the heart of the mountains.

After a while, the sound of marching in unison could be heard in the open space outside the barracks.

Yang Xian'an yawned, and then quickly climbed up from the bed.

After a brief wash, I walked out of the barracks directly.

At this time, the barracks was full of smoke blown by the breeze, bringing the aroma of food.

Outside the barracks, more than 3,000 soldiers formed one small military formation after another.

Countless small military formations were connected end to end, forming a huge long snake formation.

The sound of the uniform march came from the huge long snake formation.

Without waiting for Yang Xian'an to continue to observe, he was called by an entourage to the two-story small wooden building last night.

After arriving on the second floor, it was naturally another point of reference.

There is an old man in the family, if there is a treasure.

Some things can be learned from books, and some things must be passed on by word of mouth.

Although Lou Daoyong is disabled and can no longer fight, his experience of following the general to fight for years will never be forgotten.

And those experiences are undoubtedly extremely precious to Yang Xian'an.

Unconsciously, the sound of marching outside the small wooden building gradually stopped.

The attendant took the meal from the Firehead Army and knocked softly on the door.

"Let's eat first." Lou Daoyong looked at the door and said softly.

"Yes." Yang Xian'an agreed, then got up and walked to the door.

After taking the lunch box in the hands of the entourage, he walked briskly to Lou Daoyong's place.

Looking at that situation, it seems that he does not want to waste a single bit of time.

Lou Daoyong smiled, and slowly explained some experiences about the two armies during the war while eating.

A simple meal, the two of them ate for an hour or two.

Approaching noon, Lou Daoyong slowly got up and said, "Let's get here first, you can't chew too much."

Yang Xian'an laughed a few times, and then saluted solemnly, "Thank you Uncle Yong for your advice."

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Lou Daoyong smiled, then walked out of the room on the second floor, and said as he walked, "Let's go, I'll take you to see something."

"Yes." Yang Xian'an agreed, and then followed Lou Daoyong's footsteps out of the room.

After walking out of the two-story small wooden building, Lou Daoyong did not take Yang Xian'an to the school field where training was in full swing.

Instead, they walked towards the depths of the barracks.

Half a quarter of an hour later

A mouthful of pools of different sizes appeared in front of Yang Xian'an's eyes.

The pool was full of tung oil, and inside the tung oil were slender slices.

Soldiers with big shoulders and round waists kept salvaging soaking slender pieces from the pool.

The slender slices were charged with dried tung oil when even someone sent it aside to dry.

Yang Xian'an looked at the busy soldiers by the pool, and couldn't help but widen his eyes.

None of them.

The scene at this time is very similar to the scene described in ancient books when making a lance.

It is said to be an ancient book, but in fact it is only a book from two or three hundred years ago.

It is said that when Emperor Taizu fought for the world, he had an invincible cavalry with a lance.

It's a pity that the world gradually stabilized, and the lance-wielding cavalry gradually became useless.

Since then, there has been no formation of lance-wielding cavalry on the battlefield.

Even the lance has gradually become a treasure secretly collected by some families.

Later emperors did not think of making the lance a battlefield weapon back to the world.

Unfortunately, this kind of thinking is just a thought.

None of them.

For all, it takes at least three years to make a lance.

Second, the amount of money required to make the lance is too much.

Nothing else, the amount of wood needed for the lance alone is astronomical.

The wood used for the lance is topwood, which is extremely difficult to make for various reasons.

Often, it is not easy to have one of the hundreds of trees that has really become a mature tree.

And because of its scarcity and other factors, most of the Tuomu was collected by the family and merchants as soon as it was completed, and it was made into a variety of precious furniture.

In terms of prestige, Tuomu can be equal to red sandalwood.

It is precisely because of this that the folk have always had the saying that the south and the north are expanded.

If that's all, it's just that, but the yield of the lance is only three or four percent.

The cost is expensive, the process is cumbersome, and it takes at least three years, but the yield is only three or four percent.

The replacement of this weapon with a later spear was a foregone conclusion.

Yang Xian'an stared blankly at the pools of Tuomu slices in front of him, and the shocked expression on his face had frozen unconsciously.

Even if he wanted to break his head, he would never have thought that Xu Yi would have such great courage to let the lance-wielding cavalry reappear in the world.

It's been a long, long time.

Yang Xian'an turned to look at Lou Daoyong with difficulty, and asked, "Uncle Yong, is this making a lance?"

Lou Daoyong nodded slightly, and said slowly, "Not long after the winter solstice, I received a secret letter sent by His Royal Highness."

"These Tuomu have also been collected since then."

"His Royal Highness's original intention was to create a thousand horse lances at all costs."

As he spoke, Lou Daoyong sighed helplessly.

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Then he stretched out his hand and pointed to a large pit not far away.

In that big pit, there are countless broken and mutilated pieces of rubber.

Lou Daoyong sighed again: "It's a pity that this lance is extremely difficult to make, and now it has only been four months since it has been cracked by nearly half, and this is only cracked during the process of soaking."

Lou Daoyong paused his words and sighed several times, as if he wanted to spit out all the boredom in his heart.

Yang Xian'an looked at the pool soaked in tung oil and tuomu slices, and then looked at the big pit full of cracked slices.

For a while, I gradually understood why Lou Daoyong sighed one after another.

I better understand why there are few large-scale armed cavalry in all dynasties.

None of them.

That's the Tuomu strip is cracking, it's clearly the money bag is cracking.

Without an extremely strong heart and countless financial resources, who would dare to make a lance on a large scale?

Lou Daoyong sighed a few times, and finally adjusted.

Lou Daoyong's voice was slightly hoarse and said, "Now the tuomu slices in this pool, even if they are not damaged in the future, can only produce seven or eight hundred rods."

"If you are removing the unqualified lance, the real molded can have four hundred, and it is already God's blessing."

But for the remaining six months, none of the pieces of Tuomu were broken

Is it possible?

In the end, Xu Yi is very likely to invest all the income of snowflake salt in the past two years, but in the end he will get more than 100 lances.

Not even a hundred!

Lou Daoyong paused for a long time before he slowly spoke, "I brought you here today mainly for two things."

"First, all the timber and topwood of Donglai County and the surrounding counties are already here."

"On your way back, or when you are a merchant under your name, pay more attention to the news of Chengtim Takumu."

"Second, after going back to see His Royal Highness, tell His Highness about the matter here."

"If Your Highness insists on continuing to build the spear, then pass on the news of the finished wood you have collected to me."

"If His Royal Highness gives up on continuing to build on a large scale, then there is no need to reply."

As soon as the words fell, Lou Daoyong sighed heavily.

Without him, it's really distressing, God knows how much effort and financial resources he has invested in these levers.

Although the wealth belonged to Xu Yi, it ultimately flowed out of his hands.

It's good if it's a lot of gains, but it's ......

Yang Xian'an's face turned straight when he heard this, and he bowed deeply and said, "Uncle Yong, don't worry, after going back, I will tell the sixth master the real situation here as soon as possible."

Lou Dao nodded noncommittally, then waved his hand slightly and said, "Let's go, it's not too early, I'll send someone to send you out of the mountain."

"Yes." Yang Xian'an bowed again and agreed.

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I don't know how much time is in the mountains.

Yang Xian'an and the others overcame all the way, and finally arrived at a village in the outermost part of the Yanshan Mountain Range before the sky was completely dark.

Under the leadership of Lou Daoyong's entourage, Yang Xian'an found Jiang Ping's residence all the way unimpeded.

"Young Master Yang, this is the residence of your entourage, I won't disturb your rest, you can return early tomorrow morning." Lou Daoyong's entourage clenched his fists and said.

Yang Xian'an clasped his hands into fists and said, "There is Brother Laosun."

After a few brief greetings, Yang Xian'an pushed open the courtyard door and walked in.

As soon as Fang walked into the courtyard, Jiang Ping and others surrounded him.

"Let's talk about it in my room." Yang Xian'an waved his hand slightly, and then walked into a private house.

Inside the house.

The five members of the old five families gathered around and talked about the many things that had happened in the past two days.

The children who came to Donglai County with Yang Xian'an and others thousands of miles away have all been scattered and resettled in various villages around the Yanshan Mountain Range at this time.

In just two days, more than 5,000 children were properly accommodated.

This undoubtedly refreshed everyone's perception of Lou Daoyong again.

Yang Xian'an did not mention the situation in the hinterland of the mountain range to the crowd.

Instead, he focused on Lou Daoyong's mention of him.

And unreservedly shared all those extremely precious points with the other four.

As for the matter of trapping the camp and the horse lance, for some reason, Yang Xian'an never mentioned half a sentence from beginning to end.

The first emperor of the ages who came out of Zongzheng Temple.

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