With the last hope of survival, Fan Lie mustered up the greatest courage and shouted loudly in his mouth to those noble bald heads:

"Rich lords, be kind enough to buy me, that I will be able to graze the fattest flock for you with only the least amount of food every day."

But it's a pity, because of the other party's blank expression, he obviously can't understand the Wusun words shouted out of his mouth.

When Fan Lie planned to change to other languages he knew, such as Chinese and Cypriot, he would try his luck again.

A stick behind him slammed him in the back, knocking him to the ground and extinguishing all his efforts to survive.

Then, he could see the steward of Han'er's master, greeted him with a big smile on his face.

It looked like a shepherd dog flattering its master.

Seeing this, a bald warrior at the head raised his head high and ignored the smiling face of the steward, and actually asked in a Chinese dialect in his mouth:

"Hear clearly、I don't want to talk nonsense a second time

We're going to buy the strongest slaves, and we're going to have craftsmen who can craft weapons and armor; Don't ask me about the price, money is not a problem at all, as long as you want to meet my requirements. ”

After hearing the Chinese words in the bald head's mouth, Fan Lie's heart suddenly felt some intimacy in his heart.

Because he is a native of Pishan, he has the same blood as the Han people in front of him.

Since he was a child, he was told by his parents that they were not Hu people, but Zhou people.

Hundreds of years ago, because of the need to avoid a powerful leader called King Zhou Hui, he fled all the way from the Central Plains to the Western Regions and established the Kingdom of Pishan.

In the Central Plains, there is no white plague and there are not so many bandits.

It was only with an inexplicable sense of closeness in his heart that Fan Hunt could say something in his mouth, and the warrior behind him whipped down with a stick, so that he couldn't disturb these nobles.

What's more, after understanding the words of these Han people, his last glimmer of hope was also cut off.

Because these people didn't intend to have a shepherd slave at all, they all wanted warriors......

In the time that followed, the shepherd slave, whose heart seemed to have died one step ahead of his body, and Fan Hunt, who was lying on the ground like a dead dog, watched the steward entertain these rich guests with the greatest enthusiasm.

All the strong slaves were taken out and left to their choice.

In the end, the bald men actually bought a total of 31 slaves.

What's even more amazing is that when it was time to pay, a white and chubby bald head took out a bead from his pocket that was purer than the best gem and extremely round.

And is such a bead enough for 31 strong slaves?

Of course it is, when the steward saw the beads, the excited look on his face seemed to even kneel down and kiss the white chubby and bald boots.

But all of the above has nothing to do with his hunting.

But just when he was most desperate, the white-haired woman he thought was a maid, no! It should be the goddess, who first snatched the beads from the hands of the white fat bald head.

Then he walked over and asked Fan Lie, "Do you speak Chinese?" ”

"Yes, I can speak Chinese, and I can also speak Wusun and Cypriot dialects, some Xiongnu ha~"

Fan Lie, who felt a little hope of survival, shouted out such an answer in an excited voice almost like a roar.

Hearing this, the white-haired goddess just nodded.

Then, holding the precious bead in one hand and pointing at Fan Hunt, a waste-like shepherd slave with the other, he said to the steward:

"This slave is a gift to us, right?"

"Absolutely, distinguished guests."

In his head, he was thinking that if he could be qualified enough to be set in the lord of Khotan, the crown jewel would be handed over.

The steward of how he should be rewarded by the master of Han'er agreed without hesitation.

It feels like being in the modern plane, and after buying half a fan of pork, asking the boss for a worthless pig lung is not called a thing at all......

******

The group of bald heads who appeared in the capital of Khotan, the Nuli Bazaar in Xicheng, and a white-haired maid, no! A group of priestesses.

There is no doubt that it is naturally Yang Dongli them.

After entering the city, he only asked where there were slaves for sale in the city, and he immediately ran over in a hurry, and did not even do anything to find a place to improve the food and wash up the dust.

Why are they here, and in such a hurry?

Of course, it is also for a series of follow-up plans, and we need to seize the time to act.

Saying! How to pull up a team with at least a few hundred people in a limited period of few months, and let them have a certain amount of combat power that can come in handy in subsequent missions?

When I was in Shanshanguo, in the initial discussion of Hu Biao and others.

It was unanimously agreed that if we recruited troops step by step, there would be no way to do it, and it would not be in line with the actual situation in the Western Regions at all.

Now, or a thousand years later, the Western Regions is still a chaotic place.

Just like the Central Plains, the banner of recruiting soldiers was erected, and then people were asked to serve as soldiers and eat food, which is simply not realistic at all; Before you even grow stronger, you'll be targeted and destroyed.

And like the kind of later generations that first emancipate the mind, and then form an army of poor masses?

Not to mention that it takes a lot of time to do this, and some of the related thoughts are not dared to be released at all.

Why? Only future generations will know how terrifying these thoughts are.

To put it mildly, it is not possible to make the history of this planet change beyond recognition for the next two thousand years, and they dare not bet on the changes that have occurred.

This may not be the best, but a relatively practical plan is developed.

The plan to buy a small number of slaves, train them and build a basic team at the same time, and then expand the scale was unanimously approved.

Even if this is done, there is still a certain danger of being used.

However, Yang Dongli patted his chest and assured that as long as the initial number of people was controlled at a certain number, then there would be nothing at all.

So, there was such a scene.

It can be said that everything is in their plan, and the implementation is relatively smooth.

If there was any accident during the period, it was the brains of a group of old men who had been burned once by the fire, and now there is no hair stubble and eyebrows at all, as if they have been cut off.

Fortunately, such a thing does not affect the combat effectiveness at all, but it is quite cool in the current season in the Western Regions.

As for Ah Li's sudden opening of his mouth, the reason why the slave traders took the thin slave as a partner is also simple.

That's because in the future, they need to solve the problem of internal communication.

No way! In these years, there are too many tribes and Hu people in the Western Regions, and the languages spoken before each other are strange.

And in order to control them in the future, the slaves purchased cannot be people from one tribe, only one point from each tribe, so that they cannot work together.

Among the ten people left behind by Yang Dongli, that is, some of the Uyghur languages belonging to the Altaic language family with the current Xiongnu language, cannot solve the fundamental problem.

So it's very necessary that there are some interpreters in the team.

Since this kid knows several languages, then bring it with him, and it won't be bad for his bite......

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