The heavy snow has not stopped, and the small businessmen in Blackwater City who have a lot of rice and firewood will naturally not go to the streets. The weather suddenly turned cold, and firewood and charcoal were all sought-after goods, which were first for the disposal of high-ranking officials and families, and second for sale by the people in the city.

Regardless of the Zoroastrian worship temple, which is a perennial hoarding of firewood for fire, or a master of magic like Wei Ye, it is much more difficult for ordinary people to buy firewood and charcoal than in the past, let alone these volunteer soldiers who have been temporarily stationed.

Because of the tradition of Liangzhou for nearly 40 years, the Qiang army, who has always had milk for his son, naturally does not have to worry about supply problems, and the little official in charge of the treasury has already prepared a large cart of charcoal to send it. As for the Han army, the two nostrils of the steward sprayed into the sky, and casually asked someone to bundle a few bundles of old wheat straw, there is no car, you can carry it yourself!

At the end, the little official with a hairpin on his head and a little charming looked like he made a special statement: "Don't get me wrong, these wheat straws are not for you to burn. The clothes are all tightly attached to the Qiang military, so you can make do with wheat straw for a few nights, anyway, you soldiers won't freeze to death this day!"

This temporary volunteer soldier, the Qiang army is more than 200, and the Han army is more than 200, who is the son of the Liangzhou officials who will make trouble with milk in the eyes, it is simply blind people can see it. In the face of such a situation, Han Jun Sima had no way to think of it, so he could only get back these musty wheat straws.

This Han army Sima surnamed Li, not very literate, even he can't tell what the name is, but there are a few words called "Wenhou". This is also a joke, this Li Sima has broad shoulders and a round waist, and he is very good at fighting, but he was born a big-bellied man, and he can't mix his belly when he contributes to the field, so he has to join the army. Speaking of Li Wenhou, I'm afraid that few people know, but when he calls this nickname "Li Daxiong", everyone knows it.

However, in addition to fighting, this Li Sima is not very good at other things, and in terms of playing scheming, he is not necessarily the opponent of Qiang Army Sima at all.

Even the position of this military Sima was promoted to him by Sima Amara of the Qiang Army.

Sima Amala of the Qiang army is the leader of the Qiang tribe of the first zero tribe of Zhengzheng Miaohong, and his ancestor was originally surnamed Beigong, but since he converted to Zoroastrianism, he changed his surname to Amara. This official is Dahaba. Kabil. Amara, in the Persian language, means the great gem city of the north. There was once a Shangguan who disliked this Hu name and was too embarrassed, and changed his Han name to Beigong Boyu to facilitate official writing, and he was not necessarily grateful to this Amara, but regarded it as a great shame in his life.

Amara has the capital to argue with his boss, and this team of 500 people is just a fraction of the Xianlingqiang tribe. Even the 200 or so Qiang soldiers were selected by Amara from the first Lingqiang, and being such a volunteer soldier was not so much greedy for that military salary, but all kinds of ordnance issued by the Han army - a leader of the Qiang army like him could even get a rhubarb crossbow!

Compared with the two, what is really is the mutton fat Bai Yutian against the pig's blood and red mud, and there is no one in the Han soldiers under the command of Li Daxiong who does not feel aggrieved, and no one does not feel depressed.

This time, the snowflakes were fluttering in the sky, and the wheat straw brought back by Li Daxiong was shaking and shaking in the wind. Even if it's a little bit of cold on the ground, let's deal with the past few days first!

There was no firewood in the fire pit, and the ground was covered with musty wheat straw, but it was at the Qiang army garrison on the side, the fire flickered, and all of them were the laughter and shouts of the Qiang soldiers.

Many people have hot eyes, but they can only swallow a few mouthfuls of saliva. Everyone eats on the knife edge, although the righteous soldiers are all dealing with horse thieves from Liangzhou to the countries of the Western Regions, whether there are people under their hands or not, how many have seen battles, but unfortunately everyone is not Qiang.

mixed up with this down-and-out part, even if they are resentful, they are powerless and can't make noise, so they can only wrap their clothes tighter, so as not to go away from the heat. If you are sick with frostbite, you have to ask for a prescription and prescribe medicine yourself, don't expect a penny from the public!

As for Li Daxiong himself, he can only find a shack that is not too crooked, squeeze his tall body into it, and don't think about how many calories can be provided by the two halves of fried beans in his stomach. In the autumn, when the soldiers ate food and had no place to store fat, as soon as the biological clock started, Li Daxiong's two eyelids fought, and his brain was even more unclear than usual.

I really can't live with this group of brothers, but it's a pity that my happy life in the past has now come to this point. But what can you do if you want money or money, or if you want food or not?

If there is anyone who is willing to show everyone a clear way, Li Wenhou will sell his life to him!

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Compared with the gloomy clouds on the side of the Han army, the situation here in the Qiang army is a noisy scene.

The leading figures of the Zoroastrian religion in Blackwater City, starting from the old man Imar ibn to the group of scripture leaders in the counties of Zhangye County, have all arrived. The sheep that were returned by Liu Chuang at the beginning finally came in handy now.

In the big tent, a roast sheep is bubbling with oil on the grill, exuding a burst of meat aroma. However, the two groups of people in the Great Tent, the Qiang officers led by Amara, and the Zoroastrian priests led by the old man Iben, did not pay attention to the roast sheep.

The old man Ibn slowly took a cup of warm milk and warmed it between his hands, and said without joy or sorrow on his face: "Amara, the youngest son of my distant brother, you are late. ”

Amara and his closest officers glanced at each other, and both felt as if they had drunk the wine, and their bodies were boiling hot. In the end, Amara's emotions were able to hold on, and he respectfully pressed his hand to his chest and saluted the old man Iben: "Uncle Ibn, when I hear your summons, as long as there is a man who is taller than the wheel, he will rush over with a knife and a bow and arrow......!"

His defense was interrupted by the old man Ibn raising his hand: "The bow and crossbow are not the key, the ancestors of the Qiang people did not wear the armor of the Han people, did not use the bow and crossbow of the Han people, and still fought with the Han people for so long!"

The old man said in a long tone as if possessed by the ancient spirits: "For a thousand or two thousand years, the Qiang people have been grazing here, not the Han people cultivating here. The emperor of the Han Dynasty led the Han army to press here like Qilian Mountain, so that the Qiang people were obedient and naturalized, and almost made the Qiang people believe that they were Han people. But now the opportunity has come, with the help of the gods, we have come across this opportunity, the opportunity to let the Han people lose this land forever...... Ladies and gentlemen, this opportunity is in our hands, and I will not allow you to let it be stolen by others!"

His gaze pierced through the tent and looked straight to the east, and there was only a dim cloud curtain in the sky, throwing endless snowflakes into the air, obscuring everyone's view and concealing the vast land as it was.