Chapter Thirty-Three: Foreign Merchants Who Come to Explore

Mustang is a horse, of course!

All the horses in this world are the offspring of wild horses, they are beautiful and ostentatious, they play and chase in the grasslands in spring, flicker in the dead grass in autumn, they form herds, on the Gobi, on the glaciers, galloping in the wilderness, even the most fierce wolves dare not easily disturb their peace.

Moreover, when a herd of horses begins to degenerate after many years of breeding, the wrangler will banish the domesticated mare to the place where the wild horse herd is often found during the estrus period, and when the wild horse herd passes, those mares who are tied to the spot and cannot move have been ravaged by countless strong wild horses.

When the mare gives birth, the foal will become the new stallion in the herd and continue the success of the herd.

This kind of thing is not only done by the wranglers, but also by many remote tribes to their own people, sending women from the tribe to seduce wandering men and then come back after pregnancy, which is very common in the Western Regions.

There is nothing wrong with the saying that a wild horse is a horse, but to sell a wild horse as a war horse to someone else is a unconscionable thing.

The most advanced of horses is the war horse.

Warhorses need to be trained from the time they are foals, not only to train their endurance and speed to run, but also to train them to gradually adapt to the environment of the battlefield.

Adapt to the saddle, bridle, belly belt and other equipment, and the heavy cavalry horses also have to adapt to the vest they wear.

The most important thing is that a cavalryman wants to cooperate with his own war horse, and there is no other way than to stay together for a long time to cultivate feelings.

Therefore, it is not a soldier who rides a horse can be called cavalry, since King Zhao Wuling of Zhao State abandoned the chariot and began to ride and shoot, cavalry has always been the highest status in the army, and it is also the most expensive type of service.

An ordinary horse is only worth eight yuan in the Great Song Dynasty, and a well-trained war horse, even an old horse, is worth more than fifty yuan.

The value of a horse's training is much higher than the horse itself.

"If you succeed in doing this, it is estimated that you will not be able to marry Princess Song at all." Wei Chi Zhuozhuo was a little gloating.

Tie Xinyuan knocked his fist on his chest and said: "The Song people are fools, and the emperor is even more fools, they want everything, but they never understand what they need.

What I give them is what they need most. ”

"Including selling the mustangs to them as war horses?"

"Of course!"

"If I were the Emperor of the Great Song Dynasty, I would definitely cut off the head of you, a guy who is dedicated to my good!"

Tie Xinyuan looked at Wei Chi Zhuozhuo with contempt and said: "You idiot, be a good clerk for me, if you become the emperor, there will be chaos in one day, the people will be miserable in two days, and the heads will be cut off by the people in three days!" ”

"Humph!" Wei Chizhuo stomped his feet and left Tie Xinyuan's room.

Tie Xinyuan lay on the table and was ready to sleep for a while, he slept too late last night.

It's not normal for a person to have no friends, it's not normal for a group to have no companions, and of course, it doesn't seem appropriate for a country to have no allies.

Squinting his eyes at the map hanging on the wall, no matter how Tie Xinyuan looked, he couldn't find a race or country on the map that could exist as a friend.

"Could it be that Lao Tzu is destined to dominate the Gobi?"

With this dream, Tie Xinyuan slowly fell asleep.

After a war with a cloud, Tie Xinyuan, Tie Yi, Ah Da and others agreed that it was time to show the Qingxiang Valley in front of the world.

The Hami under construction alone is really not enough to make people believe that it is a group of very powerful people who control Hami.

Shang Jia is the most snobbish group of people in the world, they are used to surrendering to the strong and bullying the weak, if Qingxiang Valley does not show their muscles again, those proud caravans will disdain to stay in Hami.

One such merchant was Habibie, who had a large camel caravan of three hundred and twenty camels.

He has always looked down on the poor country of Hami.

There is nothing special here except for savages and robbers.

If it weren't for the fact that Hami was located on the main road of the Tianshan Mountains and stuck at the exit of the desert, he really couldn't avoid it, and he wouldn't have stayed in Hami for a while.

Because of Mahim's connections, his caravan was not harassed by any robbers in Hami.

If it weren't for the fact that the native city lord of Hami collected a bit of a heavy tax that left an indelible impression on him, he hoped that he would forget about that poor mountain as soon as he left Hami.

"Mahim, my brother, where is the heavenly place you are talking about? It can't be in this mountain, right? ”

Lying comfortably on the platform on the camel's back, Mahim said with a smile: "Habibie, my brother, there are the best dances in the Western Regions, the most beautiful women, the most mellow wines, the delicacies you have never tasted, and the beautiful clothes you have never seen.

There are even countless agate gemstones, but the one that impressed me the most was a treasure called glaze, which I still remember shining in the sun. ”

Habibi shook his head and said, "My brother Mahim, if it weren't for the fact that I knew you were an honest person, I would have thought that you were talking nonsense, and nonsense is not allowed by the gods." ”

Mahim rolled over with the bumpy footsteps of the camel and said, "Eighteen miles of winding mountain road, we are walking on it.

I need to keep my face exposed, or there will be countless feathered arrows shooting us all here.

See the stone hanging from the cliff? If someone pushes a little more force behind the boulder, the round boulder will roll down from the top of the hill and crush us down the concave winding trail. ”

"The gods are above, did the gods carry that boulder to the top of the mountain?" Habibie looked at the stone that shook when the wind blew it, and said in horror.

"These are all things I didn't have when I came here last year, and after two trips, the world has become confusing.

Habibie, give you all the respect you have when you meet the lord of this city, who is not only a Taliban, but also a wise man, the first and only student of the King of Wisdom.

Everything here belongs to him, including those beautiful women as angels, and if you look at them more, a berserk samurai will rush over and gouge out your eyes. ”

Habibie was taken aback and said, "Is it possible to say that he is more brutal and violent than the rabbis on the banks of the Euphrates?" ”

"The rabbi is nothing but a boorish madman, while the Taliban are well-read and courteous, and as long as you don't offend him, you'll have a wonderful memory in the City of Fragrance that you will never forget." ”

Habibie glanced at the slaves who were carrying stones to build the canal, and said with some concern: "As long as I don't associate with them, I'll be satisfied." ”

Habibie saw all the fortifications and all kinds of fortifications along the way, and he felt that Mahim was probably harming him, and was ready to send himself into this terrible military fortress and blackmail him.

After turning the bend of the mountain, a high blue-gray wall suddenly appeared in front of Habibie, this wall was so high that it even blocked the sun, and he had to look up to see the warriors patrolling the city.

The iron thorny gates stretched across the valley like a tiger's mouth, as if they were about to be devoured.

The gate was not opened, only a small door was opened, and even a small door was enough for the tall camel to walk in with its head held high.

Eight samurai in full armor stood outside the door with expressionless faces, looking coldly at Mahim, who was gradually approaching.

Mahim jumped down from the camel and said to the samurai led by him with a smile on his face, "I am Mahim, a friend of the castle lord, and I hope you can remember my face." ”

The warrior glanced at Mahim, motionless.

Mahim sighed again and took out a delicate silver medal from his bosom and gave it to the samurai, who took it and put it in a box, and watched the silver medal slowly fall into the box, then took out the silver medal and handed it to Mahim, and then flashed to the side, allowing Mahim to enter the city.

Habibie followed Mahim into the city wall with great trepidation, and behind the wall there was a thick wall that was not too high, and between the two walls there was an open space the size of three or four acres, where there was nothing but sand and gravel.

Two steep slopes leaned against the side of the ramparts, and samurai on horseback continued to climb the ramparts.

"Urn City!"

These two words suddenly drilled into Habibie's mind like lightning, and the defense means that did not exist in the western capital of Liao Kingdom actually appeared here.

In the Liao Kingdom of Nuoda, only Yanzhou City has such a thing.

It is said that the advantage of this structure is that once the enemy storms the gate, the soldiers standing on the high walls around it can completely destroy the enemy who rushes into the city without the enemy covering them, whether it is with feathered arrows, fierce fire oil, or even stones.

After seeing such an urn city, Habibie's uneasy heart became calm.

A man who owns such a majestic city will not look at his own possessions, and only large-scale trade can bring endless benefits to such a city.

After passing through the urn city, Habibie's mouth opened like a hippopotamus, and the bustling market in front of him made him completely forget where he was.

A young man in new clothes politely stroked Habibie's chest and said, "Guest from afar, can you allow me to find you a good barn for your livestock?"

It's not expensive, you only have to pay for five silver coins! ”

Habibie's head slammed as if it had exploded, and the last time he was greeted so politely by a small trader was in Nanjing, Liaoguo! (To be continued.) )