Crushed leaves.

The bell rang in the morning.

The square castle, which had just been bricked, was surrounded by four oak gates wrapped in iron plates that slowly opened at the same time.

Four suspension bridges were lowered at the same time.

Outside the west gate, a group of Hu merchants who had been waiting for a long time drove their camels, grovelled to greet the soldiers at the city gate, paid their entry tax, and then hurriedly entered the city gate.

Next, they will purchase the goods they need from a bunch of companies under Yang Feng's name, such as the salt company, the textile company, the fur company, the aquatic company, the ceramic company, etc., respectively, and then transport them to the south to Shiguo, to the west to Huoxun, to the north to the Turgish tribes, and even to the Grolu Hui and along the northern route of the Silk Road, bypassing the Aral Sea and the Caspian Sea, all the way to distant Europe, the first batch of porcelain produced by broken leaves, which was already placed in the tents of the nobles of the Khazar Khanate.

It was even passing through the Khazar Khanate and then into distant Byzantium.

Profit is motivation.

At this time, a caravan loaded with silk and tea on the north bank of the Chu River also stepped across the pontoon bridge on the river, along the main road of Sanhetu, to the north gate closest to them, which came from the interior, and the broken leaves were the commercial center of their trade with the Hu merchants of the Western Regions, and the east-west trade north of the Kalatau Mountains was completed in this city. Behind them is a group of herdsmen who drive cattle and sheep with carts pulling skins, they will use these things to exchange for salt, fruits, cotton, and even iron tools in the city of Broken Leaves, these are all Turkish people, at this time the Turks have stopped smelting iron, Broken Leaves can buy all the high-quality and cheap iron tools they want to buy, including knives, spears and arrows and even chain mail, in addition to the standard weapons of the Tang Army, especially cold forging armor and the like, other second-level weapons and equipment can be bought, in this case, who of them will smelt iron?

How difficult it is to smelt iron on the grasslands, not to mention that their iron tools are far inferior to those produced from broken leaves.

At least that's the case with the Turgish.

Outside the east gate of the broken leaves, a group of casual iron factory workers are talking and laughing towards the city gate, behind them in the iron factory, a series of hydraulic machinery is still running, the molten iron in the iron smelting blast furnace is still boiling, the small boat transporting ore docked at the wharf on the bank of the Chu River, a bag of ore loaded onto a four-wheeled carriage along the road of Sanhetu, slowly driving towards those blast furnaces......

This is a night shift worker.

Because of the climate, all hydraulic machinery cannot be used when the Chu River freezes in winter, so it is necessary to work as much as possible during the opening of the river.

In this way, night shifts are essential.

As for night lighting......

This is very simple, just drag a few big logs from the nearby primeval forest, pile up pine resin and burn it, at this time, the primeval forests of the Kyrgyz Mountains in the south of the broken leaves have been scourged to the same extent as the forest of the mad tree man in the Lord of the Rings, whether it is iron smelting, or heating bricks and ceramics are charcoal, the lack of charcoal is seriously restricting the development here, fortunately, there will be no tree people here to kill and pick up big stones to smash everywhere, but Yang Feng also needs to pay attention to the harm caused by environmental damage, Obviously, coalification is imminent, but there are a few small coal mines on the shore of this hot sea, but unfortunately all of them are underground, so this issue has to be discussed again.

At the south gate of Broken Leaves, a large group of bearded girls and hundreds of newly arrived exiles were walking out of the city gate laughing and laughing.

Their destinations are orchards and farmland.

Harvest time has arrived.

In the south of Broken Leaf City, relying on the streams coming down from the mountains, countless fruits, vegetables and crops are planted, wheat, soybeans, grapes, apples, courgettes, it can be said that Yang Feng can find crops in the Western Regions are here, and these crops and their products are also becoming the favorite of those herdsmen around, and the scene of the harvest is even his own emotion.

"This is the land of paradise!"

On the city wall of the South Gate of Broken Leaves, he looked at the harvest farmland that stretched at the foot of the snow-capped mountains and forests in the golden autumn festival and sighed.

At the same time, all the gates, both in and out, took refuge as fast as they could to the side of the road, and then with the thunderous sound of horses' hooves, bands of cavalry rushed out and galloped in all directions.

These cavalrymen are all full sets of gorgeous Mingguang armor, each with a horse, the most majestic Dawan horse under the crotch, and even the war horse is wearing a full set of iron armor, Aomorimori's cold-forged armor flows like water in the sun, and in the autumn wilderness like a stream of metal converges in front of him. In this way, a thousand mounted cavalry were arranged in front of him in less than a quarter of an hour, which was the strongest attack force in this era, indestructible armor, weapons of refined steel, war horses with the strongest sprinting performance, and elite soldiers after a hundred battles, all of which together formed Yang Feng's iron fist.

Heavy cavalry battalion.

Two battalions of heavy cavalry.

In fact, there were more than two, Xu Hui, who stayed behind to guard Broken Leaves, took three thousand defenders and those bearded women, and in addition to harming the Grolu people, it took more than a year to armor all the defenders with bright light.

Anyway, guarding the iron mine, there is a full set of iron and steel industry, nothing to do non-stop building, because of the large use of hydraulic machinery, as well as the manufacturing process of the assembly line, they make armor very fast, in fact, in more than a year, the iron factory of Broken Leaf has produced a total of 5,000 sets of Mingguang armor, and the other 2,000 were bought by Cheng Qianli for 500 sets, and the remaining 1,500 sets were all bought by the Anxi army guarding everywhere......

Their bows and arrows are useless at all.

Of the 1,000 Bright Light Armor warriors, only three were stoned to death, and none of the others were injured by swords and arrows.

And Yang Feng has three thousand such elites.

Not only the armor, these people's weapons are also the best, horses, horizontal swords, strong bows, war hammers are all standard equipment, one set for each soldier, in addition to spare infantry weapons, magic arm bows, Mo knives, large vehicle crossbows, and even field defense Wugang vehicles have.

"Yes, you haven't been wasted during the time I've been away!"

Yang Feng said with satisfaction.

This rally speed is okay.

Not all of these cavalry rushed out of the south gate, although there was a three-way dirt road around the city, and they could complete the emergency assembly in less than half an hour, which was also qualified.

"General, brothers are in a hurry!"

Xu Hui beside him said with a smile.

At this time, on the road stretching west of the city, a long dragon of dust approached rapidly, and soon the torrent of countless nomadic cavalry appeared in Yang Feng's field of vision, although they were all light cavalry, at most they were chain mail and armor, and even many had no armor at all, but the huge numerical advantage still made this cavalry full of momentum. They began to slow down three miles away from the broken leaves, and then continued to move forward until they reached the left side of the Tang army, only then did they stop, and one by one the generals came out of the ranks, dismounted and walked to the city gate, and without hesitation, they knelt down and kowtowed to the ground in fear as if worshiping a god.

"Get up, you're doing a good job, you're all worthy of our friendship!"

Yang Feng said while holding on to the arrow stack.

In the past year or so, all the miscellaneous beards around Broken Leaf, no matter which family they belonged to in the past, all respected Broken Leaf's order, and asked their men to help repair the city wall, so they sent people and asked them to go to the Grolu people to burn and loot together, and they did not hesitate to ride their horses and follow, in short, they worked hard to serve the Broken Leaf Tang Army.

was mainly frightened by Yang Feng's non-human horror performance back then.

None of them dared to betray him.

His palm, which had silently sunk into the head of the Great Eater, weighed down on the minds of all the Miscellaneous Chiefs like a nightmare, and any attempt to betray him disappeared in an instant under this palm.

And they've paid off, too.

Their loyalty is rewarded with tangible benefits.

They went to the Grolu people to burn and loot so that they got countless cattle and sheep slaves, these slaves sold to the broken leaves for money, and these money bought countless good things from the broken leaves at the lowest price, they wore silk underwear purchased from the broken leaves, and wore cotton robes produced by broken leaves, and then covered with chain mail produced by broken leaves, and held steel knives produced by broken leaves in their hands, and ate mutton with salt and spices boiled in iron pots produced by broken leaves, drinking tea or wine produced by broken leaves in porcelain cups produced by broken leaves, and eating apples and salted fish produced by broken leavesSuch a life is almost like a dream.

Occasionally riding a horse to broken leaves, spending money to order a table of stir-fried vegetables in a restaurant, eating a beautiful meal, and then going to a brothel to enjoy a handful has become the ultimate dream of these miscellaneous beards.

Coerce them with threat, and induce them to benefit.

Yang Feng is like Huang Taiji subdued the Mongols, turning these miscellaneous hus around him into his loyal lackeys, when the assembly order he personally issued was sent by messenger to the various ministries, these chiefs did not hesitate to gather the warriors of the tribe, with their own weapons and dried meat, and rode their own war horses to come, ready to fight for this Tang general!

"Since you are my friends, you are also my brothers, and since you are my brothers, then you will all have my surname in the future!"

Then Yang Feng shouted.

Next to him, Xu Hui looked at him with an expression on his jaw dropping to the ground.

Is this to give a surname?

But giving these Hu people surnames, isn't that what the emperor can do?

"Are you willing to change your surname to Yang?"

Yang Feng shouted below.

The chiefs were stunned for a moment, but then one of them suddenly climbed forward two steps, and then shouted excitedly: "Turkic lowly Luo Zhuo wishes to be the general's brother forever, please give the brother another name!" ”

"Then you can call Yang Yongxin!"

Yang Feng said with a smile.

"Yang Yongxin thanks to his brother for his name!"

The Turkic chieftain, who was clearly more than a circle larger than him, shouted excitedly.

"Please give my brother a name!"

……

There was a chaotic shout behind him, and those miscellaneous chieftains climbed forward one after another, just like the people of a certain country seeing their sun, crying and shouting and stretching out their hands to Yang Feng.

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