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Zheng Youmeng was happy in his heart, and naturally he didn't dare to be so ignorant, so he hurriedly said: "How dare the villain compare with his father, and if he can have a thirty percent share, he will already be satisfied!"

Wen Fei smiled slightly, and said: "Then there will be thirty percent!" It's just that this machine must be made as much as possible, and don't be stingy with those craftsmen." ”

Zheng Youmeng nodded again and again, and kept responding. The heart said that my Zheng family was able to catch up with Shang's father this time, it was simply a gathering of yin and virtue for ten lifetimes, and from then on, my Zheng family would be completely developed.

This time, the major merchants in the border areas jointly funded and went to the grassland outside the Saiwai to work for the army. It was very hard along the way, but many people didn't dare to come, and he Zheng Youmeng grabbed this most dangerous and difficult task, and now it finally paid off!

In fact, the Zheng family is indeed strong in yin and morality, which makes Wenda Heavenly Master tempted. Say this.

You must know that Zheng Youmeng swore angrily at that time. Wen Fei deliberately glanced at his qi, and saw that there was a blessing of yin virtue like a cloud on the top of his head, which represented that not only this person, but also the entire family was deeply rooted and did good deeds.

As long as you look at this qi machine, you can know that his person's goods should be as real as he himself said.

"The grasslands are rich and the products are abundant. Wen Fei smiled slightly: "Since the shopkeeper Zheng came with the army, he should not return empty-handed, but always bring some goods back." In our army, there are products from various tribes on the shore of the North Sea, and they will be given to Zheng Shopkeeper!"

Zheng Youmeng immediately surrendered his hand and said, "Thank you, Father Shang, it's just that this labor army is not funded by my family." Given by Shang's father, the villain naturally brought it back to the Great Song Dynasty and distributed it to each family. Let every family know the grace of Father!"

Wen Fei's eyes lit up again, and he realized more and more that Zheng Youmeng was a good person. He laughed, "Good!"

A cart of precious furs, carpets, camel hair, goatskin, gray squirrel skin, lynx skin, deer antler velvet, Cistanche of royal meat, Codonopsis, wolfberry, astragalus, black fungus, hair cabbage, deer fetus, musk, bear bile, otter, marmot skin, silverware......

These are all the things that are worshiped by the various departments of the grassland along the way, and there are more and more of them, and there are dozens of carts piled up.

Even Zheng Youmeng was stunned when he saw it, as long as these things were transported back, it could be said that they were even better than the things that they had come out of these merchants. It is many times more valuable.

Father Shang is so generous, it is really grateful! Even Zheng Youmeng never thought that this prairie would be far richer than he imagined.

"Yes, Father Shang!" Zheng Youmeng suddenly remembered something and felt that it was quite important. He said to the Heavenly Master of Wenda: "Now that locusts have taken off again in the north, I have been out of the jam all the way, and I have seen locusts infested in this Shuofang and other places!"

"Flying locusts?" the Shuo Fang in Zheng Youmeng's mouth roughly refers to the land of Inner Mongolia in the later generations. And this Mobei is about Outer Mongolia.

This is the name of the Celestial Master of Wenda for this newly conquered land. Marked on the map. Although this land is generally the territory of the Khitan Shangjing Road.

The land of Liao is vast and spans thousands of miles. Especially one Shangjing Dao, I'm afraid it will be bigger than the entire Great Song Dynasty.

It is almost from the Heilongjiang River in later generations to the west of the Altai Mountains, Inner and Outer Mongolia, and part of Liaodong. All the way to the Western Regions.

"The scale of the flying locusts is so large, and they have all already flown out of the Saiwai area?" He was originally going to go directly to Liaodong again, but at this time, he had to go back to the Great Song Dynasty first.

"Yes. The villains and others came out of Ganlong and other places, and all the locusts they saw along the way were generated!"

Great Celestial Master Wen took a deep breath, and a fierce color flashed in his eyes......

Imana Darotu looked rather wolf-like, and the whole person looked emaciated, pale and weak. After he was hit by the move of the Great Heavenly Master that day, he didn't expect that after so long, his injuries were not healed, but became more and more serious.

This made Imana Darotu even more terrifying, and almost without the slightest hesitation, he took his tribe with him. Fled the location.

They traveled all the way, and they suffered with all their strength. This civilization has already evolved to the point of half-farming and half-pastoralism.

It was the cities that Imanadarotu and Hokoarotu had built that could accommodate tens of thousands of people.

For hundreds of years, there will be no such large-scale and long-term migration force. Almost in just over a month, the population of the tribe has dropped by 30%.

It is no wonder that after the ancestors settled, they were no longer willing to move lightly. But there is no way, they have to find the legendary country of gold.

Others don't know, only the god of the sun is Hoko Arotu, and the god of the night of Immanadarotu knows. They were originally tribes of the Golden Country, and they migrated out to where they are now.

It is said that, in fact, each generation of the sun god and the night god has discovered that their power will be weaker than the next.

Rumor has it that this is why they left their holy place, the Lake of Gold. Only by sacrificing in the Lake of Gold again and drinking the water of the Lake of Gold can they restore their strength to their fullest strength.

Although this rumor has always existed, the sun god and the night god of the past generations have never returned.

The journey is long and dangerous. Second, in this place, they are already invincible, enough to rule the hundreds of thousands of people of the entire civilization, and they don't need any more powerful forces.

So, despite this saying that has been circulating among the sun god and the night god for hundreds of years. This is the first time that the Night God wants to return to the shores of the Golden Lake. Even if it weren't for the defeat of Wen Da Heavenly Master Qing Yì this time, he would not have been able to make up his mind.

"Tezcapolipoca, I want to thank you. Without you, I wouldn't have been able to make this decision. Return to the shores of the Lake of Gold. Don't worry, when I have recovered the power of the first generation of night gods, I will thank you again!"

Facing the direction of the single Mar volcano, Imana Darotu smiled cruelly. Hatred is the greatest strength that he has persevered until now.

However, before the cruel smile on his face fell, he heard the beating of the drums.

Then there were several screams, and the warriors of several tribes of the Night God were blackened, curled up and fell to the ground with convulsions.

"Damn, it's here again!" Imanadarotu roared, spear in his hand hurled at the canopy of a large tree.

The spear shot like a meteor deep into the canopy of the trees. Then I heard a scream. A Redspot man was pierced through the chest with a spear and fell.

I don't know when they've been embellished by these monkey-like guys. These guys are elusive, often appearing from unthinkable places and sneaking up on them.

To make matters worse, these guys have a poison blow arrow. A blow arrow as thin as a small hair can kill a strong and heroic warrior, and the death is equally horrific.

These monkey-like dwarfs even cut off the heads of these warriors. The next time they saw it, the head had dried and shrunk and turned into a trophy around their necks.

This was a great blow to the morale of the warriors of the Night God, and every time I shuddered at the thought that my head would even become like this after death. These guys are also said to eat human flesh.

They must all be devils, and the Wenda Heavenly Master who ordered them is naturally the devil among the devils, and it can be said that he is the demon king.

Imanadarotu hated him to the extreme, and if those Red Spotted people dared to stand in front of him, they would definitely be killed by him. But these guys are too cunning, and they always sneak up on them, and they refuse to fight them head-on.

Sure enough, after one of the Redspots was killed, the other Redspot warriors roared and retreated. Even the corpses of his own people were ignored.

Immanadarotu's face turned grim and he walked over. Killed two samurai with their own hands who had been poisoned by arrows, and no one was able to save them.

All those who have been hit by this poisoned arrow will continue to wail and spasm. It is not until the whole body convulses, and finally the head and feet meet and bend like a prawn, that it will die completely.

In Wenda Heavenly Master, this poison has long been regarded as a drug. It's just obvious that this toxicity is countless times more powerful than the traction poison, that is, strychnine.

Even Wen Da Tianshi almost suffered a big loss from this poisoned arrow several times, that is, his soldiers were hit by the arrow, and it was a little too late, and if he didn't have time to let Wen Da Tianshi rescue him, he would only die.

And more importantly, such a dead warrior rarely has a complete soul. The intense pain has already made people collapse on the verge of death.

In the words of Middle-earth, when a person dies, he does not spit out a breath in his chest, and turns into a ghost. That is, when people die, they have strong beliefs, feelings, hatred, and all kinds of hatred, which makes people unwilling.

Only such a dead person, with strong ideological support, can have a soul. Ordinary people linger on the sickbed, and before they die, they are already old and confused, and their souls are slowly leaving their bodies.

Not to mention the guy who died in such pain, it was even more that his spirit had collapsed before he died, and he didn't even have a chance to be a ghost.

Imana Darotu only vaguely knew this truth, and gritted his teeth with hatred. But there is no way to hold these guys. Along the way, almost half of the population they lost died at the hands of these Red Spotted Tribes.

He could only grit his teeth now and shout: "Keep going, don't stop!"

The people had to practice the orders of Immanadarottu, and although they were demoralized, they had to obey the orders and go on again.

The mountain road is rugged and not easy to walk. There are valley slopes everywhere, but the scenery is stunning. The sun shone obliquely, piercing through the clouds and emitting a golden glow.

However, no one has the heart to see such a beautiful scenery, and they just walk with their heads bored. All the way, driving the flock, the speed is even slower.