Wei Yang sat on the horse's back and led the army forward.

Wherever he passed, Hu Chief bowed his head, and no one dared to look up.

But Wei Yang is very polite to ordinary herdsmen.

Zezhuo was an old herder in his 60s. His ancestors were Us Tibetans. He arrived in the Western Regions when he passed on merit. As a follower of the people who passed on merit, Zezhuo's ancestors were lost to his master during a rebellion in the Chagatai Khanate, so they stayed in the Western Regions for a long time. Now they only have a little Us Tibetan in their name, and the rest almost disappeared.

After the hard work of his ancestors, she accumulated Zezhuo's generation. She owned two tents, seventeen or eighteen cattle and sheep, and a few horses. Her husband entered her tent. But Mansuer's father believed that the herdsmen had become a family and should pay taxes. Only two or three of the 17 or eighteen cattle and sheep were left. When Mansuer became a khan, especially in the year when he attacked Hami, the herdsmen of the Chagatai tribes suffered, and more than ten cattle and sheep that Zezhuo had managed were taken away again.

Even her tent was collected as military capital. To this day, Zezhuo's two sons, two daughters, and seven or eight descendants, and the family was crowded in a house made of sheep dung and turf. This time the Western Army was going to sweep the grassland. Zezhuo thought that a good life was coming, so he took the family to wait on the roadside early. She wanted to meet the caravans who would give them money every time they passed by and eat, and use some cow dung as fuel.

She held the wheel she had never dared to take out for years, stood in the snow with her neck shrank, and watched a fierce cavalry unit in front of her arrive.

The two sons and two sons-in-law shrank a little in fear.

"Don't be afraid, they are good people." Zezhuo's mouth trembled a few times, and he pulled the little grandson who was snuggling to her, and turned the wheel.

The cavalry troops passed, but behind them, two other cavalry troops appeared, both wearing a particularly red red flag with a Chinese character on it.

Like Zezhuo, I wanted to see the commotion of the herdsmen of Beiting Hou.

Why did they appear behind them?

A very kind cavalry general rode his horse from the east. He waved his whip and carried a shining sword, scolding the nobles who were kneeling on the roadside to retreat.

But his whip did not dare to fall on the poor.

"Everyone retreat a little bit, the emperor wants to come over, please retreat a little bit." The general gently coaxed the herdsmen.

The herdsmen felt a little calmer.

An old herder wrapped in a sheepskin, everyone called him Darcy, and he could speak a few Chinese words.

Darcy raised his neck and asked, "Why should the whip of the eagle-like general appear behind us like a greedy jackal?"

The general patted a red tassel on his chest and smiled and said, "Don't worry, old man, these people were not coming to everyone. It's too cold outside. You go back to your own home. There are also some troops carrying supplies. They brought you iron pots, grain and sour wine, and cotton cloth for building tents. Oh, by the way, there are iron stoves suitable for you to use, burn cow dung. If you think it is useful, you can take them back and try them first. What is the price? A caravan you are familiar with will come to talk to you later."

Darcy said in surprise: "Can you take it back first without spending money?"

The general said: "We are all poor people, easy-to-use treasures. The poor people should use them first. If they are easy to use, we can use labor to offset the price when there is no money. We also need to build roads, military stations along the way, inns, and a medical center in each village. These are all required by the poor people to help build. At that time, not only labor can offset the price of the items you used first, but the army will also give you money."

Darcy turned around and introduced it in the inexperienced Chaga Taiwanese dialect, and the crowd was a little turbulent. There has never been such an army in ancient times.

Zezhuo carefully squeezed over and asked, "Mr. General, we have already understood your kindness from the merchants, but if you want to recruit soldiers, will you pull the herdsmen away from the tent?"

The general said strangely: "If our Western Army recruits soldiers, do we use dragging and pulling them?"

As soon as the army was announced, the registration locations for several cities were crowded with people. The established herdsmen were moving closer to the city, and even disrupted the original herdsmen tribe. They drove cattle and sheep to join the army on horseback. Where to use force enlistment, it was not allowed by the policy.

Zezhuo pursed his shriveled lips and bravely called his two sons and two sons-in-law, pointed at their legs and accused him: "General, they were the legs that were broken by themselves when Mansuer was recruiting troops because they didn't want to fight with the Western Army. We don't want to fight, we want to grazle cattle and sheep."

The general was silent for a long time: "When is the poor always at the most disadvantage."

At this moment, dozens of cavalry rushed up from behind. They came to the crowd and were happy when they looked carefully. A guy of seventeen or eighteen years old opened his face and waved: "Dawa, why are you still here? Didn't you agree to join the army together?"

The herdsmen were all shocked.

Zezhuo said in surprise: "Aren't you Burigoud, the young grandson of the old Sorongcuo family?"

"Oh, old Zezhuo," the young soldier jumped off his horse, smiled and saw it with a chest caress, and laughed, "Yes, Old Zoro demolished his own tent and took us to join the army. The day before yesterday, we joined the Western Army, and now we are the messengers who convey messages back and forth."

This made Zezhuo not understand.

"Old Ma Zezhuo, our Western Army is different from Mansuer's army. You can't spend money to join the Western Army. The army also has to pay a settlement fee to those who join the army, and you can get a monthly salary." Burigude smiled and said, "Okay, we have to go ahead to find out if there is anyone who avenges the mansuer? Old Ma, go back quickly. If the general knows that you are freezing outside, we will be punished."

Then he jumped onto the back of the horse and whistled and rushed the horse away.

The herdsmen were dumbfounded. Will the boy from the old Sorongcuo family be so happy. He would be singing a day when he rode his horse to the cold?

"The heaven of immortality is above. Can a boy like Burigude actually see a general who is like a child of immortality?" Zezhuo's hand turned a few more times.

"I want to see him, I'm not afraid of the cold." Zezhuo stubbornly rejected the kindness of General Junquan's return.

She just wanted to ask, since ancient times, the country that the nobles have been conquered by the nobles have to give benefits to the nobles, but why did the country that the Western Army conquered has to give so many benefits to the poor?

If it is really good to the poor, let the poor eat and wear warmly...

The old mother touched a piece of sheepskin sewn in her sleeve. If that were the case, she was willing to give the Tianshan map maps that her ancestors had mapped with their lives from generation to generation to such a large army.

Waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting for noon, the nobles who stood in the snow for a while trembling for a while, kneeling down.

A loud and red horizontal line appeared in the sky, just like the golden light before the sun was about to leaps high.

The herdsmen were slightly uproar.

In a moment, the red line leaped hard, like the colorful clouds in winter, instantly rendering half of the sky.

"It seems like the sun is rising!" Old Darcy exclaimed.
Chapter completed!