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Chapter 593: Wei Ming's swordsmanship is invincible!

Among the fifty cavalrymen who followed Wang Hou, there were even old soldiers from Funiu Mountain, and a hundred or so soldiers were also recruited from Qingzhou. After following Wang Hou for so long, it was the first time I saw my lord take action. Seeing Wang Hou squatting like an athlete, a group of soldiers stared with bated breath, their hearts almost stopped beating.

The most nervous person here is Zhao Yun. As a warrior, Zhao Yun also knows the arrogance of a warrior. He originally made meritorious service, but was framed by Wang Hou and sent to prison. This Wang Shuang, who had never fought with him before, was suffocating in his heart. I definitely want to vent, so there is this gun appointment!
Of course, if Wang Shuang didn't want to die and wanted to hang around, he would definitely not kill Wang Hou with a single shot, or even wound him!Only the power of this spear will test Wang Hou's courage!
but!All of this is based on empirical estimates, just in case!Wang Shuang doesn't want to live anymore!

Seeing the chattering finished warming up, Wang Hou drew out the Qingfeng sword that he carried with him to pretend to be aggressive, but he hadn't even killed a chicken with a buzzing sound, and squatted down, setting up his formation.

On the opposite side, the right hand is holding the spear alone, but now Wang Shuang looks bloated. Wang Hou agreed to take the spear, but there was a condition that he had to wear two layers of plate armor. The shell covered his body, making his already strong body even more upright.

In full view of everyone, he suddenly exhaled, holding the spear with one hand, and made a half-circle in mid-air. By turning around, he held the spear with both hands, and shot fiercely at Wang Hou, who was screaming with a sword in his right hand. Smashed it.

For a moment, the surrounding soldiers couldn't help shouting, and the veins in their hands were bulging. Zhao Yun's hand holding the iron gun was also trembling violently, but at this moment, there was a loud bang, and the flames burst into flames. Flashed between the two, this time, Wang Shuang couldn't stand anymore, staggered back several steps, and finally sat down on the ground.

"My lord is mighty!!!"

It is said that Wang Hou can thunder in the palm of his hand, but few of them saw it with their own eyes. After watching it for more than half a minute, the surrounding soldiers couldn't help but shook their hands violently and cheered loudly.

He had never been so nervous before in the competition with Wang Shuang just now. Looking at this scene, Zhao Yun let out a sigh of relief and shook his head with a helpless smile.
Even if the cat has the last resort to save its life, Wang Hou's knives, guns, swords and halberds are all sloppy, but Zhe has mastered the spear-drawing technique. Before the gunpowder smoke is blown, he stabbed the firecracker into his waist again, full of smiles, Wang Hou Hou smiled and stretched out his hand to Wang Shuang who was sitting on the ground in a daze.

It was really shocking. He lowered his head and glanced at the sunken first layer of plate armor. The sharp bullets got stuck on the second layer of plate armor. They even tore through the leather jacket and burned his belly slightly. Until Wang Hou stretched out his hand Come here, Wang Shuang came back to his senses.

Without receiving Wang Hou's extended hand, the reckless man knelt down on the ground with a bang, and kowtowed heavily in Wang Hou's direction.

This team has to be formed no matter what, they are all ruthless people!
The fastest way to make a fierce general obey is to subdue him!After the Wang family's Taoism at the foot of the Yin Mountain was performed once, this expeditionary army also had its own captain.

Time flies, and more than a month has passed in a blink of an eye, and it has entered the dog days of June, but the midsummer on the grassland is very cool, even cooler than Liaodong.

Wang Hou promised that there would be steamed buns, steamed buns, and office buildings, but the promise was not fulfilled. The newly fired bricks near Yinshan Mountain were continuously transported into Guihua City, but the warehouses were the first to get up. , the three pillar industrial parks of textile field and milk powder field.

But Wang Hou can’t be blamed for this. The market price of a piece of wool is only a hundred coppers, but if it is woven into cloth and wool, it is at least consistent. After building a factory building, we can introduce looms and organize weaving bows. Working in the factory will increase the value of production tenfold.

The same is true for milk powder, which is scattered in half of the urban area, and the production is scattered and inefficient, and!The finished milk powder was actually stolen from time to time, and the shareholders were so angry that they grinned!

But the factory building has been upgraded. On the one hand, there are more places for the stove, and on the other hand, the production can also be standardized. The boiled milk powder is directly collected into the basket, and then transported to the warehouse for storage. The efficiency can also be more than doubled.

The profit-seeking vampire talents of the capitalists can be regarded as blooming from these gentry lords. They would rather live in a rug for a while to experience the life of nomads, and they have to build the facilities to make money first!
The arrival of the Han people really began to change the lives of Xianbei people.

In the beginning, the Xianbei women and old people who came to work here were all transferred by Kebi Neng from the Western Xianbei by force using his power as a big leader. Pibu, grassland people don’t have much concept of saving savings. They used to wear old sheepskins when they came, but now they have put on new clothes, and the food is better than grazing. Gradually, women and old people from some nearby tribes also came here on their own initiative. Guihua City started to work.

Even some lower-class men who are inconspicuous in the tribe, or who are oppressed, come here to work without any regard for face.

Although the change is only a little bit, some of the free-spirited Xianbei people are still converted from the occupation of nomads to workers by Wang Hou!
In June, the first batch of caravans that Wang Hou had been looking forward to arrived. The Qingzhou business group as the main component has tens of thousands of people. Kebi has not collected [-] cattle and horses for him until now. After being exchanged, he even used up [-] to [-] heads, but the transportation efficiency is also impressive. The tea from Jiangnan, the lacquerware from Jingchu, the rice and wheat from Xuzhou, the bone china from Liucheng, and the first batch of Han land were exchanged. The products piled up into a hill.

"how?"

It’s no wonder that foreigners call China “Where to Destroy”, and it’s no wonder that bone china has become the only one of the Eight Great Porcelains that was not created in China. Inside the felt bag, the box is opened, dotted with gold lines and painted with obvious colors. The bearded old man in Daqin, who claimed to have served Crassus and had never eaten anything before, almost had his eyeballs pop out.

"All these, give me?"

It’s almost like a mouse jumping on the box when it sees cheese, speaking the local Chinese with a particularly strong Liangzhou accent, and even the tone of this guy is a little trembling.

Outside the door, there were boxes loaded on carts. Five hundred caravan guards who were transferred from the army but put on small-scale special steel-inlaid leather armor were also gathering in the open field. Wang Hou couldn't help showing a strong smile on the westbound caravan he was forming.

From the end of the Han Dynasty, China can also open its eyes to see the world!
"Huh? My lord, why are there bloodstains on these dozens of boxes?"

But all of a sudden, Wang Shuang, the 500-year-old old family member who was fooled by Wang Hou into the guard of the Western Regions Mission, shouted in shock. As he pulled, the tarpaulins on more than a dozen tea boxes were all torn off, one by one. You can vaguely see the appearance of humanoid bloodstains.

"Er..., it should be a mouse fight! Don't pay attention to those details!"

As soon as Ziliu stretched out his hand, Wang Hou smiled and pulled the tomb back.

(End of this chapter)