Chapter 555

sundowners!

The last ray of golden sunshine shines on the white salt beach. The nearby Chaka Salt Lake is as calm as a mirror without even a trace of wind. The white clouds in the sky are reflected in the calm water, which is particularly spectacular.

"Sure enough, it's the realm of the sky. Heaven and earth are integrated." Merton looked at the beautiful scenery in front of him. Rao was in the battlefield and couldn't help indulging in it.

"People all thought Tuyuhun was a place of barbarians, but they didn't expect that there would be such a fairyland." Li Jing, who was on the side, couldn't help but sigh.

On the whole battlefield, I'm afraid the two of them are the most idle. The whole army is fighting. Only the two of them have leisure to see the scenery.

Soon, the fighting in the distance gradually stopped, and the cheers of the victory of the Tang army continued to come.

"Tell general, our army beheaded 18000 troops and Tuyuhun's troops fled West." Cheng Yaojin said excitedly. This assault was a complete victory.

The only regret is that Tuyuhun had a large number of horses, and many Tuyuhun defeated soldiers still escaped. The Tang army came all the way. After chasing and killing for only a few decades, they were already exhausted. They had to call in gold and withdraw their troops. Only then did Tuyuhun cavalry survive and flee in confusion.

"Have you ever seen Fu Yun?" Merton couldn't wait to ask.

Cheng Yaojin shook his head and said, "Fuyun is not here. He fled to the West earlier. This is the three tribes of Tuyuhun Tianzhu, which are led by the king of Tianzhu. Unfortunately, the king of Tianzhu took advantage of the chaos and ran away." Cheng Yaojin regretted.

The three tribes of Tianzhu are the main force of Tuyuhun, with a prosperous population and many cavalry.

Cheng Yaojin regretted the escape of King Tianzhu. He was a sycophant. They have long been gnashing their teeth. The most frequent invasion of the border of the Tang Dynasty is probably the three tribes of Tianzhu. This Tang army raid finally recovered a little interest.

"That doesn't hurt. After this war, Tuyuhun has no chance to turn over." Li Jing immediately smiled and said that the three tribes of Tianzhu are the main force of Tuyuhun. After this war, there is no tujun on the north line to threaten the Tang army.

"General, this is a great victory. Our army has captured 200000 cattle and sheep this time." Duan Zhixuan came with his horse and said excitedly.

"200000 heads." the generals who heard the news couldn't help but rejoice. Tianzhu three tribe is worthy of being the top tribe in Tuyuhun. It's rich. 200000 cattle and sheep are several times more than the cattle and sheep captured by the Tang army in the previous three great victories! With these cattle and sheep, Tang Jun finally didn't have to worry about food and grass.

If 200000 cattle and sheep were transported to the mainland of Datang, it would be an amazing wealth.

"At this moment, the cattle and sheep that would have owed Mo for offering wine can finally be paid off." Li Jing laughed and looked at Merton and joked. Merton borrowed all the cattle and sheep he needed in order to make compressed dry food and treat the night blindness of Tang soldiers. With these 200000 cattle and sheep, it's enough to pay back.

The generals also looked at Merton one after another. They couldn't help smiling. They suddenly realized that perhaps the Mohists were the most confident that Tang Jun could win. From the beginning, Merton didn't think of the possibility of Tang Jun's defeat and has been fully supporting it.

In the face of the ridicule of the generals, Merton proudly said, "although 200000 cattle and sheep are valuable, I'm afraid it's like a drop in the bucket compared with the lake in front of me."

"A dime?"

The generals were stunned and looked at the white salt by the lake. Then they thought, "is it salt that the ink sacrifice wine said?"

Cheng Yaojin bent down to look for a clean place. He put a little salt in his mouth. Suddenly, there was a bitter, astringent and salty taste. From then on, he quickly took down the kettle at his waist, rinsed a few mouthfuls, shook his head and said, "this salt can't be eaten."

"Of course you can't eat it, but if you use the secret technique of Mohist salt making, the salt all over the ground can become exquisite and delicious fine salt, and it's inexhaustible." Merton said proudly, took down the treasure knife and cut it off to the ground. He saw that there was no soil in the whole underground, but a thick salt layer, and they stood on the endless salt.

Li Jing looked at the salt layer about ten miles wide from the lake, and couldn't help taking a breath. So much salt here is like earth. It's not worth money, but if it is transported to the mainland after processing, its value may not be estimated at all.

"There are hundreds of salt lakes in Tuyuhun, four of which are comparable to Chaka Salt Lake. There is also a Chaerhan Salt Lake several times larger than Chaka Salt Lake in the northwest. With this land of Qinghai, the people of the Tang Dynasty have no worries about salt." Merton said leisurely.

Many poor generals cannot help but rejoice. They know that there is a shortage of salt among the people, and the price of salt is expensive, but it is indispensable. The people are miserable. Here, the salt layer is like sediment everywhere, which is not worth money at all, and the only cost is processing and transportation

With the salt of Qinghai, the price of salt will certainly drop greatly, and countless people will benefit from it. Based on this calculation, I'm afraid the value of Chaka Salt Lake is really above the value of these cattle and sheep.

"These salts are worth thousands of gold, so they can't run away. We can only eat a handful. We can certainly have a full meal tonight, Mo boy. I heard that your boy has brought a lot of hot pot seasonings, and we don't want to contribute as soon as possible." Cheng Yaojin salivated.

"Hot pot seasoning?" the generals couldn't help but brighten their eyes and look at Merton with malicious eyes. You know, hot pot came from Mojia village. I'm afraid Merton is the most likely one to have hot pot seasoning. In recent days, they eat either dry food or boiled mutton. Birds have faded out from the corners of their mouths. If there was a delicious hot pot at the moment, I'm afraid it's a supreme enjoyment.

Merton secretly scolded Qin Huaiyu three people for being silent. The four of them just secretly ate hot pot once, and Cheng Yaojin was noticed.

"Don't rob. There's only one left." Merton, facing the siege of the generals, quickly and obediently took the initiative to hand over a hot pot bottom in order to protect himself.

Duan Zhixuan can't wait to grab it and arrange to slaughter cattle and sheep for dinner tonight.

"You're so slippery, I don't believe you'll take one." Cheng Yaojin turned around the Jue Ying, stretched out his hand and held one with a knife, and suddenly another packet of hot pot seasoning fell into his hands.

"This is really the last package," Morton said bitterly.

"What about this?" Li Daliang felt it when he didn't know. He also held a bag of spices and said with a ruffian smile on his face.

"It's really gone this time." Merton bowed his head.

Until the end, every general left contentedly, leaving an empty backpack on the horse's back.

"Come on, pick me a three-year-old cow and kill it. I've been eating old beef all winter and I'm tired of it." Cheng Yaojin shouted in a rough voice.

The generals immediately burst into laughter. Merton made these old beef. Fortunately, there is still beef to eat. If you put it before, you have to sneak if you want to eat a meal of beef.

As night fell, the campfire lit up, the beef cut as thin as cicada wings was rolled into a steaming hot pot and sprinkled with a pinch of green salt. Merton sat next to the generals and took a deep breath of flavor. Even if it was surrounded by 200000 cattle and sheep and stepped on a layer of salt worth thousands of gold, it was not comparable to the victory celebration banquet in front of him.