In Qi Xiahu Mountain Village, just by the stream where Zhang Zhao fought against the hundred kills and defeated Ge Duo and others, a huge bonfire ignited, and three pigs, cattle, sheep and three animals were sent over without any money. The famous chef team invited from Tianfu Tower in Dunhuang was so tired that they were sweating heavily.

More than 100 women and children in Qi Xiahu Mountain Village, and more than 200 people brought by Gedu Mountain Village are here.

Qi Xiahu made arrangements everywhere with a blush on his face. He received the pardon order from the Guiyi Army Jieduya. Although he still stayed in this copycat in the future, Shouchang would no longer be stuck with their salt, cloth, etc., and the copycat output could also be delivered to Shouchang for sale openly, and life would be able to survive.

Moreover, after more than 200 people from Geduo Mountain Village filled in, more than 450 people in Dingkou in his village, among which the thorns from Gedu were brought to Yutian by Zhang Zhao, and the rest were easier to manage.

At the same time, Ding Zhuang, the man around him, only Fanquan Fanshun followed Zhang Zhao. Qi Xiahu knew what Zhang Zhao meant, and asked him to assimilate these Dingkous that came down from Qilian Mountain as soon as possible.

With these Dingkous, even in Shouchang, this is a big village.

At the bonfire, on a platform built with wooden boards and stones, Zhang Zhao was naked and held a short knife in his hand.

Although Dunhuang in October was already cold and cold, Zhang Zhao didn't feel cold at all. His heart was so surging that his whole body was hot.

A rooster with colorful feathers was sent up by Zhang Zhong. Zhang Zhao twisted the rooster's head and exposed its neck. Then he pulled off the fluff from the chicken's neck in a few seconds, and then stroked it with a short knife, and the chicken blood gushed into the prepared large earthenware wine bowl.

When the chicken blood gushed, Fan Quan Fanshun walked over with a stack of yellow paper and a lump of cinnabar. Zhang Zhao first put the cinnabar into the chicken blood wine bowl and stirred it evenly, then ignited the yellow paper. After watching the ashes fall into the bowl, he held the chicken blood wine bowl high.

As Zhang Zhao raised the wine bowl, the 100 single No. 7 man around the wooden table knelt down on one knee almost at the same time, because they all knew that the yellow paper that had just been burned out was written with Zhang Zhao's birth date and oath.

"Brothers! Since Anshi, the world has been in chaos, and the country is not in a state, and the people are living in poverty, especially in Hexi!

Tubo Zanpu, the prime minister, and Dongdai regarded us as slaves like pigs and dogs, so my great-grandfather, Taibao Gong, first raised the banner of righteousness to save the people from the fire and water, and wanted to return to the Tang Dynasty!

But now, the Tang Dynasty is gone and the world is even more chaotic. We should have been a hero who defended our country, but we have no way to serve the country and can only do some sloppy things to survive.

But how can a man live like this for life? He chases the dead and chases the north, hiding millions of corpses, and drifting blood. This is what a good man should do!

To the west of Shazhou and to the north of Khotan, Karakhsaktu Bugra, betrayed the Buddha, betrayed his ancestors, persecuted the believers of the Buddha and the great kind father, and servilely bowed to the Saman Kingdom in black clothes and food, and they were both angry with people and gods! I hated him deeply!

Fortunately, I received my uncle, the great sage of the Jin Kingdom of Khotan, and I was willing to lead the warriors to punish Gelu, Tiel, Ugus and other tribes.

He defeated him, chased him, took his possession, and saw his closest relatives crying, riding on his horse, and taking his beautiful wife and daughter!

Do you dare to follow me?"

What do men love the most? Or to be precise, what do men love the most in this era? That must be a troublesome!

In the late Tang and Five Dynasties, it was normal for warriors to cause trouble. Temujin's words perfectly interpreted the greatest yearning for those who mastered the force in this era.

The atmosphere under the stage was completely piqued. If Zhang Zhao could be selected, there would be no good people who could be at peace with themselves.

In Shazhou, they can only do some extortion of herdsmen on the Qilian Mountains. Whoever can intercept and kill some small merchants will be regarded as making a fortune.

But now it’s different. Zhang Zhao wants to take them to the territory of the Karakhan Dynasty to cause trouble. Compared to the Shangshang who made some hard money, the Karakhan’s palace and tent were simply rich to heaven.

Although the risk is too high, the profit is too high!

Besides, they saw Zhang Erlang's ability. With the golden armor given by Taibao, they were invincible! They were invincible!

What’s even better is that Zhang Erlangjun’s brain is easy to use, and he is a noble man, and there are ways everywhere. It’s hard not to make a fortune with such a leader!

"I wish to follow the lieutenant to go through fire and water and make achievements!" Everyone promised.

"Okay! They are all good brothers! I, Zhang Zhao, here to witness the gods and Buddhas in the sky in my birth date! From today on, I will make an appointment with you brothers, dress and eat together, and share wealth and honor. If there are any false words, people and gods will kill each other!"

After saying that, Zhang Zhao held the wine bowl and came to Fanquan. He put three fingers of his right hand into the wine bowl, and then applied the mixture of strong wine, chicken blood, cinnabar, and yellow paper ash to Fanquan's forehead!

Fan Quan knelt down on one knee with a loud bang, then took out the short knife on his body and slashed his right arm, then wiped his blood on Zhang Zhao's chest.

"Su Fanquan, pay homage to the lord!"

This is not an ordinary blood-taking alliance, but a ceremony to collect the troops during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period. Of course, there were some changes in the Tang Dynasty, but the meaning was still there.

Similarly, the word "part" is not a general recognition of the lord, and the word "priest" cannot be called randomly. A typical example is "Five Hundred Soldiers in the early Han Dynasty". This type of part is more particular than the personal soldiers of several dynasties in later generations, and belongs to the relationship between life and death.

The lord died in battle, and the lord will never live alone. Even the lord who is not around the lord will choose to commit suicide.

Even if the lord rebels and others do not follow, the army will definitely follow, because if he does not follow, the rebellion will try his best to kill them after the lord is defeated.

Fanquan followed by Fanshun, followed by Qiongreduojin, Dunzhu and others. Finally, it was Bai Congxin's turn. He cut his arms without hesitation and applied blood to Zhang Zhao's chest.

Of course, this was communicated in advance, because over the past month, Zhang Zhao showed them all the qualities of a qualified leader, and at the same time, he also gave Bai Congxin a reasonable plan, a path to transform from a horse thief into a noble.

"This is a part!" Cao Yanlu, who was arranged in the distance and holding a bowl of wine, sighed enviously, and the wine in the bowl was no longer fragrant in an instant.

He, Cao Yanlu, had no division, and even his father, Cao Yuanzhong, had no division. Zhang Erlang collected eleven divisions today, and he was still the kind of warrior who was jealous of anyone who saw it.

"Brother, how about it? Did the third sister tell lies? How about this Erlangjun?"

Lady Cao tried her best to cover up the shock in her eyes, and then looked at Cao Yanlu. She didn't expect that Zhang Zhao had such a reputation in the hearts of these people in just one month.

"A real man should be like this!" Cao Yanlu sighed without any falsehood.

"The third sister has a correct vision. Zhang Erlangjun is indeed a hero. If such a person can come back alive from Yutian, the nineteenth sister should marry him!"

"No! Dalang, we should have made an agreement with him now!

Because if Zhang Erlang could come back alive, he would definitely come back with more elite divisions. The nineteenth sister would have been a high-ranking player at that time, and maybe it wouldn't be our turn.

And now, the nineteenth sister can still say that she is married, because we have vision!" A hint of loneliness flashed across Cao San's face, but it was quickly covered up.

"It's not impossible! But father... can father agree?" Cao Yanlu was a little moved.

Because if Zhang Zhao could come back, just as Cao Sanma said, it would not be called marrying a girl, it might be called Gao Pan. If Zhang Erlang could not come back, the engagement would of course be cancelled.

"Waiting for my father? When my father has finished his considerations, it's too late. I am the eldest sister of the nineteenth sister, you are the eldest brother. Let's take a gamble now. At worst, I will be scolded by my father when I go back!"

Cao Yanlu looked straight at his elder sister, then nodded slowly.
Chapter completed!