On the north bank of Luocheng, "The Anhe City Zhigewei will conduct an assessment to control the number of people to about 300, and the Falcon Guard will also reduce it. The second thing is to encourage people to plant wheat, especially near our Luocheng. The land is flat and suitable for growing wheat." Zhiming read the contents in the newspaper to Bai Ling.

Bai Ling sat in the main seat and coaxed the child in the cradle. She kept teasing her daughter with a rattle in her hand. After Zhiming finished reciting, Bai Ling said in a lazy tone: "The letter from the King of Han has also arrived. I have read it. I will trouble you to stare at wheat planting."

Zhiming nodded and said yes, the female city lord was relatively tired of government affairs, but she had a good temper and knew how to delegate power to herself and others, and managed Luocheng in an orderly manner. This way, the city lord made Zhiming very contradictory.

When Zhiming walked out of the city lord's meeting hall, he happened to meet the post station messenger. The messenger is now a fat man in the Han Dynasty. He has high requirements, is good at riding, has strong literacy and combat effectiveness. This has stumped most people. What is desirable is that the salary and benefits of the messenger are exactly the same as those of Zhi Gewei's team.

"Mr. Zhiming, I'm looking for you. Your daughter has sent a letter." The young messenger handed over a small bamboo tube to Zhiming, which contained a letter in it, so as to prevent the letter from being lost.

Zhiming had a smile on his face. His daughter married Lu, the only craftsman in the Han Dynasty. His life must be good. Unexpectedly, he could write in just one winter.

He was about to open it when the horse hooves outside sounded, and Huang walked in wearing a red battle robe. Zhiming took the initiative to salute Huang: "Commander, what urgent matter is there? Why are you riding a horse in the city?"

Huang knew the laws of the Han Kingdom. If it was not an emergency, he could not ride a horse in the city. "Hehe, Mr. Zhiming, we met other tribes in the northeast hunting wild horses. I decided to let the city lord give an order to take down that tribe."

Zhiming frowned: "Commander, the King of Han has just arrived, so he will rest in Luocheng and not use force for the time being."

"Sir, they have hindered us from hunting horses. This is the declaration of war. The King of Han will also let me chop the head of the leader with my own hands!" Huang patted Zhiming's shoulder and hurried towards the stone hall.

When Huang saw Bailing, he immediately told the matter. Bailing glanced at Huang with excitement: "I have known to run outside all day long. How many times have you seen him, daughter?"

Huang knew that he was in the wrong, so he walked up to see his daughter, but was kicked away by Bai Ling: "This is the City Lord's Council Hall, Commander Huang, don't you understand etiquette?"

"Hiss, Bai Ling, let's look at my daughter, it's not OK. Besides, this is not without outsiders, why do you have to put on the airs of the city lord?" Huang sat on the ground and rubbed his stomach. Bai Ling's strength increased instead of reducing.

"Hmph, there's no need to pretend. I think you just want to turn the silver badge on your chest into gold. You are competing with Ya and want to become the third general of Han, right?" Bai Ling exposes Huang in an instant.

Huang was a little annoyed. How could the person who led the troops not be angry: "I became a general, not for me alone. I am the commander of the Suzaku Guard. You are just the lord of Luocheng City. I ask you..."

Before he finished speaking, he was frightened by Bai Ling's cold eyes, "I rode alone to save you, and put down my weapons for you. Now you have become the commander. Do you think you are better than me?"

Huang did not respond, Bai Ling continued, "No matter what you think, Zhigewei and Falcon Guard have been cut. If you are too sharp, even if the King of Han treats you like a relative, he will still cut the Vermilion Bird Guard."

The Vermilion Guard now has more than 110 people, and some horse-raising entourages, the Vermilion Guard has more than 150 people. Now the war horse-wearing armor has been halfway through. The newly built iron ore in Luocheng is constantly building war horse-wearing armor, which is a huge consumption of manpower and material resources.

Huang heard Bai Ling's words and seemed to be poured with cold water. He did not understand the decision of the Han King. He did not know the statistics of the consumption of materials by Ministers of the Ministry of Revenue Qicao and Lin Fan. If the army was allowed to expand, the people of the Han Kingdom would not be able to support these people at all.

In the Han Dynasty, one winter and half a spring, the number of newly born people in various places reached more than 700, and at least 2,000 were born in a year. Lin Fan wanted to deal with this explosive birth rate in advance, and agriculture became the only major event in the Han Dynasty.

"What should I do if that provocative tribe?" Huang looked down and Bai Ling walked to Huang and helped him up: "Just let Qingyi teach them a lesson. Qingyi has a special identity and he is Yue's man."

Huang nodded, then stared at Bai Ling for a long time. Bai Ling was furious when he stared at him, "Look at what I do?"

"Baoling, when did you become so smart? I used to think you were a woman who was good at playing spears." Huang didn't expect that his woman would have such a smart side.

Bai Ling suddenly smiled, "I am good at martial arts, but I am not stupid. How do you think I was the leader before? Besides, Sister You Ying and the others used to be with me every day, so I learned something from them."

What else Huang wanted to say was Bai Ling's embrace, Huang was so panicked now, "Ba Ling, what are you doing?"

"Didn't you say I'm good at playing guns? Now show it to you." Bai Ling smiled charmingly, "Didn't you hand over the public food a few days ago?" Huang begged a little. He had many women, which made him feel weak when he saw the bed.

"Hmph, this city lord wants to have a boy!"

To the northeast of Luocheng, two hundred kilometers away, dozens of corpses of wild horses were transporting. They cheered, and the tribal leader smeared the horse's blood on his face to show his courage.

In the setting sun, Qingyi led two teams of armored war horses to gallop on the vast plains. They heard cheers. Qingyi took off the longbow in his hand, and the others understood it and drew out a shiny battle knife.

The transporting wild horse tribe heard the sound, looked up and saw an arrow nailed to his nose, "Puu!"

"kill!"

Twenty cavalry rushed over and immediately rushed the dozens of people into pieces, one-third of them killed or injured. After a wave of charge, Qing Yi and others stood there, looking at the terrified faces, "Get out of the Han territory!"

The tribe leader also had blood from his tribe members on his face. He held his weapon and stared at the Suzaku Guard Cavalry in the sunset. He chopped off the war horse, but unfortunately the black armor on the other party blocked most of the damage. He thought these people were invulnerable to swords and guns.

"@#%!%!" the leader shouted, and then ran northeast at an extremely fast speed. Seeing this, others fled one after another.

The leader secretly swore that this ghost place would never come again!
Chapter completed!