The conversation between Lu Yao and others did not last long.
After a moment, Xue Tong took the lead in saying goodbye.
Although the Dai Royal City has been taken as a foothold, the northern border is still very dangerous for Lu Yao and others. The Hu coalition that Japan should have been furiously killed suddenly disappeared, which made most of Lu Yao’s previous planning work. It is obvious that countless forces coexist in the vast northern border, which is not so simple to understand. In some place that Lu Yao has not yet mastered, there will inevitably be turbulent tides coming.
Of course, this situation is not understood by ordinary soldiers. They only need to fight bravely and celebrate victory after victory. But the tense nerves of generals such as Lu Yao and Xue Tong will never relax because of the small victory of Dai Wangcheng. Even on the day of victory, Xue Tong will personally serve as the warning function around Dai Wangcheng, and strictly guard every corner of Dai Wangcheng with 400 elite soldiers.
After a while, Shao Xu also stood up and bowed and said, "I know the general's intention. Let's arrange this as soon as possible."
He had already written down Lu Yao's various requests and then went to work hard. The new chief secretary was also Lu Yao's only civilian staff member at the moment. If we look at the workload, he would be the hardest in the past few days.
After Lu Yao and Shao Xu and Xue Tong talk to each other, there is a large-scale platform. The area of ​​the platform accounts for about half of the size of the entire Martha Fort. The platform is connected by a wide trail between the platform and the main hall. The trail is tilted upward, so the position of the platform is higher than that of the main hall, surrounded by three-stage bases on all sides.
The platform is square, enough to accommodate thousands of people, and is magnificent in scale. However, due to the rough and sparse daily maintenance of the Luochuan bandits, broken walls are seen everywhere, which looks disrepair, giving people a sense of desolation.
White stone slabs should have been laid on the ground of the platform, but now most of the stone slabs are broken, revealing the rammed earth underneath. Scattered weeds and thorns are growing randomly in the soil layers; in other places, the broken rubble accumulates into thick layers, which looks uneven and mottled from a distance. There are dozens of ancient and rough foundation stones scattered everywhere on the platform. Each of these giants weighs hundreds or even thousands of kilograms. According to the specifications of the grooves on the foundation stone, the giant pillars that were connected in the past may be as thick as a hug.
It is obvious that this platform is the main hall of the Daiwang King City, which once dominated the northern border. The main hall of the Marx Fort is just a small house built on the ruins of the Louque at the entrance of the main hall. This foundation alone is so majestic, and the eaves of the Liangyu that it once supported must be even more magnificent. Unfortunately, hundreds of years have passed and have been wiped out without a trace.
Around the platform were stables, corrals, military camps and dungeons built by Luochuan thieves themselves. Shao Xu brought a number of soldiers to count and sort out the supplies. The old and weak hostages held by Luochuan thieves were held in the dungeon. According to Lu Yao's intention, Shao Xu released them all and reunited them with his relatives.
Shao Xu himself found an empty house on the east side of the platform, which was the official office of the General General of Pingbei. Under his jurisdiction, there are currently twenty elite soldiers transferred by Lu Yao and Xue Tong and fifty strong men in charge of the baggage. In addition, the elderly and weak among the prisoners captured in the past few days are also under the jurisdiction of Shao Xu, and there may be those who are available.
These soldiers and the strong men are all rough and rude, and none of them know how to fight. Therefore, the current meticulous tasks and documents can only be done by Shao Xu, Shao Zhu and his son. Ran Zhan has been friendly with Shao Zhu these days and is also helping him.
Two hours later, the grand banquet was held on the platform.
In northern Xinjiang, there is never a shortage of cattle and sheep, and the crude milk wine was placed in leather bags and distributed appropriately. When the soldiers had almost finished eating and drinking, several strong men pushed the heavy cart into the open space in the center of the platform, then pried the shaft and dumped the things piled on the cart on the ground... It was a reward that Lu Yao was preparing to issue, hundreds of thousands of coins.
Countless coins collided with each other as they poured down, making crisp sounds of tinging ding dong dong; and countless tinging dong dong sounds gathered together and turned into a dull loud bang!
Hundreds of thousands of coins include Wuzhu coins from the Han and Wei dynasties, and earlier Qin and Han dynasties. The smaller and particularly exquisite one is Wang Mang coins. If you have a good eye, you can even find that there are three cents of the late Han Dynasty, which is a thousand big coins. These are the ill-gotten treasures that Luochuan thieves have been plundered for decades, and now they are all in Lu Yao's hands. They slide off the cart and pile up into several piles, each of which is astonishing in the amount of the bonfire. Under the reflection of the bonfire, they shine with a mouth-watering metallic luster.
Lu Yao coughed lightly, stepped forward, and stood among the mountains of coins.
The soldiers who were originally laughing and making noise suddenly became quiet. On the empty platform, only the crackling sound of firewood bursting in the fire pit sounded from time to time. In the battles these days, the soldiers witnessed the once majestic tribes being uprooted one by one. In their hearts, the young general initially established prestige.
Lu Yao pointed out the piles of coins: "These are the secret treasures of Luochuan thieves. In order to transport them here, four large trucks were used. I have not counted the specific amount of these money. Because there are too many, I can't count them."
Lu Yao smiled, and around him, many soldiers nodded with laughter. Whether in the northern border or the Central Plains, the people at the bottom would not have the opportunity to receive education; for the vast majority of soldiers, the largest concept of numbers they could master may not exceed one hundred. The huge amount of coins in tens of thousands was something they could never imagine in their entire lives.
"In yesterday's battle, we seized similar treasures from Douluji; we also collected a lot of money from the elders of the Bomi tribe. The number of them was estimated to be less than that of the Luochuan thieves, but they were not as good as those of the Luochuan thieves." After these words, Lu Yao clearly heard the slight whispers around him. Those surrendered soldiers from Douluji and Bomi tribes were somewhat disturbed. In the tribes in the northern border, the distinction between noble and low is exactly the same as that of the Central Plains; the clan leader, elder, and Qu general greedily seized wealth, while ordinary herders were poor and had no place to stand. Perhaps the horse thieves would be better, but the struggle for life was nothing but some leftovers left by the leader.
Perhaps in the past, the Hu warriors with simple and monotonous ways of survival rarely thought of this. But at this moment, under the impact of huge amounts of money flashing with golden light, their chaotic minds suddenly understood something.
"Now, these are all yours." Lu Yao grabbed a handful of Wuzhu coins and let them fall from their five fingers: "These are the rewards given to you by my Grand Jinya Gate General Lu Yao."
The next moment, the sound of thousands of people hissing and inhaling at the same time formed a strange wind, rolling past Lin Li's soldiers.
Half an hour later, when Lu Yao returned from the middle of the platform, all the money that was originally around him had been distributed to the soldiers. The morale of the soldiers soared to an unimaginable level. Some people raised the coins in their hands to see them one by one, and as they looked, they started crying. More people were cheering loudly, and some even danced the traditional dance of the tribe, as if they had forgotten the rewards they received, which was precisely because of the destruction of the tribe.
Of course, the rewards to the soldiers were more than money. Excellent weapons, armor, and higher status were all rewards. But perhaps it was because Lu Yao's generous behavior of spending thousands of dollars was too surprising. Later, the rewards for the fifty warriors did not achieve the expected motivational effect.
Lu Yao, who went back to eat and drink, drank a bowl of broth and said excitedly: "These Hu children lived in extremely hardships, but they were fierce and dying. They only needed dozens of Wuzhu coins to get the support of a brave warrior, driving them to fight, kill, die, and everything. But in Luoyang? The Gaomen gentry, who had no power to tie a chicken, ate ten thousand yuan a day, and still claimed that they had no place to cut off their chopsticks..."
He Yun and others who were sitting around Lu Yao all smiled bitterly. Shao Xu picked up the long-handled wooden spoon and added half a bowl of soup to Lu Yao and sighed.
Just as he was about to say something, Zhu Sheng rushed to the scene, took out a silk book from his arms, and presented it to Lu Yao with both hands: "General, the master of Hu's village is urgent."
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Chapter completed!