After Luoning said goodbye to Dorgon, three hundred Tibetan elites who had said goodbye to the princess also came to Luoning.
"Lord of the City of Luo!" A Tubo centurion stepped forward on horseback, interrupting Luo Ning's thoughts.
"The princess has left, are we going to accept the dragon's mistake?"
This centurion is an eighth-grade martial artist named Basang. Although he is unwilling to go to the Kingdom of Jin, he is actually not willing to stay with Luo Ning, a Xia native, and take orders from Luo Ning.
However, he must obey the princess's orders and obey Luoning's command.
The other two centurions, one named Bujia and the other Qiongjie, are both eighth-level martial arts cultivators. Their mentality is the same as Basang.
She was dissatisfied with Luo Ning, but she couldn't disobey him.
Luo Ning certainly knew what the three centurions were thinking. He glanced at the three men and did not answer Basang's words, but said straight to the point:
"The princess brought five thousand guards to the Kingdom of Jin. The five thousand guards are the princess's personal soldiers and her family members. With the five thousand Tubo guards by her side, the princess is still among the Tubo people. In this way,
Comforting the pain of homesickness.”
"But the princess left you behind and didn't take you to the Kingdom of Jin. Do you know...why?"
The three hundred Tibetan warriors knew what was going on but did not dare to speak out.
Luo Ning rode his horse in front of everyone, "That's because your background is...the lowest among the five thousand guards!"
"The three hundred of you are not a complete three-hundred-man team, but were broken up and selected from the five thousand escort troops."
"The highest among you, that is, copper, does not even have a Polo Mi. The highest official position in your family is that of centurion, and no one has ever obtained a big insect skin. A few are the children of small-headed people, and most of them are still
Born a serf."
"So, you are actually eliminated!"
"You are the ones with the worst backgrounds and the least prospects among the five thousand guards. According to Tubo's rules, the centenarian should be the highest official you can be."
As soon as these words came out, all the three hundred Tubo armored soldiers looked angry.
A terrifying momentum suddenly spread out in the military formation of 300 people.
They stared at Luo Ning, holding whips and gritting their teeth, pressing knives and glaring in anger!
Luo Ning's words made them feel humiliated and offended.
But the person who said these words was their general. And what he said... was not wrong!
Therefore, even if the city lord hurts them, they can only listen angrily.
"Basang!" Luo Ning suddenly looked at Basang, "What I said - right?!"
"Lord of the City of Luo!" Basang's face was livid, two lines protruded from his cheeks bitten by his teeth, and his voice was full of anger that could not be concealed.
"Lord Luo City's words are like a whip, hitting our hearts! It makes us sad!"
"That's right!" Luo Ning's voice suddenly rose, "My words are like whips and hailstones! Hit them down without mercy!"
"But don't be sad, because your general is me!"
"Tell me Basang, how much is your military salary?"
When Luo Ning said this, he was running the Ling Dao Pearl, exuding the heroic spirit of King Gesar.
As soon as King Gesar's heroic spirit came out, the eyes of the Tibetan people present when they looked at Luo Ning slowly changed.
They sensed a magical aura in Luo Ning that made them both familiar and respectful.
The anger in my heart suddenly melted away.
This is……
Basang felt a little dazed, and then said respectfully:
"Reporting to the general, we are the elite of Tubo, and our military pay is higher than that of the local garrison. The subordinates are three hundred taels per month, the commanders are one hundred taels per month, and the soldiers are five taels per month."
The titles have changed. Before, he was still called the Lord of Luo City very bluntly, but now he has become the Lord of the General.
Baichang earns three hundred taels per month, several thousand taels a year, which sounds like a lot, and is definitely more than enough to support a family.
But the problem is that Baichang is an eighth-level martial artist and requires training resources.
These necessary expenses alone account for most of the salary. A senior is usually a ninth-grade martial artist, and he also has to spend money to purchase training resources.
That's why there is such a big difference between the pay of soldiers and commanders.
Luo Ning waved his hand and said, "From today on, the monthly salary for hundreds of soldiers will be increased by one hundred taels, for those with special ranks, it will be increased by thirty taels, and for soldiers, it will be increased by three taels!"
"Maybe I can't give you a future, but I definitely have more money and resources than your previous colleagues!"
"This is just military pay! When I accept the Dragon City Leader and Naixue Tribe, there will be rewards! The reward is... three months of military pay!"
What? When everyone heard this, they were stunned at first, and then looked surprised.
Increase rates! Rewards!
"Thank you, General!"
"Lord, be merciful!"
Many soldiers, influenced by the heroic spirit and rewards, even knelt down to perform the dog ritual.
The clang of armor and armor was mixed with the sound of dogs barking, resounding throughout the whole place.
Even Basang and other hundred leaders smiled and saluted with their breasts in their hands.
The original resistance to Luo Ning completely collapsed under Yingba's aura and increased pay.
Instead, he was convinced of Luo Ning!
Suddenly, the momentum of the three hundred people surged.
Nowadays, for all countries in the world, raising troops is the largest expenditure on the national treasury.
But in fact, the expenditure on salary and military pay is only a small amount.
The real bulk of military expenditure is equipment and horse materials.
Because the soldiers' armor and weapons are all spiritual weapons.
War horses are all thousand-mile horses, otherwise they cannot maintain a high degree of maneuverability and maintain the power of the military formation.
A thousand-mile horse consumes several hundred taels of alfalfa horse feed every year.
It costs two to three thousand taels to equip an elite soldier!
Military expenditures account for less than 10% of military expenditures, which is a very low proportion.
Therefore, Luoning can significantly increase military pay.
Even if military pay is increased, the military pay for three hundred people will not exceed one hundred thousand taels a year.
He can totally afford this money.
Master Kong's savings alone were enough for him to squander it for a while.
Seeing the three hundred elites who looked like wolves and tigers, Luo Ning felt an unprecedented sense of security.
military power!
He was sure that the lords and temple masters would not have thought that he would conquer the morale of three hundred Tibetan warriors so easily.
So, if they want to win over three hundred soldiers and horses...
Luo Ning couldn't help but reveal a playful smile.
interesting.
Luo Ning took the equipment of 300 horses presented by Dorgon and 300 elite Tibetan cavalry who looked like wolves and tigers, and galloped down the Cangyan River under the stars and the moon.
The war horses are all thousand-mile horses and are extremely fast, capable of sprinting five hundred miles in an hour.
Of course, ordinary thousand-mile horses also need to rest. If they continue to march, they can only run more than a thousand miles a day on average.
Soon, Luo Ning saw a lonely and dangerous mountain peak under the moonlight, which was the Abba Temple.
Tomorrow happened to be the date for the gathering agreed with You Yan and others, but it was already late at night.
Just go directly to Abba Temple and wait for them to meet.
"Basang!" Luo Ning reined in his horse, "The three of you, take everyone and the horses, go to Naqin Manor first, and tell the Naqin leader that you will stay here for a few days."
"While I'm away, protect Dawalinka."
"La Suo!" The three hundred commanders took the order together, and the sound shook the night sky.
Then the three of them led the group and moved on, leaving only Luo Ning.
Luoning rode the sacred horse presented by Dorgon up the mountain, and saw the white Abba Temple on the top of the towering mountain.
This white stone temple worships the Qiang god ‘Abba Muta’.
The stone temple is very large, very dilapidated, and very ancient, but still has a magnificent momentum.
The strange feeling of familiarity came again.
According to Wei Zhongyi, his soul consciousness also came to this world through this Abba Temple.
The location of this temple is the interface channel through another world. Only at a special moment and with sufficient strength, this channel can be opened to them again.
Luo Ning performed a Wind Control Technique, flew into the air, and looked down at the ancient temple under the moonlight.
He didn't see anything unusual about this temple.
If there is no abnormality, it is unusual in itself.
"Young Master?" came a familiar hoarse voice from Abba's temple.
Then, a graceful figure appeared at the door of the temple, and the silver bell on her body made a sweet sound in the night.
You Yan.
"This subordinate has met the young master."
Luo Ning's body fell from the air and stood in front of You Yan, "Have you always been here?"
You Yan's eyes were a little deep in the melting moonlight, "I was in the Gulu tribe yesterday, and I just came to worship Abba Muta today. The young master will have a gathering with us tomorrow, and I need to come and prepare in advance.
"
"Thank you for your hard work." Luo Ning said as Shi Shiran entered the temple, "Who was the one who personally killed Jin Yanshou?"
It was definitely not You Yan, a seventh-grade monk, it could only be one of the remaining three.
There are four of Wei Zhongyi's 40 old troops in Xifan County.
In addition to You Yan, there are two sixth-grade monks and even a fifth-grade master.
He had only contacted these three people using the Soul Thought Card, but had not yet met in person.
"It's me." A voice of insignificant age came.
Immediately, a hunched man appeared in the moonlight.
He exuded the smell of a corpse, held a dry tobacco pipe, and his eyes were vacant and pale.
"Mr. Gu?" Luo Ning couldn't help but said in surprise.
He knew this person, it was the deaf-mute pallbearer of Yinyue Villa, Mr. Gu!
Gu Yunxiao, the fifth-level master among the three, turns out to be the coffin keeper of Yinyue Villa?