Salt, currently there will be some in the system's own warehouse, they are all high-quality snowflake salt, only a little different from the salt used by the royal family.
What Li Xiang wants is the fish from the salt mines and the huge lake on the westward journey. The fish can be preserved for a long time in the cold winter and can be frozen in ice and snow. It can be eaten and used to recruit farmers.
However, one problem is that the distance is not very close, it takes many days to walk, and a camp needs to be established there. The population of the Xiliang camp is still insufficient.
The miners in the mines need to be suppressed. They have just killed a group of troops sent by Qingzhu Village. If they divide their troops on the westbound road and Qingzhu Village sends troops again, how can they resist?
Back around the mine, Li Xiang still hadn't decided whether to go or not.
There are a lot of fish in the lakes recorded on the Jackal map. Fish weighing seven to eight kilograms can be seen everywhere, and fish weighing dozens of kilograms can be found near the lake.
The jackals can catch enough fish to eat for a long time without using any better tools. Their Xiliang camp has a dock and they can fish in the lake. They can harvest more fish than the jackals!
What limits the development of the Xiliang camp is food. If there is enough food, Li Xiangsui can recruit thousands of troops at will, will he still be afraid of the surrounding forces?
Mine
Zhang Qingyun looked outside nervously. Li Xiang left early in the morning with the soldiers guarding the mining area. It had only been a few hours now.
Some guys inside can't stand the loneliness. Except for a few Xiliang construction workers who are building various buildings in the camp, Zhang Qingyun doesn't know what to do if the people inside make trouble.
There are no good people among those who mine!
As long as one person makes a fuss, others will get angry and grab the supplies in the camp and run away. It is not an easy task for Li Xiang to get these people back in the freezing weather.
After spending a few days with Zhang Qingyun, Zhang Qingyun felt what kind of person Li Xiang was. He was cruel to foreign enemies, but very kind to his own people. Zhang Qingyun could not believe the level of trust he had in his soldiers.
You must know that in the northwest, even the closest people will be a little wary. Good people rarely go to the northwest, and even if they do, they will all die.
Zhang Qingyun knew that he and his mentor were no longer the upright gentlemen they were in the Daqian Dynasty. In the northwest, he learned to kill and scheme against others. His former self died after he killed someone.
The mentor didn't kill anyone, but when he was planning for the headmaster and his group, I don't know how many people died under the mentor's plan.
"嘡啷!"
The sound of iron tools colliding with stones was heard. Zhang Qingyun turned around and looked back. Several prisoners who had surrendered to Prime Minister Li appeared on the other side of the gate with iron picks for mining.
Zhang Qingyun turned around and looked at a few people by the firelight. Those people saw Zhang Qingyun: "Mr. Zhang, those people are leaving now. This is an opportunity to leave these people. The military advisor and the others should be very worried about you. Why don't you wait with me, sir?"
Leave this place?"
The leader slowly walked towards Zhang Qingyun, followed by four people. The five of them all held iron pickaxes used for mining. These are the weapons they can obtain for the time being. Weapons such as swords are impossible for Li Xiang.
Leave it to them.
As long as they run out of this place and give them time, they can return to Qingzhu Village and tell the boss and them everything that happened here.
Zhang Qingyun pulled out the big sword in his hand. This sword was brought to him by his mentor from the town. It was originally taken by Prime Minister Li to be used by a militiaman. Prime Minister Li returned the weapon to him in the morning.
The five people looked at the long knife that Zhang Qingyun pulled out. The long knife was shining with cold light, which made several people feel a little embarrassed. The leader said to Zhang Qingyun: "Sir, who doesn't know how you get together with these people?
Judging from the other party's attitude towards you, they do not regard you as one of their own, sir, please don't make the mistake."
"Stop!" Zhang Qingyun shouted sharply. There was only less than six meters between the leader and him. Zhang Qingyun looked at the five people coldly: "If you come closer again, don't blame me for being ruthless with the sword!"
Compared with Qingzhu Village, Zhang Qingyun found that he liked Xiliang better.
The soldiers in Xiliang didn't treat him very well, but here in Xiliang he couldn't feel the kind of calculations in Qingzhu Village. Qingzhu Village was full of calculations every day. Zhang Qingyun didn't like that kind of environment. Xiliang
The soldiers at the camp didn't treat him very well, but what belonged to him belonged to him, and no soldier would let his guard down because of jealousy.
Another point is that the soldiers in the Xiliang camp, like the Daqian soldiers, have the opportunity to train every day, they are uniform, and they move forward and backward as if they were one person.
This is a military formation, and this is the army's training method. Zhang Qingyun has read a lot of books, and he has learned a little about military art. He also wanted to train soldiers in Qingzhu Village according to the army's training method, but unfortunately not a single soldier obeyed.
Those people in Qingzhu Village are used to it. When the battle starts, they rush forward like a beehive. Military formation? What is that? Can they block their attack?
"No mercy under the sword?" The leading strong man smiled and stepped forward: "We, the outside minions, are still aware of Sir's fighting power. We read and talk about principles. We think we can't compare with Sir, but this time he uses the knife, Sir is still
Not so good!
Sir, please put down the knife and let us..."
The leader had a smile on his face, but when he saw a figure standing behind Zhang Qingyun, his words stopped!
Li Xiang wiped the snow on his head and said to the strong man who paused and did not continue speaking: "Keep talking!"
Zhang Qingyun turned around and saw Li Xiang standing far behind him, with a smile on his face. Li Xiang's return meant that the mine was safe.
Buzz!
Just as Zhang Qingyun opened his mouth to speak, a sharp horizontal knife flew past his ear, cutting off several hairs, and then Li Xiang rushed past him.
Four meters behind Zhang Qingyun, the prisoner leader who took the lead in speaking raised an iron pickaxe high and stabbed his heart with a horizontal knife. He looked a little unwilling.
Bang!
Li Xiang had already rushed in front of him, drew his sword with his right hand and kicked the opponent's abdomen away hard. The strong man flew back, and the four prisoners behind him had ashen faces.
They looked at each other and rushed towards Li Xiang with a pickaxe. Putting down the weapon would be death, resisting would be death, so why not give it a try!
Li Xiang held the horizontal knife and moved around. The horizontal knife easily split the clothes of several people. The strong smell of blood once again filled the cave. Li Xiang raised his head and looked at Zhang Qingyun, who was a little dull.
Zhang Qingyun saw the look in Li Xiang's eyes, and his legs felt a little weak, but he couldn't let Li Xiang look down on him, and said with a relaxed look on his face: "Fortunately, Camp Leader Li came back early, otherwise the little one would be in danger!"
"It's better to call sooner than later!" Li Xiang put away his knife: "Go and call a few people to come out and deal with these corpses!"
