Dragon map of the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 945

When Baitu left Nanzhong Dudu's Mansion, his thoughts were still uneasy.

This is a multiple choice question.

Multiple choice questions about the life and death of the Bai people.

What Mu Jing said was high-sounding, but once the Bai people handed over the salt fields that the Bai people depended on for survival, the Bai people would lose their proper status, not only allowed to be slaughtered, but even among the barbarians, they might not be able to hold their heads up.

The Bai people are also called the White Barbarians. Among the barbarians, they can be considered to have a high status, precisely because they have mastered the salt fields, large and small salt wells, and countless innovations in salt-making technology, which are the capital of their survival for hundreds of years.

Lost this capital.

In the future, they can only completely rely on the Han people, and they will never have a chance to stand up.

But if they don’t hand it over, there will be no road at all. The old nests of the current Bai people have been breached, and the life and death of the whole family are in the hands of the Mujun.

"Patriarch!" A few warriors of the Bai nationality in the post came up to him.

An old Bai man asked in a low voice: "How is it, how will Master Minghou plan to treat our Bai people?"

"Old Wu, we have no chance!"

Bai Tu said bitterly.

This old man, named Baiwu, is a wizard of the Bai nationality. Wizards of the Bai nationality have been called Baiwu from generation to generation. From generation to generation, there is a wizard in each of the 36 caves of the barbarians. They master the art of passing on the family. Among wizards, ability is not outstanding, but it is more sophisticated and prudent.

"What's wrong?" White Witch asked.

"The Marquis of Ming allowed me to be the prefect of the Yue family!" Bai Tu said.

"What about the conditions?" Bai Wu held the snake's feet in his hand, his eyes were slightly incited.

"Hand over the saltworks!" Baitu said softly.

"no!"

"The salt farm is the foundation of our Bai people!"

"Our Bai people have survived in southern Xinjiang for generations, relying on these salt fields and salt wells. If we lose these things, how can we survive!"

"We fought them!"

All the chief marshals of the Bai nationality shouted excitedly.

"Quiet!"

The white witch raised the snake staff and stomped heavily on the floor, smashing a piece of blue brick, and the courtyard was considered quiet.

Bai Wu said: "Now it's not a question of whether we want to or not, but a question of whether we are choosing the present or the future. If we hand over the salt farm, the future of the Bai people is bleak, but if we don't hand over the salt farm, our Bai people will be punished by the Han people." The target used to kill chickens and monkeys, the whole family, the worst result, chickens and dogs will not stay!"

"Slaughtering our white man is tantamount to completely showing our face with the barbarians. Even if they have the upper hand now, can he still drive us barbarians to death?"

A burly white man said.

"Let's not talk about whether the barbarians will stand up for our Baiman!" Bai Tu smiled wryly: "Now that the barbarian kings have surrendered, even if our Bai people are slaughtered, the barbarians may not be willing to stand up. The barbarians can hide in Shiwan Dashan. There is no way to survive, once you come out, you will definitely die!"

"Patriarch, you are the head of the Bai clan!"

Bai Wu said in a low voice: "You can take this idea, I am willing to unconditionally support any decision you make, even if the Bai clan is really wiped out, it is fate, maybe the Great God Pangu has abandoned us!"

"I will not let the Bai people become history!"

Bai Tu himself still had some hesitation on his face, but suddenly became very firm, and he said word by word: "There is a saying in the Han people, if you keep the green hills, you don't have to worry about firewood. I believe that the Bai people can also survive!"

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Nanzhong Dudu's Mansion.

"Do you think Baitu will surrender the saltworks obediently?" Liu Jin asked Mujing in the hall.

"meeting!"

Mu Jing is very confident.

"why?"

"Because he has no choice at all!" Mu Jing said with a smile: "This seemingly choice has already been cut off by me. Unless he is willing to exterminate his entire family, otherwise he can only hand over the saltworks obediently!"

"If there is a salt field of the Bai people, then..." Liu Jin's eyes flashed a sharp light.

"The time has come to break the unity of these rich salt merchants!"

Mujing sneered.

It is hard for a clever woman to cook without rice. Previously, Mujing didn't have any bargaining chips, and the supply of goods was returned to the other side. He could only let the Dongguo family unite with the large and small salt merchants in Xichuan to monopolize the salt industry in Xichuan. They didn't even dare to take too much action to affect Salt industry development.

Salt has been a necessity of life since ancient times.

The salt industry is also a hugely profitable industry.

Xichuan is also a birthplace of salt. The well salt produced here and the sea salt from the East China Sea are the center of the world's salt industry.

There has been no income from salt in Yizhou's taxes for many years. Most of the salt income has been eaten up by these salt merchants. This part of the income is enough to make Mujing's eyes bloodshot, and he will kill God when he meets God. Meet the Buddha and kill the Buddha.

With the saltworks of the Bai people, there are too many opportunities for the Minghou Mansion to operate. It can even break the old salt order and re-establish a salt industry order centered on the Minghou Mansion.

"My lord, Meng Huo is here!"

The guards came in to report.

"Please!"

Mu Jing said indifferently: "By the way, let Huang Zhong escort you!"

He is afraid of death.

People with a family and a family are more afraid of death, so when seeing some dangerous people, Huang Zhong has to keep an eye on him, so that he can rest assured that now he can survive without desperately, and he will never have his own little one. Life matters.

"promise!"

The guardsmen surrendered and took orders.

Huang Zhong came soon after, hiding behind the screen, and he didn't show up. Meng Huo, when he walked in through the gate, was full of energy. The recuperation during this period of time had already restored him to [-] to [-] percent of his vitality.

But as soon as he came in, he felt a powerful aura covering the entire hall, and he immediately understood that as long as he made the slightest extra movement, facing him would be a blow like a storm.

"Barbarian Meng Huo, meet the lord!"

Meng Huo made a big gift, raised his hands on his chest, and knelt down on one knee.

This is a gift of allegiance.

The leader of the barbarian tribe will be appointed if he loses.

"The barbarian king doesn't need to be too polite!" Mu Jingxu gave a little support, and then became very hypocritically concerned: "Please sit down quickly, how is your physical injury?"

"The doctors under the lord's command are outstanding, and my body is fine!"

Meng Huo said.

"That's good!"

Mu Jing smiled and said, "I will also send a medical battalion to the wounded soldiers of the barbarian army to heal those wounded soldiers as much as possible. I cannot guarantee that every barbarian warrior can survive, but I hope more barbarian men can survive!"

This sentence is true.

He has regarded the barbarians as his main meal. The development of a place cannot do without the population, and the development of Nanzhong cannot do without the support of the barbarian population. One more barbarian will contribute more to the development of the four counties in Manzhong.

And he also planned to use the barbarian army, the barbarian tribe kept more young and strong, and the strength of the barbarian army was strong, which was also a good thing for him.

"Thank you, my lord, for your concern!" Meng Huo said softly.

Up to now, whether it is sincere or false, Meng Huo is already very satisfied with this attitude.

"The contract between you and me has been completed. From then on, the barbarian army will fight for me. Of course, I can also give you a promise. For ten years, as long as the barbarian army fights for me for ten years, I will never stop you from disarming and returning to the fields in the future." !" Mujing is no longer going around in circles, and when talking to barbarians, it is better not to be too subtle, because sometimes they can't understand, either they don't have enough brains, or they have been in the mountains for a long time, isolating the development of the outside world, and naturally they don't have them in their minds These people who count the heavens and the earth are complicated.

"ten years?"

Meng Huo twitched his eyebrows.

Regardless of whether this is true or not, it is more or less a hope.

"Thank you, my lord!" Meng Huo saluted respectfully: "From now on, I will fight for my lord in the world, and I will not hesitate to do anything!"

His Chinese is really slippery.

"The barbarian army also suffered a lot of casualties in this battle. I don't need too many soldiers and horses!" Mu Jing said, "I will form a Southern Central Army, with seven battalions and 1 soldiers. , For the [-] soldiers, the barbarian army can only send [-] young and strong men, and the other [-] will be recruited from the three counties of Yue, Yunnan, and Zang!

The idea of ​​establishing the South Central Army is not new now. Preparations have been made since the Southern Expedition. Once Nanzhong is captured, a South Central Army will be established.

The young and strong population in the four counties of Nanzhong can support an army of [-] troops, which is not too much, and they can easily form an army. Captives, remnants of soldiers...

These are veterans left over from brutal battles. It is not a problem to form an elite army. These veterans have experienced hundreds of battles, and they are not lacking in individual quality and battlefield experience. The key is the next running-in and harmony. Let this army form a collective combat effectiveness as soon as possible.

"Twelve thousand?" Meng Huo was a little surprised.

Since he lost, he had to appoint him. He had expected that Mujing would use barbarians, but Mujing only needed 1 warriors from the barbarians, which surprised him.

He was ready to let Mujing Lion open his mouth and send tens of thousands of troops, so he could only grit his teeth.

And he knew very well that Mu Jing's recruitment was different from Liu Yan's before, and he had to go to the battlefield.

With 1 warriors, the barbarians can easily get it out.

"I want elites!"

Mu Jing said indifferently: "Soldiers are more valuable than they are many. I have [-] Mu troops, but I can kill [-] of your barbarians. Why, because we are stronger than you!"

"The barbarian warriors are all elite!" Meng Huo said confidently.

"I hope so!"

Mu Jing smiled and said: "I have already thought about the establishment of the South Central Army. You will personally take up the position of Zhonglang General of the South Central Army. The Sima of the Left Army will be appointed by Yong Tong, and the Sima of the Right Army will be myself. The imperial appointments, left and right generals, left and right masters, and captains of the Seventh Battalion, this position can be discussed slowly, and you can also recommend them. Among the barbarians, there are many generals who are good at fighting. If you dare to recommend them, I dare to use them!"

"My lord, aren't you afraid that I will be in charge of the military alone?" Meng Huo narrowed his eyes.

"You dare to palm!"

Mu Jing shrugged.

After a pause, Mu Jing said again: "The situation in the world is changing too fast. Now that Nanzhong is flat, and the Minghou Mansion is in charge of the land of Yizhou, I can't leave Jiangzhou for too long. I can't stay in Nanzhong for long. After the spring, maybe The camp is about to go north, and the South Central Army must form an army as soon as possible. During this time, I will give you whatever you want, and what I want to see is a result!"

"promise!"

Meng Huo nodded.

(End of this chapter)