Nu Yalang of Tang Dynasty

Kucha Town New Town, residential area.

Zhang Yanling, who is short but strong, walked into the small building with two eaves where he lived, carrying two bundles of firewood.

Avoiding the children playing in the yard and pushing away the old dog wagging its tail with his feet, Zhang Yanling walked into the kitchen, put the firewood next to the stove, wiped the sweat with his arm, and said to Wang Hong who was lighting the fire:

"The government has said that the rosters of each household have been completed. The heads of households can just go to Fang Zhenghua to sign and confirm."

Wang Hong responded, stirred up the fire, and when the water boiled, he called the women at home to start cooking.

Then, he walked to the small courtyard, looked at everything around him, and sighed to Zhang Yanling: "It took me half a year to come to Anxi from Hedong. Now I have arrived in Qiuci, and I have finally settled down. Looking back now, I just feel

It’s like a dream.”

Zhang Yanling: "Thousands of miles away, religious groups have donated food, medicine, and guides along the way. Otherwise, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to survive until now."

Wang Hong nodded and said: "Before I joined the religion, I thought that going west to the Promised Land in the doctrine was just a myth. But now it seems that there is really an arrangement somewhere."

Zhang Yanling put his hand into his arms, took out a handful of fried beans, and handed it to Wang Hong. The latter saw it and said, "Why haven't you changed your habit of hiding your food with you?"

Zhang Yanling threw the beans into his mouth one by one and said: "The problems caused by the famine cannot be changed."

Wang Hong sighed and changed the topic: "Now that you have come to Anxi, what are your plans in the future?"

Zhang Yanling was a little confused: "I found a job as a cargo carrier among Sinong Li. Although the pay is not much, I can still make ends meet."

Wang Hong: "You are still young and have a quick wit. If you only work as a coolie, I'm afraid you will be undermining your talents."

Zhang Yanling: "Where is Liulang? What do you plan to do in the future?"

Wang Hong: "My uncle in the clan originally ran a hunting equipment business in Hedong, and now he plans to resume his old business in Qiuci... As for me, I once wanted to join the army, but later I was unable to do so for some reason. I heard that the Anxi army was strong, so I

Thinking of trying my luck again."

Zhang Yanling suddenly became interested when he heard this: "If Liu Lang joins the army, can you take me with you?"

Before Wang Hong could speak, a cry came from outside the door: "The officers and soldiers are coming!"

When Zhang Yanling heard this, he jumped up as a conditioned reflex, trying to find a place to hide.

Wang Hong couldn't laugh or cry when he saw it: "This is Anxi, not Hedong."

After saying that, Wang Hong stood up, walked to the entrance of the courtyard, and asked the believer who came to report the news: "What's going on?"

The believer said: "There is a cavalry of 200 people, all of whom are elites. They have just entered the market from North Street and are now heading to Dayinglong Temple. We are worried that the visitor is not good, so we came to ask Liulang for advice."

Wang Hong frowned and asked, "Did you tell me your intention?"

Church member: "The cavalry troops are well-equipped, even better than the guards, and their equestrian skills are also excellent. No one in the church dares to ask questions."

Zhang Yanling walked over and said: "The Dayinglong Temple where these soldiers are going is the largest religious temple in the new city. It is also the place where many religious leaders stay and preach. What should we do if the visitor is not good?"

Wang Hong said: "Call some people and go over and have a look."

Zhang Yanling: "Liu Lang, if the soldiers attack, shouldn't we bring some handy weapons?"

Wang Hong thought for a moment, shook his head and said: "This place is under the rule of the Anxi Protectorate. Since the government has taken us in, it should not be in trouble with the religious people. Bringing weapons there may cause misunderstandings."

The others heard this and nodded in agreement.

Soon, a group of believers, led by Wang Hong, arrived at the gate of Dayinglong Temple.

More than 200 heavily armed knights stood in front of the temple gate seemingly casually, with no church members allowed to enter or exit.

Wang Hong couldn't help but feel a little frightened when he saw the equipment of those knights and their appearance.

Just by looking at their eyes and posture, Wang Hong could tell that these soldiers were elite border troops who had been fighting among the dead. If they were to confront those soldiers in the capital, they might not have started fighting yet.

The momentum of these frontier troops alone can scare them into retreating without a fight.

Wang Hong carefully approached and found a leader of the cavalry. He bowed and saluted: "A certain person named Wang Hong is a leader among the refugees. I would like to ask you military lords, why do you come to the temple?

"

The person in charge was none other than Sun Aying, the captain of Zhou Jun's personal soldiers.

Seeing that the visitor had an extraordinary conversation, Sun Aying also handed over his hand and replied: "Our master and Master Yinglong are old friends. We are here just for a chat. There is no ill intention. You can rest assured."

When Wang Hong heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief and took a few steps back.

After informing Yinglong's fellow believers of the situation, most of them gradually dispersed, leaving only Wang Hong, Zhang Yanling and some fellow believers to stay and wait and see what would happen.

Taking advantage of this stall, Zhang Yanling looked at the equipment of this group of cavalry and couldn't help being envious. He whispered to Wang Hong: "Wang Liulang, look at that horse. Is it a fake Wusun horse?"

And that sword, with patterns like clouds and countless overlapping layers, it is a real treasured sword!"

Perhaps the voice was a little louder, and a soldier in the cavalry heard the words.

The latter raised his head and chest and replied arrogantly: "That's natural. You don't even want to think about whose subordinates we are."

Sun Aying heard this and shouted at the soldier: "Ban Wei Zheng!"

Ban Wei Zheng shrank his neck and did not dare to speak any more.

Wang Hong heard this from the side and was thoughtful. Then he walked to Sun Aying's side, cupped his hands and said, "If I read it right, the packhorse carrying beryllium under the tree is actually beryllium?"

(The beryllium gun is relatively rare in the armaments of the Tang army and is a type of rifle. The gun head and body have interfaces and can be disassembled and stored or assembled and spliced. Its weight is several times that of ordinary rifle guns. It is usually made of

Used by strong heavy infantry in the army, its main purpose is to break down walls and attack fortresses.)

Sun Aying was a little surprised and asked Wang Hong: "Have you ever joined the army?"

Wang Hong: "I have read military books for several years and practiced some martial arts. In the early years, I once wanted to go to Luoyang to participate in the martial arts competition, but unfortunately I was unable to do so."

Hearing words such as "Book of War" and "Martial Arts", Sun Aying looked at Wang Hong more seriously and deliberately asked a few questions about troop formation, to which the latter answered fluently.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Sun Aying nodded, took off the bow from his back, handed it to Wang Hong, and asked: "Can you draw the bow?"

Wang Hong glanced at the bow body and said softly: "It's too light."

After saying that, Wang Hong walked straight to the tree, took off the head and body of the straw from the pack horse, and assembled it into a straw.

Then, he came to the courtyard in front of the temple, held dozens of kilograms of beryllium in both hands, and performed the marksmanship in front of everyone.

All I could see was that the wind was like a gangbang, and the dark shadows were as heavy as heavy.

The heavy beryllium tree blew up the dust on the ground, and scraped the branches and leaves on the trees. For a moment, sand and rocks flew, and the forest made a noise, causing the onlookers to shout loudly.

Waiting for Wang Hong to stop dancing, Sun Aying nodded and asked: "You said you are the leader among the refugees?"

Wang Hong: "As refugees travel along the way, tigers, wolves, thieves and bandits are constantly on the move. There must be someone to train everyone and protect themselves. Hong Hong has gained the trust of everyone and is fortunate to be the leader."

Sun Ah Ying took off his waist badge, threw it to Wang Hong, and said: "Take this and come to the Xituo Gate of the Duhu Mansion tomorrow, and someone will recommend you an official position."

Wang Hong took the belt card, bowed to Sun Aying and said, "Thank you for your appreciation."

At this moment, the temple door opened wide.

Zhou Jun walked out of the main hall, followed by a monk in black robes.

When the refugees outside the temple gate saw the black-robed monk, they all saluted and called him Priest Daois.

Yis looked at the people outside the door and vaguely guessed the purpose of these people's visit. He was moved and said: "I have nothing to do, and there is nothing in the teaching. Everyone, please go back."

Zhou Jun looked at the group of refugees and said to Yis: "It was you who brought these poor people living in dire straits to Anxi. You saved countless people and brought the gospel to this world."

Yis shook his head and said with emotion: "Whether it's a book or a prophecy, it was actually Zhou Lang who actually saved these people."

Zhou Jun smiled, patted Yisi on the shoulder, and said, "Rescuing these people is just the first step. There is still a long way to go in the future."