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¡°Coming to Zhuoxian is like entering another world.¡±
A young scribe looked at the surrounding environment and sighed. Everyone here is smiling, the roads are clean and tidy, and the spirit of the people is much better than in other places.
"It would be a good place to move the tribe here." The young scholar said to himself. He was handsome and well-groomed. Standing in front of the city gate, he stood out from the crowd and was very eye-catching.
"I heard that Fengxiao was an official under Liu Zhe. It's good to see him this time. I haven't seen him for many years, but I miss him very much." The young scholar thought for a while and made a plan in his mind.
"Sir, if you want to enter the city, please do it as soon as possible. Please don't stop others." At this time, a soldier guarding the city gate came over and said to the young scribe. His attitude was neither humble nor arrogant, polite and respectful, and the young scribe couldn't help but take a high look.
???Looking at the other soldiers, they were full of energy, standing upright, and did not extort money from the people entering the city. This was completely different from other places.
The young scribe didn¡¯t say much, but stepped aside to let the people pushing carts behind him enter the city. He saluted the soldiers and asked: "Excuse me, is there a young man named Guo Jia and Guo Fengxiao next to your state pastor?"
"Sir, do you know Guo's staff?" The soldier was surprised but also wary.
The young scribe nodded and said with a smile: "Exactly, he and I are old friends. Is he in the county?"
The soldier shook his head and said: "He is not in the county. He went out of the city with Zhou Mu. What do you want to do with him? If there is nothing urgent, you can wait for a few days. If it is urgent, I can take you to the county government office. Lord The book is in the county."
After the young scribe thanked the soldier, he did not rush to find Guo Jia, but continued to stroll around the city.
By noon, Zhuoxian became noisy, and the whole county seemed to be boiling. There was a buzz of people, and many people walked out of the city.
"What happened?" The young scribe felt strange and found a hawker who had not left to ask.
¡°Young Master, you don¡¯t know?¡± The hawker glanced at the young scribe in surprise, and then affirmed: ¡°Young Master must not be from Zhuo County or even Zhuo County, right?¡±
"I came from Yingchuan and arrived in your land for the first time." The young scribe replied.
The hawker smiled and said: "It's no wonder, the captains and Heilin troops who suppressed the rebellion are back today."
The Black Lin Army?
Young scribes have heard of this team. It is said that Liu Zhe personally spent a lot of money to build a team. They put down the Yellow Turbans and made them famous all over the world. Some people even call it the most powerful team in Youzhou and even the Han Dynasty. Compared to the Bingzhou cavalry, the Xuzhou Danyang soldiers were even more powerful.
"If you want to see it, sir, I suggest you go up there and wait until Master Huizhou Mu will let them parade around the city." The vendor pointed at the restaurant behind the young scribe. The restaurant was three stories high and you could look down from above. The terrain is very good and a lot of people are already crowded there.
After the young scribe expressed his gratitude to the hawker, he felt curious, so he went to the restaurant, ordered some food and drinks, and waited slowly.
The drums were beating loudly outside, and the cheers of the people were endless.
"It's coming, it's coming." Someone shouted from upstairs, and with a crash, almost everyone on this floor rushed to the window to watch.
The young scribe also walked to the window and looked out curiously.
Not far away, a black cavalry team appeared on the street.
After seeing them appear, the people surrounding the street cheered loudly, the sound was deafening. Some brave little girls blushed and threw some tokens into the hands of a certain cavalry, while there were also children who laughed and ran with the team. There was also an old man smoking a cigarette nearby and praising it repeatedly.
This is the Black Lin Army?
The young scribes were surprised. They were in an orderly formation, with firm steps, riding on horses, and wearing black armor, which was majestic and breathtaking. After they took off their helmets, they were surrounded by the people. Their faces showed shy and unnatural expressions, which was far from their might.
"It's really amazing. It would be great if I could join the Black Lin Army." Someone in the restaurant sighed.
"Don't dream, you have to lose at least half of your figure." A companion joked.
"Don't think that it's easy to join the Black Lin Army. If you can join the reserve force of the Black Lin Army, the security team will consider you powerful." Someone attacked.
"The Black Lin Army is Liu Zhoumu's favorite. Do you know how much a Black Lin Army costs?" someone said.
"How many?"
The young scribe was also curious about this question and couldn't help but listen attentively.
"At least one hundred gold or more."
"One hundred gold? How is that possible?" Some people didn't believe it.
"Don't believe it, let me count it for you. Look at their mounts. They are all bought from the grasslands outside the Great Wall. One horse is worth dozens of gold, right? Then you are looking at their armor. A set of armor also costs dozens. Gold, this doesn¡¯t include the gauntlets and helmets. Let¡¯s look at the weapons in their hands, such as long spears and short knives. Do you think this can be made without a hundred gold?¡±
The young scribe smiled, but that person was actually wrong!
In the opinion of young scribes, a Black Lin Army cavalry costs at least two hundred gold. Their set of equipment alone is worth more than a hundred gold. If these equipment were used elsewhere, they would be heirlooms, but here they are ordinary standard equipment.
¡°It seems like this Liu Zhe is really not an ordinary person. The young scribe sighed in his heart