Recuba Dysai is a city west of Peshawar and the front line of the coalition forces' resistance. It is in this place that the Mitra coalition defeated the Ming Dynasty. Now, there are crowds of people here, and the streets are occasionally passing by aristocratic soldiers riding horses.

Sarozo pulled the turban to make him less conspicuous. He quickly walked to the side. When passing a house, he kept his throat down and said, "Give me a glass of milk."

Most of the houses here are relatively low.

The windows are wide open, which is equivalent to a counter-style one.

The thin black man from the house skillfully picked up the wooden cup and took a cup of thick milk from the wooden barrel beside him. Sarozo took it and didn't care about the fishy smell. He took a sip. He slapped his left hand cross-body on the pillar, and his light was watching the crowd on the street.

"How is the situation?"

The thin black man who packed up his things kept his hands down, lowered his head and whispered: "There are already inquiring about it. There are more than 50,000 troops here now, of which the Meerat dynasty sent 20,000 troops, and the others were summoned."

Sarozo smiled and nodded to the people passing by from time to time: "Continue."

Then put down the cup and strode forward.

He returned home and came to the gift.

I opened a book placed in the drawer, picked up a pen, and started writing it in a hurry.

If others saw it, they would probably be shocked, because the words on it are not Sanskrit, nor are they any language on the earth that poisons the body, but are obviously the Great Ming language.

This person's identity is about to emerge.

The turmoil also gave the Ming spies some opportunity to take advantage of. Sarozo, whose name is Qiao Ye, was the first to surrender to the Ming Dynasty. Kshatriya. After studying in Lanye City and Baglan, his Ming Dynasty was already very familiar with it. Moreover, because his hometown was once here, he would send it here.

Recuba Daizai is not the city we imagine. It is better to be a large village. It has many trees and altitudes, so the weather is not hot. It is also the intersection of the sacred civilization and the Greek civilization.

"Sarozo, Cerhukola called us over." At this time, a shout came from outside.

Hula is here.

He immediately closed the book and hid it.

Hula has a white face, but is mostly black, and is also a Kshatriya.

After the Aryan invaded the body and poison, not all the indigenous people became lower-class people, and some indigenous nobles also became Kshatriyas, and Hula is such an example.

"What did he tell us to do?"

Hu Latan spread his hands and said in a unique tone of body poisoning: "Don't you want food yet."

Cerhukola, an envoy sent by the dynasty, was specifically responsible for the matters of negotiation with the locals. Sarozo's eyes flashed and he followed Hula.

It is also a private house, but a little older, Hula sat on a long blanket, with her chest bare and holding a woman in her arms. The woman was not old, probably less than ten years old, with a slightly black cheek, and her eyes looked pitiful and charming.

Sarozo has long been used to it. Such things happen very frequently here. There are many women who are treated as goods. Not many people come, but most of them are local Kshatriya.

As soon as Cerhukola opened her mouth, she said, "I need your help."

Hula said, "I don't know where you need us."

Cerhukola: "The alien race will invade again when it will not know when it will invade again. At that time, it will probably be even more powerful than the first time. We need mature soldiers to help the dynasty overcome this difficulty."

The meaning of this is very obvious. I want to recruit them into the army. Don’t think that it’s just them. They are the representatives. As long as they join the army, many people will also join.

They are Kshatriya and have symbolic meanings.

Everyone looked at each other, but there was no way to refuse. One person asked carefully: "Cherukola, we are willing to participate, but we want to know who the other party is?"

Cerkora sighed, pushed away the little girl in her arms, and said, "I will tell you the truth, this is the enemy we face more terrifying than before. They are from the Great Yuezhi people, from the north, very cruel. They once drove us away, but now they are chasing us again."

Cerhukola is a mixed race between the Seyats and the Greeks. The Meerat dynasty now has the same identity. When the Great Yuezhi went south, many Seyats moved to the south, and one of them moved here. After Backetlia's independence, there was also a brilliant history. One of the generals attacked the poison and occupied a large amount of places. Later, they became independent and formed the current Meerat dynasty.

They did not get blocked, and they knew a little about what happened in Backetlia. Moreover, the current king of the Meerat dynasty is also a king of Serbia, and his ability is much greater than that of another king of Serbia.

After learning about everything that happened outside, he began to worry that one day the Great Moon Era would enter the body poisoning, so he was always on guard against all this.

Many caravans of Li Mu's sect were imprisoned by him.

It was precisely his caution that when the Ming Dynasty just launched an attack, he mobilized the domestic army and prepared to fight an ambush.

As a result, he won.

"The one that is attacked now is the most powerful in the Great Yuezhi territory. I believe no one will like it." Cerxukola said: "They love to burn, kill, loot the most, and the most important point..."

"One of their favorite things is to seize the wealth of the nobles and then divide them to the poor."

There was an uproar.

Some Kshatriya, who didn't know the truth, immediately widened their eyes. How could this be done?

To the poor?

They would rather be confiscated than see this scene.

So they were filled with righteous indignation, and a sense of resentment and resistance arose in their hearts. Cerkora glanced at it and showed a smile, but a trace of lingering fear flashed in his eyes. He had experienced the war personally.

On the battlefield, the most ferocious ones were those scattered people and a series of people in the mountain pass. Cerhukola was very familiar with these people, and never thought that why the people who have always been weak suddenly became ferocious.

This is something he can't understand.

Sarozo stood quietly aside without interrupting. After receiving the education of the Ming Dynasty, he did not feel how noble his identity as Kshatriya was.

Besides, I just had an identity before and didn’t have much money at all.

Once he succeeds, he can get a lot of rewards, so no one can stop him from making achievements. After talking for a long time, he has not obtained valuable news. Sarozo shook his head and returned home again, thinking about how to better collect information.
Chapter completed!