"My nephew originally said that Shule is the carapace on the back of a giant tortoise. Without this carapace, our giant tortoise in the Jin Kingdom would be defenseless."
In front of the map, Zhang Zhao was still analyzing the situation with Li Shengtian.
"But you can only be a thief for a thousand days, but there is no way to prevent a thief for a thousand days. No matter how hard and thick the carapace is, it will break if it is hit anytime and anywhere! So we still need to make up for another shortcoming, then
It’s the head of this giant turtle!”
As Zhang Zhao spoke, he nodded heavily at Mal Yinang, while Li Shengtian breathed a strange sigh of relief. Fortunately, the giant turtle's head was not talking about himself.
"Look, uncle, if we can occupy the entire Malyinang Basin now! Then we only need to build a city here to block the mouth of the valley.
This is just like having the strength of Wei Han. When we are prosperous, we can stretch out our heads and go out of the valley to attack the aging Persian Samanid Kingdom.
When you are in embarrassment, you can withdraw and stay in seclusion to recuperate and wait for the weather. Only in this way can the giant turtle of the Jin Kingdom survive for thousands of years."
The mouth of the valley pointed by Zhang Zhao was later known as Khujand in the Fergana Basin.
The Fergana Basin is really a treasure. The Syr Darya River passes through the basin. The river brings convenient transportation and nourishes the land on both sides.
The surrounding snow-capped mountains and high mountains have melted snow, which is very suitable for agricultural development.
Moreover, the terrain in the basin is flat, which is convenient for extending in all directions, and can form a self-contained agricultural economic cycle.
At the same time, the surrounding snow-capped mountains with an altitude of several thousand meters are the natural city walls of the basin, completely blocking the way for foreign enemies to enter the basin.
Because the army that can still fight after crossing the snow-capped mountains has to wait until the Napoleonic Old Guard and the gray animals led by the Russian hunk Suvorov at the earliest. The army of this era is unthinkable.
Then as long as a strong city is built in Khujand, it can be self-contained. Relying on the abundant agricultural resources in the basin, as long as there is no internal chaos, the enemy will not be able to break in.
Li Shengtian's eyes lit up. He stretched out his hand tremblingly and touched the map on the map, which was once under the jurisdiction of the Dudu Mansion of Xiuxun Prefecture in the Tang Dynasty and is now occupied by the Karakhan people.
Basin, this word is really appropriate, the surrounding mountains protect the flat valley, it really looks like a basin.
This is a treasure land! Li Shengtian suddenly felt that this place seemed familiar. Isn't this Malyinang the Guanzhong Plain in Anxi?
Li Shengtian couldn't help but feel hot all over. If the Kingdom of Jin could own this place, just as Zhang Erlang said, it could prosper the Persian Samani Kingdom and retreat enough to protect itself.
In history, didn't the reason why Qin was able to destroy the six kingdoms rely on the Guanzhong Plain and Weihan's strength?
It is indeed because of this place that the Kingdom of Jin can survive for thousands of years!
"Does uncle know what would happen if Saktu Bugla Khan of the Kara Khanate completely digested Malyi Nang?"
Zhang Zhao is still putting further pressure on Li Shengtian!
"The Karakhanids can use Shule City to fight against us, and at the same time they can dominate the Malyinang Basin and continue to absorb nutrients from the declining Persian Samanid state.
At the same time, he still has the Land of Seven Rivers, and he can also use Balasagun and Malyinang to constantly use money to attract more Tianfang Sect God Warriors to the East.
At that time, even if we can defeat them five or ten times, he can still bear it, but as long as we lose once or twice, we will immediately go bankrupt and our country will be destroyed!"
Zhang Zhao roared loudly, and Li Shengtian, who was still immersed in the beautiful vision of opening up the map, was so frightened that his whole body went cold.
That’s right! If the Kara Khanate had Mar Yinang, it would become a powerful Qin!
So what is the Kingdom of Jin? Is it South Korea and Wei, which can only survive, or Zhao, which is eaten alive?
"Excuse me, uncle, do you think cousin Cong De can compare with you?" Zhang Zhao saw that Li Shengtian already knew how powerful he was, and decided to give him the final spiritual blow again.
The cousin Cong De he refers to is Li Congde, the prince of the Jin Kingdom of Khotan and the eldest son of Cao Yuanxin. He is currently studying Buddhism at his uncle's house. He is also the Yuchi Sula in history.
Li Shengtian shook his head, obviously thinking of the purpose of Zhang Zhao's question, and said in a low voice with a pale face.
"Cong De is kind-hearted and well-versed in Buddhist scriptures. He can treat people well and govern the country, but compared to someone else, he is still quite inferior!"
When Zhang Zhao heard this, he immediately grabbed Li Shengtian's sleeve and shouted loudly.
"My nephew heard that loyal and brave ministers will not put the monarch into danger, and a loving father will always leave the best to his children and grandchildren.
The current situation of the Great Jin Kingdom is like climbing halfway up a snow-capped mountain. If you slack off, you are in danger of falling down the mountain. If you work hard, you can reach the top!
Uncle! Now that Saktu's army is trapped in Balashagon, he has not yet fully recovered the land of Mar Yinang and Qihe. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!
How can we hesitate at this time? At this moment of life and death, we should let men fight and women be lucky. All six armies should attack together and decide Anxi in one battle!
Uncle! If you cannot complete this great deed, your descendants will be slaughtered by the powerful Karakhanids!
Uncle! Don’t leave your descendants to worry about!"
Zhang Zhao's roar frightened the palace guards and officials in Tonghe Palace, and the maids shivered. The king of 700,000 people! If you get angry, you will die!
However, contrary to everyone's expectations, Li Shengtian seemed to be trapped in a nightmare. He kept pacing in circles and murmured, 'Don't leave the worries of your descendants! Don't leave the worries of your descendants!'
Suddenly! After chanting for countless times, Li Shengtian, who was dripping with cold sweat, suddenly grabbed Zhang Zhao's hands.
"Erlang, can you blast open the city wall of Shule within two months? Saktu has been going to Balashagon for four months. If we move slowly, I'm afraid it will be too late!"
Sure enough, he is still a hero who can clearly see the interests and benefits. Although he is only the leader of a small country in the Western Region, he also likes extravagance and saves face.
But at the most critical moment, he can still make the right decision and be more decisive.
"Yes!" Zhang Zhao gritted his teeth and agreed in one breath.
"My nephew has already sent people to investigate the area around Shule, and Shi Chongmin has already chosen the location to dig the tunnel!"
"Okay! I give you full authority to call on all the miners in the Donghe Prefecture Coal Plant. Anyone who dares to disobey will be killed without fail, even the son of the lonely king!"
As he spoke, Li Shengtian took off the Buddhist beads he usually wore on his chest and hung them around Zhang Zhao's neck. His face was filled with a look of solemnity. It seemed that he still knew what Zhang Zhao was doing in the carbon factory.
"And this, this is the contact information for all the latent Buddhist forces from Ya'erkan (Yarkan) to Pianzhou City (Yingjisha), Yanduzhou, and Artush.
The lonely king appoints you as General Dingbei. He will lead the army with a thousand troops and horses, and a palace guard of 500. He will gather Buddhist monks and believers as the vanguard to surround Shule City!"
Uh! Zhang Zhao didn't understand Li Shengtian's intention. With his little wealth, even if he added 500 palace guards, he couldn't besiege Shule City!
After all, it is the capital of a country, with more than 7,000 troops stationed in the city and tens of thousands of people in the city.
As for the Buddhists and temple monks north of Yarkand mentioned by Li Shengtian, Zhang Zhao has completely ignored them.
This sounds like a mob, and they won't fully cooperate with him. Not to mention their combat effectiveness, these people may have a negative effect.
