Dunhuang City and Mingsha Mountain are known as one of the four major Mingsha Mountains in China. Mingsha, a thing like Mingsha, has been studied scientifically for three times in later generations. In this era, it is even more unpredictable.
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"Shazhou Illustrated Book" records that the sound of sand is heard in the mountain and can be heard in the city. People who visit Shashan Mountain should have few couples, or they may be afraid before going there, so they dare not go forward.
And today, at the foot of Mingsha Mountain, where the sound of diabolo is constantly emitting, under a sun and moon flag of the Tang Dynasty and the banner of the Jiedushi Envoy of the Guiyi Army, an old man with more than ten maids and a knight in golden armor are
Meeting.
Cao Yijin was leading the maid in a brocade skirt, and Zhang Zhao was riding with a young man in golden armor.
"Zhang Erlang! My uncle is here, why don't he dismount his horse and take off his armor to salute!"
Cao Yijin was wearing a loose robe and looked like he was going on an outing. The table under Jiedushi's banner was filled with fine wines and delicacies.
Fortunately, there was no strong wind and no sand at this time, otherwise we would have had to eat sand.
Zhang Zhao quickly dismounted and handed the reins to Cao Shishi and Cao Yanming, who was beside him with a somewhat evasive look.
"Great Kungfu! I really haven't noticed that you, Zhang Erlang, have secretly practiced martial arts. Zhang Zhong, an old dog, really has some skills!"
Cao Yijin praised loudly. Even though it was just a small dismount, it could greatly demonstrate the knight's skill and strength.
Because ordinary people wear dozens of kilograms of heavy armor, they cannot dismount without assistance. However, Cao Yijin never imagined that Zhang Zhao's martial arts was not secretly taught by Zhang Zhong, but came from later generations.
"Uncle Suo, do you think my nephew looks like a Taibao Lord in this armor?" Zhang Zhao took off the phoenix-winged bag on his head, threw it to Cao Yanming next to him, and asked Cao Yijin with a smile.
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Cao Yijin's original wife, Suo Shi, was the daughter of Suo Xun, the fourth-generation military governor of the Guiyi Army. At this time, there were still some matrilineal clan traditions, so Zhang Zhao called Cao Yijin his uncle of the Suo family.
"Puppy slave, Mr. Taibao is blessed with talents. You only have a few horses and a few swords. How dare you compare yourself to Mr. Taibao? I think you are somewhat similar to the emperor in white!"
When Cao Yijin saw Zhang Zhao's tired look, he immediately changed his attitude. The two of them really looked like a meeting between an uncle and his nephew.
"Uncle, my father lost his country, do you really think it was just because he had great ambitions and lack of talents?" Zhang Zhao walked to the table where Cao Yijin had placed fine wines, picked up a glass of grape wine and drank it.
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"At that time, the Zhang family's strength was weakened after several internal strife, so the wealthy Guasha Tanger family took the opportunity to support my father and used war to consolidate power.
And you clans with Sogdian blood just stood by and watched the fun, and you waited until the game was really gone, and the Ganzhou Xianyou troops came to the city to fight, but unfortunately it was too late, and the Zhang family finally stabilized after they sacrificed me!"
Zhang Zhao had a playful expression on his face, "Uncle, tell me, if someone can say these words, does he look like me, the emperor in white clothes? Or does he look like my great-grandfather Taibao Gong?"
Zhang Yichao, that is a great hero, of course he is wise and powerful.
But Zhang Zhao's father Zhang Chengfeng is not. In a sense, he is a tool used by the Guasha Tanger clan to compete for power.
I was praised by a group of people every day by writing limericks, and I thought that the Guiyi Army back then was still the Guiyi Army that was so powerful in Hexi during the Zhang Yichao period.
After breaking through a few tribes of brilliant micro-humans, I thought I was invincible, but was knocked down in the dust by a punch from the Ganzhou Uighur.
You can be Zhang Yichao! But Zhang Zhao will never become the second Zhang Chengfeng.
The relaxed expression on Cao Yijin's face disappeared in an instant. He waved his hand and asked the maid next to him to step back. He straightened his clothes and stared at Zhang Zhao.
"Who said this to you?"
It's no wonder that Cao Yijin was nervous, because what Zhang Zhao said was true.
Back then, Zhang Zhao's father, the white-clothed emperor Zhang Chengfeng, relied on the Han people in Guasha and got rid of the control of his aunt Li and several cousins. The Han people in Guasha had been encouraging Zhang Chengfeng to conquer everywhere, because the only option was war.
,Only in war mode can power be gathered as quickly as possible.
Sure enough, during Zhang Chengfeng's Western Han Jinshan Kingdom's war against the Canwei people, the Gaochang Uighurs, and the Suzhou Long family, power quickly concentrated in the hands of the Guasha Haner family headed by Zhang Chengfeng, while the Cao Yijin family like
Families who are of mixed Sogdian descent have suffered losses and been marginalized.
At that time, both sides were waiting to see each other's jokes, and both thought the other was stupid, but they never thought about it. Fighting will lead to fighting, but if the Guiyi Army is gone, where will they stand?
These people didn't realize they were out of luck until they ran into the Ganzhou Uighurs and were attacked by soldiers.
But these things cannot be understood without a high level of political acumen, not to mention that they were all things 20 years ago. The old people who were fooled back then had a tacit understanding to avoid talking about it, and the new generation
, I have no impression of this at all.
How did Zhang Erlang know this?
Zhang Zhao knew Cao Yijin's doubts. He pointed to his head and said, "Uncle, my nephew has figured this out for himself!"
Just kidding, I am a time-traveler who became famous in the big P agency that has Class-A war criminals per capita. I am also a history uploader on Uncle Chen’s video site. I don’t know how many historical events I have seen the same situation before I time-travelled.<
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For example, I watched with a cold eye and let Li Hefei's Huai army go to challenge the whole country of Japan. Isn't it very similar to the Guiyi Army's Jinshan Kingdom? There are so many living examples, Zhang Zhao still can't understand this?
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This is caused by the huge difference in knowledge and information exposure between modern people and ancient people. The ancient people’s cherished experiences have been analyzed and told many times by many people in later generations.
"What a good boy! You can fight one against a hundred, you can make a divine arm bow, and you have such vision. It seems that Yan Nai is right, you are indeed a hero!
But with such a sharp edge, aren't you afraid that I will chop you into pieces with a knife at my command?"
Cao Yijin narrowed his eyes and no longer regarded Zhang Zhao as a young tiger, but as a dormant hidden dragon.
Zhang Zhao smiled and gently put down the wine glass in his hand, "If uncle were really the king of a unified country, I would have disappeared long ago without even saying these words.
It's a pity that you are not, you are just a paper framer for those of us who have lost our country and our families! Are there two thousand warriors like Ma Yaozi and Captain Yan in the entire Guiyi Army?"
Cao Yijin never expected that Zhang Zhao could say such words. He was even more surprised than before, and even more dumbfounded.
After all, he, Cao Yijin, is also the King of Tuosi who controls the life and death of two to three million people, and has nearly ten thousand soldiers under his command. This Erlang only has more than a hundred people under his command, so he is regarded as a paper framer!
However! Cao Yijin sighed again. What he said was actually correct. He smiled wryly and stretched out a finger to shake it.
"Two thousand? If I had two thousand warriors like this, would they have retreated from Ganzhou City? I had already fought in Liangzhou. Two thousand? It's not even one thousand. If I had a dozen of them, I could collect five or six hundred.
It’s just a human being.”
"Then my uncle also talked about killing someone? We only have a few people. Today you gave my nephew a way. I don't know if I will help the Cao family in the future.
Also, I think that what Sanniangzi said to her nephew, "It would be nice to have another Taibao Gong", did I hear it from you? The man in Dunhuang City who was always worried that his children and grandchildren would become barbarians also heard it from you.
You?"
"You little little slave, do you understand the difference between Hu and Han? Do you know what Tang'er is? Do you know what the Tang Dynasty is like? Have you been to Chang'an?"
Cao Yijin was a little confused and a little disdainful. He felt that Zhang Zhao was telling lies.
Because for people like Zhang Zhao, when Zhu Quanzhong was born, the main pillars of the evil thief Zhu Quanzhong were gone. The Tang Dynasty has long been a thing of the past. He has never felt the power and power of the Tang Dynasty. How can there be such a strong distinction between Hu and Han and the Tang Dynasty?
Glory?
"Chang'an! I've seen it in my dream!" Zhang Zhao's tone became dreamy, and he pointed to the east as if gibbering.
"Over there, over there is Chang'an!
There, I saw Jieli Khan dancing in Weiyang Palace!
I have seen King Gaozang of Goguryeo trembling like a quail outside the Daming Palace!
I have seen Wang Xuance destroy an entire country by one man, and lead Arona Shun, the king of Central Tianzhu, like a mule and horse, leading him across a long distance.
The nine heavens closed the palace, and all the nations wore clothes and bowed their heads.
I have heard Li Taibai laugh up to the sky and go out, how can I not be as unrestrained as Penghao people!
I have also heard that the Big Dipper is high, and Geshu carries a knife at night. Even now I have seen the horses, but I dare not live up to the heroic spirit of Lintao.
Uncle, tell me, have I seen the Tang Dynasty? Do you know the Tang Dynasty?"
Behind Cao Yijin, a 'maid' who was pouring wine suddenly turned around. She looked at Zhang Zhao, who was wearing golden armor, with a blazing light in his eyes.
Cao Yijin also stood up in a daze. He looked in the direction of Zhang Zhao's finger, as if he could really see Chang'an.
"Back then, a certain grandpa often talked about Chang'an to a certain person, and also mentioned the scene of Jieli Khan dancing in Weiyang Palace. He was the lord of the desert who controlled hundreds of thousands of strings!"
As he said that, Cao Yijin showed an extremely painful look on his face, and he gently hammered his chest.
"What a pain! What a pain! I will no longer see such a grand occasion in this life! Why not be born in the prosperous Tang Dynasty?"
"Uncle, you have done a good enough job. Without you, we would not be able to save Chang'an or Dunhuang. Now you know why my nephew asked Liulang to bring the divine arm bow to you? As long as there are three hundred divine arm archers with my brother
On the side of Yuande, the rebel army will not be in chaos!"
Cao Yijin smiled and looked at Zhang Zhao next to him, "Little dog slave, do you think my uncle's life will be short-lived? Or do you think that my uncle can't even handle a Uighur woman?"
"Everyone is destined to die! My uncle is getting older, can he still live for another ten years? In ten years, I will only be twenty-nine years old, and I have not even reached the age of thirty.
I don’t think my uncle can handle a Uighur woman, but after all, we have been sleeping together for twenty years, and the child she gave birth to is also of your blood!"
"Maybe..." Cao Yijin paused slightly, "What you said makes sense!"
After saying this, Cao Yijin only felt a sting on his face like a needle pricking him. In order to stabilize the situation, he married the daughter of Ganzhou Uighur Tianmu Khan. Now the time has come to pay off the debt!
Zhang Zhao let out a long sigh, "Your Majesty, we can no longer be in chaos and kill each other!
Starting from my great-uncle Zhang Huaishen, the common people have done evil and the monarch has been deceived. Every time the governor is replaced, there will inevitably be bloody killings.
From the time when we had 30,000 soldiers, Hu'er didn't dare to look directly at us, but now we have less than 10,000 soldiers killed. It's time to make changes."
Cao Yijin nodded, feeling a little sad suddenly in his heart. Zhang Erlang saw that none of his sons were strong men anymore!
He was waiting for him to come back with his men and horses from the Kingdom of Khotan to retrieve everything after his death. He could even wait because his eldest son, Cao Yuande, was already forty-four years old, and Zhang Erlang was not even twenty.
The two were silent for a while, and Zhang Zhao cupped his hands towards Cao Yijin.
"Uncle, I want to explore a way to rebuild the Tang Dynasty and rebuild the glory of the Han people. As long as the Taibao Gong protects me from dying in Anxi, I will definitely take back everything our Tang children once had!"
Cao Yijin turned his head and looked at Zhang Zhao in surprise. After a while, King Tuoxi, the sixth-generation military envoy of the Guiyi Army, suddenly showed a rare senility.
"The younger generation is terrible! I am old and I no longer understand your world! My once extravagant wish was just to be an envoy to Hexi Province."
As he said that, Cao Yijin suddenly laughed at himself, "It would be better if I could be a military governor of Longyou and Hexi like Wang Taishi (Wang Zhongsi)! But I didn't expect that you, Zhang Erlang, could actually restore the Tang Dynasty.
Ambition!"
After saying that, Cao Yijin picked up the wine glass.
"Let's have another drink! There is no old friend left in Yangguan in the west!"
Zhang Zhao quickly took it and the two had a drink together!
"In the past, Tubo captured Anxi, and the governor of Anxi and the four town Jiedu observers were missing. The whereabouts of Guo Xin, the king of Wuwei County, were unknown and they were all scattered.
But in the past, there were tens of thousands of soldiers and family members under the Jiedushi of the four towns. It was impossible for them all to die in the war. It was very likely that they had turned into bastards like the dead.
If you can find them and return them to the Tang Dynasty, maybe there is something you can do in Hexi.
My uncle can't help you with anything else. There are three thousand taels of silver here, so I can atone for my sins against the emperor in white!"
As he spoke, Cao Yijin tore off the object covered by the brocade quilt next to the table. It turned out to be a mahogany box filled with silver collars.
Zhang Zhao rolled up his skirt with difficulty, and then knelt on one knee in front of Cao Yijin.
"Uncle, please forgive me for not being able to perform the ceremony as my nephew is wearing armor. I dare not refuse this gift from my elders!
If the Tang Dynasty can really be revived one day, my nephew will personally carry the coffin to send his uncle to be buried in Bozhou (Qiaojun). He will put up a monument in front of the tomb and write: "The Great Tang Gu Zhong, the Governor of Longyou in Hexi, and the King Cao of Qiaojun."
It is taboo to discuss money in public.'"
"You have some conscience!" Cao Yijin Zhanyan laughed loudly.
"I didn't expect it! My son, who has taught me by words and deeds for decades, doesn't even know Cao Yijin's wish, but your nephew is my close friend!
Go! I agree to your marriage to Jiu Niang! Grandson Yanming, you can go too!"
After saying that, Cao Yijin turned around, put his hands behind his back, and walked towards Dunhuang City, not even caring about his most beloved grandson, Cao Yanming.
"Tai Gong! The fourteenth is unfilial, you will take good care of your health and wait for the fourteenth to come back!"
"Uncle! I prefer the third lady to the nineteenth lady!"
Fuck!
Cao Yijin, who was deeply moved by his own greatness, staggered, and veins popped up on his forehead. He had a strong urge to go back and give Zhang Zhao a big dick!
Lady Cao Sanniang, who had been pretending to be a maid for a long time, suddenly blushed. She was a little angry and stared at Zhang Zhao with a little joy.
"Sanniang, Qi Xiaohu and others, I will entrust you to take care of them! Just treat them as your own!" Zhang Zhao laughed a few times, pulled Cao Yanming and walked west.
A breeze stirred up waves of fine sand, and an old man and a young man walked in two opposite directions. Amidst the sound of sand, the three morning flags of the sun, moon and stars, symbolizing the Tang Dynasty, were flying high.
(Why do I suddenly have the urge to finish the whole book? Ugh! Ridiculous!)
This chapter has been completed!