"Don't rush to say that you can't do it! Come with me!" Feng Changqing's heart was filled with alcohol, as if he didn't even want to care about how much trouble he would cause if what he said and did tonight spread out. Jumping over the shorter ones in front of him, he
He grabbed Wang Xun's chest and dragged him to the map like a dead dog, "Look, tell me what you can see?!"
"Junior..." Wang Xun was two and a half feet taller than Feng Changqing. Wang Xun didn't dare to struggle hard. He could only bend down and said in a tone that made the elder happy, "Junior, let's see. Let's see."
.Please let go of your hands first, let go of your hands, my clothes are a bit tight, please..."
"Yes!" Feng Changqing accepted Wang Xun's excuse and slowly loosened his fingers. However, he refused to retreat further. He hugged his shoulders and watched with eager eyes.
Wang Xun felt uncomfortable being stared at, so he had to open his eyes wide and try to read some meaning from the map hanging on the wall. To be fair, the map was very detailed, almost covering the area west of Tulum.
, all mountains, rivers, roads and bridges are included. Even if you don’t rely on a guide, you won’t get lost easily if you follow this map.
However, the answer Feng Changqing hoped to get was definitely not to praise the map for its careful drawing. Wang Xun looked at it without blinking, pacing back and forth. Looking, looking, he really figured out some different ways.
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Since the Han Dynasty, the area known as the Western Regions by the people of the Central Plains has been divided by the desert into several disconnected large pieces due to hundreds of years of climate change. To the east of Tulun, the area between Yumen Pass and Changpu Sea is considered
A large piece. Counting from Tulunzi to the west, including Shule, Xiaobolu, Dabolu and Kangju, Jiabuluo and other places currently controlled by the cannibals, it counts as another large piece. Although there are still some in between
It is surrounded by green mountains and snow-capped mountains, but generally speaking, it is a place that can barely grow crops and graze cattle and sheep. However, further west in Kangju, Kabulo and other places, there is another boundless desert. Until the original
Only in Persia can human habitation be seen again.
To the south of Dabolu, where the original Tianzhu Kingdom was located, there was a whole piece of fertile land. However, there was a rolling mountain as a barrier. It separated the areas controlled by Tianzhu, Tubo and Anxi Army, leaving only a very small amount of land.
Several canyons are passable. If there are enough troops on hand at this moment, and if the soldiers will not get sick if they live on the top of the mountain for a long time, Wang Xun would rather build a few fortresses between Tubo, Tianzhu and Anxi, and then put the soldiers into one of them.
The road for the Tubo people to go down the mountain can be blocked immediately, so that all parts of Anxi will never be threatened from the south.
"How's it going? Do you see clearly?" Feng Changqing seemed a little impatient while waiting, and patted Wang Xun on the back to urge him.
After hesitating for a moment, Wang Xun decided not to tell the truth, "I'm not sure. I just think that the distance between our Anxi Army and the Daohan or the Tubo people is closer than the distance between us and Chang'an!"
Unexpectedly, this time he hit the target again. Feng Changqing slapped him hard and said with a smile: "Yes, the person I picked will naturally have good taste. Our Anxi Army is indeed far away from Chang'an."
The enemy is still further away. Therefore, it is difficult to count on relief from Chang'an. Even if there is a heavy baggage transport, the loss will be more than five out of ten stops!"
"I guess you will never let me go no matter what I say!" Wang Xun kept muttering in his heart, but he didn't dare to show any dissatisfaction on his face. He grinned in response.
"Do you think I am warlike by nature, and I am sad that the war cannot be won?" Feng Changqing gestured at the map, "Nonsense, I have already been appointed as the Protector of one side, and I will be here soon regardless of whether I hold official or actual duties.
He is the top military general. He still cares about bullshit credit! I am sad, sad for the Tang Dynasty. Sad for the heroic souls of generations of Anxi soldiers! Look carefully, look carefully, look here, here, and here...
"
He grabbed Wang Xun's arm, as if he wanted to shout out all the anger in his heart, "Look, our area of Shule, Dabolu, Jiabulu and Kangju is the only one in the entire Western Region that can support tens of thousands of people."
The place where the army is located. If the cannibal forces are completely driven out of this place, and they want to move west again, they will have to transport supplies from thousands of miles away. In ten stops, six stops will be lost. And once this land is lost
, cannibalism is equivalent to finding a resting place on the way eastward. Food, horses, ordnance can all be replenished here..."
As he spoke, Feng Changqing drew a huge circle with Xiao Bolu as the center. "This area, which seems to be too poor for a bird to poop, is actually the Three Kingdoms of Tang Dynasty, Dashi, and Tubo."
, the key to the fight for the Western Region. No matter who has complete control, they will have the initiative to attack. The other two parties will have to be beaten honestly from now on! I, the Anxi soldiers, fought for generations and finally managed to win the victory in front of us.
It’s a great situation! But I have no ability and threw it away easily! I, I will definitely become Anxi’s eternal sinner in the future!”
"Eternal sinner?" Wang Xun repeated ignorantly. Is it really that serious? The big cannibal had just been beaten to a pulp by Feng Changqing? However, deep in his heart, there seemed to be a voice telling him that Feng Changqing
What Qing said was by no means alarmist. It was precisely because Fourth Uncle Feng's thoughts were focused on this that he could see it more clearly than others, and in his heart, he felt that time was more urgent.
"Yes, sinner of the ages!" Feng Changqing's mood suddenly dropped again, and he repeated in a low voice with a wry smile, "I shouldn't have given in to the old eunuch during the day. What a good opportunity, it was just gone! If Gao Gao
If Jiedu is here, he will definitely not be as incompetent as me!"
Feeling a little dizzy from Feng Changqing's changing thoughts, Wang Xun smiled and comforted in a low voice, "Isn't General Duan already leading his troops to the west? Maybe after the spring of next year, Fourth Uncle, you can order
The Qi army has arrived at the gates of Capluo City to join forces with him. As long as we can find a way to drive away all those holding back and ensure the supply of food and grass, who will have the guts to go against you!"
"Next year!" Feng Changqing continued with a wry smile, "It is said that it can continue next year, but who can predict what will happen next year? I am so incompetent that I was tied up by an eunuch. I regret that I should not regret it.
If you were not cruel enough, you would have sent someone to make this eggless thing on the way!"
"Fourth uncle is drunk!" This time, Wang Xun really didn't dare to listen anymore. Although in his heart, he wished that Bian Lingcheng would die without a burial place.
"I'm not drunk. I'm very sober in my heart. Otherwise, I wouldn't keep dragging a little guy like you around!" Feng Changqing laughed loudly and bitterly, turned around, and staggered towards the table.
"Pour the wine, pour the wine, Mingyun, I and you will be drunk tonight. You are not allowed to refuse, you are my junior. The blood of the Wang family is flowing in your body!"
What's wrong with the Wang family's blood? Haven't the Wang family members been in officialdom for several generations? Wang Xun thought vaguely as he supported Feng Changqing's arm. The old man's body was very light, and he could almost do it with one hand.
He lifted the other person up. However, deep down inside, he felt heavy, as if he was being pressed down by a high mountain. He could hardly breathe, and he had no courage to look into Feng Changqing's hazy drunken eyes.
There, burning an unconscious dream. Wang Xun's shoulders were too tender to bear the burden.
