But Liu Dahao was worried: "Son, why are you going to the barren Western Region for this good guy? Hey, dad, can you give back your title of Jiedu Envoy?"
Liu Zheng rolled his eyes at him.
This trip to the Western Regions focused on rebuilding the Western Regions Protectorate.
In fact, everyone has thought of a way before. Isn’t the Holy Lord the Protectorate of the Western Regions? Well, let’s go to Yinzhou to Loulan to establish a symbolic presence. I believe that if Yinzhou can show some sincerity and benefits to Loulan, Loulan will On the other hand, mediation can still be done.
However at this time...
An assassination attempt by Sikong Jing still forced Liu Zheng to a dead end.
then.
Qingyang Shuo then suggested that since public anger had arisen, it would be better to go with the flow, announce it to the world, recruit troops on a large scale, and prepare for future conquests across the world.
Everyone agrees.
The Mid-Autumn Festival is the day when envoys from various festivals return to Beijing to report on their duties.
The 150,000 Yinzhou Army finally set sail.
The army has been preparing for its departure for several months. Food, grass, baggage, and all kinds of tools must be prepared. This cannot be done in just one sentence.
Early in the morning.
The people came to see each other off.
Qin Changfeng was once again named General Pingxi. He was dressed in black to show his condolences to Sikong Jing.
"kill!"
"My sons, kill all those barbarians!"
"Don't worry, Yinzhou will be guarded by our old arms and legs!"
"Avenge Mrs. Qin!"
"Son, for the sake of your father and your mother, work harder to have a younger brother. Don't be afraid of death! Mr. Liu is devoted to the people and should repay him with his own life!"
The mighty 150,000-strong army was so long that it almost occupied the entire Yinzhou Plain. Along the way, the simple words of the people made people cry.
It was different from the last time we fought against the Huns.
This time.
It’s the men of Yinzhou who are about to expand their territory!
Regardless of whether it can succeed or not, even if the chance of success is very low, this is still the first time in decades that the Longyan Dynasty has set off outside the customs.
All over the world.
Everyone was watching at this time.
The wind rustles and the water becomes cold, and a strong man will never return once he is gone.
Liu Dahao, as the military commander, ordered the soldiers and flags, pointed his sword at the sky, and was wearing a military uniform. He was also majestic at this time.
"Qinghai Changyun Dark Snow Mountain!"
"The lonely city looks at Yumen Pass in the distance!"
"The yellow sand wears golden armor in a hundred battles!"
"The Western Region will never be returned until it is broken!"
Jiang Xuan waved his hand.
One hundred and fifty thousand soldiers chanted in unison, and the sound shook the sky.
The common people were moved when they heard this. This sonorous and powerful poem by Liu Zheng could be heard all over the mountains and plains. The iron-clad rhythm seemed to have become the soul of this army.
"The Western Region will never be returned until it is broken!"
Martial.
Tragic.
The people never left.
It took three or four hours for the 150,000 Yinzhou soldiers to disappear into the billowing dust.
"We must protect the Young Master's Silver Beach City."
"Young Master said, this is our Silver Beach City..."