Three hundred cavalrymen galloped on the endless grassland.
The city wall of Balashagon can be seen from a distance, and on the ground, in addition to green grass, there are also a lot of traces of the war.
Various burned vehicles, damaged siege equipment, tents and cooking stoves used for garrisoning troops, donkeys and horses running around on the ground, and of course a large number of corpses and blood stains.
The further we go towards Balasagon, the more corpses, bloodstains and weapons there are, and some places are so unstoppable.
Large groups of Balashagon residents were organized, and they rummaged through the dead Persian invaders for all valuable items.
Clothes, shoes, hats, and even socks made of wool were not spared, and many blankets still stained with blood were also collected.
Zhang Zhao rode his horse at the front, behind him two riders from the Bashmi tribe held high a Tang Sanchen flag and a large flag with Zhang characters.
Although Grand Duke Zhang's mind and body kept telling him that he was very tired and needed to rest.
But an inexplicable excitement made him extremely energetic. These hundreds of thousands of people in Balashagon will soon officially belong to him.
The main entrance of Balashagon is different from the last time Zhang Zhao came. When Zhang Zhao came last time, everyone stood to welcome him. But this time, except for the ancient master Titusi and the three great men of Nestorianism, everyone
They all knelt down.
"Your Majesty! Pugu Naluo, on behalf of the Pugu family of Balashagon, I would like to recommend Duke Zhang as Ju'er Khan!"
"Your Majesty! Yao Ge Luo A Luo Cha, I respectfully invite the Duke to ascend the throne of Balasa Gon Ju'er Khan!"
"Your Majesty! Li Gong, Prince of Huaining County in the Tang Dynasty, is the fifth generation grandson of Si Zhong, and I respectfully invite the Duke of Balasa to the throne of Khan!"
"On behalf of the followers of Balasagon Buddha, Jing, Mani and Zoroastrian religions, the poor monk Xuancheng, Titxigu and others would like to respectfully invite Duke Zhang to assume the position of Balasagon Great Khan.
Over the past few decades, this city has experienced disasters, but the Duke is the only one who is destined by fate. Please be the protector of Balasagon Khan and the four religions!"
Zhang Zhao thought a lot about what would happen when he returned to Balasagon, but he never expected that these Ye Hus and religious leaders of Balasagon would have such courage and dare to block the door directly and come.
A Han Chinese-style persuasion.
It seems that after he jokingly said the word "Juerhan" in Ashbula City a few days ago, someone must have run back to Balasagon at night to report the news.
Perhaps, these people felt that what Zhang Zhao said to the Persian god warrior was a hint to them.
So Zhang Zhao decided to decline. He hadn't figured out what to do yet, and the reason why these people were so enthusiastic about pushing him to the position of Khan had their own plans in mind.
Zhang Zhao did not forget how eager Saktu was to be recommended by them and succeed his father Basil's Arslen Khan as Khan.
And these people would rather turn against Saktu and even go to war with each other than recommend him. So what is their purpose in eagerly recommending him at this time?
"Everyone, please get up quickly! Please get up quickly! Someone was just sent by the Great Sage of the Kingdom of Jin, the Great Tomorrow, to relieve Balasagon. How could he usurp the throne?
Moreover, someone came here out of righteous indignation. Both Saktu and Ali Durav were cruel lords. They did not care about the life and death of the people in this place, imposed tyranny, and persecuted the believers of the four religions.
Therefore, a certain Zhang Erlang came here to punish the people, not for the throne of Khan. If you are like this, don't you put me in the same place as Saktu and Dulav?"
As soon as Guo Xuanli heard Zhang Zhao's words, he understood. The whole story sounded impassioned, but it was all lies. He calmly touched the shoulder of the only Uighur sage in Nestorianism.
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Almost at the same time, this eminent sage and the ancient master Titisee came out together.
But they were all a step too late. Li Guoshou ran out crying, like a child who was afraid that his parents would not want him. He hugged Zhang Zhao's thigh and burst into tears.
"Does the Duke say these things to abandon us and ignore us? If the Duke leaves, won't we fall into the hands of evil thieves again?
How can you be so noble and honorable? You are really pushing 200,000 people like us into a desperate situation!
We look forward to the prince like a baby looking to its parents. If the prince must leave, then take us with him! I really don’t want to be a slave to the Persians anymore.”
The two religious leaders were embarrassed. It was impossible for them to just hug his thigh like Li Guoshou, right?
However, they had this concern, but Pugu Naluo and Yao Geluo Aluoja, who were enlightened by Li Guoshou's operation, no longer had this concern.
The two of them ran towards Zhang Zhao crying almost at the same time, and the three old men were crying heartbreakingly at his feet.
Damn it! Zhang Zhao was shocked. If this was acting, his expression would be too serious!
Look at this medicine Ge Luo A Luo Jia, he is already an old man in his sixties, crying with tears streaming down his face, his nose stained all over his pants, and his two gray pigtails dancing up and down with his big gray head.
Pugu Naluo on the other side did not give in too much. He was already crying and started to hit his chest with his fists, as if he was afraid that he would cry to death soon.
Li Guoshou found that he was careless and underestimated the performance and appeal of the two Balasagon eldest Yehu. Compared with them, he actually looked a little embarrassed.
‘Ahem!’ Guo Xuanli coughed dryly and persuaded others to do this. The credit goes to Nestorianism and Buddhism, not to these three shameless guys on the ground.
So he slowly walked over, looked at Zhang Zhao and the three old men who were performing hard on the ground and said.
"My lord, we are indeed sincere, please don't doubt us.
The three of you, the Duke and the Duke fought one after another and fought hard in the jungle for dozens of days. Let us first let the Duke enter the palace to make repairs. How about we discuss this matter tomorrow?"
As the prudent virtuous man who is the first of the three great virtuous men of Nestorianism, when Guo Xuanli speaks, no matter it is the ancient master Titexi or the old Ye Hu on the ground, he has to give face.
Zhang Zhao also nodded. He really needed to take a rest and sort out the situation.
After the nobles from Balasagon got out of the way, Zhang Zhao saw the residents of Balasagon standing behind the doorway.
Each of them carried a basket filled with flowers, petals, wine and food.
As soon as Zhang Zhao entered the city, loud cheers suddenly rang out, and flowers fell from in front of the horse, paving the slightly muddy road like a fairyland.
A huge sesame cake was thrown at Zhang Zhao. As soon as he caught it, an already wilted but probably very precious apple was thrown over again.
It seems that these people really came to thank him, because if it was deliberately arranged, no one would dare to smash an apple directly on Zhang Zhao's chest. Only when they are extremely excited, people will do some extraordinary and bold actions.
A real smile finally appeared on Zhang Zhao's face. At this time, he felt that his efforts were not in vain, and at least he had saved at least tens of thousands of ordinary people in the city.
Without him, after the Persians captured Balashagon, they only plundered and killed 30% of the people, which would be considered a good intention.
"Send a message to your father and ask him to send your fourth sister to the city!" Amidst the cheers, Guo Xuanli slowly approached his grandnephew and said.
The grandnephew was suddenly startled. He raised his head and looked at Guo Xuanli with suspicion and horror.
"Third uncle, with my fourth sister's temperament, do you really dare to let her serve Duke Zhang? Don't break the news then! Didn't you say yesterday that you were going to let the seventh sister go?"
Guo Xuanli shook his head in embarrassment and sent his grandniece to someone else's bed. It was a bit embarrassing no matter what.
"I can see that what Duke Zhang said about taking everyone back east is actually true. The seventh sister has nothing to lose. I can't entrust the Guo family's important affairs to her. I can only let your fourth sister go!"
"But!" The great-nephew still felt a little guilty, "Fourth sister was still making trouble with Ye Ye a few days ago, arguing that she was going to elope with that Uighur. What if she offended Duke Zhang?"
"She deliberately made you angry, go away! Your fourth sister is much smarter than you!"
The one who interjected next to me was the young man from the Guo family who wore a Nestorian monk's robe and could sing Li Taibai, Hu Wuruo, Han Daochang.
"Have you made your decision, Third Uncle?" Seeing the young man running away quickly, Guo Tiance asked him gently, the patriarch, Third Uncle.
"I am old! I cannot lift my shoulders or raise my hands. I have neither the talent to stabilize the country nor the ability to maneuver on the battlefield. But you are still young. There is no hope in the barren land on the border of Balashagon. The hope is in the east.
My Guo family is one of the most powerful families in the Tang Dynasty. How can the young people of our family live in this barren land for a long time? You go back! Go and tell the people of the world that our ancestor Guo Xingong, the king of Wuwei County, is the hero of the Tang Dynasty!"
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After entering the palace, washing up, and eating a bowl of milk cakes, Zhang Zhao couldn't stand it anymore.
In fact, he almost fell asleep while taking a shower. The nearly twenty-day jungle life was still quite difficult.
The most difficult thing for Zhang Zhao was still not being able to wash. This habit developed in later generations has been greatly challenged in this era.
Recalling the swaying postures of several plump Scythian cows while taking a bath, Zhang Zhao was a little moved, but then he felt even more sleepy and reshaped him into a saint. He was so tired that he couldn't even lift his legs.
, still want to move your waist?
Zhang Zhao felt as if he was dreaming. A huge sign of Heaven and Earth was swaying in front of his eyes. A large group of people surrounded him and walked inside. Although he felt that he did not know these guys, they felt very familiar.
The screen shook slightly, and Zhang Zhao came to a dark golden room with a dark red sofa. He sat in the center like an emperor, with a row of long, slender white legs standing in front of him, still glowing with health.
Oh! A plump, slender and white Eastern European girl, a supple and petite little girl, an American little wildcat with wheat-colored skin and a bit of rebelliousness. Eh! Why the hell is there a black one?
No! Don’t come here! Believe it or not, I’m going to beat you!
Zhang Zhao panicked. Before he could decide which one to choose, the black girl came over and gently threw him down on the dark red sofa.
No! No! I wasn't mentally prepared yet, and Zhang Zhao started to struggle.
Not black! I don’t like black!
Zhang Da's time traveler just wanted to struggle, and then he woke up. This was not the heaven and earth, but the palace of Balashagon.
However, there was indeed someone swaying slightly on his body, but fortunately it was not a black girl, but a fat, white and tender mature body.
Hiss!..so...so comfortable!
"Wait! Who are you?" Zhang Zhao forced himself to ask. Fortunately, it was a woman. If an assassin had come here, he would probably be so tight that he wouldn't even know it, right?
"She is a vixen, a vixen who will crawl up to men when she sees them. She is the daughter-in-law of that old turtle Li Guoshou!"
The gently swaying body said nothing, but a voice beside him unexpectedly answered.
Zhang Zhao turned his head and looked over, and there was a woman lying next to him. Although she didn't look particularly beautiful, her little face was full of stubbornness.
It's like a little wild cat hissing at humans, as if to say, I'm warning you not to come here! I will bite!
"Then who are you? Are you also a vixen?" Zhang Zhao had already stood up, and he gently pressed his shaking body onto the soft brocade quilt.
What happened to this old turtle Li Guoshou? How could he send his daughter-in-law here? Isn’t this making me, Duke Zhang, make a mistake!
"I'm not a vixen," the stubborn little face looked like he was about to get angry, but it only lasted for a second or two before he leaned heavily on a brocade quilt with his head downcast, "but I am your trophy."
The trophy? Zhang Zhao was so happy that he grabbed the slender calf of the trophy and directly dragged her over.
"What to do with the loot? Do you know?"
The little wild cat's face finally showed a bit of panic!
