Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Three Going to Congling to Guard
When a person is promoted or dismissed, he is most concerned about his relatives, friends and enemies, so after Lu Qian got the news, he immediately felt uneasy and found an opportunity to go to his cousin Xiao Ting's house.
He pushed open the next door and entered. Xiao Ting, who was kneeling in front of the desk, suddenly put down the pen and ink in his hand, grabbed the rice paper, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it into the bamboo basket next to him.
Lu Qian felt that the situation was not good, but he still bent down and intervened: "Cousin."
"Please call me Xiao Ting to join the army. What's the matter with you coming to me?"
"What's wrong with Xiao Shenjun? I can't come to you if I have nothing to do..."
Seeing the expression on Xiao Ting's face that he should keep away from strangers, Lu Qian said angrily: "I heard that Li Siye, the governor of Laiyao, was assigned to guard the Congling Mountains. Why didn't my cousin dissuade him and let him get his wish?
Received a real shortage?"
"Can you ask me what I should do?" Xiao replied coldly.
Although Lu Qian had resentment in his heart, he did not dare to show any displeasure. He choked and still refused to leave. He knelt down in front of Xiao Ting and waited for his cousin to explain. This was also a non-violent method of forcing cooperation.
Way.
Xiao Ting got angry when she saw him, but she couldn't easily get rid of her difficult cousin, so she had to reveal some intentions to reassure the stupid donkey.
"This Congling Shouhuo is remote, bitter and cold, and its geography is insignificant. If he is sent here to become a Shouhuo envoy, do you think he can still achieve meritorious service and be promoted?"
When Lu Qian heard this, he felt that his cousin's words really made sense. He immediately took out a heavy package from his arms and placed it in front of the case with both hands.
"These are some belongings that my family brought from Jingzhao. I hope my cousin will accept them."
Xiao Ting remained expressionless, so Lu Qian had no choice but to put the package on the desk, fold his hands and leave.
When he walked out of Xiao's Mansion, he felt even more aggrieved. He opened his mouth and cursed bitterly: "What are you pretending to do? I give you a lot of money every time, and your eyes are not my eyes and my nose is not my nose." If he hadn't come here.
He couldn't send him in before the Protector, so there was no need to fawn over this cold-faced villain.
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Five days later, Li Siye officially set off for Congling, with the official certificate stamped with the seal of the Protectorate in his arms, and the rest of his daily necessities packed into a backpack, or packed into a roll and placed on horseback.
He went to Congling to take up his post, and the house was going to be taken back by the Protectorate. The property and bonuses obtained by killing Zhang Kuo and his gang on the way could not be left there, so he specially hired a carriage to carry these things to Coongling.
Ling took office.
Tian Zhen and Fujimaki followed behind on green horses. This was his entire team and belongings.
Congling, later known as the Pamir Plateau, has an average altitude of 4,500 meters and is the place where five mountains converge.
The continuous snow peaks reflect thousands of sorrows, and the cold pools generate waves that illuminate the hearts of Han people. Since Zhang Qian opened the Silk Road during the Han Dynasty, many Han men have been buried here. The continuous snow mountains and the severe cold have never been able to stop their footsteps.
If you cook meat in a place like this, you will never be able to eat cooked food. The boiling point of water will always remain at 70 or 80 degrees. The thin air will also cause a certain amount of altitude sickness.
The peaks on the plateau are towering, and the tops of the mountains are covered with white snow, which remains unchanged all year round. Only the three months of May, June and July are warm and humid. Lush green grass and wild onions grow in the plateau valleys, and the verdant green is eye-catching.
Longing comes from my heart, this is the origin of Congling.
Congling Shouzhuo City is located just above the ancient Silk Road. It was originally the capital of the ancient country of Hepantuo. It is backed by one of the mountain peaks and adjacent to the Miduo River. It is located on the second step of the gentle terrain, overlooking the Congling Station below.
Li Siye did a lot of research on the way here and learned that there was actually a small country under the control of Congling. The name of this small country was Shini. The population should be several thousand people. After surrendering to the Tang Dynasty, its king was granted a title.
I have a hereditary general, I don’t know what grade it is, but generally speaking, he will be under the jurisdiction of him, the guardian of Congling.
Li Siye rode Hei Pang all the way up. The weather was quite mild at this season, and the grass under the horses' hooves was green. He grabbed the horse's reins, put up a pergola and looked out, and saw the small town on the top of the slope.
He felt a little comfortable in his heart. He was in charge of a city, a post station and a country. There was still a lot to be done for this Congling guard.
When he stood on horseback under the city head, when he saw the scale of the city, he felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured on his heart. It was too small. The city was only a few dozen feet wide and deep. It was made of rammed earth and white stone.
When completed, the size is only equivalent to an oasis market town in the desert, or a count's castle in the European Middle Ages, which is far worse than a county town.
A soldier poked out from the crevices of the rammed-earth female wall. Seeing Li Siye wearing bright armor below, he quickly picked up the gun thrown on the ground, crossed his hands and asked, "This person is the new commander Li Siye."
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Li Siye raised his head and said, "It's me, please open the door quickly."
The soldier hurried down and ran to a thatched hall where the official residence of the governor was, and reported to Bo Yugou, the master of the warehouse, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground and tying a knot: "Yu Lord Bo! Hurry! The new governor is here!"
The soldier lowered his voice and whispered: "This new envoy seems to be extraordinary."
Yu Gou hummed and said, "He must be a frustrated person who is not taken seriously by the superior. What's so special about him?"
"When Lao Shou's envoy came to take office, he was alone with a wine gourd in his arms. This Li Shou envoy was wearing iron armor and had two subordinates beside him. He looked quite impressive."
"How can he still be so arrogant in a place like this? Could it be that he..."
Yu Gou calmly finished tying the last knot in his hand, hung it on the wall and said, "Hurry up and open the city gate!"
"No, get everyone up first and line up to welcome Mr. Li!"
"Squeak."
Two rough wooden doors slowly opened to both sides. Two sallow-faced soldiers stuck their heads out, glanced at the new guard, and then stood upright at the base of the wall.
Li Siye shook the reins expressionlessly, lowered his head slightly, and then passed under the doorway. His saddle was almost rubbed off, and he choked on a mouthful of white ash.
He lowered his head and looked at the hundreds of Tang troops standing on both sides of the road. It should be more accurate to call them militia. They were not fully armored. Some only wore armor, some only had shoulder pads, some only had armor, and the rest of their body parts were wrapped in animal furs in tatters.
, the weapons are quite complete...
Li Siye's face darkened, the soldiers exchanged glances with each other, and then stood upright facing forward.
The child's cry came from nowhere, and then a woman loudly spoke words that he did not understand. The strong man in the crowd turned pale and kept looking towards the place where the child was crying.
Li Siye coughed and said in a cold voice: "Whose child is crying? Hurry up and comfort him!"
There was a low voice of ridicule and laughter among the soldiers. The strong man's face turned pale and red, bowed and crossed his hands and said: "Thank you, envoy, this is my son..., I will go right away."
The owner of the warehouse, Bo Yugou, stood with his hands crossed at the end of the road. Today he was wearing a light blue robe with patches missing the crotch. There were holes in the black gauze robe, and a few strands of hair were squeezed out and fluttering in front of his face. He looked like
Very unbearable.
"The humble owner of the warehouse, Bo Yugou, respectfully welcomes Ambassador Li."