Ming Zuo

Chapter 1582 The Variation of the World

When the land of the Central Plains was turbulent, the distant northwest was completely forgotten by people.

The defenders of Liangzhou Guard have been guarding, even though they haven't received a cent of salary for 20 years.

If it weren't for the tattered Ming army costumes on their bodies and the rusty Ming army standard weapons in their hands, no one would be able to link them with the soldiers.

Because of their weak bodies and old faces, they are even more pitiful than those famine refugees in northern Shaanxi.

But they are also lucky.

It is precisely because this area is so poor that no hero is willing to come.

Even Liang Yue entered the Western Regions through Qinghai instead of the famous Hexi Corridor.

They lived hard and quietly for 20 years, not even knowing what was going on outside.

"When will the emperor pay us? We planted some land ourselves, but we can't support it!"

Growing crops in the sandy desert is definitely a painful thing.

But these honest and loyal defenders survived the long 20 years by relying on these pains.

The officers of the Ninth Division heard the news and couldn't help crying when they saw these immortal veterans.

"Brother, Daming is gone."

The old soldier paused, with no emotion on his face.

After a long time, it turned into a sigh of relief.

"I should have known it earlier, since the time when the Dusi Yamen didn't pay the salary."

The division commander Bai Xianyao hurriedly asked someone to prepare meals and delivered them to the veterans.

Seeing rice, meat, and fresh vegetables, the veterans salivated, but they didn't do anything.

"General, can we take it back to our family?"

Military and political Zhang Sanming hurriedly said: "Don't worry, old buddies, there's a lot to eat, and I'll prepare it for you right away."

Only then did the veterans pick up the bowls and chopsticks, and desperately stuffed food into their mouths.

Otherwise, how to suppress 20 years of suffering?
With enough food and drink, the veterans seem to be several years younger, visible to the naked eye.

In fact, their appearance is basically caused by malnutrition.

"General, what is the name of the country now? Who is the emperor?"

Bai Xianyao was very patient, and only thought these veterans were very nice.

"The current name of the country is Zhonghua. The emperor knows that the big guy is suffering, so he sent us here. From now on, old buddies don't have to stick to it, let's live a good life."

A veteran looked worried.

"There are a lot of people with white cloths on their heads and black scarves on their faces in the west. They are very fierce. If you want to defend this place, you need to send more troops."

Bai Xianyao looked up at the vast western world, full of pride.

"Let's not keep it from now on."

Amidst the astonished expressions of the veterans, his eyes were full of murderous intent.

"We have to go there and tell them who is the master of this land."

Behind the Ninth Division, the Seventh Division hadn't started yet, but a team got in the middle.

The team is very large, stretching for dozens of miles, not afraid of the wind and sand in the northwest.

This team is not here to fight.

This is the caravan.

The empire advocated and encouraged commerce and trade, and gave preferential treatment to merchants.It is also because of this that the businessman is very courageous.

Hearing that the empire was going to open up the Western Regions, merchants with a keen sense of smell spontaneously united, collected a large amount of goods, followed the pace of the army, and dredged the blood of the Silk Road again.

The businessmen's approach won Mao Yuanyi's strong support.

Only when you arrive in Xi'an do you know that without the Western Regions, Xi'an is nothing.

Xi'an, Xi'an, to the west.

If Xi'an loses the ability to communicate with the Western Regions, then the city will have no meaning of existence.

This is also the reason why all the great unified dynasties always strive to expand westward.

Except Ming Dynasty!

Beginning with Zhu Yuanzhang, the emperor of the Zhu family has never gotten rid of his true nature as an old farmer.

Even sea trade is not allowed, let alone land trade.

Wherever the army walks, it brings destruction.Wherever the caravan passed by, it brought vitality.

Lanzhou, Huangzhong, and Liangzhouwei all prospered rapidly.

The nearby nomads found that the newly arrived Han army was not bloodthirsty, as long as they obeyed the rules, they immediately drove flocks of cattle and sheep to the market.

Years of wars have prevented the nearby nomads from obtaining goods from the Central Plains for too long.

When it was discovered that among the new trades, porcelain, tea, silk, cotton cloth, ironware, etc. were all of high quality and low price, and the transaction tax was negligibly low, the news spread like wings.

In addition to the exciting trade, there are also operas, songs and dances and other programs from the Central Plains to enjoy at each market point.

People in the Central Plains are very fond of the passionate songs and dances of the Western Regions. Similarly, people in the Western Regions can also appreciate the beauty of the grand and magnificent songs and dances of the Central Plains.

Seeing people from the Western Regions indulge in such a program, all the officials of the empire were very happy.

In the courses of the government affairs school, they heard His Majesty the Emperor personally explain what cultural invasion is.

In the prosperous market, there are not only singing and dancing performances, but also eminent monks and Taoist priests from the Central Plains spreading teachings.

The local imam was very angry and expressed dissatisfaction.

But there is no doubt that anyone who did so quietly disappeared from the world.

The monks and Taoist priests from the Central Plains are far more generous than the local imams. They are not only kind, but also donate medicines to treat diseases, and even match the common people to help them make a living in the new environment.

Once any belief is separated from the satisfaction of food and clothing, there must be very few people who can stick to it.

With the support of huge resources, Buddhism and Taoism in Central China quickly took root in the northwest, and the number of believers entering temples and Taoist temples to worship is also increasing day by day.

People who have accumulated a little wealth and improved their lives through labor feel more empathetic after hearing the words of monks and Taoist priests exhorting to cherish the present.

The 72 virgins in the afterlife are too slim. Since the Buddha and Laojun guide the world to obtain rewards through labor, it is easier to achieve, so it is better to believe this.

The Wehrmacht was pleasantly surprised to find that the places they had passed by were rapidly stabilizing.

This also made the generals more courageous.

At the beginning of May, the vanguard of the Ninth Division drove to Yumen Pass.

This place has surpassed the traditional boundaries of the Ming Dynasty, and the exotic atmosphere is accompanied by the pavement of rolling yellow sand.

Qinghai Changyun dark snow-capped mountains, lonely city looking at Yumen Pass.Yellow sand wears golden armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will never be returned if it is not broken.

Looking at the dilapidated and uninhabited Yumen Pass, the blood of the Ninth Division was boiling.

Two years later in 740, an army of Han people set foot on this land again, announcing the return of the Central Plains Dynasty.

The bright red flag was planted at the head of Yumen Pass, and the westerly wind seemed to have a strong ancient charm to escort a group of soldiers who were full of dust to comfort them.

They were gray-haired and crumbling, but the horizontal knives at their waists were still extremely sharp.

Facing the everlasting sound of the Qiang flute, Bai Xianyao opened his arms to the Western Regions.

"Datang, we are back!"

(End of this chapter)