Tumeng: I am a national advisor in the Golden Family

As a mother, she was naturally the saddest one when her son was leaving. Why did her other sons leave for a few years and return after the Western Expedition was over?

But her son was the only one who wanted to stay in the West? Although that land was where she once lived, even so, Farmaina did not want her son to leave.

Zhang Yong also stepped forward and hugged Famaina in his arms. Strictly speaking, she was his woman. This time, only her son was gone forever, which was indeed a huge blow to her as a mother.

She was once a princess of Hail Khan of Khwarezm. Almost all of her brothers and parents had died, leaving only a cousin and her children.

"Boss! Otherwise, let the second son come back. We can appoint a Mongolian prince to manage that piece of western land." Tulanlun said.

Although the second child was not his own, he raised him and had a certain affection for him. He never came back after the expedition.

Now she somewhat understood how her mother felt back then. Her son went on an expedition and never came back. No matter what, it was a huge blow to his mother.

Only the Mongolians can accept this kind of thing. When the children grow up, they will live with the grass, and it is really unknown whether they will meet again in the future.

However, after living in the Central Plains for more than 20 years, her thoughts have changed a little.

If it wasn't really impossible to survive and one piece of grassland couldn't support so many people, who would be willing to drive their children away?
Upon hearing this, Farmaina's face suddenly turned pale and she looked at her elder sister. If her elder sister spoke up, there might be room for turning this matter around.

"Mother, Queen Mother! This is my own decision and I proposed it to my father. When my son gets there, he will be the Caliph and the successor of the great prophet. I will be treated the best and will build my own country there. You should be happy for me." Zhang Dingxia looked at his mother and said.

Going to the West was the best option for him, as he could enjoy the treatment of an emperor there. In the East, because of his bloodline and birth issues, he would not be able to inherit the throne no matter how well he performed.

"How can you talk like that, kid? Wouldn't it be good for you to stay in the East and be a prince? Would your father let you down?" Farmaina suddenly became anxious and spoke.

This bastard, what are you talking about? Mom, I cried a lot of tears, and finally persuaded my elder sister, and even made your father soften his heart, and you, a kid, jumped out?
"Mother, this is my own decision and also the need of our family. There must be someone in the western land that my father can trust." Zhang Dingxia said.

His mother was a little strange! When he was young, he named himself Caliph. The meaning was self-evident. When he was young, his mother hoped that he could go back and revive the glory of the family.

But when I really did this, the person who was most sad and wanted to stop me the most was my mother.

"I hope you will inherit the territory of Khwarezm. The Mamluk Dynasty, the Ayyubid Dynasty, and the Four Abbasid Dynasties on the other side of Arabia are very far away from our Khwarezm." Farmaina said.

Khwarezm is still very close to the East, but the Arabian side, especially the Mamluk Empire, is very far away even for Khwarezm.

It would probably take a year just to make the trip, and two years for the round trip!

"Mother, I have made up my mind. I must participate in this Western Expedition and gain a foothold in the West to guard the western lands for my father," said Zhang Dingxia.

If I don't go, who will go? Should I let my younger brother go? Or let other brothers go? Other brothers will not be able to establish a country there after the war.

My father said that the Central Plains region plus the Eastern Mongolian steppes and the Northern Mongolian steppes should be actually controlled by the family, but the other territories.

He would adopt the division system of the Western Zhou Dynasty, allowing the children who were willing to go there to inherit the land, forming an independent vassal state.

"The people over there are different from the Khwarezm people. They may not listen to you." Farmaina said.

“Mother, please rest assured. Don’t forget that I am the son of the Great Prophet. It is impossible for them not to obey my orders.

And my father has promised me that some people will be relocated here when the time comes." Zhang Dingxia said.

If one wants to rule that land, immigration is a must. In addition to immigration, one also needs a reasonable and legitimate identity, and the identity of the son of the great prophet is the most suitable.

“This matter is not as easy as you think. The YSL sect is also divided into two factions, and the situation is complicated.

Even the descendants of the great prophet were not spared and were destroyed by the power struggle. The identity of a great prophet cannot guarantee your safety. "Famaina said. (Due to special reasons, these two factions cannot be played out.)
She knew the form of her own religion too well. During the heyday of Khwarezm, it even wanted to replace the Abbasid Dynasty.

When there were no external enemies, they were fighting fiercely among themselves. You betrayed me, I betrayed you, and everyone wanted to be the Sultan.

The identity of a great prophet can indeed play a certain role, but the identity of a great prophet is her husband, not her son!

You are not the great prophet boy, you have to understand this, they will respect the great prophet but they will not respect you.

And most importantly, only a few people acknowledge your father’s status as a great prophet.

Over the years, with the unremitting promotion of his cousin Fatima and the display of the sacred artifacts, some Persians and Arabs who remained in the area have recognized Zhang Yong's identity as the great prophet.

Even some merchants who came to do business spread the identity of this great prophet to other countries in the Arabian land.

But the problem is, unless her husband Zhang Yong personally brings his magic weapon to show it to the local residents.

Otherwise, the local residents would not recognize his identity. Even the Abbasid monarch, the Caliph, openly denied the identity of her husband and declared him an impostor great prophet.

Therefore, your position will not be recognized, at least not easily. You can conquer them by force, but it is still very difficult to completely conquer them ideologically.

If you rule the land that once belonged to Khwarezm, that would be fine. After all, it is close to the East and you can get support if anything happens.

"Mother! What you mean is that even if I am the son of the great prophet, they will not recognize me, even if I conquer them by force?" Zhang Dingxia asked in surprise.

Didn’t my mother and aunt say that the Great Prophet’s status is the most honorable and everyone must obey the Great Prophet’s words?

“The Great Prophet is your father, but not you, unless your father’s army stays in your land forever and remains so powerful.

Otherwise, I am sure they will rebel against you. ”Famaina said.

As a former princess, she knew this too well. Fatima, who was sitting next to her, also nodded at Zhang Yong.

They have been making every effort to publicize Zhang Yong's identity as the Great Prophet so that he can take their own artifacts with him when he goes on the expedition and prove his identity. However, it would be obviously inappropriate to send only one son.

"I have already thought of a plan to deal with this matter. I will give you some magical weapons. After you take them, you will naturally be able to deal with everything. Don't worry." Zhang Yong said.

The projector cannot be given, but the drone can still emit light and heat, but the headlights removed from the off-road vehicle,

There are also some loudspeakers and driving recorders, which can be given to my son to use.

Zhang Yong even prepared a powerful weapon for his son to use. There is a very famous legend in the Kingdom of Mecca called Deng Xiao.

According to legend, a great prophet once used this method to reach heaven and had a conversation with God. Flying has always been the dream of mankind, and humans have never given up from ancient times to the present.

The e-book I brought back contains several simple flying props.

In addition to fighting in the past few years, Zhang Yong has asked top craftsmen to study these things and then replicate them. "Father! These artifacts were given to you by the gods in heaven. How can you just give them to me to use?" Zhang Dingxia said.

"You are my son, so it's okay for me to give you these things to use. The most important thing is that they can help you stabilize the situation over there. Tomorrow morning, I will take you to see something new. This thing will definitely surprise you." Zhang Yong said with a mysterious smile.

After more than 20 years of development, I have made a lot of things. With the emergence of gasoline, we have even seen a hint of an industrial revolution, and many craftsmen have made some new gadgets.

"Father! Do you have anything else to give me?"

"Everyone of you will have a share. This thing can be mass-produced in large quantities, which will help you wage the war better." Zhang Yong said.

Zhang Yong's group of concubines wanted to ask more questions, but Zhang Yong stopped talking about these things. Instead, he told everyone to eat and said that he would take them to see it tomorrow.

The dinner that day was very joyful. The only person who was unhappy was Farmaina.

Silent all night.

Early the next morning, Zhang Yong brought a large group of his concubines, children, and even some minors.

In an open space on the outskirts of Daxing Prefecture, which had been blocked by the army in advance, some giant hanging baskets were placed here, and there were also large balls being inflated.

"Father! What, what is this? Is this a hanging basket? A hanging basket this big can hold people?" Such a big hanging basket should be able to hold three or four people. The huge balloon is a bit similar to a Kongming lantern.

It is just countless times bigger than a Kongming lantern, but if such a thing takes people to the sky, how can they come down? It can't just go away and never come back, right?
"Father, do you want to use this thing to fly to the sky?" Zhang Yong's fourth son asked.

"Hahaha! You're right. I just want to put people in and then fly to the sky." Zhang Yong said with a smile.

This thing is a hot air balloon made by myself. The hot air balloon project started more than ten years ago. My e-book contains detailed production methods of hot air balloons, as well as some material substitutes, landing methods, and control methods. They are all extremely detailed.

The fuel problem is easy to solve. After all, we can now refine our own gasoline, and the technology is very mature.

Therefore, the production plan of hot air balloons has always been a major concern for Zhang Yong.

Even before the Second Western Expedition began, Zhang Yong had planned to bring two hot air balloons for reconnaissance.

Due to many reasons and technical problems at that time, the hot air balloon had not been successfully developed. Even when attacking the Southern Song Dynasty, Zhang Yong wanted to use a hot air balloon to fly into the sky for reconnaissance, but the technology at that time was still lacking.

Hot air balloons were still somewhat dangerous to use until recently, about a year ago, when they were successfully tested in secret.

After a whole year of experimentation, the craftsmen and soldiers finally mastered the use of this hot air balloon. Even then, it crashed several times, resulting in the unfortunate deaths of several soldiers participating in the experiment.

But finally all his efforts were not in vain. The hot air balloon was finally developed successfully. It can fly during the day and land safely.

Its greatest role is probably to intimidate the enemy. A giant balloon flying several hundred meters in the sky has sufficient deterrent power and can also be used for reconnaissance.

This thing is even more useful than a drone. My own drone’s battery is aging badly. It can only fly twice in the sky and must come down after a few minutes.

But with a hot air balloon, a few people can fly in the sky for hours without any problem.

Zhang Yong even considered using this thing in war, carrying some explosive packs to attack the enemy from the sky. However, although the idea is beautiful, the reality is cruel, as a hot air balloon cannot carry too many explosive packs.

So now this thing can only be used to deter the enemy, intimidate the enemy, or conduct high-altitude reconnaissance.

"Father, are you going to use this to fly?"

"Yes, this thing can fly. I got some detailed information from an alien. There is this simple aircraft. After it is made, it can fly in the sky. Ordinary people can also go to the sky, but it is somewhat dangerous. You guys shouldn't try it." Zhang Yong said.

It has been just over a year since the hot air balloon's first test flight, and the technology is not yet fully mature. Even the most recent fall from the sky happened a few months ago.

So if my son wants to go and experience it, he will have to wait.

"Boss, you are really awesome. This, this is a flying artifact! It is a flying artifact you made yourself, not given to you by gods." Tulanlun looked excited.

It turns out that the one who is in charge is the man destined by heaven. It is his destiny that he should become the Great Khan of Mongolia, not the Emperor of Central Plains. With such a magical flying creature, how can he not be called Khan or Emperor?
"Your Majesty, all the experimental personnel are in place and the three hot air balloons are ready. Can we take off?" An accompanying official came up to Zhang Yong, bowed, and asked.

"Well! Thank you for your hard work. Let's start flying now!" Zhang Yong nodded and said.

After receiving Zhang Yong's order, a group of people immediately got busy, began to heat the balloon, and made the top of the hot air balloon inflate directly.

Sandbags were also tied on the huge hanging basket. Four soldiers came up to Zhang Yong and bowed and saluted.

With a determined look on his face, he stepped into the basket, then lit the flame and began to heat the air inside the balloon.

Soon the huge hot air balloon rose into the sky and flew to a height of about several dozen meters in front of everyone's eyes.

The operation of a hot air balloon is extremely complicated. Its movement direction must follow the wind. The wind direction is different at different altitudes, different times, and different locations.

If you want to adjust the direction, you must find different layers. The rise and fall of a hot air balloon is also related to the temperature inside the sphere.

When the temperature inside the sphere is high, the gravity of the balloon decreases. When it is less than the buoyancy, the balloon will rise. When the air temperature inside the sphere drops, the buoyancy generated by the sphere is less than the sphere's own weight, and the balloon will begin to fall.

After more than a year of training, these soldiers have mastered some of these operating techniques and can at least control it to fly now.

"It really, really flew up. It really flew up." Zhang Yong's eldest son looked at the huge hot air balloon in the sky with a look of surprise on his face.

“It’s amazing, great prophet, is this what you brought from God?”

"Father! Did you really create a flying artifact? This is a flying artifact, created by us humans ourselves."

The craftsmen next to them also had faces full of pride. Although they had His Majesty's guidance, being able to build something that could fly had always been their dream, or rather everyone's dream.

"Hahaha! Take this thing with you when you go on the Western Expedition. It can deter and intimidate the enemy from a long distance. You can also scout the enemy's situation. When flying in the sky, you can see everything." Zhang Yong said.

He took out the hot air balloon for the purpose of the third Western Expedition, so that his sons could finally use it.

Now that flying drones have been eliminated, this hot air balloon should come in handy. Moreover, it is mass-produced, and all our troops can enjoy the convenience it brings.

In order to operate these hot air balloons, Zhang Yong has secretly trained a group of pilots. They enjoy the best treatment, and if an accident occurs, their families will receive a large amount of compensation.

"Father! Hahaha! If we have this thing, who in the world can be our opponent? We can control the sky." Zhang Yong's sons were excited. (End of this chapter)