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Chapter 825: The Lion of the Western Regions
With the support of Changle, the Protectorate of the Western Regions under Cao Zhang's power is the most attractive Protectorate of the Western Regions. After a heavy whip, Zhang Jaw's heart was completely relieved, because the canned food in the barracks was full again In the granary, the equipment and supplies under his command were replenished again.

And even though he was beaten to the end, the Duhu Mansion still acquiesced in his position as the general of the infantry. After all, this Bafu army is very special. Most of the soldiers were either recruited by Zhang Jaw from his hometown in Hebei, or Guo Huai from his hometown in Bingzhou. Recruited, it is difficult for anyone to replace their position.

On the other side, old Zhong Yao once again felt at ease as his master of swords and pens. Apart from calculating and dispatching food supplies in logistics, he didn't dare to open his mouth to participate in the personnel and political affairs of the Duhu Mansion. Now he is a master. If the Kanto forces want to survive in the Western Regions, they must be localized.

For this, he abandoned one of his best sons, Zhong Hui.

The biggest loser this time was none other than Zhong Hui. He was humiliated in public and his position was pushed to the end. Everyone knew that he was a sinner who abandoned his allies and ran away. He couldn't survive in the Western Regions.

But I have to admit that this kid does have an indomitable spirit. Originally, Zhong Yao arranged for him a place where he didn't have to go to the battlefield, so he worked as a miscellaneous soldier in the capital guard of Jiaohe City, where he could eat and wear warmly after cleaning. There is no danger, but this old boy has a neck and went to Guanzhong to join the army. This time he really started as a big soldier. It's really hard to say how he will develop.

What can't kill you can always make you stronger. This time, the catastrophe for the Protectorate of the Western Regions also made the cohesion of the Protectorate of the Western Regions stronger again. With the hope of investors, it took less than a year to rest , the conquering army of the Protectorate's Mansion continued to march towards the west again aggressively.

This time, the first unlucky ones were Gumo and Wusun.

To the northwest, at the northern foot of the Tianshan Mountains, Wusun Grassland.

The horseshoes trampled on the green pastures, and a black wave, almost as long as the horizon, stared murderously to the northwest.

Wang Shuang is very annoyed now!When he went to the rear car master to pick some cannon fodder, more than 500 of his capable old subordinates died in battle. With so many deaths, he really wanted to stab Zhang Jazhong twice.

However, the torture at the Jiaohe City Square marked that a reconciliation had been reached within the Duhu Mansion, and there was no way to retaliate internally, so he could only vent his anger on the other two young men, and the Wusun King's Tent in front of him was one of them.

There is no country in the Western Regions that is bigger than Wusun. The pastures of the Yili River generation at the northern foot of the Tianshan Mountains are almost completely occupied by Wusun, a different species of the Yuezhi, with a population of nearly 20. However, this does not mean that Wusun people face In the Western Han Dynasty, the Great Han Empire once controlled Wusun, but Wang Mang's civil strife and the Hundred Years of Qiang Rebellion weakened the Eastern Han's control of the Western Regions, which allowed Wusun to rise again.

To put it in a fashionable way, seeing Wang Shuang's three thousand Guanxi iron armored cavalry leading the way, plus three thousand local cavalry from the Duhufu, and five thousand pairs of rear chariot light cavalry all over the grassland, the Wusun nobles have already recalled that they were killed by the big Han. The fear of domination comes.

In the Wang Tent, Deng Ai's classmate, Hou Kun, who was chosen as the Han envoy of the Protectorate, was also extraordinarily arrogant and domineering, with his head held high, it didn't look like he had entered someone else's lair and might lose his head at any time Look, snorted proudly.

"Hand over the crown prince to my Great Wei as a hostage, Wusun will be fully opened to the Protectorate, and the city will be built on the banks of the Yili River, and the nobles will settle in the city!"

"Angel Wei! I, Wusun, can accept hostages, but this settlement? People in Wusun have been chasing water and grass for thousands of years. It is really unacceptable for us to set up a settlement!"

The contemporary Wusun Mokun Kuangmi is already in his early sixties, and his name is Kuangmi, but he has no madness at all. With an old waist bent, he bowed in an almost pleading voice.

"Your tribe can continue to be nomadic, but the nobles must establish a legal basis and accept the guardianship of Da Wei, otherwise, God knows when you unruly and capricious barbarians will betray me again!"

"But the envoy, that is Guiwei envoy Zhonghui..."

"Zhong Hui is a rebellious thief. He betrayed the Protectorate, and he has already been demoted as a slave! And this is not a negotiation between the Protectorate and Wusun, but an order! If you don't agree, let's go to war!"

Not to mention, he is really passionate. Hearing the threat from the Han envoy Hou Kun, the left general Basha Hetai, a big man in his early forties, with thick hair on his face and about to catch up with the orangutan, pulled out the scimitar in a rage. , chopped hard on the wooden table.

"Emissary of the Han Dynasty, don't threaten the people of Wusun with war! We were born on horses, fought on horses, and died on horses. We have been in the Western Regions for so many years, and we have never been afraid!"

"Okay, this is Wusun's answer! This messenger has written it down!"

Backed by hundreds of naturalized merchants in Liaodong and tens of thousands of landowners and knights in Kansai, Hou Kun was afraid of wool, so he raised his head with his hands behind his back, and he went out arrogantly.

But the battle still didn't start, because this Hou Kun had just returned to Wang Shuang's barracks. Behind him, a dozen Wusun nobles had already rushed up with the bloody orangutan head of the left general Basha Hetai. Shouting anxiously.

"Angel, don't get angry, my king has agreed to all the requests of Great Wei!"

Wusun just couldn't defeat the Protectorate of the Western Regions. He was kicked out from Dunhuang by the Dayue clan. Wusun, who had experienced the pain of being displaced and almost exterminated, didn't want to be kicked out again. Besides, he had nowhere to go. After crossing Congling Ridge, the Silicon Frost Department of the old enemy Dayuezhi people has established the Silicon Frost Empire!

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Marx once said that when capital came to the world, blood and filth flowed from every pore from head to toe.

The Wusun people are nomads, and the captives cannot be directly used as farmers, so the Duhufu is still interested in negotiating with them, but Gumo is a small agricultural oasis country, and the urban residents are mainly farmers who cultivate, just like elephants are killed because of their ivory. If he died like that, the Protectorate had no interest in negotiating with Gumo at all.

Anyway, the frontier Kucha Yandu City already exists, and Gumo's strategic significance is not great. This time, there are more than [-] Kanxi cavalry, [-] infantry from Zhangja Guohuai, and tens of thousands of Kucha servants. Surrounded Gumo City.

Profitable ah!
"Gumo betrayed my Great Wei, the crime is unforgivable! The whole city was demoted to slaves! The land was fined and confiscated as the property of the Duhufu! The three armies worked together to capture the city, and all the population and wealth are your spoils of war!"

He completely lost the appearance of an honest man, and he got a nose full of ashes here, and almost planted himself and Changle here. Facing the Gumo City Wall made of loess and Populus euphratica branches in the Western Regions, Deng Ai roared extremely furiously , but following his roar, a greedy golden light burst out from the pupils of tens of thousands of besieging troops.

Twenty heavy cannons followed Deng Ai's roar and pointed at the heads of those Gumo people who didn't know that the times had changed and relied on their own city walls to not panic!

(End of this chapter)