With the support of Changle, Cao Zhang's power in the Western Regions Metropolitan Protectorate is the attractive Western Regions Metropolitan Protectorate, and he ate a heavy whip, but Zhang's heart was completely relaxed, because the canned grain in the military camp was full of granaries again, and the equipment and supplies under his command were sufficient again.

And although he was also pushed to the end, the Duhufu still acquiesced to his position as the infantry general, after all, this overlord army is very special, and most of the soldiers are either recruited by Zhang Jaw from his hometown in Hebei, or recruited by Guo Huai from his hometown in Bingzhou, and it is difficult for anyone to replace their position.

On the other hand, the old Zhong Xuan was once again at ease as his master of the knife and pen, in addition to conscientiously calculating the food supply dispatch in logistics, he easily did not dare to participate in the personnel and political affairs of the Metropolitan Protectorate, and now he is a master, if this Kwantung force wants to survive in the Western Regions, it must be localized.

For this reason, he gave up one of his best sons, Zhong Hui.

The biggest loser this time is Zhong Hui, who was humiliated in public, and his position was swept to the end, everyone knew that he was a sinner who abandoned his allies and turned around and ran away, and he couldn't get mixed up in the Western Regions.

But I have to admit that this kid does have an indomitable spirit, originally Zhong Xuan arranged a place for him not to go to the battlefield, and he was a miscellaneous soldier in the capital of Jiaohe City, and there was no danger in cleaning and cleaning to eat and wear warmth, but this old boy had a stalk in his neck and went to Guanzhong to join the army, this time he really started from a big soldier, what development he can have, it's really hard to say.

What can't kill you can always make you stronger, this time the catastrophe of the Western Regions Protectorate has also made the cohesion of the Protectorate a lot stronger again, with the hope of investors, it has only been less than a year of rest, and the conquering army of the Protectorate has once again continued to advance towards the west.

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

Northwest direction, the northern foot of the Tianshan Mountains, Wusun grassland.

The horse's hooves 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! He went to the rear car division to select some cannon fodder kung fu, his elite old subordinates died more than 500 times, if the battle is killed, the sword has no eyes, and if he dies, he will die, there is no resentment, but he was actually stabbed in the back and died so much, he really had the mind to stab the jaw and stab the bell.

However, the punishment of Jiaohe City Square indicates that a reconciliation has been reached within the Duhu Mansion, and there is no way to retaliate internally, so he can only sprinkle his anger on the other two Erwuzai, and the Wusun King Tent in front of him is one of them.

There is no country in the Western Regions that is bigger than Wusun, and the pastures of the Ili River generation at the northern foot of the Tianshan Mountains are almost all occupied by Wusun, a different species of the Dayue clan, with a population of nearly 200,000, but this does not mean that the Wusun people are tough in the face of the Western Regions Protectorate, during the Western Han Dynasty, the Han Empire once controlled Wusun, but Wang Mang's civil strife and a hundred years of Qiang Chaos weakened the Eastern Han Dynasty's control over the Western Regions, which made Wusun rise again.

To use a fashionable phrase, seeing Wang Shuang's 3,000 Kansai ironclad cavalry at the head, plus 3,000 local cavalry of the Duhufu, and 5,000 pairs of light cavalry of the rear chariot division crisscrossing the grassland, the Wusun nobles have recalled the fear of being dominated by the Han Dynasty at the beginning.

In the royal tent, Hou Kun, Deng Ai's classmate and who was selected as the Han envoy of the Protectorate, was also extremely arrogant and domineering, holding his head high, not looking like he had entered someone else's nest and might lose his head at any time, and snorted proudly.

"The prince is hostage to my Great Wei, Wusun is fully open to the capital, the city is built on the bank of the Ili River, and the nobles settle in the city!"

"Great Wei Angel! Paying hostages, I Wusun can accept it, but this settlement? The Wusun people have been chasing water and grass for thousands of years, so let's make a decision, it's really unacceptable! ”

The contemporary Wusun Mokun is in his early sixties, his name is Madness, but he has no crazy temperament, he bends his old waist, and he bows in an almost pleading voice.

"Your people can continue to be nomadic, but the nobles must settle the foundation and accept the guardianship of Great Wei, otherwise, God knows when you unruly and capricious Hu people will betray my Great Wei again!"

"But the envoy, that's the Guiwei envoy Zhong Hui......"

"Zhong Hui is a thief, he betrayed the capital and has been denounced as a slave! And it's not that the Metropolitan Protectorate is consulting with Usun, it's an order! If you don't agree, let's go to war! ”

Not to mention, there is really blood, listening to the threat of the Han envoy Hou Kun, the general on the left, Basha Hetai, a man in his early forties with vigorous hair on his face and about to catch up with the orangutan, angrily pulled out the scimitar and slashed it on the wooden table.

"Han envoy, don't threaten the Wusun people with war! Our people were born on horses, fought on horses, died on horses, and have never been afraid of the Western Regions for so many years! ”

"Okay, that's Wusun's answer! This messenger has written it down! ”

The waist pole is arrogant, and there are hundreds of naturalized commercial houses in Liaodong and tens of thousands of landlords and knights in Kansai behind him, Hou Kun is afraid of a wool, and he raises his head with his hands behind his back, and he is really arrogant.

However, the battle still didn't start, because this Hou Kun had just returned to Wang Shuang's military camp, and behind him, more than a dozen Wusun nobles had already picked up the bloody orangutan head of the left general Basha Hetai, and they were still shouting anxiously while running.

"Angel don't be angry, all the requests of Da Wei, my king has agreed!"

Wusun just can't beat the Western Regions Protectorate, was kicked out from Dunhuang by the Dayue clan, and Wusun, who has already tasted the pain of being displaced to almost extermination, doesn't want to be driven out again, and there is nowhere to go out, crossing the green ridge, the silicone frost department of the old enemy Dayue clan has established a silica frost empire!

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Marx once said that when capital comes into the world, blood and filth flow from head to toe from every pore.

The Wusun people are nomadic people, and the captives cannot be used directly as farmers, so the Duhufu is still interested in negotiating with them, but Gumo is a small agricultural oasis, and the city residents are mainly farmers who cultivate, just like an elephant died because of ivory, Duhufu has no interest in negotiating with Gumo at all.

Anyway, the frontier Qiuzi Yandu City already exists, and the strategic significance of Gumo is not great, this time more than 2,000 Guanxi cavalry, 6,000 infantry of Zhangjaw Guo Huai and tens of thousands of Qiuzi servant troops arrived, and directly surrounded Gumo City.

It's profitable!

"Gu Mo betrayed my Great Wei, the crime is unforgivable! The whole city is denounced as slaves! The land is confiscated for the Metropolitan Protectorate! Three armies work hard, take the city, and all the wealth of the population is your spoils of war! ”

Completely without the appearance of an honest man, he touched a gray nose here, almost planted himself and Changle here, facing the Gumo city wall cast by loess and poplar branches in the Western Regions, Deng Ai roared with extreme anger, and with his roar, the pupils of tens of thousands of besieging troops appeared with greedy golden light.

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