Chapter 4: The Society Rat (Eight Hours)

"Don't rush to say you can't do it! You come with me! Feng Changqing's heart was full of wine, as if he didn't want to care about how much of a storm he would set off after his words and deeds were spread out tonight. Jumping over the short table in front of him, he grabbed Wang Xun's chest and dragged him to Yutu like a dead dog, "Look, tell me what you can see?!" ”

The figure of the "junior ......" was two and a half feet taller than Feng Changqing, and Wang Xun didn't dare to struggle. I had to bend down and say in a happy tone to coax the elders, "The juniors will look at it." It depends. You always let go of your hands, let go of your hands, the juniors' clothes are a little tight, and they ......"

"Hmm!" Feng Changqing accepted Wang Xun's excuse and slowly let go of his fingers. The whole person refused to retreat further, hugged his shoulders, and watched from the sidelines.

Wang Xun was stared at uncomfortably, so he had to try to open his eyes wide, trying to read some deep meaning from the pictures hanging on the wall. Speaking from the heart, this map is very detailed, including almost all the mountains, rivers, roads and bridges west of Tulum. Even if you don't rely on a guide, you won't easily get lost if you follow this map.

However, the answer that Feng Changqing hoped for was definitely not for him to praise the meticulous drawing of the map. Wang Xun looked at it without blinking, pacing back and forth with his feet. Looking, watching, I really figured out some different doorways.

Since the Han Dynasty, the place called the Western Regions by the Central Plains has long been divided into several large pieces by the desert with hundreds of years of climate change. To the east of Tulun, it is a large piece between the Yumen Pass and the Calamus Sea. Counting from the westward direction of Tulun, it includes Shule, Xiaobolu, Dabolu and Kangju, Gapoli, which are currently controlled by the Great Cannibals, and other places are counted as another large block. Although there are green mountains and snow-capped mountains in between, in general, it is a place where crops can barely be grown, cattle and sheep can be grazing. And Kangju, Kabulo and other places further west, is a boundless desert. It was not until the original territory of Persia that the population was seen again.

To the south of Dabolu, where the original Tianzhu Kingdom is located, there is a whole piece of anointed land. However, there is a rolling mountain that acts as a barrier. The area controlled by the Tianzhu, Tubo and Anxi armies was cut off. Only a handful of canyons remain passable. If there were enough troops at hand at this moment, and the soldiers would not get sick if they lived on the top of the mountain for a long time, Wang Xun would rather build a few fortresses between Tubo, Tianzhu and Anxi, and then stuff the soldiers into one of them. It will immediately block the way down the mountain, so that all parts of Anxi will never again be threatened from the south.

"How's it going, do you see it clearly?" Feng Changqing waited a little impatiently, patting Wang Xun's back to urge.

After hesitating for a moment, Wang Xun decided that he still didn't want to tell the truth, "I don't know." The younger generation just thinks that the distance between our Anxi army and the big cannibals or Tubo people is closer than the distance between us and Chang'an! ”

Unexpectedly, Feng Changqing slapped him hard, laughed and said, "Yes, the person selected by the old man will naturally not have a bad vision." Our Anxi army is indeed farther away from Chang'an than from the enemy. Therefore, it is difficult to count on the help from Chang'an, even if there is a baggage to be transported, among the ten stops, it will be lost to more than five stops! ”

"I guess whatever I say, you won't let me go!" Wang Xun muttered in his heart, but he didn't dare to show the slightest dissatisfaction on his face, and grinned as a response.

"Do you think that the old man is naturally belligerent, and he is sad that the war will not be won?" Feng Changqing looked at the map and made a comparison, "Nonsense, the old man has already protected both the official residence, whether it is a fictitious position or a real position, he is about to reach the top of the generals." I still care about a bullshit credit! The old man is sad and sad for Datang. Grief for the heroic souls of generations of Anzai soldiers! You take a closer look, take a closer look, look here, here, and here......."

He grabbed Wang Xun's arm, as if he was about to shout out all his indignation, "Look, our area of Shule, Big and Small Bolu, Kabulo, and Kangju is the only place in the entire Western Regions that can support tens of thousands of troops. If the forces of the Great Cannibals were to be expelled from this place entirely, they would have to transport supplies from thousands of miles away if they wanted to go west. Out of ten stops, you have to lose six stops. And once this land is lost, the Great Cannibal is equivalent to finding a place to rest on the way east. Food, horses, ordnance, can be replenished here......"

As he spoke, Feng Changqing took Xiao Bolu as the center of the circle and struggled to draw a huge circle. "It's just this place, it seems like a place where birds don't. However, it is the key to the Tang Dynasty, Dashi, and Tubo to compete for the Western Regions. Whoever is in complete control has the initiative to attack. And the other two parties can only be beaten honestly in the future! I, the Anxi soldiers, have been following each other for generations, and I have barely laid down the good situation in front of me! The old man didn't have any skills, so he easily threw it away! The old man, the old man will become the sinner of Anxi through the ages in the future! ”

"Sinners through the ages?" Wang Xun repeated ignorantly. Is it really that serious? The big cannibal has just been beaten by Feng Changqing? However, deep down, there seemed to be a voice telling him that Feng Changqing was by no means alarmist. It is precisely because Fourth Uncle Feng's mind is all about this that he can see it more clearly than others, and in his heart, he will feel that time is more urgent.

"Yes, sinners through the ages!" Feng Changqing's mood suddenly fell again, and he repeated in a low voice with a wry smile, "The old man shouldn't give in to the old eunuch during the day. What a great opportunity, it's gone! If Gao Jiedu is here, he will definitely not be as incompetent as the old man! ”

Confused by Feng Changqing's changing ideas, Wang Xun smiled and comforted in a low voice, "Hasn't General Duan already led his troops west?" Perhaps, after the beginning of spring next year, the fourth uncle, you can order a large army to join him under the city of Gabulo. As long as you find a way to drive away all the people who are pulling back at that time, and ensure the supply of grain and grass, who will have the courage to fight against you! ”

"Next year!" Feng Changqing continued to smile bitterly, "It is said that it will continue next year, who would have expected what would happen next year?" The old man was incompetent, and he was actually tied by a eunuch. I regret it, I regret that I shouldn't have been ruthless in the first place, and sent someone to do this eggless thing halfway! ”

"Fourth Uncle is drunk!" This time, Wang Xun really didn't dare to listen to it anymore. Although in his heart, he wished that Bian Lingcheng would die without a place to be buried.

"The old man is not drunk. The old man was very sober in his heart. Otherwise, the old man won't pull you little guy to ramble endlessly! Feng Changqing laughed bitterly loudly, turned around, and staggered to the side of the table. Pour wine, pour wine, Mingyun, the old man and you two will not get drunk tonight. Don't shirk, you're the old man's junior. You have the blood of the royal family in your veins! ”

What happened to the blood of the Wang family? Haven't the Wang family been officials for several generations? Holding Feng Changqing's arm, Wang Xun thought in a daze. The old man's body was very light, and he could almost lift the other party with one hand. However, deep down, I felt heavy, heavy, as if I was pressed by a high mountain. He could barely breathe, and he didn't have the courage to face Feng Changqing's hazy drunken eyes.

There, there is a dream that never wakes up. Wang Xun's shoulders were too tender to bear it.