Chapter 65 Musin knows everything

"My sins are my sins, what do you want to bear? I just want to talk and spit out my bitterness when I drink some wine today, what should I do next time, you say, I will still do it, our brothers will snuggle up to each other for so many years, it doesn't make sense, I'll retreat halfway down the road. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Tie Xinyuan nodded, took a wine glass and water, drank a glass of wine, and then said to him: "The construction of Hami City cannot be stopped, I hope you will supervise the work." ”

After drinking the wine, Shui'er said, "I'll go!" ”

Huo'er saw that Tie Xinyuan was looking at him, and hurriedly said: "There is a lot of gunpowder, and the fire nitrate refined from saltpeter is now 24,560 catties, and in five days, I can make them into granular gunpowder." ”

Tie Xinyuan sighed and said, "Our army is actually a rabble, and if it weren't for gunpowder and oil, I wouldn't have expected to gain a foothold here.

Huo'er, work hard, when preparing gunpowder, we can only come by our own people, and no outsiders are allowed to interfere, which is the foundation of whether we can gain a foothold in Hami. “

Fu'er hesitated and whispered: "Brother Yuan, now those civil officials control the government of Hami, will they?" ”

Tie Xinyuan glanced at Fu'er and said, "No!" ”

"Then I didn't say it."

"Now is the time for solidarity, and infighting will only drain our strength, and we should not have such thoughts.

If we are to constrain those civil officials everywhere, the cycle of Hami construction and stability will be very long, you know, time is not on our side. ”

The brothers nodded thoughtfully.

They know more about Tie Xinyuan than others, and since he can introduce the Great Song civil official system from thousands of miles away, it means that he must have a way to check and balance this matter, so they don't need to say much.

Drinking with his brother, he will always drink more, and Tie Xinyuan will return to the house at dusk.

When he fell asleep in a daze, there seemed to be a peacock river snake spreading on the Gobi in front of him.

Unbeknownst to him, at the same time, a black-clad army emerged from the distant mountains.

The war horses under their crotches galloped briskly on the Gobi, and even the coming darkness could not stop their steps.

The two horses running in front suddenly weakened their front hooves and fell to the ground with a bang, and the knight on the horse broke off the stirrups with the strength of the horse's forward rush, and his body curled up into a ball and rolled forward two or three feet away.

Seeing this, the rest of the knights did not panic, but pulled the reins, and the horses sprang out to both sides, and in an instant they changed from marching columns to battle-ready arrays.

When the two fallen knights stood up, they found that their black cloak was soaking wet.

Before he had time to explain more, let alone care about his slowly sinking body, one of the knights opened his mouth and shouted, "Quicksand! ”

The two cowhide ropes were thrown over, and the two knights grabbed the cowhide ropes and dumped their bodies, and then they were dragged out of the quicksand by the horses.

The two fallen horses were not so lucky, although they were struggling hard, their bodies were slowly sinking, and after a while, the quicksand flooded the horses' heads, and after a long series of bubbles emerged from the dark gray mud, the quicksand returned to its original state.

A bearded general looked at the red sun that had set, and simply ordered the whole army to camp on the spot.

The way this knight camped was very strange, they did not set up a camp, after feeding the horses with fodder and water, they spread a blanket on the sand of the Gobi, and then lay quietly on the blanket and looked at the starry sky overhead, and after a while the camp began to snore.

Four gray camels, who always kept the same pace, came to the edge of the quicksand, and under the reprimand of the driver, the four camels slowly knelt on the ground, and a soft sedan chair carried by the four camels also slowly fell to the ground.

Mu Sin, who was holding the scepter, walked out of the soft sedan chair, looked at the quicksand glowing with light water under the starlight, and whispered to the bearded general beside him: "Adan, this is the enemy you have to face. ”

The bearded general looked old, but his voice still carried the boldness of a young man: "Master Mu, do you mean quicksand?" ”

Mu Sin picked up a stone, threw it into the quicksand, watched the stone slowly sink into the quicksand, raised his head and looked at the young general and said, "No, it's not the quicksand, it's the person who made this quicksand." ”

The bearded Adan said in surprise: "Quicksand can also be artificially made? ”

Musin laughed silently, not making any unnecessary explanations.

Adam's confused expression made it easy for Mu Xin to think of his clever cheap disciple.

If Tie Xinyuan was here, he wouldn't ask such a question.

The route of the march of the army was drawn up three months ago, and there was no water and quicksand here at that time!

Thinking of the disciple who had become the king of Hami, Mu Xin sighed and said: "Twenty days ago, someone dug the embankment of the Tarim River, and the rolling Tarim River no longer flowed north, but was diverted to the south, breaking the embankment of the Peacock River, and then, ah, the water of the Tarim River wandered on the Gobi Desert.

Now, it's at your feet, blocking your tracks. ”

Adan didn't care and said, "Master Mu, there's quicksand, let's just go around." ”

Mu Xin smiled: "I'm afraid I can't get around!" ”

After speaking, Musin re-entered the soft sedan chair, and the driver scolded again, and the four camels slowly got up, turned around and staggered into the darkness.

The darkness did not last long, and a huge camp appeared on the edge of Montenegro.

Huge fires, dotted with torches, stretching from the edge of the Gobi to the depths of Montenegro, will mistake the flickering cold stars in the sky for wobbly torches if you don't look closely.

Musin's camel went straight to the largest tent, and when he got out of the sedan chair, he stepped on a thick woolen carpet and stepped into the tent.

In July, when the Gobi was at its hottest, the ruler of the Qarakhanid, Boktu Khan, sat quietly in the big tent and waited for Musin.

Even in the blazing heat of July, Boktu still didn't remove his armor, and his war knife was on the table, within reach.

Musin naturally sat down on Boktu's left hand, took the mare's milk on the table and saluted Boktu, and then drank it all.

"The Tarim River has breached." Boktu's voice was muffled.

"Now it looks like someone has dug it up." Musin didn't care.

"Uighur kings?"

Musin shook his head and said, "The Uighur king is now in fear all day long, he does not have the ability or the guts. ”

Boktu sighed and said, "Why should Mu Shi be in such a hurry, after I kill the Uighur king, we will not be too late to try Hami." ”

Musin shook his head and said, "Don't lose eight miles, the Uighur king is just an old dog without guts, they don't have to worry, we need to go south, east."

Dear Boktu Khan, if you go to Tokyo, you will know what prosperity is, and if you go to Khitan, you will know how magnificent the land of the rising sun is.

The gospel of the gods was preached in the grasslands and deserts, and only there was no place where God's light could shine. ”

Boketu said in a sullen voice: "Even if I am on the edge of the Seven Rivers, I know the prestige of the Khitans, even if I live under the poplar trees, I also know the prosperity of the Song Kingdom, Mu Shi, do you really think that just relying on our Qarakhanid State, we can defeat the Khitan that is a hundred times stronger than us, and defeat the Song State, which is a thousand times richer than us?" ”

Musin smiled: "Boktu, don't worry about your brother, as long as you are still fighting for the gods, he will not dare to encroach on your territory and people. ”

"Nasser was a savage who grew up eating the milk of wild beasts, and he was like a brother to the Turkmen in the fur hat.

Mushi, when I went on an expedition to the Uighur king, Nasser married the sister of a Turkmen chieftain, and both sides of the Syr Darya River are now called oracles. ”

Mu Xin groaned slightly, stroked his chest and said to Boktu: "No matter what Naisel did, now, only you are fighting for the gods, Boktu continue to the east, only by crossing the Tianshan Mountains, you will know how big the world is, and only when you reach the coast of the East China Sea, you will know that the glory of the gods will make you the king of the world."

I, Mosin, the King of Wisdom under the throne of the Celestials, will accompany you, bear witness to your glory, and personally wear the most glorious crown for you.

By that time, it would be Nasser and, more recently, Seljuk. Nack, will prostrate at your feet and call you the king of the world in the most humble tones. ”

Boktu hung his head and said nothing, and Musin finished drinking the mare's milk and left the Khan's tent with a smile, believing that Boktu would continue his march eastward as he wished.

It had been two hours since Mahim had been kneeling in Musin's tent, and he had been waiting for him since he had been summoned by the King of Wisdom.

Ever since the Qarakhanid began his attack on the Uighurs, Mahim knew that sooner or later, he would cut off all commercial ties with Hami and eventually become an enemy.

Given a choice, Mahim would not be at all willing to be an enemy of the Taliban who had saved his life.

Of course, between the Celestial and the Taliban, he could only choose the Celestial.

"Mahim, my child, can you tell me what my students are doing on the other side of the Tien Shan Mountains? Does he preach God's will to the ignorant? ”

Musin quietly walked into the tent and asked after circling around Mahim twice like an old vulture.

Mahim swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said, "Respected King of Wisdom, your Taliban has now established a country on the other side of the Tianshan Mountains, and has built a beautiful city called Qingxiang City, and when I came out, his subordinates were building another big city for him, called Hami City. ”

Musin laughed, "It's all God-given strength.

Mahim, my child, are these two cities the domain of the gods now? ”

Mahim leaned on the wool felt and whispered, "I'm afraid it's not ......" (to be continued.) )