In the face of bloody and indiscriminate killings, the so-called nobles in Bukhara no longer had the courage to resist, and even Nasreddin, the lord of the city, also lost the bargaining strength - there were not only Han slaves in Bukhara, but also slaves of other ethnic groups, and once the news spread, the slaves rebelled and destroyed Bukhara.

A few people who originally followed the dead ghost Tiltam, after communicating with Nasreddin, made up a compensation and handed it over to Cheng Shouru, and some rich families who originally kept slaves did not dare to say that the price of food three times their weight was too high, and they also made up some compensation, lest the Han people who traveled east would take advantage of the problem and find trouble for them.

These trivial matters are all contacted by Cheng Shouru and others, anyway, the strength comparison is there, there will be no discrepancies, and Lao Luo doesn't care about it at all.

For him, continuing to accumulate foundation and strength is the most important thing, no matter what era, there will always be more room for choice when he is strong. A kingdom without choice can only be slaughtered by man, and an individual without choice can only be another form of slave.

There is nothing to be noted about Bukhara, but it is the way forward that deserves his attention.

In terms of familiarity with the area, no one in the ranks surpassed the Qarluqs who were kept as slaves. So Corn Philo and Shorty Munich were summoned to his side.

"You know why I'm looking for you, right?" Lao Luo glanced at the two people kneeling on the ground, and asked a little absent-mindedly.

"Yes, master." Su Mi Fei Luo replied respectfully, the two of them are one with each other, they were originally masters and servants, and now although they are both slaves under Lao Luo's tent, they still maintain the tacit understanding they once had.

It's not that Lao Luo is pretending to be profound, his purpose is to test what the two people who have been subdued for a long time think, and their performance will determine Lao Luo's attitude towards foreign races.

The consequences of blindly killing must be to make enemies in all directions, if only Lao Luo himself, he is fearless, but the tens of thousands of people at the moment are extremely unbearable, even if Lao Luo has superior combat power, he can't take care of the lives of tens of thousands of people. All co-optation and differentiation are the most labor-saving methods, to paraphrase the terms in the drama is the way of the king, to quote the diplomatic concept of later generations is to use a big stick in one hand and money in the other, and to use the folk saying is to slap a sweet date.

This kung fu is not what Lao Luo is good at, but he has to give it a try, from a general to a king, this step is always inevitable.

"Well, tell me about it?" Lao Luo did not expect Su Mi Philo to say anything useful, but he had to confirm the thoughts of the Qarluq.

"The owner must be worried about how to arrange for tens of thousands of people to spend the winter, the winter weather is cold, it is impossible to let the elderly and children live in tents......" Su Mi Philo told with a straight look, obviously thinking about this matter for a long time.

Lao Luo was indeed a little surprised, he was having a headache recently, in this era, the population is sparse and the productivity is low, but there is no city that can accommodate a team of tens of thousands of people, you can't choose a city to slaughter, and then put everyone in it, right?

"Well, you're right, sit down and talk, and Munic." Lao Luo's face softened a lot, and he still did not reject people who could follow him sincerely. He wasn't racist, otherwise he wouldn't have accepted two primitive Maasai warriors in the first place.

Corn Philo and Muniqi crept to sit down on the soft collapse, and Lao Luo noticed that the two of them did not look bad, even better than when they were captured at the foot of the Transcaucasian mountains.

"Master, from here to the east, about a hundred and fifty Roman miles, around Samarkand, there is an abandoned earthen city called Kuzak, where only a few guilds will stay as they pass by." With Lao Luo's leniency, perhaps because he saw hope, Corn Philo's tone was also a lot smoother.

"Kuzak? How big is that city? What is the terrain around? How many people can it accommodate? Whose territory was it originally? "Lao Luo can't think of any place like this.

"This ...... Munich had been there before, and asked the owner to allow Munich to introduce him. Corny Philo pushed Munich on the back as he spoke.

Lao Luo was relieved, no matter what these two Qarluqs thought in their hearts, their fate was in their own hands, presumably what they saw and heard along the way also conquered their vision, otherwise these two guys would not be so honest. "Corn Philo, Muniqi, you have been in my camp for a long time, you should understand what I am like as a master, so don't cover it up, as long as you are loyal to me, you may live better than you in the original tribe."

"Yes, yes, master, Corn Philo understands."

"Master, Munich understands and does not dare to deceive the master."

"Say, if there is anything to say directly, if it can be beneficial to tens of thousands of people in winter, I, the master, will not be stingy with rewards." Starting from Athens, Lao Luo also put himself into the role of this era, playing the role of master in front of slaves.

"The host...... Kuzak was originally the name of a small tribe, that Kuzak town is their place of residence, that small city was originally inhabited by nearly 100,000 people, it is said that thirty years ago, the people of Kuzak offended the emir of the Samanid Dynasty at that time, all the people of Kuzak were killed, even if they did not die, they scattered and fled...... "Muniqi is a clever tongue in the end, once there is no nervousness, it is still very detailed to talk about things.

"100,000? All killed? "A city of 100,000 people was all slaughtered, Lao Luo didn't believe it.

"Yes, master, in fact, there should have been only thirty or forty thousand people killed, because there used to be a trade route near Kuzak, and there would always be merchants passing by and living there, and there were other tribes attached to the Kuzak tribe, and after the Samanid led the army to attack Kuzak, many people fled directly."

"Well, you go on."

"It is said that at that time Kuzak was full of dead bodies, and all the wealth in the city was plundered by the Samanids, and then there were rumors of hauntings there, and the number of people living there began to decrease, and the trade routes in the east were blocked due to landslides, and many caravans detoured to the north...... The city of Kuzak was deserted. ”

"How do you know in such detail?"

"Master, when I was a child, I followed the people everywhere, and the old man of the clan said it when I passed by there ten years ago." Munich is no more than 1.6 meters tall, and he talks about his childhood, which makes people feel a little funny.

Lao Luo doesn't have any idea of making fun of him, he never judges people by their appearance, many people who are not good-looking often have outstanding minds, but many dignified people are often refuted as having a sharp mouth and a thick belly.

Sometimes you don't need a reason to doubt someone, and you don't need a reason to trust someone either.

Lao Luo is still very confident in his own judgment ability, Su Mi Fei Luo and Mu Niqi have seen the combat effectiveness of the eastbound battalion, and their own fate is still in the hands of Lao Luo, so they will never dare to lie and deceive. The former they couldn't find suitable foreign aid, and the latter they were not so brave to escape, not to mention that the food, clothing, shelter and transportation in the eastbound camp were definitely much better than in their own clan.

It seemed that the two of them were telling the truth, and Lao Luo began to pay attention to what they said, "Tell me what Kuzak's place is like now, and what is the surrounding environment?" ”

"This ...... Master, I went there three years ago, and I really don't know what happened now, but I don't think anyone would have lived there in the first place. "Muniqi is a cautious and sensitive person, after all, he has not communicated with Lao Luo a few times, and he really does not dare to speculate like Corn Philo.

"It doesn't matter, how much do you know, just say it, say as much as you know, just don't deceive me!"

"Yes, when I passed by three years ago, Kuzak was full of collapsed houses, with many gaps in the walls, overgrown with weeds, and the bones of many dead people."

"How high are the walls? Is the house well preserved? ”

"The walls probably have ...... According to the size of the Tang people, it should be only three zhang high, stone and rammed earth walls, there are still many houses that have not collapsed, but no one dares to go in to live, it is said that there are unclean and cursed things in it......"

"Good, what's the terrain up there nearby? Is there a forest and a water source? ”

"Yes, Kuzak is surrounded by high mountains to the north, grassy slopes to the south, and many small rivers to the east......"

Lao Luo picked up the key things that he needed to know and asked over and over again, but Muniqi did not have any hesitation, and occasionally Corn Philo interspersed with a description of the situation in the east of Samarkand, which made Lao Luo's understanding of this land increase a lot.

With a few compliments, a promise to reward Kuzak as civilians if it was confirmed that he could survive the winter, and to allow them to bring in their families, the two Qarluqs left happily.

Lao Luo began to speculate on the specific location of this Kuzak against his own memories - he had been to this place many times in later generations, and about 1,000 kilometers northeast of Samarkand was the Ili River Valley, a large area that had once been the scope of his mission, so how could he not be familiar with it?

Samarkand is a territory belonging to Uzbekistan in later generations, the north is Lake Edda, and there is a small city called Jizzak not far from the northeast, but it does not match the description of Muniqi, and then to the east is the mountainous area, there is a very famous place, the CCCP era was once called Leninabad, and another localized name is called Khujand, which is very similar to the pronunciation of Muniqi, but that place was inhabited by Tajiks in later generations, which is completely inconsistent with this era......

Lao Luo hesitated.

This era is no longer the roads, cars, farmland, and stone fortresses that once I remembered......

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