Luan Yi chattered with Zhao Yunpan for a long time, until Guo Jia came to persuade Luan Yi for the third time, and it would be time for the army to miss if it didn't pull out. Luan Yi reluctantly said goodbye to Zhao Yun.

Somehow, as he gets older, Luan Yi becomes more and more nostalgic. Seeing the friends around him who started a business with him scattered to various places to take on heavy responsibilities, this made him think of the scene of graduating from college in a trance, and the partners who got along day and night returned to their respective cities, and the distance between the upper and lower bunks in the past was isolated by distant provincial borders, and he did not see each other for many years. The familiar figure becomes the impression on the photograph and fades over time.

As his friends left one after another, Luan Yi felt more and more lonely, "Hey...... It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, and the east wind is powerless. The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns to ash and tears begin to dry. Xiaojing but the clouds and temples have changed, and the night chant should feel the cold moonlight. There is no way to go to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent to visit. ”

The song "It's Difficult to Say Goodbye When We Meet" made Zhao Yun cry and kneel on the ground, "Redeeming Yun is duty, and he can't continue to accompany the sect leader." The Sect Master cherishes. ”

Luan Yi picked up Zhao Yun and said with teary eyes: "The Qiang Autonomous Prefecture will be handed over to Zilong." With Zilong here, I can sit back and relax. ”

"Yun, I will definitely live up to the high expectations of the sect leader."

Luan Yi nodded with satisfaction, then turned over and got on the horse, and waved at Zhao Yun again, "Zilong is precious." ”

"Sect Master, cherish!"

"All the troops are out!" Luan Yi shouted loudly and rode his horse first. Zhang Fei followed closely behind and lit up his loud voice, "Sing military songs!" ”

"There seem to be two armies in the world that are evil and good against each other, and I must be on one side, not in the middle. I am the personal soldier of the Great Lady, and I will be with my commander, and though the enemy is vicious, the Lord can protect it, and if there is victory, there will be no defeat. ”

Zhao Yun stopped in place, watched the familiar figure leave the field of vision, listened to the familiar ballad disappear from his ears, and made a standard salute to the east, "Sect Master, take care all the way." Then he led the troops back to Stone City.

The army of 160,000 churches and 670,000 Qiang captives embarked on the long journey home. It is not a simple matter for such a large number of people to march together, or more accurately, it is not a simple march, but a large-scale migration of people.

Fortunately, with 160,000 troops escorted by the army, and with the prison sister Qiang providing sufficient food and straw, although the march of the army was quite time-consuming, the process was very smooth.

Half a year later, in the autumn of the twelfth year of the Han Dynasty, the army of the Western Expedition of the Church of Our Lady successfully passed through Xiliang and arrived in Chang'an.

Outside Chang'an City, there was a surge of people. The people of the diocese, who had learned in advance about the return of the Church army, spontaneously gathered outside the west gate of Chang'an City to welcome the triumph of the army.

Among the welcoming crowd, some cheerfully waved small blood red cross flags; Others hold crosses and recite words, as if to thank the Lady for her kindness, helping the Guardians of the Holy Church to drive away evil; Others directly carried baskets full of eggs and wine jars, kept stuffing eggs and pastries into the arms of the church guards, and kept toasting to the church guards.

The enthusiasm of the people made Luan Yi and the soldiers of the whole army deeply encouraged. Let them feel more and more that the suffering and sweat of this expedition to the west are worth it.

In addition to the people who spontaneously came to greet the church army, there were also a group of people standing outside the west gate of Chang'an City. These men wore bowler-capped felt hats and sheepskin jackets, and their faces were square and large, and their cheekbones were more prominent. There was a pungent smell of hernia mixed with spices. Clear-eyed people know at a glance that they are not Han Chinese.

That's right, they are the envoys sent by the Southern Xiongnu this time, King Zuo Xian and his servants.

Looking at the triumphant army of Our Lady from afar, he was shocked for a while. In the past ten years, he has seen many Han soldiers and horses, and has also been to the battlefield many times to fight against the Han people. But the army in front of him was different from all the Han armies he had seen in the past.

Although it can be seen from the faces and expressions of the soldiers that their mood is cheerful and excited, in the face of such a lively cheering scene, they always maintain a solemn expression, not moved by the chaotic environment at all, and the formation is not a little disordered from beginning to end, horizontal and vertical, incomparably neat; The right foot comes first and the left foot is not messy at all. During this period, no matter how the people stuffed their belongings on them, they were all returned by their officers intact, euphemistically rejecting the people's kindness.

From this alone, it can be seen that the Han army in front of them has super discipline.

Even more shocking was the Han Chinese equipment, when the steel torrent formed by the Templars and the trap camp appeared in Qubei's sight, the armor reflected the light emitted by the sunlight, and Qubei was dizzy. "Good ...... What kind of army is this? It would cost at least a hundred taels of silver to make such an armor! Plus the big lance, and the Dawan horse...... It costs more than two hundred taels of silver to train a cavalryman...... Hey, Dahan is really rich! ”

Unbeknownst to him, with the increasing productivity of the Han Dynasty, especially the development of metallurgical and forging technologies, coupled with the rapid innovation of production equipment such as hydraulic punches, the efficiency of manufacturing Templar Mingguang armor has also increased. The development of productivity has naturally led to a decline in manufacturing costs. Therefore, it is not necessary to spend more than 200 taels of silver to make a piece of equipment for the Templars in the Great Han Dynasty, but it will probably only cost about 50 taels of silver.

It's just that fifty taels of silver is nothing to Luan Yi, but it is a real sky-high price for the Huns.

After secretly expressing his feelings about the expensive equipment cost of the Templars and the trapped camp, Qubei thought about what would happen if the Huns' cavalry met the ironclad cavalry and ironclad infantry armed to the teeth in front of him.

Obviously, the Huns' proud cavalry must have infinitely equal to zero damage to such a heavily armored cavalry, and the knife cannot see through it, and the spear cannot penetrate it...... The only thing to be thankful for is that this part of the Han army is not large, only one or two hundred thousand people, compared with the hundreds of thousands of Xiongnu troops, it is just a drop in the bucket.

In addition to the Templars and the Trap Camp, Qubei originally wanted to see the Han Chinese Thunderbolts. It's a pity that I didn't see any trace of the Thunderbolt for a long time, and after inquiry, I learned that the Thunderbolt was always assembled at the scene of the battle. After the end of the war, because the thunderbolts were too heavy to transport, the sappers dismantled them, discarded all the ordinary timber, and only took the core parts and packed them into boxes, which were brought back with the baggage of the rear army.

Now, the parts are packed in a box, so you can't see them.

This made Qubei very disappointed, but what he saw today has gained a lot. As a more far-sighted figure in the Xiongnu Empire, King Zuo Xian saw that the Han people's victory over the Qiang people was not a fluke, but a testimony of strength.

Although the current Han is still in the period of warlord melee, his essence is no longer what he used to be, and after meeting Qi Wang Luanyi, he must go to Shan Yuting to recount what he has seen and heard about this trip in detail, so that Hu Chef Shan Yu can re-recognize and understand the current Han, so as to re-plan the way to get along with Han Ting in the future. At the same time, he had to convert the Xiongnu courtiers and tribal leaders who remained contemptuous and hostile to the Han court. In particular, a hater like King Youxian must avoid a conflict between a person like him and the current Han Dynasty, which would lead to a large-scale war.

That night, I thought and wrote a lot, and I didn't close my eyes and fall asleep until late at night. On the second day, he wanted to sleep until three o'clock in the morning, but someone called him up early in the morning.

This is a Han official in a red robe, he looks handsome, and his eyes under the crown are very rich, and they are strangely connected in a line. His wise eyes shone like the morning sun, and his sharp gaze reminded him of the eagle on the grassland.

After passing each other's names, I learned that the middle-aged man in front of him who looked to be just over thirty years old was the famous genius of salvation in the Han court, the great Han Honglu Temple, and the Cardinal of the Holy Mother of God Sect.

"It's actually the drama master who came in person, and he missed the distance, and he looked at Haihan." Go and bow respectfully, the way.

"Lord Youxian is polite. The drama was able to see the right virtuous king in person, which was really a blessing for three lives. Xi Zhicai responded politely.

"I don't know if the drama lord came to visit early in the morning, but there is something important?"

"Something really important." Xi Zhicai said: "King Qi invites King Youxian to enter the palace to meet him." ”

"Now?" Go humbled and stunned. Luan Yi had just been handsome yesterday, and he originally thought that he would see him in a while. But he never thought that Luan Yi would send Xi Zhicai to invite him the day after he returned.

"That's right, now!"

Qubei immediately realized that Luan Yi was in such a hurry to see him, there must be something important to discuss. So he didn't dare to slack off, confessed to Xi Zhicai, and immediately beckoned his relatives to change and wash for him.

When everything was ready, he put on the most gorgeous robe he had prepared before, and followed Xi Zhicai into the carriage to the Qi Palace.

In the transcendent building of the Qi Palace, he met Luan Yi, the king of Qi, for the first time in his life. After looking back and forth at King Qi for a while, he tried to use all the Chinese words in his mind to describe the person in front of him, but after racking his brains, he found that his Chinese vocabulary was so lacking that he couldn't describe the demeanor of King Qi.

Needless to say, the appearance of the King of Qi is definitely handsome among the Han people, and his figure is also very tall, more than nine feet tall, so that he can only look up to him. Under that tall figure, there was inadvertently revealing an invisible pressure, which was not deliberate, but had been in the top position for a long time, or had been trained in battle for a long time.

To humble himself is also the existence of 10,000 people in the Hun court, and he is also the existence of the herdsmen who have been in command of the army all the year round, but when he felt the deterrent power of the King of Qi, he felt that he was so humble and small, as if an ant had met a lion. Trembling and fearful. For fear that if you are not careful, you will fall into the dark abyss.

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