The Silk Road in the Western Regions, once the most brilliant and glorious trade route in human history, in the vast desert of yellow sand, caravans of different races led camels to trek between one sand dune after another, camel bells jingled, and the blankets on the camel's back were loaded with various treasures that made the kings and princesses in the distance and the people of the palace happy.

The richness, mystery, and danger of the Silk Road, so that this road is full of romantic color, romance, often mixed with poignant, in order to appease this magical land, there have been several Central Plains princesses gave up the good life of their hometown, married away from home, the most famous is the Western Han Dynasty in order to unite Wusun to attack the Xiongnu, and married the princess Liu Xijun of the clan in the past.

My family married me to the side of the sky, and entrusted it to the king of Wusun in a foreign country. The dome is the wall, and the meat is the food, and the cheese is the pulp.

Princess Xijun's sad song that has been passed down through the ages, Li Chenxi has also read it, but when she reads it again at this time, it seems that she has a different state of mind, especially the feeling of empathy makes the young girl's heart tremble.

In the rolling wheel of history, many times the iron-blooded men are needed to fight the bloody field, but sometimes, they have to use the pink beauty to reverse the situation for the country on another battlefield, the strength of the dynasty, the blood of heroes and the helplessness of beauties, together compiled a complete history, and some chapters always make future generations sigh.

Starting from Ctesiphon, along the Tigris River to Central Asia, in the vast Karakum Desert, the pro-mission has been trekking for more than 30 days, and it will not take long to reach the Amu Darya, and further on, it is the jurisdiction of the Protectorate of the River.

The arrival of the Great Min has brought a lot of changes to this barren desert, many tribes settled down along the oasis, the Fujian merchants from Khorasan extended the trade route here, in exchange for grain, tea for cattle and sheep, fur and precious gems and minerals in the desert, along the way many vibrant towns are sprouting vigorously, and the residents also use the cotton cloth of the Great Min, and drink the tea.

However, this place is still too desolate for the forbidden army from the core of the interior of Great Fujian, and the difficult trek has made the morale of the trained guards low, not to mention Li Chenxi, who is the princess of Heqin, after being sent to Hengros City, these guards can return to Damin, but she needs to live in the strange and desolate Tubo for a lifetime.

In Li Chenxi's car, he could repeatedly hear this desolate and mournful poem of Princess Xijun, and listened to the girl's equally desolate and mournful voice, even Xiao Sheng, the hard-hearted secretary of the Ministry of Rites, was a little unbearable to listen to, and rode to Li Chenxi's carriage with emotion.

"Your Highness, do you know about the princess?"

Li Chenxi's chanting stopped abruptly.

Princess Xie Wu is following the death of Princess Xijun after the death of the princess and married to Wusun and the princess, in Wusun, Princess Xie Wu has married three kings, for the Han-Hungarian War decided to envelop Wusun, and later when Emperor Xuan of the Han Dynasty Princess Xie Wu begged to return to the country, was ceremoniously welcomed back to Chang'an by the Han Dynasty, and left a name in history.

Xiao Sheng's sentence was to give Li Chenxi a hope, although this hope was also extremely cruel, Li Chenxi was stunned for a moment and shook his head bitterly.

Princess Xie Wei was just married when she was just in her prime, a girl in the prime of her life, after half a century of ups and downs, after returning to Chang'an, she was already a drooping old man with goosebumps, and everything was already wrong, so what was the point of going back? Thinking of this, Li Chenxi's bitterness was particularly strong.

Despite the bitterness, the wheels of the convoy were still rolling forward in the dust.

However, the guards of the Janissary Army, who sat tall on the majestic Arabian war horses, did not notice that not far from the convoy, behind another sand dune, more than a dozen camels were also trudging through the yellow sand.

Wearing a long trench coat that was almost the same color as the yellow sand, and occasionally looking up at the sky, Song Jing wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He was also lucky, after landing at the port of Tra on the other side of the Persian Gulf, bidding farewell to the hapless Li Chou, Song Jing happened to meet many Arabs who also went to Damin, among them, there were those he knew.

The Min people opened the door to West Asia, and after the crazy influx of other ethnic groups, there were also many Arabs who poured out to Min to find a better life in the silk capital.

Arab merchants were once an important part of the ancient world's commerce, and these bearded men from West Asia even arrived in Guangzhou in large numbers from the Tang Dynasty to the Southern Song Dynasty for hundreds of years to trade with China, and even controlled the coastal areas of Guangzhou in the late Southern Song Dynasty.

The Bedouins in the desert love freedom, fight bravely, and are not afraid of death, so they naturally become the best candidates for caravan guards and bodyguards.

Song Jing has been to a lot of places, when he was in Qom City and when he was the captain of Tongli Town, he knew a lot of Arab merchants and Bedouin mercenaries in the past, and this time he met a clan chief named Atta who was once in the desert because of his broken family and lived on the streets of Tongli Town, and was finally introduced by Song Jing to work in the East.

The dozen or so mercenaries were all men of his clan.

It happened that this group of people had gone from Xinhangu to protect the caravan all the way to the port of Tra, and there was no new job, so Song Jing hired them all and followed him straight into the Hindu Kush Mountains to Central Asia.

Although it is not one person who robbed the peace team, it has become thirteen, but it is still full of madness, robbing the peace team of Damin!!

After a long journey, at the edge of the Taracum Desert, the oasis began to multiply, and in the evening, the pro-mission also docked at the edge of an oasis town, replenishment and rest, more than a dozen forbidden troops went to the town to buy at the order of the forbidden army captain, and the rest set up tents at the edge of the town.

The cart and the princess's chariot were placed in the center of the camp, surrounded by layers of tents, and even the most marginal Praetorian army set up a fence with camels and shields.

The property carried by the Heqin mission is worth more than even a small country, although the robbery of the Great Min Mission sounds crazy, there are still many poor tribes and even small countries in Central Asia have bad intentions, thirty days away, the soldiers of the forbidden army repelled at least three large-scale attacks, as for the thieves who came to loot sporadically? The heads hung like grapes on the necks of the horses of the Min cavalry.

Mission camp south.

In the sand, a wisp of sand was quietly lifted, revealing a few heads below, cautiously looking at the heavily guarded camp, the mercenary leader Atta still couldn't help but turn his head in horror, and asked in his not very familiar Tang language: "Captain Song, it's not a good idea to rob the mission, have you really decided to rob it?"

Putting down the binoculars, Song Jing's generous face couldn't help but reveal a helpless expression, and he spread his hands helplessly.

"Brother, how many times have you said it, it's not to rob! I have a good palace maid in this kissing team, let's just go and pick her up! ”

"Robbing the girl, isn't this still robbing?"

In Arab culture, women are also a kind of property of their husbands, and Atta still nodded his wrinkled head under the white turban as a matter of course, and Song Jing finally turned his head like a toothache.

The generation gap between the two civilizations, don't argue with him!

During the argument, the Bedouin mercenaries in the most corner suddenly whistled, the sun gradually set, and on the barren grass beach on the edge of the oasis that had become very dark, the shadows of a dozen or so Min forbidden soldiers leading camels dragging water and food such as flour cakes and dried meat suddenly appeared there, and the nerves of seeing were tight, Song Jing hurriedly stabbed Atta beside him, and said hurriedly.

"It's our turn!"

In less than a moment, behind the forbidden army team dragging supplies, there were suddenly three more "Tang Army soldiers" leading camels in a daze, and the forbidden army who walked at the end turned his head a little stunned, but just saw a square Tang man cheek smirking at him wearing a Damin standard helmet.

"Hey, bro, go a little slower, sorry sorry!"

Tang Yin, who has a bit of Henan flavor standards, dispelled the doubts of the forbidden army, but while walking, this guy was still questioning, when he came out on an errand, was there this guy?

"Two buckets of water! A bag of wheat, two sheep and meat, and the fire head army of the Ding regiment returned to the camp one, two, three, four...... Eight. ”

At the gate of the camp, the sentry of the forbidden army who was responsible for the registration of the guards was also confused, clearly remembering that there were only five when this battalion came out of the camp, why did he come back with three more people?

Seeing the suspicious gaze of the guards, as well as the hideous sand thief's head hanging under the camel's neck, Ata's wrinkled face, cold sweat flowing like a stream, and the turban hidden under the helmet was already soaked, just in the heart of this Bedouin mercenary, the patrol sentry was finally defeated by the honest smile on Song Jing's resolute face, and helplessly gestured inside.

"Hurry up and cook! The princess wants to be in a hurry for the wheat fragrant mutton! ”

While Song Jing led the camel inside, he could still hear the patrol captain talking to himself.

"Lao Tzu clearly remembers that it was five?"

The helmet was pressed very low, listening to the word princess, Song Jing's face couldn't help but reveal an extremely excited and complicated expression.

In fact, the military camps in Damin are almost the same, they are not completely Han people, or even Chinese people, and the forbidden army has also recruited a lot of Tianzhu people and Persians in the past two years.

Skillfully followed the Huotou Army into the back kitchen of the army, and slaughtered the goats that had just been bought with two imposters, Song Jing even made a joke with a few soldiers who had just passed by, and was busy almost helping an envoy, holding the cauldron to distribute the Maihuhu stewed mutton to the T-shaped group, and no one else paid attention, Song Jing had already slipped quickly towards the Chinese army along the darkness by the tent.

"Dawn, wait for me!"

The probe came out from behind the dark tent and looked at the middle camp with large carts, Song Jing clenched his fists and muttered to himself......