Time is constantly passing, although the Hindu Kush Mountains are still so cold, but the victory is showing the dawn of a smile to the Fujian country little by little. [ads:This site has a new URL,Shorthand method:,.]

The soldier who surrenders without a fight is the highest state in China, this time, Li Ji used it obviously very well, but Li Ji used not the benevolence and righteousness in the Confucian mouth, but cold and hunger. The harsh nature became Fujian's best ally, and tens of thousands of steppe wolves were frozen into dogs without food and clothing.

The horses seemed to be slaughtered, and every day the nomads escaped from the camp, but were shot by the tribesmen's own soldiers who chased them out, at first, the corpses of the shooting were only piled up outside the camp, but within more than ten days, the bodies of the deserters were all dragged back.

Watching the long-lost Miao Miao smoke rise from the nomadic camp, what happened is self-evident.

However, even at this point, these steppe wolves of all ethnic groups still refuse to compromise, and their ferocity and tenacity are indeed beyond the expectations of the Fujian State.

In any case, the balance of victory is still pressed in the direction of Fujian bit by bit, the nomadic population is limited, if these 80,000 people are wiped out, it is estimated that the grassland will fall into chaos again and the conquest will not only reduce the number of people drastically, but there will be no strength to invade the south again in 20 years.

To the west of the Hindu Kush Mountains, the large passage corresponding to the city of Thirsty Water, the west of the town is avant-garde.

The castle was built on a high hill, and although it was built with the issue of keeping warm in mind, in the middle of the night, the sharp whistling of the knife wind with the snowflakes still hurts in the face, and the patrol along the side wall of the fortress in the night is as if it has been slapped in the face countless times.

"I can't live this day!"

Covering his chapped face, even the veterans who have been in the army for more than ten years can't help but complain, because the war in the east has affected most of the strength of the border guards, and the normal guard is changed every month, and now, they have been guarding here for almost three months, and every day in addition to this fierce mountain wind, there is only the unchanging snow-capped mountain peak in the distance, which is extremely boring.

Luckily, there's always one or two teasers on the team who can bring some laughter.

"Thousands of mountains are cold and windy, and the stars are full of peaks and snow."

If this were a literati man, it would be fine, but he was chanting a white-skinned, wide-body, fat-bodied, bearded Tianzhu man, the appearance of a rough man could not be compared with gentleness, and his sticky snowflake beard was still trembling, and his self-absorbed appearance almost made the veteran and several other partners laugh out of their stomachs.

In the midst of laughter, the veteran stroked his beard and teased: "Kong Yiji, Kong Zhuangyuangong, so wet, so wet!"

Kong Yiji is this Tianzhu Lao according to the book, he chose the name of the three characters, Kong is the surname of Kong Shengren, as for Yiji, he himself can't explain it clearly.

Sure enough, as soon as he boasted, the bearded man immediately raised his head triumphantly, and said proudly: "Of course, since I was a brahmin, I have said that I Kong Yiji is the reincarnation of Wenqu Xing and leads the group."

"Then why did you fail to even show off your talent in the six township exams?"

Another thin and thin bad boy wilted and wilted, which suddenly caused Kong Yiji to quickly become cramped and uneasy, with a mouth, and a mouth full of people, and finally added a sentence about the things that you don't understand. The self-righteous appearance suddenly provoked the newcomers and veterans to laugh together.

In fact, even the oldest veterans are Khitans from the Northeast, and none of the remaining soldiers are Tang, but now, Confucius, the imperial examination, and others are so close to their lives that even the Brahmins have contacted Wenquxing.

Culture, in a fierce collision, but gentle fusion.

In the midst of laughter, Kong Yiji himself was still cheeky and proud, showing his contempt for the uneducated veterans, but at this time, the last newly recruited Persian soldier timidly corrected it in stumbling Tang language.

"Brother Kong, it's snowing heavily tonight, where are the stars?"

When it came to the idea of the poem, Kong Yiji was in a hurry, and the beard shook and grabbed the recruit's eggs and went to the wall, pointing to the northeast and shouting: "Who said that there is no starlight, look there, that piece, isn't it all starlight?"

A group of five people all turned their heads, and really, a large piece of starlight twinkled in the distance, and with the snow, it was beautiful.

"Don't say it, there really is!"

However, the brows of the oldest Khitan veteran were furrowed, and after staring for a moment, the old soldier who had guarded the thousand-mile Great Wall of Liaodong suddenly slapped his thigh in horror: "No, it's not starlight, it's a torch, it's an enemy attack!"

"Enemy attack!"

The mournful shouts woke up several other people sleeping in the fortress, and in a panic, two groups of more than a dozen people assigned tasks in a hurry, three with crossbows aimed at the only path to the fort, and the remaining seven all went to the top of the beacon tower to hold firewood, and the Khitan veterans desperately hit the sparks with flints, but the splashed sparks were all extinguished when they touched them one by one.

"It's wet!" After touching a handful of firewood, Kong Yiji's bearded face also changed, and he yelled angrily: "Today it is Alibaba's turn to take care of the beacon fire, what about others!"

After looking around, everyone's faces changed again.

"Damn, I ran away!"

Dropping his hat, the Khitan Wu Chang angrily came out of the beacon tower, lying on the wall, and looking at the west of the town with hope and looking at the west of the mountain not far away.

Unfortunately, it was still dark.

The beacon towers built in the middle of the mountains are extremely dangerous, and many roads are cliffs, but under the collective failure, these high beacon towers have all become decorations, and the Central Asian nomadic armies along the avenue don't even pay attention to these steep fortresses, and go straight to the hinterland of Khorasan.

God doesn't know, ghosts don't know.

The next day, Thirsty City.

In the troop of soldiers in the west of the city, there were originally 5,000 right guard troops stationed, but now they are empty, and the right guard army has all fallen to the eastern front battlefield to encircle and suppress the nomadic army, where the silent rats are running around the streets, weeds are also popping up, and there is a desolate and murderous atmosphere everywhere.

Not only here, but also hundreds of miles around Thirsty Water City.

In the desolate barracks, a thin old man in a gorgeous silk red robe and a ring on his hand looked at everything in front of him stupidly.

Suddenly, the chaotic sound of horses' hooves sounded here.

"Basak, what are you asking us to do at this time, do you know how closely the police and government soldiers of the Fujian Kingdom are staring at each other, if they are caught, do you know what kind of disaster it will be? There are thousands of us in our whole race! ”

Dropping the reins of the horse, Bardan, who had the hottest temper, roared directly in anger, but his voice was extremely low, and he looked left and right carefully, and the other ten or so Persian nobles were similar.

Basak didn't seem to hear the angry voices of a few people, and still looked at the barren Bingtun obsessively like a nervous body, and after a while, he turned around in the anxious waiting of the three Persian nobles, and a pair of old hands wearing cat's eye green and withered still pointed to the desolate main road of the Bingtun, and asked strangely.

"What do you see?"

"Rats, broken grass, broken houses, what else? If you want to play dumb riddles by yourself, Lao Tzu still has a bad head! After glaring at him a few times, Bardan didn't see anything, so he simply scolded in annoyance, turned his head and was about to turn over and step on the war horse.

The rest of the nobles also reacted similarly, seeing that they all had similar faces, but the old fox of the Suren family suddenly shouted in Persian with a cruel smile.

"It won't be long before the corpses of the Min people will be piled up here, and the shadows from the other side of the mountain will sweep across the whole of Khorasan like a blizzard, and the Min Kingdom and Islam will all be a thing of the past, and the glory of the Persian Empire will be revived here under the blazing flames!"

Nervous chanting, Bardan almost didn't fall off his horse a few times, jumped off his horse in astonishment, Bardan walked two quick steps to Barsac, grabbed him by the collar and asked in astonishment: "You mean, Your Majesty Belus, he ......?"

Pointing to the north in disbelief, Bardan asked in horror, while the old fox Suren smiled heartily and nodded heavily.

At ten o'clock in the afternoon, the city of Thirsty Water began to become turbulent and uneasy, and in the mansions of the Persian nobles, the private soldiers of the nobles were fully armed, with the sharpest weapons and the strongest armor, and the Persian patrols on the streets were also a few more points.

In the mansion of the Kehu family, there are countless armor soldiers in ambush under the two halls, and the killing machine is awe-inspiring.

An invitation letter was quickly sent to the General Youwuwei Mansion by the house slave.

The flamboyant slave girl danced her head and gestured, roasted whole sheep, roasted camels were even more scorched in the fire, and the Persian nobles on both sides of the row were uneasy, only Basak, the Sulun patriarch who was sitting in the lower left hand, was still so morbid and obsessed with holding a precious celadon wine glass from Fujian.

The Persians also learned to throw the cup.

As long as the Zhenxi general Fang Yiai enters this Kehu mansion, he will definitely not be able to get out, borrowing his seal letter to deceive Zuo Wuwei out of the city, tomorrow's rolling Belus main force will tear them to pieces, and the Central Asian army that swept through Khorasan will destroy all the Fujian Tun Grange, cities, and regimes, and then suffer heavy losses, and the Min State that has lost the hearts of the people has to return to Tianzhu.

All the old institutions and honors of the Persian nobility in this land will be restored.

The plan is so perfect that it might even be able to get into the Indus Valley and take Pakistan over.

As for whether Fang Yiai can come, Barsac is even more sure, the last time Thirsty Water City won a big victory, it was the three aristocratic private soldiers who desperately defended the city, and then the exchange of Fang Yiai was roundabout, which severely damaged the opportunity of Belus, and Fang Yiai would not sweep the face of the three nobles.

Really.

"General Zhenxi has arrived!"

The castrated Persian servant opened the singing with a high-pitched voice, Barsac was full of wrinkles, and his eagle-like face showed a vulture, a vicious smile.

The celadon cup was held tighter......