Managing bandits with bandits, does it work? Useful! Zhang Zheng knew that once the slave turned over and became the master, exploiting his original class would only be more cruel than the original master.

Kurban was no exception, when he decided to rely on Zhang Zheng, from then on, he could only rely on Zhang Zheng.

Zhang Zheng walked away with his hands behind his back, handing over the next stage to Kurban, oh, and ten heavily armed Tang soldiers with grenades on their chests.

"Uncle, do we have the official position of a regimental training envoy?" On the way back, Chen Yu asked Zhang Zheng with some curiosity.

The corners of Zhang Zheng's mouth hooked, and he chuckled: "No, but now there is." "What kind of regimental training envoy is just Zhang Zheng's casual nonsense, what Zhang Zheng needs is that this group of people can be used by him with all their hearts.

As for whether they can form effective combat effectiveness, Zhang Zheng doesn't need them to benchmark against the army of the Tang Dynasty, he only needs to be stronger than the armies of these countries in the Western Regions.

"But private placement of the army is a big taboo, Your Majesty's ......" Chen Yu was still a little hesitant, after all, this is a collusion with foreign races, if it is fermented by someone with a heart, it will be beheaded.

"Don't worry, if Your Majesty knows, he won't do anything to me, besides, this black cauldron is carried by someone, don't worry." Zhang Zheng is in a good mood now, so he also has the mind to explain to Chen Yu.

When it comes to someone carrying a black pot, it looks like a bamboo in his chest.

"Okay, today is Chinese New Year's Eve, let the soldiers not play too late, if there is a passing caravan in these two days, let's follow them and set off." Zhang Zheng gave Chen Yu a faint command, and then turned around and returned to his camp.

Cui Shu's hot water was already cold, so Zhang Zheng threw some air-dried horse manure into the fire. Then place the tin pot on a tripod made of stone and start boiling water.

Although the oasis not far away is full of poplar trees, which can be used to make firewood. But whether it is Zhang Zheng, Xu Jingzong, or passing caravans, they are all carefully protecting this small oasis that is rarely seen in the desert.

The poplar trees are the basis for the formation of this oasis, and once the poplar trees here are cut down, the water veins here are also gone.

The rules that should be observed, Zhang Zheng is not ambiguous. Cui Shu had already covered herself in the thick cashmere blanket, and after Zhang Zheng soaked her feet, she also got into the warm quilt.

The climate in the desert is very evil, and when there is sun during the day, it is as hot as the gossip furnace of Taishang Laojun.

In the evening, the temperature plummeted below zero, and people shivered from the cold. Passing his left hand under Cui Shu's neck, his right hand wrapped around Cui Shu's waist, and his palm rested on Cui Shu's flat lower abdomen, feeling the rhythm of a small life, Zhang Zheng gradually fell asleep.

………… After Chinese New Year's Eve, the caravans on the road began to increase, and Zhang Zheng asked Fang Mu to lead people to stop a caravan of six or seven hundred people, and then packed up his things and prepared to set off with them.

"Hey, Master Jun, it's you." The steward of the caravan rubbed his eyes, and looked at Fang Mu's shrewd eyes with a hint of surprise, quite a look of excitement about meeting an old acquaintance in a foreign land.

"You are?" Fang Mu slapped his horse and spared the steward, but he still didn't remember who this person was.

"Outside Chang'an City, Master Jun, the little lady you were waiting for the little old man to escort, don't you remember?" The caravan steward's tone was enthusiastic, and he looked at Fang Mu as if he had seen his father.

Not to mention that Fang Mu was confused by his attitude, even Zhang Zheng found that things were not simple.

"Oh!" Fang Mu nodded, and suddenly there was a little image. There is an image because the steward gave him a gift, but he confiscated it.

"Master Jun is going to Xizhou, wait for the guide here, if you don't dislike it, you can go with the villain, the villain has to come and go once a year on this road, and he is very familiar!" There was no reason for the merchant not to be enthusiastic, because the Silk Road was full of dangers, and if nothing else, the bandit group of ronins from various countries alone had made him suffer enough.

If you can go with the army, there will be no bandits. On weekdays, most of the profits from his trip have to be used to honor these horse bandits, which is simply miserable.

The steward's enthusiasm made Fang Mu a little overwhelmed, and subconsciously turned his attention to Zhang Zheng on the main seat.

"Then come with them." Zhang Zheng doesn't care, as long as he can go to Xizhou, it's no problem.

At this time, Kurban, who had already completed his army, stepped into the big tent and did not even look at the others.

He knelt down straight to Zhang Zheng, bowed to the ground with five bodies, and shouted loudly in the broken Guanzhong dialect: "Farewell, two thousand people have been integrated, and fifty-three of them are unwilling to obey the order, and they have been engaged in the end of the general law." ”

"Well done ......"

"You are, eight... Eight... The Eight Kings? Zhang Zheng bowed his head and was about to commend Kurban. But he suddenly found that the caravan steward who was originally smiling fell from his seat in horror, and the whole person looked at Kurban with a look of fear on his face.

"Huh?" Kurban was shocked, the Eight Kings was his nickname when he used to roam the desert, and he didn't expect to meet someone who knew him in the tent of the other driver.

"Abdul Salamu?" Kurban turned his head to look at the caravan steward who was staring at him with horror in his eyes.

"Hey, you two know each other?" Zhang Zheng looks at this situation, the two are still old acquaintances?

"Go back to driving, this, knowing is knowing, but that's all in the past." Kurban snapped the back of his head, and his face turned out to be a little embarrassed.

"Don't drive the adult, please call the shots for the villain, this Kurban is a famous horse bandit in the desert, nicknamed the Eight Kings, you must not be deceived by him, the villain travels between the Western Regions and the Tang Dynasty every year, and almost all the profits obtained were robbed by the eight kings, please don't drive for the villain......" The businessman's mouth suddenly flattened, leaving two lines of tears in his eyes, and the whole person climbed to Zhang Zheng's feet with his hands and feet, and then glared at Kurban viciously.

In the past, he didn't dare to do anything to Kurban, but he had to be filial piety. But now that there is a Tang official here, Abdu feels that he should expose Kurban's true face, and this young Tang official in the province has been deceived by Kurban.

"And what's going on?" Sure enough, Zhang Zheng cooperated very well and looked at Kurban with a desire to kill.

"Go back to don't drive, there is, it's just that the wealth accumulated by my subordinates over the years has been emptied by the army of Lord Assassin." Kurban blinked, spread his hands and looked helpless.

Speaking of the wealth he had accumulated over the years and being emptied by Xu Jingzong, his heart was even more painful. Fortunately, it can be regarded as a blessing in disguise, and he has become an officer in the Tang army, otherwise Kurban is afraid that he would have died in a hurry with a mouthful of old blood.