In July, the weather finally warmed up completely, and Zhu Zhan led his army for a whole month before arriving at the first and most recent destination of his trip.

Kabul.

"Tut-tut......"

Looking at the current appearance of the Timurid Empire, which dominated Central Asia in the past and even threatened Europe, Zhu Zhanyan felt a little regretful in his heart, and he was also full of ridicule.

This is the result of ignorance.

Sweet bait, behind which is often a sharp hook.

If you see the benefits but do not see the harms, you will be greedy; If you see food but do not see its hook, you will die.

"Your Royal Highness, these ......"

Zhu Sanfeng glanced around, in the wilderness of Chidi, countless unclothed victims were wailing.

Chidi Qianli is not caused by natural disasters, but man-made.

Late Phytophthora outbreak caused a large-scale failure to harvest potatoes, which had become an important food pillar of the Timurid Empire, and people had no food to eat, so they could only eat grass, grass roots, and tree bark......

and everything that can be eaten, even whether it can be eaten or not.

Hunger made them lose their minds, made them eat anything that could be eaten, and even made them look at the Ming army with a green light in their eyes.

That is the eye of a predator, the eyes of a person who is extremely hungry and does not choose to eat.

At this time, they can no longer be counted as human beings.

"Give me something to eat, take them away, I'll be useful later." Zhu Zhanyan gave the order very coldly.

"Yes!" Zhu Sanfeng's eyes suddenly lit up.

Now, and even in the future, Central Asia is a mixed place of yellow and white, and it once became a real mixed place because of the westward expedition of the Sons and Sons.

Zhu Sanfeng knows Zhu Zhan Yan, and she knows what kind of attitude Zhu Zhan Yan has when dealing with foreign enemies.

Sometimes, death is a luxury, a relief.

Watching the Ming army begin to take out food, the eyes of all the victims were round, and some people even took advantage of the Ming army's inattention to loot violently, but ......

The result can be imagined.

As the blood flowed slowly, the victims finally calmed down, for they found that the outsiders were not doing the unspeakable as they had imagined, but were feeding them.

With the distribution of food, the victims gathered more and more, and in the early days of the disaster, even though more than a million people had starved to death in the territory of the Timurid Empire, the population was still large.

Looking at the slowly gathered crowd, the corners of Zhu Zhanyan's mouth curled.

It wasn't an ordinary smile, but a bloody sneer.

It's night.

Kabul has become a dead city.

This city, on the edge of an empire, was often the first to suffer when it encountered such a catastrophe that spread throughout the entire territory of the Timurid Empire.

The calamity here is not the earliest outbreak of the catastrophe, but the ruling and bureaucratic classes.

As the royal capital of the Timurid Empire, Samarkand had the largest number of elites, the most food, and the largest army, so whether it was disaster relief or suppression of rebellions, Samarkand was always the fastest.

The counterpart is the border, and Kabul is the border.

In a famine of this magnitude, it is always this kind of place that is the first to cause civil revolt.

When Zhu Zhan Yan came here, the people here had already broken through Kabul City from the inside, because not only ordinary people, but even soldiers could not have enough to eat.

If you can't eat enough, then you will naturally rebel.

"His Royal Highness ...... the Prince"

Zhu Zhanyan sat in a mess...... It looks like a place where the Assassin's Mansion is roasted, and I don't know what I'm thinking.

And Zhu Sanfeng's voice and the jerky in her hand brought Zhu Zhanyan back to reality.

"You...... What do you think? ”

"Sit." Zhu Zhanyan stretched out his hand, first took the jerky in Zhu Sanfeng's hand, and then pulled Zhu Sanfeng to sit down.

"You mean the victims?"

"Hmm." Zhu Sanfeng nodded, a little hesitant.

Until now, she still doesn't have an official and a half-knight, even if everyone knows that she is the most trusted person in Zhu Zhanyan, as long as she appears, any assassin and county prince will have to bow down, but the facts are the facts.

She shouldn't have asked this kind of question.

"How are you and Qian Yong?" Zhu Zhanyan did not answer Zhu Sanfeng's question, but changed the topic.

"It's okay......" Zhu Sanfeng was obviously stunned for a moment, and then said with a little shyness and a little sadness.

Zhu Sanfeng finally surprised Zhu Zhan Yan, and did not get together with Jian Xiao, who had been with him for the longest time, but with Qian Yong, who had been with him for more than a year.

Since being recalled to Xiangzhou Mansion by Zhu Zhanqi, Zhu Sanfeng has not been to Wadao again, and Qian Yong has also become the only representative of Zhu Zhanqi in Wadao, and has been sticking to Wadao Island.

It's hard to imagine how such two people could have persevered.

"Jian Xiao is already married, why don't I transfer him to Wadao and let Qian Yong come back?"

Zhu Zhanyan smiled and patted Zhu Sanfeng's shoulder, with a bit of ridicule in his words.

"You two can't do this all the time, they always live apart, and after a long time, someone should say that I'm not close to people."

"That'......s not necessary," Zhu Sanfeng sighed softly.

"Actually, I have already chosen a candidate for his concubine, and I was originally going to let her go to Qian Yong with the supply ship this summer, but the incident happened suddenly, and I couldn't take care of ......"

Zhu Zhanyan was also silent when he heard this.

Zhu Sanfeng's experience...... This is inevitable, it's her, it's Qian Yong, and it's also a regret for Zhu Zhanyan.

"Want to get revenge with your own hands?" Zhu Zhanyan took a bite of jerky and took a sip of wine.

"You're not ......" Zhu Sanfeng was excited at first, but calmed down in an instant.

Zhu Zhanyan had told her before that the prisoners of war would not be easily disposed of during this expedition to the Timurid Empire, because there was a large project that required a large number of prisoners of war to complete.

A river that is only one-tenth of the length of the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal, but no less significant than the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal, needs to be dug by these prisoners of war.

"That's only partial, and some people have to be disposed of."

"You say!" Zhu Sanfeng stood up abruptly and bowed down.

"I'm going to get rid of some of them, but these people are not selected at random, nor are they distinguished by the young and the old, the weak, women and children, but there is a specific method."

Speaking of this, Zhu Zhanyan put down the jerky in his hand, and remembered in his heart a certain art student who had fallen off the list, but made the whole world set off a storm.

"Circumcision, have you heard of it?"

"Circumcision?" Zhu Sanfeng was stunned for a moment, and then nodded unexpectedly to Zhu Zhanyan.

"Know."

"Know?" Zhu Zhanyan didn't expect it either.

"Hmm." Zhu Sanfeng nodded, his face calm.

"When I went to the Americas you mentioned, on the way back, it was here, and I heard people here say that it was a ritual."

"That's easy......" The corners of Zhu Zhanyan's mouth curled.

"Find out all who have been circumcised and ......"

Today's Valentine's Day, everyone understands......

(End of chapter)