Timurid Empire...... No, it should be said that Shaharu still sent troops.

Although he hasn't figured out why Zhu Zhanyan did this, although he hasn't figured out how Zhu Zhanyan did it, although he hasn't figured out Zhu Zhanyan's ultimate purpose......

But one thing he was sure of was that if he did not send troops again, he would be a sinner in the history of the Timurid Empire.

Even if...... The Timurid Empire has only been three generations now, and he is not the third generation in line to the throne.

From the three places of Yulong Jiechi, Bukhara and Tashkent, Shaharu barely gathered an army of 100,000 and marched towards Barihe.

However, no one could have imagined that a natural disaster was approaching the Timurid Empire.

……

Barry Black.

Unlike the last time he was in Kabul, Zhu Zhanyan did not rush forward this time.

Leaning on the second floor of the former residence of the lord of Barihei, Zhu Zhanyan leaned on the railing and looked at a building not far away.

What used to be done there? Zhu Zhanyan didn't know, but he knew that there was now a new name there.

Flower House.

After the Ming army was stationed, it became the busiest place, and the laughter and laughter there never stopped from the time of the hour to the time of the ugly.

At first, Zhu Zhanyan just wanted to use this method to relieve the desires of those juniors and even soldiers, but he didn't expect that this flower building would become a shelter.

Ever since he learned that people could exchange food, even if it was just a drop in the bucket, even if he knew that he would starve when he ran out of food, people in Barihe, and even all the surrounding areas, were rushing here.

For those affected by the disaster, sending their daughters, wives and even mothers here can not only get food, but also reduce the number of mouths to eat.

For them, one less mouth gives them more hope to live.

Zhu Zhanyan didn't expect that the whim at the beginning eventually led him to become the biggest bustard in the Timurid Empire......

Well, this statement is not very good, he is not an old mother, it should be said that he is the boss behind the largest flower house in the Timurid Empire.

However, he didn't come here this time to blossom the building, but to fight, to expand the territory, and to take revenge.

Besides, now that the territory of the Timurid Empire is in a depression, and more than seventy or eighty percent of the people have become a problem even to survive, who still has the heart to come and prostitute?

People who have the mind and financial resources to prostitute will not be in Bari, and even if they are, they will all be killed by Zhu Zhanyan.

When he fights wars, he thinks that he will first get rid of the ruling class and the aristocracy.

"Jane laughs, is there any news there?"

Zhu Zhanyan was lying on the railing, without turning his head, so he asked Zhu Sanfeng next to him directly.

"Not yet." Zhu Sanfeng lowered his head.

Zhu Zhanyan's dispatch of troops this time was not a one-handed one-way attack, he also arranged a second line, that is, Jian Xiao.

He personally led his army into the Timurid Empire from the upper reaches of the Indus River, while Jian Xiao set out from Xiangzhou and arrived at Kurumus by sea, and then went north from Kurumus to finally join Zhu Zhan.

Jian Xiao's line, firstly, is to ensure that Zhu Zhanyan will not be nagged in the process of the western expedition, and secondly, it can be developed into a supply route.

Now the territory of the Timurid Empire is in a depression, and there are mouths waiting to be fed everywhere, and it is a little difficult to feed even if you want to fight with war.

Almost only by conquering a city and obtaining the food and grass in this city can the effect of supply be achieved.

As for the fact that it was impossible to fight and rob at the same time as in the Wa Kingdom before, now the people in the territory of the Timurid Empire have no food at all, and they now have nothing but their own bodies.

As for those made up of peptide merchants......

There are still many people in Yupei, and there are people from all walks of life from merchants to slaves, and merchants are a very small group.

Besides, for these businessmen, they will only be there where there is money to be made.

No money to make...... They won't come.

"Are there still victims going this way?"

After thinking about flying in the sky for a while, Zhu Zhanyan turned his head and looked at Zhu Sanfeng.

"Yes!" Zhu Sanfeng's expression instantly became grim.

"Previously, we killed a lot of people when we were in Kabul, but strictly speaking, we didn't kill them, so although the story was spread, it turned out that those victims died to snatch the few relief foods."

"Now, we have taken Barihe, which is the land by the Amu Darya River and the beginning of the great plain at the foot of the mountain, which is a well-known and rich land in all four miles and eight towns."

"After knowing that we took Barihei and opened a position for disaster relief, there was a large number of victims rushing to our side."

"And ......"

……

"Huh? And what? didn't hear the follow-up, Zhu Zhanyan turned his head with some doubts.

"Shahru, with an army of 100,000 men, is heading towards our side, and on the way he encounters people fleeing from around Samarkand to the side of Barihe."

Zhu Sanfeng's expression was a little exciting, obviously she didn't expect things to develop like this.

"When they knew that Shahru had gathered an army to attack us, and that they had not received relief from the Timurid Empire in Samarkand, the angry victims attacked Shahru's army......"

"Tut-tut......" Zhu Zhanyan shook his head with a sigh.

"It's really courageous......"

Shock the army, this is something that is difficult to imagine, after all, the result is almost obvious.

This also shows that the catastrophe suffered by the Timurid Empire is unprecedented, otherwise if there is a little way to survive, the victims will not attack the army.

But......

"Your Royal Highness, you may ......" The expression on Zhu Sanfeng's face became even more strange.

"I think something ...... wrong"

"Huh?" Zhu Zhanyan hadn't come back to his senses yet, and looked at Zhu Sanfeng with a confused expression.

"What's wrong?"

"It's just about the disaster victims impacting the army...... " The expressions on Zhu Sanfeng's face were almost entangled, it was really hard to explain.

"Disaster victims...... Won ......"

"What's that?" Zhu Zhanyan was so shocked that he almost didn't jump up.

But soon, he calmed down.

It's also true......

Why does the theory of boats and water make sense? Because what it says is the truth.

The people are the foundation, and the army is also made up of the people, and when the whole Timurid Empire is affected, the army will go on the march.

Although the crusade is against the enemy, but the enemy has opened a position for disaster relief, what about their rulers?

Those who should sing every night are still singing at night, and those who should be drunk and dreaming of death are still drunk and dreaming of death.

Zhumen's wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road.

In this case, the morale of the army would have been very low, and according to Zhu Sanfeng, the victims who attacked the army probably did not attack the army because of anger, but to live.

When the army goes out, there must be food and grass.

So to sum it up, there are two points: first, the army comes from the people, so the desire to fight is not high; Second, the sheer number of victims combined with anger.

"That's interesting......" Zhu Zhanyan laughed.

"If the order continues, we will suspend the reception of victims."

"Pause?" Zhu Sanfeng frowned, but quickly figured it out.

Taking advantage of this moment to put a bundle of straw on Shaharu's shoulders may not be the last straw that breaks the camel's back, but it can greatly speed up the process.

……

Zhu Zhan's actions did not have any impact on the surrounding area of Barihe, but they had a great impact on Samarkand.

Unable to find a way out, the victims had no choice but to go to their rulers, and the victims who had been flocking to Barikh began to turn around and head towards Samarkand.

For Zhu Zhanyan, this is actually nothing, he brought 100,000 people on this trip, which seems to be a lot, but for transnational operations, this number is really nothing.

This is especially true when supply lines have not yet been established.

Before Jian Xiao's side established a mature and stable supply line, Zhu Zhanyan did not plan to continue to advance, because the disaster of the Timurid Empire had just begun.

The harvest of potatoes, which was the staple food of the Timurid Empire, did not change for the better, but for a while, and then slowly for the better.

Of course, the premise is that the ruler is also working on it, and it has to be effective.

However, as the old saying goes: a roof leak coincides with overnight rain, and a broken ship encounters a headwind.

This sentence is quite apt when applied to the current Timurid Empire.

……

It's still Balhei.

Zhu Zhan Yan stood at the head of the city, stretched out his right hand, and tried to catch a snowflake falling from the sky, but his blazing body temperature made the snowflake not stay for even a moment, and melted instantly.

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

Zhu Sanfeng came behind Zhu Zhanyan, his face full of worry.

Zhu Zhanyan sighed lightly.

He knew what Zhu Sanfeng was worried about, it was only September now, and it snowed in September, even during the Xiaoice River period, it was still a little abnormal.

What's more, it's just the early days of Xiaoice.

"The order goes down, we can't support idlers, the land on the east side of the city is quite good, let those victims go to work and build a big house."

"Build a house?" Zhu Sanfeng didn't react at once.

"Is it for them to escape the cold?"

"Sort of." Zhu Zhan bowed his head, with a smile on his face.

"It's also a way to protect yourself from the cold...... In a sense......"

"Oh yes......"

Zhu Zhanyan turned around, pointed down, and said, "Go and ask, if there are any people who can carve, let them carve a plaque." ”

"Plaque?" Zhu Sanfeng was stunned again, she now felt that her thinking was becoming more and more unable to keep up with Zhu Zhanyan.

"Okay, I'll go down and ask in a moment, but what do you want to engrave?"

"Words ......" Zhu Zhanyan raised his head and looked at the snowflakes falling in the air, and his voice became a little illusory.

"Just call, Void Land......"

"Nothingland......

Zhu Sanfeng muttered, but in the end he still didn't come up with any special meaning for these four words.

"Got it, I'll do it."

……

The place of nothingness, Zhu Zhanyan has always felt that it is very good, but the place of nothingness in later generations is in Berlin, and Zhu Zhanyan feels that this place is not good.

As a museum and a memorial, it should be built on the ancestral land of the people it commemorates.

What's the point of that in Berlin?

It's just that this memorial hall is easy to say, and it's okay to let people build one, but where to do it on the iron mask under this memorial hall?

Later generations said that those iron masks in the Void Land were all made of bullet shells that had been shot at the peptide people, and whether they were true or not, Zhu Zhanyan couldn't make them.

Not to mention the bullet casings that had been shot at the Peptide Man, Zhu Zhanyan couldn't even replace it with ordinary iron.

When it comes to war, how can there be time to make steel?

However, since there is no bullet casing that has been fired at the Yupeptide people, and there is no time to replace it with other steel, can it be replaced by a simpler and more effective way?

For example, bones?

(End of chapter)