The generals of the various legions of the Zhenjiang Army, some with their arms behind their backs, some with their hands on their waists, and some with their shoulders hugged, were all huddled in the shade under the eaves, looking at the lively scene in the small square in the distance.

There, Li Jiangyao was surrounded by the kings of Western Xinjiang like stars holding the moon, chatting happily as he walked.

"It's unthinkable." Yudra couldn't help but sigh: "The day before, everyone was still an enemy fighting to the death, but today they are like old friends, sitting together face-to-face and drinking and talking." ”

Du Jian frowned: "There is a question that I haven't figured out. Now that the countries in Western Xinjiang have been weakened to the point of no return, needless to say, the entire Zhenjiang Army, even if we send our second army to fight, it is enough to sweep them, but why do you want to negotiate peace with these grandsons? ”

Horia smiled and shook her head: "You don't understand this, right?" This is called politics, and the wisdom of adults is reflected in this. ”

"Oh? Tell me about it. Du Jian glanced at the small square and turned his head to look at Horiya: "County Lord, a few days ago, you slaughtered the Alekjiang with your own hands, avenged the whole family, and were so happy that you invited us to drink wine for three days. ”

Huo Liya was about to speak, and the little prince of Shenhua next to her, Kuliban, said first: "General Du, compared with the Central Plains of the Holy Tang Dynasty, there are many places where the Ghost Desert in Western Xinjiang is very different, especially in terms of religion and politics, it can be said that it is a completely different concept. For hundreds of years or thousands of years, a country is often a nation, with unique national symbols and blood relations, and kings and nobles are not only representatives of state power, but also leaders of tribes or religions, and they have an unusual status and influence in their own countries. Although the countries of Western Xinjiang have become very weak due to the long-term war, if they want to recover quickly and revitalize the whole of Western Xinjiang, it is up to these kings with rich experience and prestige to achieve it. ”

"The little prince is right." Xie Tanzhi smiled and nodded: "Our goal is not to completely eliminate the countries of Western Xinjiang, but to unite them and let them return to the right path of loyalty to Shengtang." Only in this way can we truly unite the strength of the entire western frontier to deal with the next big war with the Turks. ”

Xu Youchang agreed: "Lao Du, from a military point of view, it is indeed not difficult to defeat them, the most difficult thing is to subdue their hearts. No matter how strong our Zhenjiang army is, we can't always regard everyone as mortal enemies and take turns to eliminate them, in that case, it is tantamount to pushing the countries of Western Xinjiang into the arms of the Turks, but it makes Gema and Ashina happy. This is what the county lord calls politics. ”

Du Jian nodded thoughtfully: "Well, I understand, at the beginning, He Daduhu often reminded us that the capital of Zhenjiang was a family, that Shengtang and Xijiang were one family, Shengtang was a parent, Xijiang was a child, and if a child made a mistake, he should be taught a lesson, but he couldn't be killed with a stick, and he had to be given a chance to get lost." ”

"Oh, you've finally got your head open!" Huo Liya said with a smile: "General Du actually used such a literal word as lost and returned." ”

Everyone couldn't help but laugh when they heard this, and immediately attracted the attention of the kings in the distance. Seeing this, Li Jiangyao beckoned to them from afar, signaling everyone to come over.

The generals hurriedly sorted out their outfits and walked quickly to the small square.

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"Come, let me introduce you to Your Highness. This is the deputy commander-in-chief of our Zhenjiang Army and the chief general of the First Army, General Xu Youchang. Li Jiangyao pointed to the majestic Xu Youchang and said to the kings.

"Oh-it turns out that you are the famous Wind General, look up to you for a long time!"

"Oh, General Xu, disrespectful. Today is a real person! At the beginning, the old man was beaten by your ironclad cavalry army! ”

"The fame of the Swift Wind Legion shocked the western frontier, and even the Turkic blood guards admired it, which is all the credit of General Xu."

"General Xu, do you have a family? My daughter, 28 years old......"

Li Jiangyao hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop: "Okay, okay, this king who is asking for a kiss, you should shut up first." Everyone, please look here, his name is Du Jian, and he is the chief general of the Second Army of Zhenjiang. ”

"Ah, it's General Du, it's really tall and mighty!"

"You are General Du Jian of the Second Army? Metasequoia City fights and doesn't want to die as the number one fierce general brother? ”

"Great, Brother Du Jian, we don't know each other either. I see that you are very close to each other, so let's have a bow when you have time? ”

"What are you talking about? General Du, the daughter of this king, is twenty-eight years old, why don't you think about it......"

Li Jiangyao pulled the king away: "Everyone, this is the heroine of our Zhenjiang Army, the commander of the Third Army, Huo Liya. ”

"Oh my God, isn't this the Nanhua County Lord of Shanshan Country? It's getting prettier! ”

"Horia, do you remember this king? When it comes to kinship, you still have to call this king a cousin. Oops, my sister is a general now, it's amazing. ”

"Your Royal Highness, the third army is mainly our Shanshan's disciples, right? Is General Paletahun okay? Last time, we made an appointment to drink together. ”

"Lord of the county, my daughter...... Don't think about it, I also have a son, who is seven years old this year, if you don't dislike it......"

Li Jiangyao said angrily: "You shut up for me!" ”

After some introductions and greetings, the main generals and officials of the Zhenjiang Army met the kings of Western Xinjiang one by one, and Li Jiangyao warmly greeted everyone and went to the main hall of the city guard mansion to sit down, drinking milk tea and talking at the same time.

Everyone bustled into the main hall and sat down under the guidance of the white-robed guards. Li Jiangyao looked at the Tajik king of Shule, who was closest to him, and asked in a relaxed tone: "Your Royal Highness, how long has it been since the Great Chaos in Western Xinjiang to the present?" ”

Tajik coughed in embarrassment, and replied slowly: "Your Excellency, commander, if you start counting from Loulan Shule's army...... Alas, five and a half years, almost six years. ”

"Time flies so fast," Li Jiangyao said with a faint sigh: "In the past five or six years, what have we experienced with each other, what have we gained, and what have we lost?" ”

Faced with this series of questions, not only the old king Tajikistan, but everyone present, including the generals of the Zhenjiang Army, all fell into deep thought, and did not know how to answer for a while.

Li Jiangyao's gaze swept over everyone and continued: "I personally feel that we have experienced a terrible and pathetic nightmare together, gained a bloody lesson, and paid a huge price for it, and lost a lot of things that we cherish. ”

He turned his head to look at Tajikistan and Gelhan: "In the battle of Crescent Bay, my brothers, comrades-in-arms, and seniors all sacrificed their lives. It stands to reason that we are enemies, right? ”

The two of them stopped talking, and nodded silently at the same time.

Li Jiangyao shook his head: "But think about it the other way, don't you also lose your brothers and comrades-in-arms?" Take His Royal Highness Gelhan as an example, your own brother died at the hands of Li, and I am also your great enemy. ”

"Don't mention it, don't mention it," Gerhan waved his hand sadly: "Your Excellency, the battlefield has no eyes, those things ...... Don't mention it again. ”

"Why don't you mention it?" Li Jiangyao said lightly: "Your Highness Gelhan, what happened, no matter how buried and forgotten, it happened after all, and no one can recover or change it." In these nightmare five years, you and I, like you, have had unforgettable pain, and at the same time, we have both caused deep trauma to each other. ”

Tajik couldn't help but say: "Your Excellency, we know that we have made unforgivable mistakes. Oh no, it should be said that it is a crime. We must ask you and the soldiers of St. Don for our guilt! ”

Li Jiangyao waved his hand and explained, "Your Highness, you may have misunderstood. The reason why I mention those things in the past is not to settle accounts with you, but to tell you that we are all victims, and we have all lost too much. Therefore, no one should resent anyone in the future, and no one should owe anyone! ”

As soon as these words came out, the kings present could not help but be greatly moved. Before coming here, everyone guessed in their hearts that Li Jiangyao was likely to rely on his powerful military force to turn over old accounts with them. Even if it is for the sake of the face of Emmeni and the Persian Empire, it will not kill him on the spot, but at least he has to peel off the skin.

However, they never expected that Li Jiangyao would say such a thing in front of everyone. Moreover, his expression is not the charity and mercy of the victor, but stands on an equal footing, telling the similar painful feelings of both the enemy and the enemy.

This is a sign of true reconciliation!

Li Jiangyao looked at everyone's reaction and continued: "As I just said, we have experienced nightmares together and lost our beloved, but in the same way, we have also reaped the lesson of blood together, that is: brothers cannibalize, there is no winner!" Ladies and gentlemen, please think about it carefully, what else is there in the five-year melee, apart from bringing us pain and endless harm to the people of Western Xinjiang? Shengtang and Xijiang, we have been good brothers for hundreds of years, our fathers and grandparents, once close and supportive of each other, and have gone through countless ups and downs side by side. Even our bodies are mixed with blood that is difficult to distinguish. People say that time is a magic weapon to test true feelings, is this how we treat the past love? With a sword? With blood? With the life of a brother? Did you get what you wanted in this war? Or did Saint Don get what he wanted? ”

Tajik sighed: "Your Excellency, I haven't heard the name brother for a long time. You're right, no one has won this protracted war. To tell you the truth, I have been living with deep regret for the past year. At the beginning, I foolishly thought that by relying on war and the support of the Turks, I could completely get rid of the Shengtang and bring a better life to my subjects and create a freer future for future generations. But I was wrong, until countless men died in Shule Kingdom, and black veils hung on the doors of every house, that I suddenly realized that what the people wanted was not some ethereal freedom, but a peaceful and quiet life. This kind of life is exactly what we have always had, and we ruined it with our own hands! ”

The king of Qiuzi Kingdom covered his face with his hands and cried bitterly: "My two elder brothers died on the battlefield, but they did not die to protect their homeland, they raised their swords and guns against their former brothers, Zhenjiang Duhufu, and their death was not worth ......."

"What the hell did we do?" The king of Khotan sighed: "In five or six years, what are we fighting for?" Fight for whom? If it is really to protect the peace of the western Xinjiang, I will not regret the death of the Khotanese man! However, what we people in the western Xinjiang killed was the Shengtang who regarded us as brothers, and the people who helped us were those Turks who treated us as pigs, dogs, and beasts! ”