Dunhuang City, Mingsha Mountain, is known as one of the four major Mingsha Mountains in China. Mingsha can be used in science to make three episodes of the program in later generations, and this era seems even more unpredictable.

"Shazhou Tujing" records that there is a roar of sand in the mountains, and it is heard in the city. People travel to the sandy mountains and have few couples, or they may become scared and afraid before they travel, so they dare not go forward.

Today, at the foot of Mingsha Mountain where the sound of diabolic sounds constantly, under the Tang Dynasty Sun and Moon Banner and the flag of the Guiyi Army's Jiedushi, an old man with more than ten maids and a knight in golden armor was meeting.

The maid wearing a brocade skirt was Cao Yijin, and the one riding with a young man was Zhang Zhao.

"Zhang Erlang! My uncle is here, so I can't even get off my horse and take off my armor and salute!"

Cao Yijin was wearing a generous robe and looked like an outing. The table under the flag of the Jiedushi was filled with fine wine and delicacies.

Fortunately, there was no strong wind or sand at this time, otherwise I would have to eat sand.

Zhang Zhao turned over and dismounted, handed the reins in his hand to Cao Shisi and Cao Yanming, who was dodging his eyes.

"Good Kung Fu! I really haven't seen that you, Zhang Erlang, have secretly practiced a good martial arts. Zhang Zhong, this old dog, is really capable!"

Cao Yijin praised loudly, not only looking at a small dismount, but it can greatly demonstrate the skills and power of the knight.

Because most people wear dozens of kilograms of heavy armor, they can't get off the horse without anyone's assistance. However, Cao Yijin never thought that Zhang Zhao's martial arts were not taught by Zhang Zhong secretly, but came from later generations.

"Uncle Suo family, look at my nephew wearing this armor, how good is the Taibao Gong's elegance?" Zhang Zhao took off the phoenix winged trousers on his head and threw them to Cao Yanming beside him, and asked Cao Yijin with a smile.

Cao Yijin's original wife, So-sou, was the daughter of Suo Xun, the fourth generation of Guiyi Army's governor. At this time, some matriarchal legacy remained, so Zhang Zhao called Cao Yijin the uncle of the So family.

"Puppy slave, Taibao Gong is a talented man, how many horses and how many knives are you? How dare you compare yourself to Taibao Gong? I think you are a bit similar to your Yeye-ye-the-Emperor in White!"

When Cao Yijin saw Zhang Zhao's tired look, he immediately changed his style. The two of them looked like a meeting between their uncle and nephew.

"Uncle, my father lost his country. Do you really think it's just because of his ambition and talent?" Zhang Zhao walked to the table of delicious wine placed by Cao Yijin without hesitation, picked up a glass of grape wine and drank it.

"When this was the case, the Zhang family's relatives had declined after several internal strife, so the Guasha Tanger family took the opportunity to pick up my father and use the war to gain power.

And you clans mixed with Sogdian blood were watching the fun. When they really got rid of the game, the soldiers from Ganzhou fought to the city. Unfortunately, it was too late. Finally, they sacrificed my Zhang family to stabilize!"

Zhang Zhao had a playful expression on his face, "Uncle, do you think you can say this? Is it like my emperor in white? Or is it like my great-grandfather, Taibaogong?"

Zhang Yichao, that is a great hero, of course he is wise and powerful.

But Zhang Zhao's father Zhang Chengfeng is not. In a sense, he is a tool to be praised by the Guasha Tanger clan to fight for power and profit.

He was praised by a group of people every day, and Piaopiao thought that the Guiyi Army back then was the Guiyi Army that was powerful in Hexi during the Zhang Yichao period.

After breaking a few Canwei tribes, I thought the world was invincible, but I was knocked down in the dust by a punch by the Ganzhou Uighurs.

It’s OK to be Zhang Yichao! But Zhang Zhao will never become the second Zhang Chengfeng.

The relaxed expression on Cao Yijin's face disappeared in an instant. He waved his hand and asked the maid around him to retreat. After tidying up his clothes, he stared at Zhang Zhao.

"Who said this to you?"

Cao Yijin was nervous because what Zhang Zhao said was true.

After Zhang Zhao's father, the emperor in white, Zhang Chengfeng, relied on the Guasha Han clan and got rid of the control of his own aunt Li and several cousins, the Guasha Han clan kept encouraging Zhang Chengfeng to conquer everywhere, because only war can only be used in the war mode to gather power as quickly as possible.

Sure enough, in the war between Zhang Chengfeng's Jinshan Kingdom in the Western Han Dynasty, the war between the Gaochang Uighurs and the Long Family in Suzhou, power was quickly concentrated in the hands of the Guasha Haner clan headed by Zhang Chengfeng. A family like the Cao Yijin family, which had mixed races with the Sogdians, was damaged and marginalized.

At that time, both sides were waiting to see each other's jokes, and they thought the other was stupid, but they never thought about fighting Guidou, but if the Guiyi Army was gone, what would they have to gain a foothold?

These people only realized that they had taken off after they hit the Ganzhou Uighurs and were attacked by soldiers!

But these things are not understood without a very high political mind, not to mention that they were all from twenty years ago. The old people who played tricks back then were very tacitly avoided talking about them. The new generation had no impression of this.

How did Zhang Erlang know about this?

Zhang Zhao knew Cao Yijin's doubts, so he pointed to his head, "Uncle, this is all my nephew figured it out!"

Just kidding, I, Zhang Da Time Traveler, became famous in the Da P Society, which is a Class A war criminal per capita. I am also a historical up-level video site of Uncle Chen. I don’t know how many historical events I have seen the same situation from many types of historical events before traveling.

For example, if I took Qingyan's Huai Army to fight against Japan alone, isn't it very similar to the Guiyi Army's Jinshan Kingdom? With so many living examples, Zhang Zhao still can't understand this?

This is caused by the vast difference in knowledge and information contact between modern people and ancient people. The experiences and experiences of ancient people cherished by themselves have been analyzed and spoken by many people in later generations.

"Good boy! You can make a magic arm bow with one against a hundred, and you can still have such a vision. It seems that Yan Nai is right, you are indeed a hero!

But with such a sharp edge, aren’t you afraid that I will cut you into meat paste with a command?"

Cao Yijin narrowed his eyes and no longer regarded Zhang Zhao as a childish tiger, but as a dormant dragon.

Zhang Zhao smiled and gently put down the wine glass in his hand, "If my uncle was really the king of a unified country, let alone saying this, I would have been gone without a trace.

Unfortunately, you are not, you are just a papermaker for us who have lost our country and the family! Are there two thousand soldiers in the entire Guiyi army like Ma Yaozi and Deputy Yan?”

Cao Yijin didn't expect that Zhang Zhao could say such a thing, which surprised him more and was even more amused and a little funny than before.

Cao Yijin, after all, was the King Tosi who was in charge of 200,000 to 300,000 lives and deaths. He had nearly 10,000 soldiers under his command. Zhang Erlang, with only more than a hundred people under his command, regarded him as a papermaker!

However! Cao Yijin sighed again. What the other person said was actually correct. He smiled bitterly and stretched out a finger and shook it.

"Two thousand? I want two thousand such bears and tigers to retreat from Ganzhou City that year? I have already fought to Liangzhou, less than two thousand? There are less than one thousand. I can only gather five or six hundred people in full."

"Then my uncle told me what to fight and kill? We are just a few people. Today you gave my nephew a way. I don't know when I will help the Cao family in the future.

Also, I think the third lady said to her nephew, 'It's better to have another Taibaogong', right? You are the one who often worried that her children and grandchildren will become Hu people in Dunhuang City, right?"

"You little dog slave, also understand the difference between Hu and Han? Do you know what Tang'er is? Do you know what Tang is like? Have you been to Chang'an?"

Cao Yijin was a little confused and a little contemptuous. He felt that Zhang Zhao was telling lies.

Because of Zhang Zhao, the evil thief Zhu Quanzhong was gone when he was born, and the Tang Dynasty had long become a thing of the past. He had never felt the power and might of the Tang Dynasty. How could such a strong distinction between Hu and Han and the glory of the Tang Dynasty come from?

"Chang'an! I've seen it in my dream!" Zhang Zhao's tone became dreamy, and he pointed to the east as if he was murmuring.

“Then, there is Chang'an!

There, I have seen Jie Li Khan dancing in Weiyang Palace!

I have seen Goguryeo King Gaozang tremble outside the Daming Palace like a quail!

I have seen Wang Xuance destroy a country by himself, and lead the Central Indian King Arona through Kaiyuan Gate like a mule and horse.

The palace is opened in the Nine Heavens, and the clothes and crowns of all nations are worshipped.

I have heard Li Taibai laughing to the sky and going out. How could we be as carefree as a weed man!

I have also heard that the Big Dipper is high, and Ge Shuye has a knife. He still peeks at the horses and dares not pass through Lintao's heroic majesty.

Uncle, you said, have I seen the Tang Dynasty? Do you know the Tang Dynasty?"

Behind Cao Yijin, a "maid" who was pouring wine suddenly turned around. He looked at Zhang Zhao wearing golden armor, and a hot light appeared in his eyes.

Cao Yijin also stood up in a daze. He looked in the direction of Zhang Zhao's finger, as if he could really see Chang'an.

"A certain grandfather often talked about Chang'an to someone, and also talked about the scene of Jie Li Khan dancing in Weiyang Palace. He was the Lord of the Desert with hundreds of thousands of strings!"

As he said that, Cao Yijin showed an extremely painful look on his face, and he gently thrust his chest.

"How painful! How painful! I will never see this grand occasion again in this life! Why not be born in the prosperous Tang Dynasty?"

"My uncle has done well enough. Without you, we can't even keep Dunhuang. Now you know why my nephew had to let Liulang bring you the Divine Arm Bow? As long as there are three hundred Divine Arm Bowers on my brother Yuande, the Guiyi Army will not be in chaos!"

Cao Yijin smiled, and he looked at Zhang Zhao beside him, "Puppy slave, do you think your uncle will be in the future? Or do you think his uncle can't handle even an Uighur woman?"

"A person has to die! My uncle is close to his age, and he can live another ten years? Ten years later, he is only twenty-nine years old, and he has not even arrived at his thirty years.

I don’t think my uncle can’t handle an Uighur woman, but after all, she has been with her bed and pillow for twenty years, and what she gave birth to is also your bloodline!”

"Maybe..." Cao Yijin paused slightly, "What you said is not unreasonable!"

After saying this, Cao Yijin felt a stinging pain on his face as if he was pricked. He married the daughter of the Ganzhou Uighur Tianmu Khan in order to stabilize the situation. Now it is time to pay off his debts!

Zhang Zhao sighed long, "Mr. Lord, we can no longer be in chaos and can no longer kill each other!

Starting from my uncle Zhang Huaishen, the ox is a traitor, and the monarch is aware of being bullied. Every time the Jiedushi is changed, it will inevitably lead to bloody killing.

From the time when we were thirty thousand armored, Hu Er dared not look at him, and now he has less than ten thousand people, so it’s time to make a change.”

Cao Yijin nodded, and a little sad suddenly arose in his heart. Zhang Erlang saw that his sons were not strong men!

He was waiting for his return to heaven and brought his men back from the Jin Kingdom of Khotan to get everything back. He could even wait because his eldest son Cao Yuande was 44, and Zhang Erlang was less than twenty.

The two were silent for a while, and Zhang Zhao bowed to Cao Yijin.

"Uncle, I want to explore a way to rebuild the Tang Dynasty and rebuild the Han people's might. As long as Taibao Gong blesses me not to die in Anxi, I will definitely get back everything our Tanger once had!"

Cao Yijin turned his head in surprise and looked at Zhang Zhao. A little later, the sixth-generation governor of the Guiyi Army, King Tosi, suddenly showed a rare old look.

"Young people are so terrifying! I am old and don't understand your world anymore! Someone's former luxury hope is just to be a Hexi Jiedushi."

As he said that, Cao Yijin suddenly laughed at himself again, "It would be even better if he could be the governor of Hexi, Longyou like Taishi Wang (Wang Zhongsi). But unexpectedly, you, Zhang Erlang, have the ambition to restore the Tang Dynasty!"

After saying that, Cao Yijin picked up the wine glass.

"Let's have another drink! There is no old friend when you go west to Yangguan!"

Zhang Zhao quickly took it and the two drank a drink!

"In the past, Tubo captured Anxi, the great capitalist of Anxi, the governor of the four towns, and the whereabouts of Guo Xin, the king of Wuwei County, were unknown, and they all scattered.

However, in the past, tens of thousands of soldiers under the Jiedushi of the four towns could not have died all in battle. It is likely that they had become Hu'er like a last-minute person.

If you can find them and return to Tang, perhaps there is still something to do in Hexi.

My uncle can’t help you anything else. There are three thousand taels of silver here, just think that I redeem my sins against the emperor in white back then!”
To be continued...