Chapter 922 The Prestige of the Empire of the Western Regions Six
With loss and frustration, Su Qingjie was sent by Su Lie to Pei Xingjian to follow and support the Shiluo Department to continue to deal with the Chumi Department. To be honest, Su Qingjie himself didn't care, but he always felt that it was unnecessary to do so. Why not just sweep across the Western Regions?
Well. Could it be that the soldiers of the Tang Empire were not brave enough and invincible?
"Of course not." Pei Xingjian explained to him: "Not only do we have the strength to sweep, but we also have a high winning rate. But have you ever thought about it, if we directly go to war with the entire tribe in the Western Region, they will definitely unite against us. By then,
, even if we can win, we will pay a considerable price. It is not easy to train every imperial soldier, it is very rare. If there are too many injuries here, what do you want the general to do to explain to His Majesty."
Su Qingjie waved his riding whip in boredom and said: "Of course I understand the truth, but if we do this, support one tribe, attack another tribe, and let the Turks kill each other, can't they see that one day, sooner or later?
, they will still take the path of union. In that case, why not just eliminate them directly."
"You also said that one day will come sooner or later." Pei Xingjian slowed down his horse and said slowly: "The later this day is delayed, the more the strength of the entire Western Turks will decline. When they are exhausted, we will
Wouldn't it save more effort to take action? Moreover, you have to know that some things are not that simple. Even if they can see it, they can't unite. For example, in the late Sui Dynasty, when the Eastern Turks moved south, do you think Wang Shichong and other rebels would take the initiative?
Resistance?"
Hearing this, Su Qingjie understood a little bit this time. He nodded and said, "As expected, I'm still not as good as you." With that, he sighed, got off his horse, and led the horse to walk.
Seeing this, Pei Xingjian naturally did the same.
"Don't be like this, we are still young and still have time to learn. You don't know, this time I am commanding Shi Luo's soldiers and horses to fight. There are many tactics that I dare not use in my mind. This time I will try them all.
Fan. Regardless of success or failure, I feel it is worth it. After all, it is not our brother who died, so it will not be easy for me to fight."
Su Qingjie couldn't help but smile, "Okay, how dare you say this to Qi Chabi."
"Hey, isn't this you? If it were anyone else, I wouldn't say anything." Pei Xingjian smiled.
"Hahaha." Su Qingjie laughed heartily, then cupped his fists and said, "Please take care of General Pei in the future."
"Easy to say!"
The war in the Western Regions is in full swing, but Chang'an seems to be very quiet. After all, the two places are far apart, and it is impossible for the people of the empire to hear about the Western Regions at the first time. What really makes the people of the empire start talking about the war in the Western Regions is because of the Western Regions
Fewer and fewer merchants came, which made everyone pay attention to the situation in the Western Regions.
Hung Fook Restaurant.
"Here comes the palace's secret white-chopped chicken!" the waiter shouted, bringing a plate of freshly cooked white-chopped chicken to the private room on the second floor.
Immediately afterwards, another shout came from outside, "Here comes the chicken soup!"
After half a stick of incense and more than a dozen dishes were served, a group of people inside started to use their chopsticks. However, there were only a few who could actually eat the food.
"How do you manage to eat? Can you be successful?" Kang Le looked at the 'fellows' in a circle very unhappily. His hometown is in the country of Shule in the Western Regions. Some time ago, he got news from his hometown that Shule was invaded by the Western Turks.
He was pushed to the ground and beaten violently, and the king was killed. This made him very scared, because his son was still in his hometown!
"What does eating have to do with making a living?" A middle-aged man about the same age as Kang Le said: "I know you are anxious, but don't be anxious first. All of us are anxious now, but what's the use of being anxious?
If the empire does not send troops, the Western Region will continue to be in chaos. You can't expect those beasts of the Western Turks to treat our families well. Fortunately for you, some news comes from the Shule Kingdom from time to time. I am miserable, the Wuzhen Kingdom is still there,
I don’t even know what I said!”
After saying that, the middle-aged man ate the chopped chicken with tears in his eyes.
Kang Le was speechless, are you anxious?
"But we can't sit still and wait for death. We must do something to save some. Even if we can't stop the war, at least we must find some way to save our families."
"Can you go to the Western Regions?" someone asked.
"No." Kang Le shook his head and said, "Now that all the routes out of the customs are blocked, how can I possibly leave Datang?"
"That's alright, just stay here."
"you."
Before Kang Le finished speaking, a rather old man stood up, motioned for him to calm down, and comforted him: "Kang Le, I know you are worried about your family, and I know all this. The reason why I have brought you all here today is actually
For this reason."
"Mr. Hu, please speak up, I'm waiting for you to speak." someone said.
The merchants from the Western Regions in Chang'an also know how to stick together. No way, the empire is not particularly friendly to foreign merchants like them, and they themselves are reluctant to part with the huge profits here, so they can only hold their noses and do business here. Over time, one person
This is how the Western Region Business Gang organization, which is not a business gang, was established. Mr. Hu, because of his high moral standing and living here all year round, was elected as the manager.
This old man Hu was born in the Yanqi Kingdom in the Western Regions. Since the Sui Dynasty, he has been doing business in the Central Plains and the Western Regions. He knows many people, has a good reputation, and has a wide network. The fellow villagers below him are also more convinced of him. Now he speaks,
Everyone stopped eating and listened to him quietly.
"Can we expect Western Turks to give us peace?" Mr. Hu first asked them, and then asked himself, "No, absolutely not. We can trust anyone, but we cannot trust the Turks. In the Tang Dynasty, although we say we are prepared
They are discriminated against, but as long as they live for more than thirty years, their descendants can become Tang people. But in the Western Regions, those Turks want money and people, and they never treat us as their own people, so we absolutely cannot trust the Turks!"
First of all, he set the tone that the Turks could not be trusted. Although the Tang Dynasty was very discriminatory towards them, the Tang people could at least be reasonable and could find an excuse to rob them. But what about the Western Turks?
Rob them openly.
Although the Tang Dynasty and the Western Turks did not regard them as human beings, they were still safer in the Tang Dynasty. Moreover, if they lived in the Tang Dynasty for a long time and did more good deeds, they would also have the opportunity to make their descendants become Tang people.
For this reason alone, Mr. Hu was more partial to the Tang Dynasty.
"Mr. Hu, what should we do?" Kang Le asked.
Hu Laodao: "This is exactly what I want to say. I have found a way. This person can help us and convey the message to the saint. As long as the saint of the empire is willing to send troops, peace will come to the Western Region. Our business,
It can also be reopened.”
"Who is it?" someone asked hurriedly.
Mr. Hu smiled slightly, "I can't tell you about this. But please believe me, I will never deceive you about this kind of thing. My hometown of Hu Qi is in Yanqi country, who am I lying to?"
I can’t lie to you either. Whether it’s for money or for our motherland, this time, we must unite and convey our voices to the supreme imperial saint.”
Upon hearing this, everyone stood up and responded in their hometown dialect.