Yang Peng, accompanied by Yang Yanzhao and Yan Ji, strolled on the city wall of Qingtang. Although Qingtang is one of the largest cities in Tubo, it cannot be compared with the big cities in the Central Plains. It is smaller than the average state city. The city walls are made of earth, wood and stone. The strength is not bad, but it looks... Not very tall and a bit too simple.
Yang Peng stopped and looked towards Qinghai Lake. He saw endless blue waves, giving people the feeling of being on the shore of the sea. The sky is high and the clouds are clear, and the grass is green. Herds of wild horses are galloping on the grassland in the distance. Sika deer and goats are scattered in twos and threes nearby. They are gnawing on the grass leisurely. From time to time, they raise their heads and look towards this place. While looking around, he seemed to be curious about the humans on the city wall.
Yang Peng couldn't help but sigh: "It's so beautiful!" Yang Yanzhao nodded in sympathy and said: "It's different from the vastness of the Central Plains, the steepness of Sichuan, and the desert in the northwest. There is another kind of beauty!" Then he frowned. , "But although this place is beautiful, there is also a hidden danger!" Yang Peng and Yan Ji both showed strange expressions, and Yang Peng asked: "What are you referring to?"
Yang Yanzhao cupped his fists and said, "I have something to report to King Yan. Our army conquered Qingtang. Although the number of casualties was not many, there were many who fell ill! The medical officers in the army had never seen such a situation before, and they all felt helpless. I tried many medicines, but nothing worked! Some local Han people said that this was a curse from the gods and Buddhas. If outsiders came to Tubo and were not mortals recognized by the gods and Buddhas, they would be cursed. The symptoms would be difficulty breathing and weakness. A powerless disease!”
Yang Peng suddenly heard something and said: "This is not a curse, this is altitude sickness." Neither Yang Yanzhao nor Yan Ji had heard of the word "altitude sickness", and they couldn't help showing doubts. Yang Peng explained: "The so-called 'altitude sickness' means that people who are accustomed to living in lowlands will feel uncomfortable when they go to high altitude areas. This is caused by the thin air in plateau areas." Yang Yanzhao and Yan Ji were a little confused. He looked like he didn't understand. The basic common sense of modern society was too difficult and complicated for ancient people like them, and it was no different from the mysterious and mysterious myths and stories.
Yang Peng said with a smile: "You just need to know that these diseases are not cursed by gods and demons, but caused by acclimatization." The two understood now and nodded. Yang Yanzhao said: "The old medical officer in the army also said so."
Yang Peng asked: "Are many people in the army suffering from this disease?" Yang Yanzhao nodded and said: "Many! Almost one-third have already suffered from this disease, and hundreds of people have died from the disease, and there are still more people every day. The sergeant died of illness! After listening to King Yan's words, his subordinates understood what was going on. I'm afraid they all have to evacuate this place to avoid this situation from happening again! Although other people who were not sick were not sick, their bodies were also severely affected. It has a huge impact and can only exert less than half of its usual capabilities! If not for this, in this battle, our army could not only defeat Qingtang, but also annihilate Zampu in one fell swoop, preventing Zampu and many of his men from escaping. Got it!"
Yang Peng frowned and said: "Our army is not adapted to the plateau climate and cannot stay in the plateau area for a long time. Otherwise, our soldiers will die in vain! But if the army withdraws, how will Qingtang defend it? We cannot return it again. Give it to Tubo?" Yang Yanzhao frowned and nodded, saying: "This is also what the general is worried about right now!"
Yang Peng looked at Yang Yanzhao and said with a smile: "General Yang is a famous general in the world. He must have a way!" Yang Yanzhao smiled and clasped his fists and said: "Thank you, King Yan. The general has a way, but I don't know if it will work?"
"Tell me." "Yes. There are more than 20,000 Han people and nearly 10,000 Dangxiang people in Qingtang City. They have all adapted to the climate here, and their hearts are with us. Why not organize the young and middle-aged people among them? Train them into an army and let them guard Qingtang."
Yang Peng's eyes lit up and he clapped his hands: "This is a good idea!" Yang Yanzhao continued: "At the same time, we can also let those soldiers who are not sick take turns to station in Qingtang! The general thinks that those soldiers should be given time. You can adapt to the climate here!”
Yang Peng nodded, "You have a very good idea, just do it!" Then he thought of the sick soldiers and asked, "Are the sick soldiers still here?" Yang Yanzhao cupped his fists and said, "Don't worry, King Yan. When the general realized that the problem might be caused by acclimatization, he transported all the sick soldiers down!" Yang Yanzhao nodded.
Yang Yanzhao thought of something and said: "The 'altitude sickness' that King Yan mentioned should be this problem! Because the sergeants stationed in the Snow Mountain Fortress also had similar problems, but the general had not focused on attacking Qingtang before. I took this matter to heart. The terrain of the Snow Mountain Fortress is also very high, and the two sides are equally high, and the same symptoms have appeared. This is naturally a problem caused by the terrain being too high!"
Yang Yanzhao nodded and asked, "Do you know the current strategic goals of our army?" Yang Yanzhao sighed and nodded. Yang Peng asked with a smile: "Aren't you willing to fight a civil war?" Yang Yanzhao nodded, then frowned and said categorically: "Although civil war is not what we want, it cannot be avoided! In order to fight against foreign aggression, we must first settle the domestic affairs. Only when the internal problems are solved can we compete with the foreign races for world supremacy! Otherwise, due to internal constraints, we may miss a good opportunity, or at worst, we may be invaded by the foreign races, which would be unimaginable!"
Yang Peng nodded and said: "That's the truth!" He turned to look at the vast blue Qinghai Lake and said: "Our current strategic focus is to unify Jiangnan, so we must be on the defensive in other directions, so Qingtang has opportunities. Don't launch an attack rashly! We must avoid fighting on multiple fronts as much as possible!" He smiled, glanced at Yang Yanzhao, and said: "Actually, I said these are redundant. With General Yang's resourcefulness, I naturally don't need to worry about it. ." Yang Yanzhao cupped his fists and said, "Don't worry, King Yan, the general will know what to do!" Yang Peng nodded.
Yang Peng asked: "Do you need anything?" Yang Yanzhao shook his head and said: "You don't need anything." Later that day, Yang Peng, dressed in casual clothes, visited Qingtang accompanied by Yan Ji and others. The scene that I saw was noisy and prosperous, but also very messy. Qingtang and the surrounding herdsmen and hunters carried the skins of cattle, sheep, deer, tigers, leopards, jackals, etc., and traded with merchants from the mainland. The voices of bargaining came and went, and some of them were red-faced. , some were smiling, and the whole city was like a huge market. What makes Yang Peng happy is that this big city on the plateau has apparently restored peace. Yan Ji couldn't help but sigh: "General Yang is not only an invincible and peerless general, but also a civil servant who is good at managing affairs!" Yang Peng smiled slightly.
That night, Yang Peng sat in the study room of Xingying and read official documents. Yang Peng originally planned to live in the post house, but Yang Yanzhao insisted on giving up his camp at any cost. Yang Peng couldn't resist the kindness, so he rented it, while Yang Yanzhao and his subordinates moved to the military camp outside the city.
Unknowingly, the moon was setting in the west, and although Yang Peng was full of energy, he couldn't help but feel tired. He stretched out a lot, rubbed the corners of his eyes, and turned to look out the window. The moonlight just happened to shine in through the window. The moonlight outside the window was like a wash, and the world was quiet and peaceful.
Yang Peng stood up and prepared to go back to rest. At this moment, rapid footsteps suddenly came from the door, and then a female warrior beside Yan Ji rushed in anxiously and said urgently: "King Yan, the chief of the pavilion has an emergency!" Yang Peng frowned. , ran out of the study.
When they rushed to Yan Ji's room, they saw Yan Ji lying on the bed. Two female warriors were standing beside the bed like ants on a hot pot. When they saw Yang Peng come in, they couldn't help but be happy and hurriedly greeted him: "Greetings to King Yan!"
Yang Peng rushed to the bedside and saw that Yan Ji looked in pain, her red lips were wide open, and she kept gasping for air. She looked obviously having difficulty breathing. Her eyes were closed, and big beads of sweat kept leaking out of her forehead. Yang Peng was startled and said: "This is 'altitude sickness'!" If this happened in modern society, it would be very simple and could be solved by immediate oxygen supply. However, in this era, it is obviously impossible. Yang Peng hurriedly said to the girls: "Send the order, we will leave here immediately!" The three girls agreed and ran down quickly. In this era, the only way to solve altitude sickness is to leave the plateau area quickly.
Yang Peng and his party left Qingtang in a hurry. After Yang Yanzhao received the news, he quickly led his generals to see him off. Yang Peng said: "After the matters here are settled, you will return to Xingqing Mansion to take charge. After all, your responsibility lies in the entire northwest!" Yang Yanzhao promised with clasped fists. He glanced at the carriage with a curtain not far away and asked, "I wonder how the situation of the Grand Pavilion Leader is going?" Yang Peng turned to look at the carriage and frowned: "I didn't expect her altitude sickness to be so severe. Strong! The situation is not good, I must leave the plateau as soon as possible!" Then he said to Yang Yanzhao: "There is no need to send Brother Six away, let's say goodbye!" Yang Yanzhao cupped his fists and said: "King Yan, be careful all the way!"
Yang Peng waved his hand and the team started again. Yang Yanzhao and others looked at their retreating figures. General Wang Gui couldn't help but said: "The attitude of King Yan towards the chief of the pavilion is not like the attitude of a master towards his subordinates!" Yang Yanzhao said: "The king of Yan cares about his subordinates. Come on, there’s nothing surprising about that!” He turned to Wang Gui and said, “Don’t make random guesses about unfounded things!” Wang Gui promised with his fists clasped. Yang Yanzhaole turned his horse's head, whipped his whip and galloped towards Qingtang. Everyone urged their horses to follow.
Yang Peng and his party hurried north, all the way downhill, and arrived at the foot of the Snow Mountain. In the evening that day, a group of people stopped by a stream at the foot of the Snowy Mountains. Yang Peng got on the carriage and saw that Yan Ji's condition was still not optimistic. Her difficulty in breathing seemed to have been alleviated, but she was sleeping and waking up, and her face was still very pale.
Yang Peng got out of the carriage and ordered to set up camp on the spot. Yan Ji was weak after her illness and was not suitable for traveling long distances. Since this place is suitable for recuperation, there is no need to travel anymore. As for medicine, there is nothing to worry about. As the King of Yan, Yang Peng was naturally accompanied by male and female medical officers when he went out, and he also carried daily medicines and some emergency elixirs. According to the theory of traditional Chinese medicine, Yan Ji's illness is a loss of vitality. Since she has left the plateau area, she only needs to take medicine to replenish vitality.
The medical officers were responsible for boiling medicine for Yan Ji to treat her illness, while Yang Peng took people out to hunt every day, made meat and fish soup with his own hands, and fed Yan Ji the soup himself. Everyone saw this in their eyes and couldn't help but sigh with envy. Yan Ji's body recovered day by day, but the strange thing was that after ten days, Yan Ji's complexion was already very good, but she still couldn't get out of bed. So everyone continued to stay here.
That night, Yang Peng sat beside Yan Ji's marching cave as usual and fed her fragrant venison soup. Yan Ji drank in small sips, her face was rosy, her beauty was striking, and she looked soft and frail. Compared with her before, she was completely different!
The curtain suddenly opened, and Wang Kai walked in, holding a letter and clasping his fists: "Master, a message from Chengdu!" Yang Peng fed Yan Ji soup and said, "Wait a minute." He continued to feed Yan Ji one spoon at a time. Yan Ji drank soup. After a while, the bowl of soup was finally finished. Yang Peng handed the empty bowl to the female warrior aside and said softly to Yan Ji: "You have a good rest!" Yan Ji nodded and hummed, with an indescribable charm in her beautiful eyes.
Yang Peng stood up and walked to Wang Kai. Wang Kai immediately presented the letter with both hands. Yang Peng received the letter, opened it, took out the letter paper, unfolded it, read it again, and said with a smile: "The Tubo people are anxious." It turned out that the letter was from Yang Guihua. The letter said that the Tibetan envoy came to Chengdu and hoped that Negotiate peace treaty again.
Yang Peng thought for a while, walked out of Yan Ji's tent, and returned to his own tent. He walked behind the desk and sat down, spreading out a piece of letter paper. During that time in Chengdu, Yan Ji would immediately come over and grind it for him, but now she could only grind it by herself. While Yang Peng was grinding, he was thinking about Tubo: 'Tubo's terrain is too high. Although my army is brave and good at fighting, it is not enough to capture Tubo! The Qing and Tang Dynasties were not too high, and the army almost lost its combat capability due to altitude sickness. Almost all other important cities in Tubo were at higher places. When the army reached those places, it would have lost its combat capability before the war even started! To conquer Tubo, you must first train an army that can adapt to the plateau climate. Now the army in Qingtang is already doing this, but it will take some time to train it! Now the strategic focus of our army is to unify the south of the Yangtze River. Let’s put aside the Tibetan affairs for the time being! '
He looked down at the inkstone and couldn't help but laugh. It turned out that he was grinding the ink while thinking about things. His fingers moved downward unknowingly and were soaked in the ink, and several of his fingers were dyed black.
Yang Peng took a towel and wiped the ink off his fingers. Then he picked up a brush, dipped it in ink, and started writing quickly on the letter paper. After a while, a letter was written. Yang Peng checked it carefully to confirm that it was correct, then folded it, put it in an envelope, wrote "personally from Yang Guihua" in five powerful but not beautiful characters on the envelope, and then rushed to the letter. Someone shouted from outside: "Here comes someone!"
Wang Kai, who was guarding the door, immediately ran in, clasped his fists and asked, "What is the master's order?" Yang Peng handed him the letter and ordered, "Send someone to deliver it to Yang Guihua in Chengdu immediately." Wang Kai promised. , came forward, took the letter with both hands, and ran down. At the same time, Yan Ji, who had been bedridden for almost half a month, actually got out of bed. The female warrior who was responsible for taking care of her was very surprised when she saw this scene and asked: "Grand Pavilion Leader, you, can't you get out of bed?"
Yan Ji's face blushed, and she became even more beautiful. The female warrior couldn't help but be stunned when she saw this, and couldn't help but said: "Master of the Pavilion, you, you are so beautiful! In terms of beauty alone, none of the princesses can compare with the Great Master. The cabinet leaders are on par with each other!"
Yan Ji said angrily: "Don't talk nonsense! All the princesses are beautiful and beautiful, how can I, an ugly monster, be compared with the princesses!" As she spoke, she took off her long underwear and panties, revealing her tall and sexy body. A small belly band covers important parts, and the whole body exudes fatal temptation!
Yan Ji picked up her black warrior uniform and put it on. Seeing this, the female warrior quickly came to help. The female warrior helped Yan Ji put on the warrior uniform, staring blankly at Yan Ji's chest. It turned out that Yan Ji's figure seemed to be more plump and sexy, with long and round legs, a waist that could not be grasped, and a beautiful buttocks. , towering peaks, all combined together, it is more attractive than before! In terms of beauty alone, no one among the princesses in Prince Yan's palace can match her!
The female warrior came back to her senses and asked in surprise: "Master, why do you seem to have fully recovered? But you clearly couldn't get out of bed this morning!" Yan Ji said angrily: "Don't be nagging! I was not good in the morning, but you are good now. Oh, what's so strange about this!" The female warrior wondered, but didn't dare to say anything more. Yan Ji asked: "What did the letter that just came say?" The female warrior said: "I didn't go to the hall specifically. I only heard that it seemed to be a letter sent by Master Yang Guihua, saying that Tibet had sent another envoy. It seems like they are here to seek peace again.”
Yan Ji sighed and couldn't help but murmured: "I have been dreaming for more than ten days, and today I finally woke up from the dream!" The female warrior looked at Yan Ji, feeling confused. Yan Ji walked out of the tent and came outside Yang Peng's tent, and happened to meet Wang Kai coming out in a hurry. Wang Kai suddenly saw Yan Ji coming and was startled. He couldn't help but asked: "Why did you get out of bed when the pavilion took you?" Yan Ji said angrily: "I have recovered, so I naturally got out of bed! Do I have to stay in bed for the rest of my life?" Wang Kai groaned, murmuring in his heart: I couldn't get out of bed just now, why did I get better so quickly?
Yan Ji glanced at the tent behind Wang Kai and asked, "Is eldest brother inside?" Wang Kai nodded and said, "The master is inside." Yan Ji stepped forward, opened the tent curtain, and walked in. Yang Peng couldn't help but feel surprised when he heard Yan Ji's voice coming from outside the tent. He stood up and prepared to go out to see what happened. At this moment, the curtain opened and Yan Ji, dressed in black warrior uniform, walked in. Yang Peng was greatly surprised, "You, how did you..."
Yan Ji blushed and said: "I'm fine!" Yang Peng smiled, nodded and said: "That's good!" Then he found that Yan Ji seemed to be more sexy and charming than before, and there seemed to be a radiance all over her body. Seeing a bright light, she couldn't help but froze, and couldn't help but said: "You, you seem to be more beautiful!" Yan Ji felt happy and couldn't help laughing, then deliberately turned cold and snorted.
Yang Peng smiled and said: "Since Ai Ji is fine, let's start our journey again." Yan Ji nodded, looking like he was hesitating to speak. Yang Peng felt strange and asked with a smile: "Do you have anything to say to me?" Yan Ji was startled and quickly shook her head and said: "I don't have anything to say! I'll go prepare it!" He hurriedly left the tent. Yang Peng muttered: "What are you doing? It's weird!"
Later that day, the group hit the road again. We spent the night in the Snow Mountain Fortress that night, and continued our journey early the next morning to Xingqing Mansion. Now it is no longer called Xingqing Mansion. Yang Peng renamed it Yinchuan.
The group of people walked on the road for a long time. At nearly noon, the guard in front sent a signal, indicating that a group of hundreds of people was approaching from the west.
A group of people climbed to a high place and looked to the west. They saw a huge caravan consisting of hundreds of camels and dozens of carriages coming from the west. Yan Ji said: "It's a caravan!" Yang Peng nodded and said strangely: "These people's clothes should be Persians. How did they get here?" The group continued on their way, and soon after, the two sides met on the official road. They greeted each other and headed towards Xiliang Mansion together. The middle-aged fat man who led the Persian caravan asked Yang Peng in a somewhat imperfect Chinese language: "Are you Yan Yun's army?" Yang Peng and his group, except for Yang Peng, Yan Ji and Hua Except for Xu's people, they all wore armor and cloaks, just like an elite army, so the Persian businessman asked this question.
Yang Peng smiled and said: "Yes, we came from Qingtang." The Persian businessman showed surprise and said: "I heard that Qingtang is an important town in the northeast of the Tubo people. I visited it a few years ago. Yes, why did the general come from that way?"
Yang Peng said with a smile: "The Qingtang Dynasty was indeed the territory of the Tubo people in the past, but now it is the territory of our Yanyun!" The Persian businessman naturally understood what these words meant, and showed a surprised look on his face, speaking in Persian. Called out, translated into Chinese it means 'God'.
The Persian businessman and his followers looked at Yang Peng with awe. The Persian businessman couldn't help but admired: "Before I came, I heard that Yan Yun's army was rising strongly in the east, and it was invincible in conquering the east and the west. Even the terrible ones before The Khitans were also defeated, and the powerful Xixia perished! I didn’t expect that Tubo would soon be unable to resist it! You, you are so awesome!” In human history, the splendid and fertile civilization can only be envied. People are coveted. Only powerful strength and illustrious martial arts can make people awe and make people feel the urge to surrender. No matter how Confucianism belittles this, it cannot change this fact. If Yan Yun did not have that series of awe-inspiring martial arts, the performance of these Persian businessmen at this time would be different.
What happened after all, let’s see what happens next.
