Of course Zhao Ping knew what they were thinking, and a smile appeared on his lips.
He pointed to the map and said: "Although there are not many Tubo people, the territory is very large, almost half the size of the Song Dynasty."
"It's so big." Xie Dewen's eyes almost fell out of their sockets, and his mouth opened so wide that he almost couldn't close it.
Xie Dezhong was stunned, but quickly calmed down: "Little saint, but the security team only controlled Qingtang Tubo."
"Soon these will all belong to Zhaojiazhuang, and the security team has sent troops to unify Tibet." A faint smile appeared on Zhao Ping's face.
Xie Dezhong stared at the map and asked worriedly: "Little saint, how will the whole Tibet be settled after it is unified?"
He didn't say it clearly, but the implication was that the little saint was not worried that the Tubo tail would not fall off?
"It's simple. The whole Tubo is divided into two parts, one is the Qingtang Tubo and the other is the Western Region Tubo." Zhao Ping replied calmly, but his tone filled Xie Dezhong and the others with pride.
Xie Dewen felt that his heart almost jumped out of his chest, and asked tentatively: "Little saint, will Tubo in the Western Regions also set up a supervising government?"
"It's also possible." Zhao Ping said with a smile on his lips.
Tubo is extremely complex, with not only Zanpu, but also Dharma kings and lamas.
After all, Han people constitute a minority, which is another problem.
Qingtang Tubo Zhao Ping has straightened things out, but Tubo in the Western Regions has to start from scratch.
Therefore, Zhao Ping planned to copy the experience and methods of Qingtang Tubo in the territory of Tubo in the Western Regions.
Hearing this, Xie Dewen couldn't help but be overjoyed, and another chrysanthemum smile appeared on his face.
Zhaojiazhuang set up a supervising government in Tubo in the Western Regions. It seemed that he also had a chance.
He bowed his hands and said sincerely: "I would like to be a magistrate in Tubo."
"It's so troublesome uncle." Zhao Ping returned the courtesy and replied lightly.
The reason why Zhao Ping only reminded Tubo in the Western Regions to set up a supervising government office was to examine Xie Dewen's ability.
If he is qualified, Zhao Ping would not mind letting him be the governor, deputy envoy or even envoy of the government.
If his abilities are limited, Xie Dewen's career may end here.
Xie Dewen thanked him deeply and immediately packed up and prepared to take office.
Seeing Xie Dewen's cheerful look, Xie Dezhong couldn't help but feel extremely jealous.
After Xie Dezhong and the two went out, Zhao Ping came in and reported to Zhao Long: "Let them come in to discuss the affairs of Dali Kingdom."
"No." Zhao Long bowed his hands and went out to gather people.
Zhao Ping agreed to help Dali, so he naturally had to take action.
Zhang Si came in and asked, "Young sage, I'm helping Dali. I agree with it, but I don't know why I have to go through the country of Ziqi?"
"Little saint, why didn't you take the offensive route of the former Tang Dynasty and go from Qi State? If you go from Qi State, you will have to take a big detour and add at least a thousand miles to your journey." Wang Dechen also came out of the ranks of generals at this time, puzzled. asked.
In this battle, Zhao Ping has decided that Yang Yun will be the marshal and Wang Dechen will be the vanguard.
Their route was similar to the Yibin Sichuan-Yun Highway passed by later generations. It was the shortest route from Sichuan to Dali.
As expected, the little saint reused him and was quickly promoted from a soldier captain to a forward.
Yan Guo looked at the two of them, then looked at the map, his eyes lit up: "Little saint, do you want to send troops from Qi State?"
"Zi Qi's army is actually not weak. It defeated Dali back then, so it's time to send troops." Zhao Ping looked at the three of them and smiled at the corner of his mouth:
"The little saint has unified the country of Qi on the surface," Zhong Hua's eyes almost fell out of his sockets, and he shook his head with a wry smile. "Actually, the thirty-seven cave masters are each their own kings. It is very difficult to get them to send troops."
"It is precisely because the thirty-seven cave masters are each kings, so they have to leave Qi Kingdom." Zhao Ping said lightly with a smile on his lips.
Zhonghua opened his mouth so wide that he could barely close it, and could almost fit a duck egg in: "Little saint, do you want to convince Zi Qiguo?"
"Of course, I came from Qi State just to convince this country." A faint smile appeared on Zhao Ping's face.
Zhang Si squinted his eyes and looked at the map, and asked thoughtfully: "Little saint, I dare to ask if you want to take this country into your pocket?"
"Little saint, this idea is more difficult than inviting the ghost masters of the thirty-seven tribes." Zhong Hua was so frightened that he took a few steps back and immediately came out and said.
Zhao Ping did not comment, but looked at Yang Yun with burning eyes: "Xingkong, can you see how many soldiers and horses you can send?"
"I'm telling you, little saint, there are not many troops in the mainland, and being able to send out ten thousand is already the limit." Yang Yun came out from the military general, bowed his hands, and came out to answer.
Cao Ke was a little worried: "Little saint, are these ten thousand soldiers and horses enough?"
"It should be enough." Zhao Ping thought for a while, "Soldiers should be more sophisticated than more. Moreover, Zhaojiazhuang has firearms. Besides, there are too many soldiers and horses, and Dali is worried about the security group."
"Exactly, supporting Dali is a thankless task, but the imperial court does not send troops, only Zhaojiazhuang does." Yang Yun sighed heavily and shook his head.
Half a month later, 10,000 cavalrymen from Zhaojiazhuang crossed mountains and ridges, passed through Bozhou (Zunyi), passed through Stone Forest, and finally arrived at Ziqi Kingdom.
The rumbling sound of horse hooves shocked the wild wolves, wild boars, tigers, and even the people from Qi Kingdom.
But there is a tribe here and some soldiers.
These soldiers were patrolling the mountains with long guns in their hands.
Seeing Zhao Ping's majestic 10,000 troops, he almost fell off the cliff.
Several soldiers stabilized their heartbeats and hurriedly informed the ghost master Ajido.
Ajiduo is about forty, with a very dark complexion, tall body, and muscular body, obviously very powerful.
Ajiduo is a small tribe, with a population of less than a thousand people and no more than a hundred soldiers and horses.
His tribe was built on the mountain, with stone walls and mostly thatched roofs.
Of course, there are also some tile-roofed houses, but they are obviously a minority.
Ajiduo is the ghost master, who is better than other people in the tribe.
It is a three-story building with carved towers on all four sides for safety.
Hearing the report from his men, he was stunned, with his mouth open, and could not speak for a long time.
After a while, Ajiduo took a few steps back, swayed a few times, then shook his head and said, "The barbarians are attacking Qi State? I don't believe it."
"Tell Ghost Lord, this is true. They have many soldiers and horses, all of them are cavalry, and there is no end in sight." The captain became anxious, knelt down on one leg, pointed to the north, and reported tremblingly.
His four men didn't even dare to raise their heads. They felt themselves shaking and their backs were wet with cold sweat.
Ajido hurriedly held on to the pillar of the house with his right hand to prevent himself from falling.
He sighed deeply and tried to cheer himself up: "How many soldiers and horses do they have?"
"Tell the ghost master, it's so dark that it's hard to count. I estimate it's about ten thousand people." The captain trembled, tapping his teeth against each other, and reluctantly answered.
"What, ten thousand soldiers and horses?" Ajiduo almost fell from the pillar.
Fortunately, there was a chair next to him, so he quickly moved it to sit next to him.
Even though he sat down, he was still sweating and even trembling a little.
He gritted his teeth, took a sip of tea, and tried to calm down: "Did you see the flag clearly?"
"The villain looked at it, and it seems that the flag is Song." The captain did not dare to raise his head at this time, fearing that the ghost master would chop him down in anger.
"The soldiers and horses of the Song Dynasty?" Ajiduo breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, "It will be easy as long as they are not barbarians."
"Are there any other flags?" Ajiduo asked coldly, staring at the corps leader.
The captain thought for a while and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "The leader of ghosts seems to be Zhao."
"Zhao, are they the soldiers and horses of the little saint?" Ajiduo felt relieved and stood up from his seat with a loud sound.
The captain wiped his forehead again, lowered his head and said, "This little guy doesn't know."
"Go away." Ajido was furious. He stepped forward and kicked the corps commander to the ground. He shouted at a chief: "Go and find out whose soldiers and horses they belong to."
Shi Changnuo made a promise, bowed and ran out.
Ajido picked up the tea cup, drank it all in one gulp, and shouted to his men: "Add water."
The men kept their spirits up and filled up the water cautiously.
As a result, the long hand kept shaking and he actually added water to the outside of the teacup.
It wasn't over yet, some of the boiling water from the teapot actually got on Ajito's body.
"Idiot." Ajido was furious, kicked the chief down, and stretched out his other hand towards the handle of the knife.
The chief fell to the ground and watched helplessly as Ajido pulled out the sword.
"Tell the Ghost Lord that those soldiers and horses are the soldiers and horses of the little saint." Those who just knelt down on one leg and bowed their hands to report.
Upon hearing this, Ajiduo's angry expression suddenly became dull, and he immediately changed to a smile.
He put the broadsword back into its scabbard and yelled at whatever was filling him with water: "Get out of here."
The chief stood up in a hurry, stood respectfully aside, and carefully wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
He was grateful to see this spy who was spying on the military. If he hadn't arrived in time, his life might have been lost.
"What did the little saint soldiers and horses say?" Ajiduo breathed a sigh of relief and asked urgently.
The commander bowed his hands in a salute and did not dare to raise his head to answer: "These soldiers and horses are said to be helping Dali and resisting the barbarians together, so I would like to express my gratitude to you."
"Aisle, aisle." Ajiduo thought for a while, walked a few steps around the desk, and muttered in his mouth.
"No, no." Suddenly Ajiduo looked up at the roof and suddenly realized: "Why doesn't the aisle go through Xiaguan, but takes a detour from Qiguo?"
"Report to the Ghost Lord, the little saint's soldiers and horses said that they hope we can send troops together to fight against the barbarians." Shi Chang lowered his head and did not dare to raise his head.
Ajito burst into laughter, shook his head, and kept sneering: "Do you think I am a fool when we fight against the barbarians together? Isn't my army and horse enough to fill the teeth of the barbarians?"
"Ghost Master, what should we do now? The little saint's soldiers and horses want to borrow the passage?" Shi Chang asked, not daring to raise his head, lowering his head and bowing his hands.
Ajiduo sighed and shook his head: "Let the little saint use the soldiers and horses to borrow the way. Our few soldiers and horses are not enough to put a gap in others' teeth."
After speaking, he loudly ordered to his men: "If the little saint's soldiers and horses want to help the Dali Kingdom, please use the road. We will stay in the stronghold and cannot get out."
After passing Ajido, the security team arrived at the second tribe from Qi State.
The ghost leader of this tribe is A Shibei. He was also shocked when he heard that the security team wanted to use the road.
There are more tribes in Ashibe than in Ajido, about 3,000 people and about 300 soldiers and horses.
Ah Shibei thought that the Song Dynasty was going to attack Ziqi State, but he was finally relieved when he heard that they would not attack.
It's okay to borrow the passage, but they won't intercept, and in fact, they don't have the strength to intercept.
As for helping Dali to resist the Hu people, their tribe does not have the strength.
Ten days later, the troops led by Zhao Ping finally arrived at the capital of Ziqi State.
Zhao Ping looked at it and found that the capital of Ziqi State was built on the mountain and was only as big as a county town.
The palace is very unique, and its layout is similar to the Dushanshui Tower in Guizhou in later generations.
But this one is far less grand than that, with only five floors.
Hearing that the little saint had arrived, Yongju was shocked and came out to greet him personally.
As a king, he naturally has his own troops, about two thousand, including one thousand cavalry.
To be on the safe side, Yongju ordered all his troops to greet the security group.
The two sides were not close, but about a hundred steps apart.
Yongju is about thirty, with medium skin, medium height, prominent facial features, and wearing a purple robe.
Perhaps he has been influenced by Han culture for a long time. He is dressed as Han Chinese and has a somewhat gentle and elegant air.
Seeing Zhao Ping's appearance, Yonggu smiled and said: "In ancient times, Gan Luo was the prime minister at the age of twelve, and now there is the little sage Marquis who is twelve years old."
"Your Highness, you have given me the award, but this guy has a false reputation." Zhao Ping said hurriedly and politely.
When Yanju saw the long line of soldiers and horses behind him, his expression changed drastically, cold sweat broke out on his back, and his hands couldn't help but tremble.
He forced himself to calm down: "Little saint, why did you come to Ziqi country with so many soldiers and horses?"
With so many soldiers and horses, don't you think you can destroy the country of Qi?
"The Hu people have arrived in Dali. Doesn't His Highness know about it?" Zhao Ping said with a joking smile.
Ying Ju smiled bitterly and shook his head: "The distance between Dali and Dali is thousands of miles, and I don't know it yet."
Pretend, I think you are just pretending.
"Your Highness, since ancient times, Dali and Ziqi are adjacent to each other. Aren't you afraid that the barbarians will destroy Dali and then Ziqi?" Zhao Ping thought in his heart, and said with a joking smile at the corner of his mouth.
Ying Ju shook his head: "Little saint, Dali is afraid of barbarians, but Zi Qi is not afraid. Although Zi Qi is not as vast as Dali, its combat power is far beyond what Dali can match."
"Your Highness, the Hu people have 200,000 soldiers and horses, as well as cyclone cannons, iron cannons and other firearms. How long can you stop them?" Zhao Ping said lightly with a sarcastic smile on his face.
Ying Ju raised his neck and replied decisively: "Little sage, since Qi State has the Great Wall, it can naturally keep the barbarians out."
"The Great Wall? The Qin Dynasty also had a Great Wall, could it stop the Huns from invading?" Zhao Ping said with a sarcastic smile on his lips, looking at Yingju with burning eyes.
Ying Ju was obviously familiar with the history of the Han people and shook his head: "Little sage, the Qin Dynasty is strong and the Huns have never invaded."
"Your Highness, the Huns never invaded because the Qin Dynasty was strong. After the fall of the Qin Dynasty, didn't the Huns invade in the early Han Dynasty?" A joking smile appeared on Zhao Ping's face.
Yong Ju's face almost turned the color of pig liver, he was extremely embarrassed.
However, he reacted very quickly: "Little saint, the Huns have not been wiped out by the Han Dynasty."
