Dunhuang City and Mingsha Mountain are known as one of the four major Mingsha Mountains in China. Mingsha, a thing like Mingsha, has been studied scientifically for three episodes in later generations. In this era, it is even more unpredictable.
"Shazhou Illustrated Book" records that the sound of sand in the mountains can be heard in the city. When people travel to Sand Mountain, they have few companions, or they may develop fear before traveling, and no one dares to go forward.
And today, at the foot of Mingsha Mountain where the sound of diabolo is constantly emitting, under a sun and moon flag of the Tang Dynasty and the banner of the Jiedushi Envoy of the Guiyi Army, an old man with more than ten maids and a knight in golden armor are meet.
Cao Yijin was leading the maid in a brocade skirt, and Zhang Zhao was riding with a young man in golden armor.
"Zhang Erlang! My uncle is here, why don't he dismount his horse and take off his armor to salute!"
Cao Yijin was wearing a loose robe and looked like he was going on an outing. The table under the emperor's banner was filled with fine wines and delicacies.
Fortunately, there was no strong wind and no sand at this time, otherwise we would have had to eat sand.
Zhang Zhao neatly turned over and dismounted, and handed the reins in his hand to Cao Shisi and Cao Yanming, who was beside him with a somewhat evasive look.
"Excellent kungfu! I really haven't noticed that you, Zhang Erlang, have secretly practiced martial arts. Zhang Zhong, an old dog, really has some skills!"
Cao Yijin praised loudly. Even though it was just a small dismount, it could greatly demonstrate the knight's skill and strength.
Because ordinary people wear dozens of kilograms of heavy armor, they cannot dismount without assistance. However, Cao Yijin never imagined that Zhang Zhao's martial arts was not secretly taught by Zhang Zhong, but came from later generations.
"Uncle Suo, do you think my nephew looks like a Taibao Lord in this armor?" Zhang Zhao took off the phoenix-winged bag on his head, threw it to Cao Yanming next to him, and asked Cao Yijin with a smile. .
Cao Yijin's original wife, Suo Shi, was the daughter of Suo Xun, the fourth generation of the Guiyi Army Jiedushi. At this time, there were still some matrilineal clan traditions, so Zhang Zhao called Cao Yijin his uncle of the Suo family.
"Puppy slave, Mr. Taibao is blessed with talents, but you only have a few horses and a few swords? Do you dare to compare yourself to Mr. Taibao? I think you are somewhat similar to the emperor in white!"
When Cao Yijin saw Zhang Zhao's tired look, he immediately changed his attitude. The two of them really looked like a meeting between uncle and nephew.
"Uncle, my father lost his country, do you really think it was just because he had great ambitions and lack of talent?" Zhang Zhao walked to the table where Cao Yijin had placed fine wines, picked up a glass of grape wine and drank it.
"At that time, the strength of the Zhang family was declining after several internal strife, so the wealthy Guasha Tanger family took the opportunity to support my father and use war to consolidate power.
And you clans with mixed Sogdian blood just stood by and watched the fun. It wasn't until they were really out of luck and the Ganzhou Xianyou troops came to the city that they fought. Unfortunately, it was too late. In the end, I, the Zhang family, was sacrificed before the Zhang family stabilized! "
Zhang Zhao had a playful expression on his face, "Uncle, tell me, if someone can say these words, does he look like me, the emperor in white clothes? Or does he look like my great-grandfather, Grand Bao Gong?"
Zhang Yichao is a great hero, of course he is wise and powerful.
But Zhang Zhao's father, Zhang Chengfeng, was not. In a sense, he was a tool used by the Guasha Tanger clan to fight for power.
Every day a group of people wrote limericks to praise him, and he thought that the Guiyi Army back then was still the Guiyi Army that was so powerful in Hexi during the Zhang Yichao period.
After breaking a few tribes of brilliant people, he thought he was invincible, but was knocked down in the dust by a punch from the Ganzhou Uighur.
It’s okay 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 beside him to step back. He straightened his clothes and stared at Zhang Zhao.
"Who said this to you?"
It was no wonder that Cao Yijin was nervous, because what Zhang Zhao said was true.
After Zhang Zhao's father, the white-clothed emperor Zhang Chengfeng, relied on the Han people in Guasha and got rid of the control of his aunt Li and several cousins, the Han people in Guasha had been encouraging Zhang Chengfeng to conquer everywhere, because the only option was war. , only in war mode can the power be gathered as quickly as possible.
Sure enough, during Zhang Chengfeng's Western Han Jinshan Kingdom's war against the Canwei people, the Gaochang Uighurs, and the Suzhou Long family, power quickly concentrated in the hands of the Guasha Han'er family headed by Zhang Chengfeng, while the Cao Yijin family like Families who are of mixed Sogdian descent have suffered losses and been marginalized.
At that time, both sides were waiting to see each other's jokes, and both thought the other was stupid, but they never thought that a fight would lead to a fight, but if the Guiyi Army was gone, where would they stand?
These people didn't realize they were out of luck until they ran into the Ganzhou Uighurs and were attacked by soldiers at the city gate!
But these things cannot be understood without a high level of political acumen, not to mention that they all happened twenty years ago. The old people who were fooled back then had a tacit understanding to avoid talking about it, and the new generation , I have no impression of this at all.
How did Zhang Erlang know this?
Zhang Zhao knew Cao Yijin's doubts. He pointed at his head and said, "Uncle, my nephew has figured this out by himself!"
Just kidding, I, Zhang Da, became famous as a time traveler in the Big P Agency, which has Class A war criminals per capita. At the same time, I am also a historical UP host of Uncle Chen’s video site. I don’t know how many historical events I have seen the same situation before traveling.
For example, if I watched with a cold eye and let Li Hefei's Huai army go to challenge the whole of Japan, wouldn't it be 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 huge difference in knowledge and information exposure between modern people and ancient people. The ancient people’s cherished experiences have been analyzed and told so many times by many people in later generations.
"Good boy! You can fight one against a hundred, you can make a divine arm bow, and you have such 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 chop you into pieces at my command? "
Cao Yijin narrowed his eyes and no longer regarded Zhang Zhao as a young tiger, but as a dormant hidden 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, I would have disappeared long ago without even saying these words.
It's a pity that you are not, you are just a paper framer for those of us who have lost our country and our homes! There are warriors like Ma Yaozi and Captain Yan. Are there two thousand people in the entire Guiyi Army? "
Cao Yijin never expected that Zhang Zhao could say such words, which surprised him even more than before, and made him even more confused about whether to laugh or cry.
After all, Cao Yijin is also King Tuoxi who controls the life and death of 200,000 to 300,000 people, and has nearly 10,000 soldiers under his command. This Erlang, with only more than a hundred people under his command, regards him as a paper framer!
but! Cao Yijin sighed again. What they said was actually true. He smiled wryly and stretched out a finger to shake it.
"Two thousand? If I had two thousand warriors like this, would they have retreated from Ganzhou City? I had already gone to Liangzhou. Two thousand? It's not even one thousand. If I had a dozen of them, I could collect five or six hundred. Just people.”
"Then my uncle also talked about killing someone? We only have a small number of people. Today you gave your nephew a way. I don't know if I will help the Cao family in the future.
And I think that what Sanniangzi said to her nephew, "It would be nice to have another Taibao Gong", did I hear it from you? The one in Dunhuang City who is always worried that his children and grandchildren will become barbarians, are you also you? "
"You little little slave, do you understand the difference between Hu and Han? Do you know what Tang'er is? Do you know what the Tang Dynasty is like? Have you been to Chang'an?"
Cao Yijin was a little confused and a little disdainful. He felt that Zhang Zhao was telling lies.
Because for people like Zhang Zhao, when Zhu Quanzhong was born, the main pillars of the evil thief Zhu Quanzhong were gone. The Tang Dynasty has long been a thing of the past. He has never felt the power and power of the Tang Dynasty at all. How can there be such a strong distinction between Hu and Han and the Tang Dynasty? glory?
"Chang'an! I've seen it in my dream!" Zhang Zhao's tone became dreamy, and he pointed to the east as if mumbling.
"Over there, over there is Chang'an!
There, I saw Jieli Khan dancing in the Weiyang Palace!
I have seen King Gaozang of Goguryeo trembling like a quail outside the Daming Palace!
I have seen Wang Xuance destroy an entire country by one man, leading Alona Shun, the king of Central Tianzhu, like a mule and horse, leading him through a distant gate.
The nine heavens closed the palace, and all the nations wore their hats and bowed their heads.
I have heard Li Taibai laugh up to the sky and go out, how can I not be as unrestrained as Penghao people!
I have also heard that the Big Dipper is high and Geshu carries a knife at night. Until now, I have seen herd horses, but I dare not surpass Lintao's heroic spirit.
Uncle, tell me, have I seen Datang? Do you know about Datang? "
Behind Cao Yijin, a 'maid' who was pouring wine suddenly turned around. She looked at Zhang Zhao, who was wearing golden armor, with a blazing light 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.
"Back then, a certain grandpa often talked about Chang'an to a certain person, and also mentioned the scene of Jieli Khan dancing in Weiyang Palace. He was the lord of the desert who controlled hundreds of thousands of strings!"
As he spoke, Cao Yijin showed an extremely painful look on his face, and he gently hammered his chest.
"What a pain! What a pain! I will never see such a grand occasion again in this life! Why not be born in the prosperous Tang Dynasty?"
"Uncle has done a good enough job. Without you, we can't save Chang'an or Dunhuang. Now you know why my nephew asked Liulang to bring the divine arm bow to you? As long as there are three hundred divine arm archers with my brother On Yuande's side, the Rebel Army will not be in chaos!"
Cao Yijin smiled and looked at Zhang Zhao next to him, "Little dog slave, do you think my uncle will die soon? Or do you think that my uncle can't even handle a Uighur woman?"
"Everyone is destined to die! My uncle is getting old, how can he live for another ten years? In ten years, I will only be twenty-nine years old, and he will not even reach his thirties.
I don’t think my uncle can handle a Uighur woman, but after all, we have been sleeping together for twenty years, and the child she gave birth to is also of your blood! "
"Maybe..." Cao Yijin paused slightly, "What you said makes sense!"
After saying this, Cao Yijin only felt a sting on his face like a needle pricking him. In order to stabilize the situation, he married the daughter of Ganzhou Uighur Tianmu Khan. Now the time has come to pay off the debt!
Zhang Zhao let out a long sigh, "Your Majesty, we can no longer be in chaos or kill each other!
From my uncle Zhang Huaishen onwards, the common people have done evil and the monarchs have been deceived. Every time the governor is replaced, there will inevitably be bloody killings.
From the time when we carried 30,000 soldiers and Hu'er didn't dare to look directly at us, we have now killed less than 10,000 people. It's time to make changes. "
Cao Yijin nodded, feeling a little sad suddenly in his heart. Zhang Erlang could see that none of his sons were strong men and heroes!
He was waiting, waiting for him to come back with his troops from the Kingdom of Khotan to retrieve everything after his death. He could even wait, because his eldest son Cao Yuande was already forty-four, and Zhang Erlang was not even twenty.
The two were silent for a while, and Zhang Zhao cupped his hands towards Cao Yijin.
"Uncle, I want to explore a way to rebuild the Tang Dynasty and rebuild the glory of the Han people. As long as the Taibao Gong protects me and prevents me from dying in Anxi, I will definitely take back everything Tang'er once had!"
Cao Yijin turned his head and looked at Zhang Zhao in surprise. After a while, King Tuoxi, the sixth-generation military envoy of the Guiyi Army, suddenly showed a rare senility.
"The younger generation is terrible! I am old and I no longer understand your world! My once extravagant wish was just to be an envoy to Hexi Province."
As he said that, Cao Yijin suddenly laughed at himself, "It would be better if I could be a military governor of Longyou and Hexi like Wang Taishi (Wang Zhongsi)! But I didn't expect that you, Zhang Erlang, could actually restore the Tang Dynasty." Ambition!"
After saying that, Cao Yijin picked up the wine glass.
"Let's have another drink! There is no old friend left in Yangguan in the west!"
Zhang Zhao quickly took it and the two of them had a drink together!
"In the past, when Tubo captured Anxi, the Anxi Protectorate, the Four Towns' Jiedu Observer, and Wuwei County Prince Guo Xin's whereabouts were unknown and they were all scattered.
However, in the past, the Jiedu envoys in the four towns had tens of thousands of soldiers and their families. It is impossible that all of them died in the war. It is very likely that they have turned into barbarians like the dead.
If you can find them and return them to the Tang Dynasty, maybe there is something you can do in Hexi.
My uncle can't help you with anything else. There are three thousand taels of silver here, so I can atone for my sins against the emperor in white! "
As he spoke, Cao Yijin tore off the object covered by the brocade quilt next to the table. It turned out to be a mahogany box filled with silver collars.
Zhang Zhao rolled up his skirt with difficulty, and then knelt on one knee in front of Cao Yijin.
"Uncle, please forgive me for not being able to perform the ceremony as my nephew is wearing armor. I dare not refuse this gift from my elder!"
If the Tang Dynasty can really be revived in the future, my nephew will personally carry the coffin to send his uncle to be buried in Bozhou (Qiaojun). In front of the tomb, he will put up a monument and write: "The Great Tang Gu Zhong, the Governor of Longyou in Hexi, and the King Cao of Qiaojun." Discussing money is taboo. '"
"You have some conscience!" Cao Yijin Zhanyan laughed loudly.
"I didn't expect it! My son, who has been teaching me through words and deeds for decades, doesn't even know Cao Yijin's wish, but you, my nephew, are my confidant!
Go for it! I agree to your marriage to Jiu Niang! Grandson Yanming, you should go too! "
After saying that, Cao Yijin turned around, put his hands behind his back, and walked towards Dunhuang City, not even caring about his most beloved grandson, Cao Yanming.
"Grandpa! The fourteenth is unfilial. You will take good care of your health and wait until the fourteenth comes back!"
"Uncle! I prefer the third lady to the nineteenth lady!"
grass!
Cao Yijin, who was deeply moved by his own greatness, staggered, and veins popped out on his forehead. He had a strong urge to go back and give Zhang Zhao a big dick!
Lady Cao Sanniang, who had been pretending to be a maid for a long time, suddenly blushed. She was a little annoyed and stared at Zhang Zhao with a little joy.
"Sister Sanniang, Qi Xianghu and others, I will entrust you to take care of them! Just treat them as your own!" Zhang Zhao laughed a few times, pulled Cao Yanming and walked west.
A breeze stirred up waves of fine sand, and an old man and a young man walked in two opposite directions. Amidst the sound of sand, the three morning flags of the sun, moon and stars, symbolizing the Tang Dynasty, fluttered high.
(Why do I suddenly have the urge to finish the whole book? Ugh! Ridiculous!)
