"Mutiny in the military camp?!" Everyone was shocked and couldn't help but whisper.
"Well, it's a mutiny." The Kucha official nodded: "The Western Xinjiang army made trouble and almost started a fight with the Turks."
A thinner Qiuci official next to him said with lingering fear: "I have never encountered such a thing in my life. The scene yesterday almost scared people to death. I kept mumbling, what happened to me? It's so unlucky that we happened to bump into the troublemaker sooner or later."
The previous official continued: "A few of us were almost dragged in by the rebels. If a fierce battle really broke out last night, it is really hard to say whether we would have survived."
The guests at the dinner were itching to hear what he said, and they all pressed for the reason.
The Qiuci official continued: "The cause of the matter is very simple. To put it bluntly, it was just for a bite of food. The newly formed Western Xinjiang Army comes from nineteen different countries. Since arriving in Ulan After that, their food treatment has been very poor. To put it mildly, the Turks don’t regard us Western Xinjiang people as human beings at all. Every day, the Turkic soldiers eat a lot of fish and meat, and are full of fat. But what about the Western Xinjiang army? Humph! Even the food is worse than that of a dog! Moreover, even with this shabby food, they often don’t care if they are full. Guess what? The Western Xinjiang Army’s food and salary supply has been completely deducted by the Turkic quartermaster.”
The thin and timid official continued: "That's not all. The Turks who are responsible for leading the Western Xinjiang army beat and scold and humiliate the Western Xinjiang soldiers at every turn. Sometimes if they are too harsh, they will be beaten to death on the spot. The situation of people. When people in Western Xinjiang die, they just die. Their bodies are dragged out and thrown into the grass ditch, leaving them to be eaten by wild dogs."
Upon hearing this, people in the restaurant suddenly became angry and cursed loudly and angrily. Everyone is from Western Xinjiang, and it is inevitable that one or two relatives and friends in every family will serve in the army. The Turks bullying their compatriots like this is simply worse than animals.
The Qiuci official shook his head: "Well, if it has been like this for a long time, no matter who it is, there will inevitably be a bad breath in the heart. Just yesterday, several battalions of Xijiang commanders ran to find the Turks and said that it would be a while. It's the Flower Goddess Festival. I wonder if I can kill some cattle and sheep to improve the food for the brothers. Even if we don't have large pieces of meat to eat, it would be nice to have a bowl of broth to satisfy our craving. It's a festival."
"This is not an excessive request!" the old man said: "The Flower Goddess Festival is a big festival in the Ghost Desert of Western Xinjiang. Even the prisoners in the prison must eat something good that day."
The Kucha official sighed helplessly: "That's what I said, but unexpectedly, the Turks not only rejected the proposal outright, but also deliberately reduced their rations that night. Especially those battalions that went to request, they only had wild vegetables. Soup for dinner. The Turks in charge also said, 'Good food feeds the poor! I'm usually too polite to you Xijiang people, but now you're actually licking your face to beg for meat! Those cattle and sheep are used to comfort the front line Do you deserve to eat the food from the Turkic warriors?' This word reached the ears of the Western Xinjiang warriors, and they exploded on the spot. The soldiers from those battalions smashed all the pots and bowls, and then gathered together. Ask the Turks for an explanation."
The young man asked nervously: "What happened next? What did the Turks say?"
"How do you say that?" A wry smile appeared on the Qiuci official's face: "I don't even bother to tell you! As soon as they saw the soldiers from Western Xinjiang gathering, the Turkic army immediately dispatched and surrounded the troublemaking battalions... Alas, as soon as they came up Just prepare to go on a killing spree!"
The guests couldn't help but take a breath of air and became worried for the soldiers from Western Xinjiang.
The Qiuci official said solemnly: "The situation at that time was too tense. Nearly ten thousand Turkic soldiers surrounded two to three thousand unarmed Western Xinjiang troops, and they were about to strike cruelly. But at this time, other nearby Western Xinjiang troops After hearing the news here, they immediately picked up the guys and ran to reinforce them. More and more people gathered. In the middle of the night, a full 20,000 people had arrived! The Turks also became nervous at this time and began to blockade the camp. Troops were mobilized everywhere to start a confrontation with the Western Xinjiang Army. Fortunately, both sides had concerns and tried to stay rational, so no one dared to take action first. Later, Gema Khan personally came to the scene and calmed down the confrontation. Both sides announced on the spot that they would distribute some cattle and sheep from the Turkic military supplies and give them to the troops in Western Xinjiang as gifts for the Flower Goddess Festival, so as to defuse the imminent war."
"My dear, it's so dangerous." The young man stuck out his tongue: "We live in the city and have no idea about this."
The old man muttered beside him: "What do you know? My son secretly told me this morning that after returning to the king's tent in the middle of the night yesterday, Gema Khan became furious and yelled that he couldn't swallow the bad breath. He said that after waiting for this limelight, he would definitely We need to find an opportunity to deal with the audacious Western Xinjiang Army!"
"Damn it! Turks are such bastards!" The guests couldn't help but cursed again after hearing this, wishing they could catch a Turk immediately and give them a beating.
Li Jiangyao looked at everyone's reaction and smiled at Zhou Xing: "I think that Gema Khan is really a good baby."
Zhou Xing also smiled and nodded: "Who says it's not the case? It's a pity that our Nilin Division is not familiar with the place here, and the language is not fluent and fluent. Otherwise, we should go to the Western Xinjiang Army to make some good friends now, and give Gemma Khan adds to the fun.”
"Don't worry about this." Li Jiangyao said with a confident smile: "Although the Intelligence Department of the Zhenjiang Army is not as powerful as your Nilin Department, it still knows a thing or two about these tricks of alienation. Xie Tanzhi and Yuduoluo Those two guys must be unwilling to let go of this precious opportunity."
When the food was placed on the table, the two of them immediately picked up the dishes and chopsticks, sweeping them away like a whirlwind of wind and clouds, leaving no trace of food left. After a full meal, Li Jiangyao saw that the guests in the restaurant were still discussing the conflict last night with nothing new, so he patted his chubby belly and told Zhou Xing to get up and leave.
After leaving the restaurant, he suggested going for a walk to the Turkic King's Tent to familiarize himself with the surrounding terrain and facilitate possible future actions. Zhou Xing readily agreed, turning the corner with him and walking towards the avenue.
While wandering around, Li Jiangyao accidentally glanced at the roadside shop and was suddenly stunned.
Zhou Xing noticed that his reaction was different and quickly asked why.
Li Jiangyao pointed to the signboard of a shop: "I recognize this shop." Zhou Xing looked in the direction he pointed and saw the wooden plaque with the words "Maji Silk Embroidery Workshop" written in large characters.
Just listen to Li Jiangyao explain to Zhou Xing: "There is a Master Ma in Metasequoia City, a famous embroidery master in Western Xinjiang. The shop he opened is called Ma Ji Silk Embroidery Workshop. How come there is one here?"
"Maybe it's a coincidence." Zhou Xing said, "Maybe it's not necessarily the same name."
With a thought in his mind, Li Jiangyao said, "Go and have a look," and then led the way to the silk embroidery workshop.
However, before they could enter the store, a man happened to come out. It looked like he was a young man from Shengtang who was doing business. He was neatly dressed. The young man walked across from Li Jiangyao and was about to say sorry and step aside. Unexpectedly, his body suddenly trembled slightly and he stared straight at Li Jiangyao, stunned on the spot.
After a while, a look of surprise appeared on his face, and he whispered: "Sir?"
Hearing the other party's name, Li Jiangyao immediately understood that the other party must be a subordinate of his Xinjiang Army, and most of them were from the Intelligence Department. He nodded slightly, signaling with his eyes to be silent.
The young man looked to both sides warily, and then made an invitation gesture to Li Jiangyao and the others. Li Jiangyao and Zhou Xing followed the young man, walked through the main hall of Maji Silk Embroidery Workshop, came to the backyard from the side door, and then walked in A hut hidden behind dense trees.
At this time, a barbarian man who looked like a shopkeeper was sitting in the hut. When he saw them coming in, he quickly stood up in surprise.
The young man gave a military salute to Li Jiangyao and said loudly: "Chen Zhen, a humble official, please see your lord. He is from Nanhejin, a member of the Shenhua family. Like the humble official, he is under the command of Lord Yudola of the Intelligence Department."
Then he turned to Nan Hejin and said: "This is the commander-in-chief of our Xinjiang Army! Why are you still standing there? Hurry up and see your lord!"
Nan Hejin was shocked when he heard this and hurriedly saluted and paid homage.
Li Jiangyao nodded at him, and then asked Chen Zhen: "Have you seen me before?"
"Reporting to your lord, I have seen it." Chen Zhen responded respectfully: "My humble position was an infantry colonel of the Second Army of Fire. I followed General Du Jian in battles for a long time. He was transferred to the Intelligence Department not long ago."
Nan Hejin said from the side: "I have never seen you in my humble position. In the past, I have always heard the family elders mention your reputation. Today, I can see you in person. Nan Hejin feels extremely honored! Sir, you are so young. I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it." He said with an honest smile.
Li Jiangyao heard what he said was interesting and couldn't help laughing: "Isn't your little prince younger than me?"
"That's different." Nan Hejin shook his head: "His Royal Highness the Prince is of the blood of the Goddess of Flowers, and you cannot be said to be younger or older. And you are the God of War, so you are so young. It is really unexpected."
Chen Zhen shouted in a low voice: "Nan Hejin, don't be arrogant! How can you be so rude to adults?"
Nan Hejin was stunned by him. He suddenly remembered the strict military laws of the Xinjiang Army. He was so frightened that he apologized repeatedly and did not dare to say another word.
Li Jiangyao found a stool and sat down, waved his hands and said: "It doesn't matter. There are not so many rules to talk about here. Come on, let me introduce to you. Mr. Zhou is the envoy of the second department of Beiya Nilin Division. In terms of rank in the imperial court, he is several levels higher than me."
Chen Zhen and Nan Hejin were slightly stunned when they heard this, and then hurriedly saluted Zhou Xing.
Seeing this, Zhou Xing took two steps forward and returned the salute. At the same time, he laughed and said: "Brothers, please don't take adults' jokes seriously. What is the rank or not? I am the same as you, we are all adults. Subordinates."
