Daqin: At the beginning, he revealed that he was a traverser, and Ying Zheng was paralyzed

His moral sense and three views could not accept such a cruel and heavy fact for a while.

"Sir, the future has changed, hasn't it?"

"Those you said..."

Fusu opened his mouth slowly, with hope in his eyes.

"At present, it seems that part of it has been changed."

"Fusu, don't take it too seriously."

"Justice is in the hearts of the people, no matter how much the historian slanders it, it will not change the steelyard in people's hearts."

Chen Qing patted him on the shoulder: "It's useless for me to tell you about the things behind, and besides, they may never happen."

"We just have to be ourselves and have a clear conscience."

Fusu nodded slowly, took a deep breath: "I have been taught."

After getting into the carriage, it took a long time for Fusu to recover.

"Sir, the first batch of civil servants from the northern land will arrive in Xianyang tomorrow, about [-] in number."

"According to the messenger's report, most of them are old, old and weak, and they have been guarding the border for ten years."

Fusu couldn't help showing sympathy.

"I would rather be a dog of peace than a person in troubled times."

"Weichen believes that most of them don't intend to fight against Daqin."

"At the end of the Seven Kingdoms War, even women, children and children were conscripted to the battlefield. How could they disobey the government's orders?"

"It's time to wrap things up."

Chen Qing sighed leisurely.

After returning home, the two talked for more than two hours.

Regarding the deployment of the abolished Northern Army, the distribution of gunpowder, cement, and steel output, as well as the weapons and equipment for the conquest of soldiers and horses in the Western Regions.

It wasn't until the sun was setting that Fusu rubbed his sore temples and went back to sort out and record today's thoughts.

"Reba, don't go yet."

Chen Qing spoke suddenly, and called Reba who was about to leave after packing up the case.

"My lord, what other orders do you have?"

Reba looked a little weird.

"You are a smart person, you must have known about Shache's change of owner and Zhe'ermutie's execution."

"I just wanted to tell you yesterday, but Nai He came back late, so it's inconvenient to disturb you."

"Your sister is now the head of Shache Kingdom."

Chen Qing smiled and pointed to the opposite position.

"Thank you, my lord, for avenging our two sisters."

Reba didn't know if he made a mistake, so he knelt down on the felt mat opposite.

"I promised you that I will let you go back when Meng Gan takes over Shache Kingdom."

"now……"

There was a touch of reluctance in Chen Qing's tone, but he soon felt relieved.

"You also heard my conversation with the prince just now."

"The Western Regions will not be peaceful in the future."

"Naza is arrogant and self-willed. In Xianyang, I can defend myself one or two, but in Shache Kingdom, I can't guarantee that I will meet a general with a hot temper. If he comes to a general, he will not accept the order of the emperor outside. The officer can't help it either.

Chen Qing spread his hands: "Remember, be careful, don't invite disasters."

"Li Xin suffers from the stigma of a defeated general that cannot be washed away, and it has been brooding on him for ten years."

"Sending him to conquer the Western Regions this time, I'm afraid... all the tribes in the Western Regions will be destroyed!"

Reba's face was pale, his whole body trembled violently, and he collapsed on the ground.

She is not that ignorant and ignorant village woman. When Chen Qing and Fusu talk, they are often tens of thousands of people and millions of stones!

The countries in the Western Regions are small and weak, how can they resist the overwhelming power of the Great Qin!

"My lord, Minnv doesn't want to go back to the Western Regions."

"If you don't mind, Minnv is willing to stay by your side and serve you all the time."

"My lord, please take it in!"

Reba kowtowed to the ground, speaking earnestly.

"You are smart."

"It's not impossible to stay, I'm afraid that your sister thought of something bad and mistakenly thought that the official didn't want to let you go, so she detained you."

"If she plays her temper again, I'm afraid..."

Chen Qing prolonged the ending, and could already imagine Nazha's fate.

Menggana and other reckless people are only thinking about making contributions and revitalizing their families.

Although Nazha is the lord of a country, if he offends him, nine out of ten he will be chopped off with a knife, and another person will be the lord of the country.

Thousands of years later, Tang Dynasty and Dashi competed in Central Asia.

Many small countries suffered from it.

Often when Dashi came, they would kill all the kings and nobles registered in the Tang Dynasty, and then set up another monarch, ordering him to summon the people to serve Dashi.

In less than a year and a half, Datang came back again.

Also clean up the puppets established by Dashi, support the new king to succeed to the throne, and then ask for money, food, soldiers and dignitaries.

The two sides have been fighting for several years, but they have not been to the point of being injured. On the contrary, the local aborigines have almost died.

It is not unreasonable that there are few people in Central Asia.

"Minnv will write a letter to her younger sister and tell her why."

"My lord, please take care of her for the sake of taking care of her."

Reba raised his head in panic, his eyes were slightly red.

"Ah."

Chen Qing nodded in response: "Natural selection, the weak prey on the strong."

"If you feel wronged, don't blame Da Qin, and don't blame me."

"If you want to blame, blame this era."

The corner of his mouth curled into a smile: "This is the best of times, and it's also the worst of times."

Chapter 192

The next day, it's time.

The morning sun rose high, and the golden sunlight poured down on the earth.

A continuous stream of convoys set off from Xianyang City, followed the prince's car, and headed for Beiguan.

Fusu was wearing a fox fur cloak, looking back at the convoy transporting food and drinks behind him, he was filled with emotion for a moment.

"Sir, can a glass of wine and a hundred catties of food really eliminate their resentment towards Daqin?"

Chen Qing seemed very confident: "Your Highness, don't worry too much, you will know when the time comes."

"Is the report coming from the horse in front?"

"Old Mo, go and meet me."

He gestured and commanded.

"promise."

Song Mo was wearing a mighty armor with a fine iron long sword on his waist. He straddled the horse and looked around vigilantly.

After hearing Chen Qing's order, he immediately rode his horse and rushed out.

"This person is brave, I wonder which family's talent it is?"

Fusu looked at Song Mo's back with appreciative eyes.

"It's not from any family, it's just a nobody."

Chen Qing smiled perfunctorily.

Song Mo asked him a very important question: "A certain family was deceived by an adulterer, and there was a precedent of assassinating your lord. Why do you dare to keep a certain family by your side?"

"Because you can't kill me."

Chen Qing said inscrutablely.

Gentlemen can be deceived with methods, Song Mo values ​​righteousness and despises life, and has a chivalrous spirit in his heart.

What's more, he changed his name and surname, probably because he also had scruples about his ancestor's reputation.

How could such a person betray so easily?

Not long after, Song Mo flew back and reported that the [-] prisoners dismissed by the Northern Army were already ten miles away, and they would arrive in three quarters of an hour.

"Fire and cook."

"Prepare more hot water."

Chen Qing jumped out of the carriage and yelled instructions.

The attendants and civilian husbands got busy quickly, chopping wood to light a fire, and setting up a cauldron.

When the rice porridge in the pot was boiling and the aroma was overflowing, on the distant horizon, dark figures rushed towards us.

A large group of unkempt and skinny prisoners lined up in a long line under the guard of soldiers, staggering forward with difficulty.

Their expressions were sluggish and numb, their skins were honed by the cold wind in the north like old tree bark, and their faces were full of vicissitudes and haggardness.

The person in front sniffed and was immediately refreshed.

"Rice porridge!"

"I can smell the aroma of food!"

"There is something to eat!"

The slow-moving team suddenly accelerated.

Chen Qing was wearing a bearskin cloak and stood side by side with Fusu.

He looked at the countless Northland prisoners from a distance, all of them were thin and pale, as if they could be blown down by a gust of wind.

No need to think about it, Meng Tian will definitely send back the weakest burden first.

"Can such a person rebel?"

Fusu muttered to himself.

Long-term labor and oppression have completely destroyed their bodies and wills, and they are as lifeless as dead bones in a tomb.

Do the ministers of the Manchu Dynasty actually think that they will rebel again?

It is ridiculous!

"See His Royal Highness."

Fusu stepped forward, and the military leader in charge of the escort immediately bowed and saluted.

Immediately, the soldiers on both sides of the team followed suit.

"See His Royal Highness."

The prisoners stared straight at the cauldron on the open space, swallowing their saliva unceasingly.

Even when he knelt down to salute, his eyes never left.