Father, I really don’t want to be the emperor

"Your Majesty, the Miluo people must not take this lightly. The Miluo people are naturally tall and strong, and they are particularly good at fighting. If there is a war between our Dakang people and the Miluo people, we will probably suffer huge losses."

"Another reason is that the Miluo Kingdom has been having good weather over the past few years, with extremely high crop yields. Their people live in a favorable environment and have abundant supplies. Once a war breaks out, I am afraid that supplies in the northwest will be unsustainable."

Song Chengzhou revealed several weaknesses of the war.

After some discussion between the monarch and his ministers, they all felt that the winning rate in the war between the northwest and Miluo Kingdom was not high, but the probability of failure was not high either. The most likely scenario was that the two sides were in a stalemate, but when the two sides entered a state of internal friction, it was very likely that It may completely drag Dakang into a situation of no return.

What's more, what Ning Fan wants is not just a safe and stable society, he wants a safe and prosperous northwest, so a war with the Miluo people and a long-term stalemate is not the result Ning Fan wants.

"Never use war to solve problems until the last step. War only solves problems that cannot be reached on the negotiation table."

Ning Fan thought for a while and then sighed.

If we want to completely transform the northwest, we can only transform Qinchuan, and transforming Qinchuan will affect the ultimate interests of the Miluo people, so this time friction with the Miluo people is almost inevitable.

"After I return, I will immediately send an envoy to Miluo to have a good discussion with the Miluo Kingdom to see if there is a better solution to this matter. If the people of Miluo really want to go to war with us, Dakang, we, Dakang, will be defeated. Not afraid either.”

Ning Fan has already thought about it. In order to win the water source of Qinchuan, completely change the drought situation in the northwest, and build a grand canal that runs through the northwest, Ning Fan will not hesitate to go to war with the Miluo people.

Of course, the later the war starts, the better for Dakang, because Ning Fan can free up his hands to prepare more supplies and ordnance.

In fact, today's war is still a great threat to Ning Fan. After all, the firearms invented by Ning Fan are now useless, especially the muskets, which have limited range, limited lethality, limited accuracy, and can explode easily. chamber.

After all, although Ning Fan invented gunpowder, before the Industrial Revolution reached a certain level of technological accumulation, these gunpowder technologies could not be transformed into advanced weapons, nor could the entire Dakang region be brought into the era of hot war with gunpowder.

"Five years! You only need to give me five years, and I can return you a powerful fortune. By then, let alone the Miluo people, even the Huns, I will not take them lightly."

Ning Fan said after learning from the pain.

Time is always the most important thing for a king. As long as there is time, Ning Fan can equip Dakang's army with more advanced weapons. Once mature guns are available, no matter on the battlefield, Neither the Miluo people nor the Huns were any match for Dakang's firearms.

"If Your Majesty wants to buy five years, then the construction of this canal cannot be started within five years, because even if we don't dig and divert the Qinchuan River now, once we start construction of the canal, the people of Miluo will definitely know our purpose ”

Song Chengzhou showed a wry smile.

Indeed, Ning Fan also felt that he was a little whimsical. He wanted to buy time, but he could not treat others as fools at all, especially in the country of Miluo. There were a large number of Miluo businessmen active for a long time. In the territory of Dakang, for Dakang's Miluo people are the first to know about every move.

"Let's negotiate this matter at the negotiating table first, but we must also prepare for the war in full swing."

Ning Fan didn't say too much. After all, the plan couldn't keep up with the changes. What would happen in the northwest in the future? We can only wait and see.

Ning Fan did not rush back to the south of the Yangtze River to suppress the bandits, but stayed in the northwest for a while. After these days of hard work, Chen Qiao finally reached the border of Dakang.

There are endless birch forests on the vast border, and after crossing the river, you will reach the vast grassland.

In less than half a month, Chen Qiao almost lost weight and lost his appearance. His whole person was dark and thin, and he looked like a monkey who had lost weight and lost his appearance.

He spent a lot of hard work to cross the huge loess slope and arrived at the border. Looking at the endless green grassland in the distance, Chen Qiao felt full of melancholy.

It is conceivable what the reaction of these Huns was when a Han appeared on the grasslands of the Huns.

More than a dozen Huns surrounded Chenqiao. When not fighting, they were fully armed with scimitars on their waists and long bows on their backs.

They kept wandering around Chen Qiao, staring at Chen Qiao.

"You are from Dakang, how did you come to our grassland? Don't you know that the eagles on our grassland naturally look down on you Dakang men?"

Several Huns jabbered and taunted Chen Qiao.

"I am here to take refuge with you Huns. I am the general of Dakang. I have important secrets that I want to tell your Khan."

Chen Qiao actively explained something to these Huns. Unfortunately, these Huns could not understand Dakang's language at all. Seeing Chen Qiao's gestures, these Huns were angered.

There was just a snap sound, and Chen Qiao was whipped on the face. The whip left a ferocious blood groove on Chen Qiao's face, and a large piece of meat was directly taken away by the whip.

Chen Qiao grimaced in pain, his face was almost punctured, and he was about to show his teeth, but he knew that he must not show any angry expression at this time. If he couldn't bear it, he would mess up his plans, in case he died in the hands of these Huns. In the hands of Xiao Bing, that is the real injustice.

Chen Qiao took out the gifts that he had prepared long ago, including rouge, gouache and some Dakan handicrafts.

These things are the most popular things on the grassland, so when Chen Qiao took out these gadgets, the eyes of several Huns suddenly lit up.

When Chen Qiao expressed his intention to give these things to the Huns for free, he was immediately welcomed by the Huns. The Huns invited Chen Qiao into their tent and cooked mutton for him.

Chen Qiao, who had not had a real meal for several days, finally couldn't help but devour the tender mutton.

Before the meal was finished, a short man walked in outside.

This man has the appearance of a standard Huns man, but unfortunately his figure is very different from that of ordinary Huns.

Judging from the person's attire, Chen Qiao judged that the other person must be a businessman because he had gold rings on five of his ten fingers.

Businessmen have been traveling around the world for a long time, and they are likely to understand the languages ​​​​of various places. As expected, this businessman speaks fluent Dakang dialect as soon as he opens his mouth.

"You are from Dakang, why did you come to the territory of our Huns?"

The other party looked at Chen Qiao with curiosity.