The Fergana Basin, located between Tianshan and Mount Gishar-Aray, is 600 miles east to west and 340 miles north-south.It is a fertile land with a population of millions and is one of the most densely populated areas in the river.It is rich in horses, cotton and fruit.

The great country of Han Dynasty is here.The world-famous sweater BMW is here.Tang was a distant country.When the Zhou Dynasty conquered the river, the name of the Chinese people was: Ningyuan, a land of a province.The cure: the thirsty city.

There are a large number of nomadic people living here, mainly Kyrgyz, Sogdians and Uzbeks.

Winter in Ningyuan has always been warmer and higher than the surrounding areas.However, in late September, the whole people of Ningyuan, from the nobles, down to the people, all felt a glimmer of winter!

Because the king of the Zhou Empire is coming!

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The sun, the jays.The city of thirst, full of fire.

Jia Huan, accompanied by Qian Hu, Hu Xiaosi and Yang Daeying, arrived in Thirst Town with 500 garrison.Zhang Sishui, who commanded the operation, has led the army to take down the city.The city walls in the eastern section of the city have several bursts of artillery.

Autumn is twilighting.Blow the robe of Jia Huan and blow on a black and unspoofing young face on the battlefield.The queue of Zhou Jun is cleaning up the battlefield, holding a bayonet and escorting prisoners.

With the hot weapons army to bully the army of nomads, there is no shortage!Zhang Sishui led the army 10,000, and the step-riding gun coordinated, bombarded the thirsty city, and won the battle.The coordination between the various branches of the Zhou army is still difficult to say, but when it comes to the city of Binaren, it has made progress.

Jia Huan is in the open mouth, stationed in the horse, slightly resatisfied.500 elite guards behind him.A "Jia" banner fluttered in the wind.In addition, gunpowder, blood, and sweat are mixed.

It smells on the battlefield.For months, Jia Huan has been accustomed to this atmosphere of war!

At this moment, he deeply understood and realized the mood of the chairman's words, and said softly: "The autumn wind once a year is not like spring, better than spring, and a few rivers and thousands of miles of frost!"

On the other hand, Qian Huan laughed and patted the horse: "Good words made by the third master!"Surely it will spread all over the world like "the crown of anger for the face."

He smiled and said, “You don’t understand.Come on, go to town.”At that time, the chairman only crossed the box gun, did not shoot a gun in his life, and hit the world invincible.He admires in his heart.Therefore, there is no sword in the waist.

One of them walked by.There was no large-scale street fighting in the city, and the buildings were roughly complete.The streets are bigger than the streets.The Hu people of the thirsty city came out to work in exchange for rations and looked at the cavalry.

Jia Huan settled down in the city's main house that night.At 9 a.m. the next day, he took dozens of people, including Zhang Sishui, Liu Yiqiu, and his staff, to the east gate of the city to greet and sacrifice the coffin of the 100 people of the Guo family business team who were killed.

Yesterday, the three sons of Guo, who were working with him, went to find the corpses of Guo Wei and others, and prepared to return to Dunhuang with coffin!To die in his hometown, in the eyes of the Chinese, this is a very sad thing!

The early winter sun shines on the east gate of the city, where more than 2,000 soldiers and thousands of people in the city are waiting.

Zhou Jun re-enacted Ningyuan, and the local rich and powerful, rich businessmen, and celebrities of course, came to Zhou Jun and gave Jia Huan to the field!

At about 9 a.m., the team of 500 people transporting Guo Wei coffin arrived slowly.The atmosphere is plurious.Guo's son cried and knelt down and said, "The handiwork, I have now transported the remains of my uncle and my fellow men."

The crowd was in the middle, and Jia Huan was in the first place.The music and the music are ready.Jia Huan, dressed in black, tied a white belt, stood in front of the sacrifice, nodded gently, made a gesture, and motioned him up.He said, “Bring the man!”

Several wolf-like generals of Zhou escorted an Uzbek general to take over.The man shouted.People who know the Turkic language understand.It was Sevier, the general of the Uzbek Chingu Khan.

“Jian is forgiving.My family khan was the commander of the Zhou Army.Look at my family sweat for the sake of my life.”

"Jia, you can't kill me, my family's khans lead tens of thousands of troops in the battle, the two soldiers are harmful."

Among the crowd, there are several noble people in the distant country who want to ask for affection.However, seeing Jia Huan's thin face was firm, and pressed the words in his throat back.

Jia Huan looked at the struggling Severn Sewell, and nodded to the bare upper body, wrapped in a red belt, and nods his head with the knifeman with the ghost's head.He doesn’t understand Turkic language, and he doesn’t need to listen to this man’s nonsense!

“Hm on—”

A snow practice.Sevier's head landed, and blood squirted out in the neck cavity.Full of silence.The needle smells!

Several of the geeks came forward, sprinkled with lime powder, and worshipped Sevier's head on the sacrifice.

Jia Huan took the first two steps, turned around, and looked around everyone present: Zhou Junjia, Ningyuan nobles, etc., nearly 10,000 people!Longsheng said, "Heaven is good, Piff is not a newspaper revenge!"Blood should be paid for with blood!

The people of the Western region dare to kill one of my great weekly people, and their officials will report it ten times.Today, the Guo returned from the outside, and the above sacrifice was told to the world, showing the Hu people and making the order.Do not say no!”

“Ah...”

Outside the crowd, a thousand Uzbeks landed their heads.Including more than 20 guards who participated in the killing of Sevier in Guowei on that day.Keep what Jacqueline just said!Ten times that!

At the city gate, several nobles of Ningyuan have no color.They followed Alibov and Zhou, a Sogdian merchant who had fled to the war.I thought the army was far away.But now, the army has been killed in the river.

Jia Huan gently sipped his mouth, and the voice said heavyly: “Start the sacrifice!”

He stepped back to the side, where he was presided over by the sacrifice.One by one, the famous people came to the incense.The candle is lit, the paper money is gray, the music is playing, and I am very sad.

At this moment, the guilt in Jia Huan's heart was a slight reduction.If he had not wanted to know the news of Yuhua in Samarkand City, Guo Wei and others would not have died!He waited, and now, sent messengers to Samarkand, much easier.

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War of the.

400 miles out of the Ningyuan country, is the water and land in the river.In late September, the transport hub city was in the aftermath of the war.

Within a few miles, the 50,000 Uzbek army and the 30,000 Sogou-Teh coalitions were locked in this for several months, and finally the victory of the Chingu Khan was defeated.The governor of the Persian Empire River, Kalimi, led only a few thousand people to escape.

In the cold winter night, the campfire outside the city is bonfire.Hundreds of thousands of Uzbeks sang and danced.As a logistics of the old and weak, cattle and sheep arrived from the city after the victory of the Chingu Khan.

Aripov, a Sogou-rich merchant, was at the bonfire of Chingu Khan, and he brought the latest news: the city of thirst was lost.But the Khan of Chingu Khan was determined to convene a bonfire conference to celebrate victory.

A glass of milk wine, Aripov bowed his head and his eyes glittered.He was thinking that the day in Gume City and his longitudinal of the young people of the Silk Road.Who would have thought that a few months later, the young man would drive him like a lost dog?