In early June of the fifth year of Yuanfeng, in the former territory of Kucha, Feng Fengshi accompanied the main force of Han army reinforcements on the way to its Gancheng.

The journey was long and the weather was hot, and the soldiers were tired, but there was no way. Kucha was the only place where they could eat in the North Western Regions.

Feng Fengshi couldn't help but remember what Ren Hong left before leaving.

Although Fu Jiezi asked Ren Hong to forget the Western Regions for the time being and return to Chang'an, Ren Hong was still worried. Before leaving, he had a deep conversation with Fu Jiezi all night and came up with many ideas.

"Quli and Luntai food have been exhausted, and the millet and wheat that were planted were trampled and destroyed by the Huns and had to be replanted. The 3,000 new Han army members, even if they had to be wary of the return of the Huns, could not be stationed in these two places. Fu Gong might as well let the two thousand people go to Kucha to scatter and eat."

The capital was killed by the destruction of the king. This was the heaviest blow that Kucha had suffered in history. The former largest country in the Western Regions was in a slump and could not produce great ambitions.

After the Han army arrived, the Kucha was officially divided into three parts, namely Shaya, Tingcheng, and Baicheng, and handed over to three different families to rule. The selected Kucha nobles were more frightened than joy, and obediently sent envoys to Chang'an and asked the emperor to send seals and ribbons to officially establish a country.

However, along the way, Feng Fengshi also discovered that the most damaged in this war was Kutz. Not only were more than 2,000 young and strong men plundered by Wusun as slaves, but many of the villages and towns along the way were destroyed by Wusun people.

The earth was torn apart by horse hooves, wheat and millet were trampled into the soil, and wild wolves biting rotten corpses are often seen in some places. Although the Wusun people were allies with the Han Dynasty, their barbarity was not as good as the Huns. Kucha was bleeding too heavily this time, and it would be nice to lick the wounds in the future generation.

Feng Fengshi moved his eyes away: "A general is incompetent, and the three armies are still affected. The King of Kucha chose to use the sword against the Han Dynasty first, and then Kucha can only bear this consequence."

But there is an exception, that is, its oasis eighty miles west of Kucha, which was not affected by war at all.

In Ren Hong's plan, it is a very important part: "It is the second largest city in Kucha, which the Wusun people have not violated. There are vast oasis in the area, tens of acres of farmland, two or three thousand stones of millet and wheat. The food after autumn is enough for most of the Han army to eat until next year."

When he arrived near Gancheng, as Ren Hong said, the oasis was rich and had a large population, and was miraculously preserved under the iron hooves of the Wusun people.

Seeing this, Feng Fengshi was inevitably a little discouraged: "Ren is a genius. While using Wusun troops to destroy Kucha, he did not forget to worry about the food after the reinforcements arrived."

"Prepare for the future, take one step and see ten steps. I am in vain to be over ten years old. When will I achieve this level?"

The only thing to worry about is whether the Kucha people in its city will be hostile to the arrival of the Han army.

When Feng Fengshi and his friends arrived at the city of Gan, they found that their worries were completely lost.

He was surprised to find that before he entered the city, he saw that the road was full of people standing on both sides, waving in his hands that he had been working for more than a month to work and sew the robo-sewed linen and dyed with pomegranate skin to warmly welcome the Han army into the house.

The people in the city, led by the elders, went out to welcome him. The man handed over his hands with his hands, the Hu woman carried a pot of slurry and milk wine on her head, and there was even a Kucha dance music, shaking her shoulders and twisting her neck, singing and dancing all the way, extremely enthusiastic, which made the Han soldiers dazzled.

The elder with a high nose and deep nose rituals to Feng Fengshi and asked the interpreter to tell him:

"It can survive under the Wusun people's hooves, and it depends entirely on the Han envoy's rescue. In the future, it will rely on the great Han heavenly soldiers!"

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At the same time, Ren Hong has also returned to Loulan.

Ren Hong was a little unbelievable. He, Princess Yaoguang and others went from Quli to Loulan along the Peacock River. The journey was 600 miles along the way, and it was calm and nothing happened.

Even the wolves that were raging on both sides of the Peacock River this season were not encountered. The Xinjiang tigers that frequently appeared in the reeds in the past seemed to be gone, and no footprints were left behind.

This is a natural difference compared to the many thrilling dangers they encountered in Luntai in Kucha several months ago.

But it cannot be said that it is completely fine. For example, when I was in the city of Binbin, a stallion in the group wanted to force the carrot, but was pulled away by Ren Hong.

"My carrot, even if it is matched, you have to find a Tianma match. Do you also match it?"

Ren Hong was so angry that his whole body was trembling.

When the yellowish walls of Loulan City finally appeared in the distance, Ren Hong felt a lot of emotion and calculated based on his fingers.

"I went north to Zhubin City to meet with Fu Gong in September last year. It's almost June now. Good guy, three more months have passed."

Compared with the Quli and Kucha, which were gathered in the Western Regions, Loulan, which was repeatedly fought for by the Han and the Huns last year, was bathed in the peaceful sunshine. The farmers in Loulan were still in the fields, fighting for the amount of water released every time. The herdsmen on the grass beside the poplar forest drove the flock of sheep, and fishing boats in Lop Nur, and every net that was scattered could catch a lot of silverfish.

This is what is happening in the Western Regions. Every time the Han army advances a little more front, the small city behind the city can be farther away from the war.

"I hope that peace will be achieved in the entire Western Regions soon."

This is Ren Hong's sincere expectation. After all, it is rain and dew that nourishes flowers, not rolling thunder. This should be the biggest difference between the Han Dynasty's rule of the Western Regions and the Huns. They are not destroyers, but builders.

When he heard the mission arrived, Liu Wannian, the prince of Wusun, who had been impatient, ran to the outside of Loulan City to greet him, and finally met his sister again.

"The feat of sister and Ren Jun destroying Kucha has long been spread in Loulan."

After not seeing each other for two months, Liu Wannian's attitude towards Ren Hong was completely different from before, with respect in his bow and gratitude.

After all, Ren Hong changed the situation in the North with his own strength. With the lessons of Kucha, the envoys of Gumo, Shule and Shache came from the east one after another, hoping to enter the Han Dynasty to pay tribute and change to peace.

If more than 10,000 Huns were forced to retreat by 3,000 Han troops, there would probably be more small countries entering the country. In addition to Cheshi, Shanguo, Weixu, etc., which were directly controlled by the Huns, more than 20 countries in the north and south of the Western Regions would be invincible, stop swaying and watching, and obediently turn to the Han Dynasty.

The Lord of Loulan City, Yi Xianghan, who came out to welcome him, also smiled flatteringly: "Now when the name of Renjun is mentioned, everyone in the Western Regions knows it. Renjun's prestige can almost catch up with Mr. Fu."

"I am the young man who is the only one who is supported by Mr. Fu, so how dare I compare with him?"

Ren Hong is humble in his mouth, but in his heart he hopes that in thousands of years, the three words "Ren Daoyuan" will become a symbol like "Bo Wanghou", and later generations will be excited to mention it.

Yi Xianghan strongly invited Ren Hong and others to have a banquet, while Liu Wannian was in Shanshan last month and came to Loulan this month. He talked about the difference between the two places, Ren Hong and Yaoguang tribes.

"In order to collect enough military rations for the Han reinforcements, King Shanshan, who was not as good as his wife, did not sit in the seat again and treated me with ordinary food."

"The Lord of Loulan City is the opposite. Although he also collected a thousand stones of grain to hand it over to the Han army, he still ate delicious food and drank fine wine. The food he received me every day was different, and he also gave me a lot of silk."

However, if Liu Wannian wants to choose the person he respects more, it is King Shanshan.

"There is an indescribable spirit on King Shanshan." Liu Wannian will never forget the look of King Shanshan looking at Dongfang while hungry.

Is the spirit of a spirited man?

Ren Hong still remembered that King Shanshan tried his best to keep him in the mud, and even threw out the bargaining chips from the Prime Minister.

King Shanshan has a paranoid personality and has a heartfelt recognition of Han culture. He can do it to the end if he determines one thing, and even does everything he wants. Of course, speculators like Yi Xianghan cannot compare with him.

At the evening banquet, Yi Xianghan carefully proposed to Ren Hong that he wanted to invite some Confucian scholars from Dunhuang County to Loulan to teach him the Analects of Confucius and the Book of Filial Piety.

Ren Hong understood Yi Xianghan's little abacus very well: "Yi Xianghan is mostly afraid that King Shanshan will perform too well and is favored by the Han court. In the end, he returned Loulan to King Shanshan's jurisdiction. Then he is no different from the king, and he is only one name away from the Lord Loulan City Lord, which would be embarrassing."

"The Master said: There is no difference in teachings. If the Lord Yi City really wants to learn etiquette, he can indeed invite Confucians to come. However, the Western Regions are far away, and ordinary scholars may not be happy to come here."

"I will invite you with a lot of money!"

This sounded like encouragement to Yi Xianghan, and he was immediately overjoyed. He took out some gold that had been prepared long ago and sent it to Ren Hong, and further proposed a plan.

"I hope that after I return to Chang'an, I will be able to report to the emperor on my behalf, saying that Loulan is willing to belong to the Han Dynasty and use Han methods to compare with the princes!"

"Lord Yi is drunk."

Ren Hong became serious and pushed the plate of golden cake away, reminding him: "Loulan is just a city wall, not an outside prince, you are just a city lord, not a king of Loulan. This proposal will never be agreed by the court."

Because of this, Yi Xiang's reputation was not right and even the envoy could not be sent to Chang'an.

In Yi Xianghan's opinion, Wei Tuqi is much harder to deal with than his dead ghost brother Chang'an. Seeing that the hypocritical King Shanshan next door pretended to be a loyal minister of the Han Dynasty became more and more like a lot of Han Dynasty, and his acting was more and more exaggerated. How could he not be anxious?

Seeing that the proposal was rejected by Ren Hong, Yi Xianghan was a little panicked and avoided the seat and said:

"Then what if Loulan is better than Zhangye's vassal state, and becomes the 'Dunhuang vassal state' of the Han Dynasty? As long as the Hu Chang of Guiyi, as long as the Han Dynasty can make my descendants the city lord for generations, I am willing to hand over all the soldiers and horses of Loulan to the officials sent by the Han Dynasty to take charge of it!"

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ps: Chapter 2 is in the afternoon.
Chapter completed!