With Changle's support, Cao Zhang's Great Protectorate in the Western Regions was the attractive Great Protectorate in the Western Regions. After a heavy blow, Zhang He's heart was completely relieved because the canned food in the military camp filled the granary again, and the equipment supplies under his command were sufficient again.

And even though he was beaten to the end, the Protectorate still accused him of acting as an infantry general. After all, this domineering soldier is particularly special. Most of the troops were either recruited by Zhang He from his hometown in Hebei or Guo Huai from his hometown in Bingzhou. It would be difficult for anyone to replace their positions.

On the other hand, Old Zhong Yao became his master again. In addition to diligently calculating grain supply dispatch in logistics, he did not dare to talk about participating in the personnel and political affairs of the Protectorate's Office. Now he has learned the essence. If this Kanto force wants to survive in the Western Regions, it will have to be localized.

For this reason, he was one of his best sons, Zhong Hui.

The biggest loser this time was Zhong Hui, who was humiliated in public and was beaten to the end of his position. Everyone knew that he was a sinner who abandoned his friendly troops and turned around and ran away. He could not survive in the Western Regions.

But I have to admit that this kid is indeed indomitable. Originally, Zhong Yao arranged for him a place where he didn't have to go to the battlefield, and he was a mistress in the Jiaohe City Protectorate. He could eat and wear warmth even when he was cleaned. But this old kid went to Guanzhong to join the army. This time he really started with a big-headed soldier. It's hard to say what development he could have.

Things that cannot kill you will always make you stronger. This time, the disaster for the Western Regions Protectorate also made the cohesion of the Protectorate much stronger again. With the hope of investors, it took less than a year for the conquering army of the Protectorate to continue to advance towards the West again.

This time, the first one who was unlucky was Gumo and Wusun.

Northwest direction, the northern foot of the Tianshan Mountains, and the Wusun Grassland.

The horse's hooves trampled on the green grass, and a black wave was almost as long as the horizon, staring at the northwest with murderous intent.

Wang Shuang is very annoyed now! He went to the back of the chariot master to select some cannon fodder. His strong old subordinates were killed more than 500 times. If they were fighting in the battle formation, they would die without eyes, and they would die if they died. There was no resentment, but they were stabbed in the back and so many deaths in the formation. He really had the intention to stab Zhang Hezhong twice.

However, the torture of Jiaohe City Square indicates that the Protectorate had reached a settlement and could not retaliate against him. He could only spread his anger on the other two 25 boys, and the Wusun King's tent in front of him was one of them.

There is no country in the Western Regions that is larger than Wusun. The pastures of the Yili River in the northern foot of the Tianshan Mountains were almost all occupied by the Wusun, the Great Yuezhi. The tent was nearly 200,000 people. However, this does not mean that the Wusun people became tough when facing the Western Regions Protectorate. During the Western Han Dynasty, the Han Empire once controlled Wusun, but Wang Mang's civil strife and the century-old Qiang Rebellion weakened the Eastern Han Dynasty's control over the Western Regions, which made Wusun rise again.

In a fashionable sentence, seeing Wang Shuang's three thousand iron armored cavalry leading the way, plus the three thousand local cavalry of the Protectorate's Mansion, and the five thousand light cavalry of the Houcheshi Division scattered on the grassland, the Wusun nobles have already recalled the fear of being dominated by the Han Dynasty.

In the king's tent, Deng Ai's classmate, Hou Kun, who was elected as the Han envoy of the Protectorate, was also particularly arrogant and arrogant. He held his head high, and did not look like he had entered someone else's nest and could lose his head at any time, and he snorted proudly.

"The prince is handed over to our Great Wei, and Wusun is fully opened to the Protectorate's Mansion. The city is built on the banks of the Yili River, and nobles settle in the city!"

"The Great Wei Angel! I, Wusun, can accept the hostages, but this settlement? The Wusun people have been chasing water and plants for thousands of years. It is really unacceptable to let us make the deposit!"

The contemporary Wusun Mo Kun Kuangmi is in his early sixties. His name is Kuangmi, but he has no crazy temperament. With his old waist, he bowed in a nearly begging voice.

"Your tribes can continue to be nomadic, but the nobles must make a deposit and accept the custody of the Great Wei. Otherwise, God knows when you, those who are not etiquette and capricious, will betray my Great Wei again!"

"But the messenger, that was the envoy of the noble Wei envoy Zhong Hui..."

"Zhong Hui is a thief. He betrayed the Protectorate and has been demoted to a slave! And this is not the Protectorate's Office discussing with Wusun, but an order! If you don't agree, let's start a war!"

Not to mention, it was really passionate. Listening to the threat of the Han envoy Hou Kun, the left general Bashahetai, a big man in his early forties with strong hair on his face, was furious and pulled out the scimitar and chopped it hard on the wooden table.

"Han envoy, don't threaten the Wusun people with war! Our tribe is born on horseback, fight on horseback, and die on horseback. He has been circulating in the Western Regions for so many years, and has never been afraid!"

"Okay, this is Wusun's answer! This messenger has recorded it!"

Being strong is arrogant. Behind him, he is supported by hundreds of wealthy businesses in Liaodong and tens of thousands of landlords and knights in Guanxi. Hou Kun was afraid of yarn, so he raised his head with his hands behind his back. He was really arrogant.

However, the battle still did not start, because Hou Kun had just returned to Wang Shuang's military camp. Behind him, more than a dozen Wusun nobles were already chasing him up with the bloody orangutan head of the left general Bashahetai, and shouting anxiously while running.

"Don't get angry with the Angel. My king agreed to all the requests of the Great Wei!"

Wusun could not defeat the Western Regions Protectorate. He was driven out of Dunhuang by the Great Yuezhi people. Wusun, who had already experienced the suffering of almost extermination of the clan, did not want to be driven out again. Moreover, he had nowhere to go out. Crossing the Pamir Mountains, the Silicon Frost tribe of the Dayuezhi people who had been old enemy, had already established a Silicon Frost Empire!

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Marx once said that when capital comes to the world, blood and filth flow in every pore from head to toe.

The Wusun people were nomadic peoples, and the captives could not be used directly as farmers, so the Protectorate was still interested in negotiating with them. However, Gumo was a small country in agricultural oasis, and the urban residents were mainly farming farmers. Just as an elephant died because of ivory, the Protectorate had no interest in negotiating with Gumo at all.

Anyway, the frontier Kuchayan Dutch City has already existed, and Gumo has little strategic significance. This time, more than 2,000 Guanxi cavalry, Zhang He and Guo Huai's 6,000 infantry and tens of thousands of Kucha minions arrived, they directly surrounded Gumo City.

It's profitable!

"Gumo betrayed my Great Wei, and his crime is unforgivable! The whole city was demoted to slaves! The land was confiscated by the Protectorate's Palace! The three armies fought hard to capture the city, and all population and wealth were your spoils!"

He had no honest appearance at all. He was covered in shame here, almost planting himself and Changle here. Facing the Gumo City Wall, which was cast by loess and poplar branches in the Western Regions, Deng Ai roared in anger. As he roared, a greedy golden light appeared in the pupils of tens of thousands of besieged troops.

Twenty heavy thousand-pound cannons also pointed at the heads of Gumo people who didn't know that the times had changed and relied on their city walls to avoid panic!
Chapter completed!