Nine Hundred and Eighty-Fourth: War in Northern Xinjiang (21)

Feng Zhen asked quickly, "What if Zixiao oversteps?"

Qi Guan Rang glanced at Feng Zhen, there seemed to be an invisible undercurrent surging in his eyes.

"If he dares to overstep, even the lord may not be able to protect him."

The lord is the lord, and the subject is the subject.

If the subject forgets his duty, relying on the intimate relationship between the two, he becomes domineering and does unruly things—such as stepping over his feet and reversing the status of the monarch and his ministers—even if the lord is willing to favor him, the people under him will not be able to sit idly by.

Qi Guanrang lowered his voice, it was obviously a normal tone, but it made people feel an unreasonable chill.

"Ah, don't be so serious about the certificate, it's just a casual question." Feng Zhen laughed and laughed, "Zi Xiao will have a sense of proportion."

Qi Guan gave way, "I hope so."

He has been on the sidelines all these years, and his proposition must be serious.

According to the other party's temperament, the more she is not allowed to do things, the more she likes to wring her temper. It is useless to fight against her.

Conversely, if there is something wrong with the lord and Wei Ci, there is no need to worry about the young lord in the future.

In the battle of Xishui, Beijiang lost quite ugly.

The personal conquest by Dai Wang Yujia did not have the expected effect, but instead took a group of defeated soldiers to the Mainu tribe.

Although they were remnants and defeated generals, after many rests, there were still 60,000 remaining troops, and the Mainu tribe could not resist at all.

The third prince looked at Dai Wang forbearance, and seeing the arrogant and forceful expression on his face, he couldn't help but want to mock him.

Isn't Lao Jiu quite capable?

Fighting down a group of brothers to become the acting king, but in the end they lost so much that they almost couldn't even keep their crotch?

However, speaking these words out for a while, the result is very likely to bring death to the Mainu tribe, so he forcibly held back.

The Northern Xinjiang army fled in a hurry, without taking away any military supplies, and now 60,000 mouths are counting on the Mainu tribe to feed them.

When the third prince heard that the acting king confidently asked him to take out food and wine, he almost jumped out of anger.

"This old nine—"

The third prince suppressed his anger, and angrily vented his anger on the interior decoration.

"Your Highness, someone has sent an invitation."

"Who gave it to you?" The third prince pulled over casually, opened the invitation, and looked at the signing place, "Teacher Wuliba?"

What is the other party looking for?

The third prince was suspicious, but he didn't dare to neglect, and after a short rest, he secretly met with Wu Liba.

Seeing Wu Liba for the first time, the third prince almost couldn't believe his eyes.

This, this is his teacher?

In the memory of the third prince, his teacher Wu Liba was in the middle age. Although he was a man from northern Xinjiang, he always had an indescribable air of book.

No matter when, the other party always looks calm and composed, as if everything is under control.

The former third prince was attracted by the other party's temperament, and he was willing to worship the other party as a teacher and learn the culture of the Han family in the Central Plains.

Looking at it now, he was almost unrecognizable.

Because of being injured and repeatedly getting angry, Wu Liba's complexion was very bad.

His brows were deeply furrowed, his temples were gray, and there were wrinkles on his face that revealed his true age. He looked embarrassed and relaxed.

No matter what, the third prince respectfully called the teacher, and his voice also pulled Wu Liba out of his memory.

"Get up——" Wu Liba glanced at the third prince. Contrary to himself, this apprentice stayed in the mother tribe's tribe very well, "I came to you today because I actually wanted to discuss something with you—— Let me ask your opinion on this matter.”

The third prince was suspicious, but he said, "Although the teacher said, if it is useful to go to the place of the apprentice, he will definitely not refuse."

"Do you want to be king?" Wu Liba asked bluntly.

The third prince's heart trembled violently, almost biting his own tongue.

What did your teacher say?

Ask him if he wants to be the king?

Yes I do! Dream about it!

If he can replace Lao Jiu as acting king, who has the right to go to the Mainu tribe to show off his prestige?

However, he was not sure why Ulibal asked such a question,

You must know that Wu Liba hated the princes fighting among themselves very much.

Why do you suddenly ask him now if he wants to fight for the position of acting king?

The third prince was not sure what Wu Liba was thinking, so he planned to try it out.

How could his thoughts escape Wu Liba's eyes, Wu Liba asked in a rough voice, "I just want to ask if you want to!"

The third prince smiled wryly, "It's not that the teacher doesn't understand the students, but how can he not know the students' thoughts? Who wouldn't want to take the position of acting king."

Wu Liba let out a long sigh, "I knew His Highness Ninth Highness had this kind of virtue, so I might as well have helped you ascend the throne."

The third prince asked, "Teacher, what happened?"

With a tired face, Wu Liba talked about the experience of last night's night attack and the daytime water battle, he said, "It is my teacher's fault that he took his guard lightly and caused more than ten thousand elites to be destroyed. If you are ignorant and specialized, sooner or later you will lose the whole northern Xinjiang—"

Hearing this, the third prince couldn't help being frightened.

Seeing the king of Dai and the remnants of the defeated generals, he guessed that Beijiang lost the battle miserably, but he didn't expect to lose like this.

In this way, Liu Xi is not easy to deal with at all, but a powerful army of tigers and wolves.

"What does the teacher mean now... Could it be that he tried to find a way to abolish the Dai Wang?"

Wu Liba sighed, and he said, "The morale of the army is unavoidable. Even if you want to abolish the Daiwang, you can't do it blatantly. You must choose a plausible excuse. As a teacher, you still have some connections in the army. Let's work hard , it will definitely work—”

The army in northern Xinjiang just experienced a big defeat, and their morale fell to the bottom and they couldn't climb up.

If news of the sudden death of the Dai Wang broke out again, the army would inevitably be panicked.

According to Wu Liba's plan, he wanted the acting king to have a "stroke" and be unable to manage political affairs, and then push the third prince over.

The third prince held back his beating heart and said excitedly, "Everything is up to the teacher's arrangement."

After the first battle of Weishui, Jiang Pengji's army not only did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, but instead chose a high ground to set up camp.

This action made Wu Liba feel relieved, but at the same time gave rise to other worries. He always felt that Jiang Pengji was messing around secretly.

The facts proved that Jiang Pengji was really up to something.

Wei Ci could only sigh at this——

His Majesty and Beijiang really have a sworn hatred.

In the previous life, when His Majesty attacked the northern border, it really beat people to death.

At that time, Northern Xinjiang was prosperous and strong, with a population approaching the two million mark at one point. The two sides fought hard for a year and a half, and Northern Xinjiang was beaten to less than 500,000 people.

With such a ferocious record, many people call him a "butcher" behind his back.

When the Jiang Dynasty was unified, His Majesty specifically ordered the relocation of qualified aliens from northern Xinjiang to various parts of the Central Plains, and then moved the poor people from the Central Plains to northern Xinjiang to graze and plant trees. Each household would be given a certain amount of government subsidies.

Compared with the dense population of the Central Plains, these alien races in northern Xinjiang were completely diluted and assimilated in a short time.

Wei Ci didn't die, but judging from Jiang Chao's situation at that time, there is no need to worry about foreign powers threatening the Central Plains within two hundred years.

[The hard bones of Beijiang will be completely destroyed, and they will be good. 】

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