Defend the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 34: The sky is falling and I'm going to die!

Chapter 34: The sky is falling and I'm going to die!

Although the Yele tribe has a small population, it has a large area.

When the Tang Dynasty established the Yele Metropolitan Governor's Mansion, in view of its large area, four prefectures were set up: Yandu, Daman, and Yaojian.If we only talk about the region, Yele Metropolitan Governor's Mansion is still worthy of the name.

Yandu is the southernmost state of Yele, and further south is the snow-covered plateau.

If Yele is the portal to resist Tubo, then Yandu is the portal of Yele.

After an afternoon of running around, Han Shimei and Yelezhen sent General An Fuyan of the Right Jinwu Guard to the border of Yandu.

The scouts said that there was a village eight or nine miles to the southeast, but it was full of low mud houses, and it was not comfortable to live there. General An decided to camp by the stream and sleep in tents at night.

Spending the night outside is common for the personal guards of General An and the night watchmen of Yele City, and there is no need to deliberately explain such things as setting up camp.

Several piles of bonfires were quickly lit, some were busy cooking, some were busy setting up tents, some were busy feeding horses, some were guarding around...

Han Shimei and General An sat by the campfire, one ate freshly baked naan cakes with tea, and the other ate scorched mutton with a knife, with oil on his mouth and hands.

"It's full of mountains over there. It turned out to be Yinai Kingdom, one of the 36 countries in the Western Regions. According to historical records, Yinai Kingdom had 120 households, 670 people, and 350 victorious soldiers in its heyday."

"With less than a thousand people, can it be called a country?"

An Fuyan raised his head subconsciously, looking in the direction of Han Shimei's finger.

It's just that it's too dark to see anything clearly, so I just buried my head and continued to drink and eat meat.

Han Shimei took a sip of tea and said with a smile: "At the peak of Yele Kingdom, there were only more than [-] people and [-] soldiers. It was not until it was subordinated to the Tang Dynasty that the population flourished. Now there are more than [-] people, which has doubled. More than doubled."

More than [-] people, is that a lot?

An Fuyan didn't know how to evaluate, raised his knife and pointed behind him: "Where is it?"

"The plain over there is what used to be Zhenzhong, but according to my research, it should be Zhenzhong City, with a sparse population, and the name of the country is really not worthy of the name."

Knowing that he had stayed in the Western Regions for many years, An Fuyan was not only full of economics, but also very familiar with the Western Regions. He could be said to be erudite, and pointed behind him: "I am behind me."

"After the great general, it was Zihe Kingdom, which was annexed by Yele just like the former Yinai and Zhenzhong. At that time, Yele Kingdom was at its strongest. But the good times didn't last long. First, it was captured by the Huns. Later, it was occupied by the Turks. Then the general found out that it became a battlefield between Tang and Tubo. In the past hundred years, you came and went, and changed hands four times."

Han Shimei put down the tea bowl, looked at the snow-capped mountains that were faintly visible in the distance, and was worried.

An Fuyan knew that he must be thinking about how long he could defend this time. As the general guarding Yele, he should also be worried.But with a total of more than [-] soldiers in hand, and it is almost impossible to have reinforcements, worrying is useless.

He didn't want to be in a good mood because of this, so he simply handed the knife to Han Shimei: "Try it, it tastes good."

"Thank you, General, I'm used to eating something light."

"It's said that when you come to the country, you do as the Romans do. You've been in the Western Regions for so many years, but your taste hasn't changed. I really don't know how you came here during those seven years in Xiaobolu.

"It's not that I don't eat at all, I just eat less."

Han Shimei declined his kindness, and looked up at the Sogdian bodyguards and night watchmen who were eating their own food in the distance.

Seeing that he was engrossed, An Fuyan asked with a half-smile: "Brother Han, if my personal guards are freed to fight against the night watchmen, which side do you think will win?"

Han Shimei said without hesitation: "Of course they are the night watchmen. They are all experienced in many battles. Even if they encounter Tubo, they can beat five with one. It is impossible for the general to not see this after so many years of galloping on the battlefield."

This is not a joke, nor is it a battle of emotions, but that those personal guards are indeed no match for the Night Watchman.

One is that most of those personal guards were caravan guards before joining the army. Although they have practiced martial arts since childhood, they still cannot be compared with night watchmen who lick blood on their blades.

Second, the guards hadn't fought for a long time, and the night watchmen hunted and killed horse thieves almost every day in the vast sea.

"It's true that my personal guards can't win. When they meet Tubo, they will at most be one against three."

An Fuyan picked up the wine bag, thought about it and sighed: "It's a pity that there are too few night watchmen. Yichang Chen has worked hard for many years, but he has only trained so few troops."

Han Shimei brushed off the cake crumbs on his body, and sighed: "It's hard for a smart woman to survive without rice. It's not easy for him to train dozens of usable soldiers relying on the city lord's mansion. If the border generals can be like him, Ye Le Why is this, Anxi and why is this!"

"Unfortunately, there is only one postmaster Chen."

An Fuyan nodded, and then changed the topic: "Brother Han, he doesn't want to go back to Guishu, and plans to die in Yele. You are different from him, don't you want to go back to Guishu?"

Han Shimei took a deep breath and asked meaningfully: "General, what do you think is the difference between my staying in Yele and going to Guishu?"

An Fuyan was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized: "That's right, it doesn't matter whether you stay in Yele or go back to Guishu, it really doesn't make any difference to you."

"So let it be."

"Suiyuan, when it comes to resignation, I think of marriage. Brother Han, your Saburo is fifteen this year, and my second daughter is fourteen this year. How about we get married."

"The dog is stubborn, not worthy of the general's daughter."

"Li Chengye is willing to betroth his daughter to San Lang, but you politely refuse. I want to betroth my second daughter to San Lang, but you are unwilling. Brother Han, you are too cautious as an official."

"Don't get me wrong, General, I really didn't think about that. Besides, I, Han Shimei, am just a little Jiedu Tuiguan, so I don't care so much about the marriage of my children."

An Fuyan stared at him and asked, "Is it because I'm from Sogdian and my daughter is a Hu girl? Is it because Li Chengye's daughter was born to Hu Ji?"

Han Shimei hurriedly said: "That's not the case, General. Although you and I have only worked together for five years, we have known each other for almost 17 years. The General knows exactly what kind of person I am, Han Shimei."

An Fuyan asked: "Then why?"

"His marriage is a matter of his own decision."

"Marriage matters, parents' order, matchmaker's words, there is no reason for him to decide by himself. Brother Han, you are not kidding me."

"I'm really not joking. The general may not believe it. I really don't care about Saburo's marriage, or even other things."

"Why don't you care, he is your son!"

"Of course he is my son, but I promised his mother to let him live the life he likes, marry the woman he likes, and don't want to be rich and powerful, but only to be happy and safe, so I named him Ping'an. "

If you tell this to others, they will not believe it.

But An Fuyan was not someone else. He had met Han Ping'an's mother back then, and after hearing what Han Shimei said, he couldn't help sighing: "Sanlang and his mother are really similar, as the saying goes, like a mother, like a son."

"In the blink of an eye, his mother has been gone for eight years..."

"Brother Han, I know that your husband and wife are deeply in love, but everyone has already left, and this day has to go on."

"Thank you, General, for your relief."

Han Shimei took a deep breath, and immediately arched his hands: "General, Saburo's temperament is just like his mother's. I always say that it's because of too many official duties and neglect of discipline, but in fact, I can't bear it and don't want to. I always feel that I can see it in him. His mother's shadow.

As a result, because he didn't care about it, he became more and more out of tune and more and more stubborn.If you do something extraordinary in the future, please ask the general to take care of you. "

"Saburo doesn't want to be my son-in-law, but he is still my nephew who I grew up with. Besides, he is just a little lazy, so it can't be said that he is naughty."

Seeing Han Shimei's serious and sincere expression, An Fuyan waved his hand again after thinking about it: "Even if he is stubborn, it doesn't matter if he smashes the sky down. As long as he is in Yele, I will support him!"

(End of this chapter)

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