Destiny Only Han

Chapter 1036 Royal Petroleum Company
The Driftless Island (Arabian Peninsula).

Anman Dufu.

In midsummer, the nights are short and the days are long.

It seems that the sun has not set for long, and the white fish belly appears again in the eastern sky.

On the oasis in the desert, an indigenous tribe began their work today.

Although rainfall is scarce here, it is not a restricted area for life. The skills inherited from their ancestors allow these desert tribes to find water sources in the endless, seemingly identical sand dunes, and then divert water for irrigation, open farmland, and raise livestock.

However, judging from the tents built haphazardly by this indigenous tribe, it seemed that they had only moved here from a distance in the past year or two.

Under the shouts of the patriarch, the thinner men and children rode on horseback, preparing to herd their camels and sheep in the desert, while the women worked in the camp. As for the strongest men, Riding on those powerful horses with straight necks, broad foreheads, short backs and waists, they carried scimitars to rob.

Well, the desert peoples, like the grassland peoples, believe in the concept of the weak eating the strong.

Therefore, robbery is a necessary part of their life, just like farming and herding.

Their target is a city to the east of here, near the seaside.

That is the city of the Han people.

It is said that the people there wear soft cotton, which is light, breathable and has no peculiar smell. Therefore, the skin of those people is particularly delicate, especially the women there, who are as white as a newborn lamb!

But what makes this indigenous tribe covet the most is not the women and wealth, but the food.

When they went to the city to buy ironware and sell leather, they found that many Han people there did not eat wheat rice mixed with sand, but rice that was white, soft, and smelled mouth-watering.

Yes, rice.

The old patriarch specifically asked the Han merchant who purchased leather to find out that the food was called rice, which was processed from a crop called rice.

Rice is grown in water!
What a crime!

They live in the desert, and often even drink horse urine and camel urine to quench their thirst. The food eaten by the Han people there is actually grown in water!

god!
Those Han people will definitely be punished!
And they will be the executioners appointed by God!
The desert tribes have no fixed settlements, and the water sources here are becoming increasingly scarce for some unknown reason.

Judging from their past experience, the water here will soon dry up completely.

It's unusual, but weird things happen in the desert.

Therefore, they planned to go to Han Chinese cities to rob them, and then leave with the stolen food and bottles and cans to find other oases in the desert.

Although they don’t know where the next oasis will be for them to settle down...

But that doesn’t matter, life is unrestrained, they can always find a way out, and their gods will also guide them in the direction through camels!
Gradually, the sky is getting brighter and brighter.

The old patriarch estimated that they would arrive at the Han city when the sun had just begun to slide from the highest point in the sky.

At that time, the weather was very hot and people were most sleepy. The soldiers guarding the city usually hid in the shade to rest.

Therefore, if they suddenly launched an attack at that time, the Han people would definitely be unable to react!

But at this moment, a sad and melodious horn sound suddenly sounded in the distance.

Immediately afterwards, there was an earth-shattering rumble.

That was the sound of horse hooves trampling on the ground!

At this moment, even the most ignorant child understood what they had encountered.

Enemy attack!

A large group of people on horseback were galloping towards them!

In just one second, everyone in the indigenous tribe rushed to the nearest horses and camels.

There are people who lose their land, and people and places remain.

Although they have never heard of this sentence, everyone knows this truth.

So, run, don't hesitate!

But it was too late.

After they climbed over a sand dune, they discovered that a group of cavalry was also rushing from the other direction.

There were not many people there, only about 50 to [-] people.

But dozens of people were enough to entangle them, and they were surrounded by the large group of cavalry behind them who only heard their voices but not their people!
Therefore, we can only fight!

Among the crowd, the elderly people stood out more and more.

Just like a flock of sheep encountering ferocious beasts in the wild, when danger comes, sacrificing the old and the weak is the only way to survive the population.

Gradually, the incoming cavalry got closer and closer, and a huge flag fluttered in the wind.

The old patriarch widened his eyes.

Although he couldn't read and didn't know what was painted on the big flag, he knew that the red one was the flag of the Han people!
Ever since that flag appeared, a group of arrogant and unreasonable people suddenly appeared on the land where they had lived for generations, claiming that this was the jurisdiction of the 'Anman Protectorate'.

And they, the natives, only have the right to graze here. Once the Han people in the Anman Protectorate need this land, they must move away quickly and unconditionally, otherwise they will be killed immediately!

And their last oasis with lush water and grass and black rivers flowing around it was snatched away by the Han people!
Could it be that history is about to repeat itself?
The old patriarch's eyes were cracked, and his horse was flying like flying. Behind him were a dozen old brothers who were preparing to sacrifice themselves.They were once the best horse breeders in the desert, and naturally they were also the best knights.

As their horses galloped, they carefully controlled their pace, avoiding places where there might be quicksand, and insidiously changing their direction slightly, so that if the Han cavalry on the opposite side wanted to attack them, they would have to pass through that quicksand area first!

This is their home court!
But they were wrong. The Han cavalry did not rush over to engage them in close combat. They just pulled out a long stick from the saddle.

Bang bang bang!
There was a sound like fried beans.

Blood flowers suddenly appeared on the bodies of the indigenous horsemen who were about to attack the Han cavalry from the flank.

With the horses neighing, they fell off their horses one after another, rolling down the hot sand dunes, staring blankly at the blue sky, twitching due to blood loss, panting, waiting for death to come.

After finishing a round of shooting, the Han cavalry did not stop at all, and plunged into the chaotic group of indigenous tribes, completely disrupting their formation like a hungry tiger attacking a sheep.

In the distance, a huge Han army battle flag was swaying in the wind.

Under the banner of war, Penghou Qin Tong, the chief protector of the Anman Protectorate, reined in his war horse and kept issuing various instructions.

Nearly a thousand Han cavalry from the Anman Protectorate suddenly looked like a large net, surrounding the desert natives who were fleeing in all directions.

After a while, the battle was over.

Except for a few fish that slipped through the net, almost all of this indigenous tribe of more than 200 people were captured or killed. The participating Han cavalry galloped back and forth on the desert to capture the scattered herds.

Qin Tong reunited with the separated cavalry and looked at the leader with a smile: "How about it, can I still eat?"

Well, what he was talking about was Lian Po’s old joke.

The smiling young man nodded: "It is true that the Great Protector's sword is still young!"

Qin Tong stared: "What? Chen Cheng, now you have separated from me after going to Shangxian Hall? You don't even call me uncle?"

"How dare you..." Chen Cheng hurriedly apologized and bowed on horseback to salute: "Uncle, please accept my nephew's bow! To be honest, my nephew has left the Anman Protectorate and gone to Shangxian. Behind the scenes, I miss my uncle all the time..."

"Don't do this!" Qin Tong waved his hand: "I'm not a woman, what do you want me to do?"

Chen Cheng just giggled.

He is the third son of Chen Fuqi, the Marquis of Gaohu. After passing the imperial examination in his early years, he served as an assistant officer in the Anman Protectorate. However, he later resigned and became an overseas official in Shangxian Hall. employee.

Qin Tong looked at the big flag behind Chen Cheng, frowned and asked, "Other people's flags have either beasts or birds of prey on them, but why do you just have a scale on it?"

"Where's your martial arts style?"

Chen Cheng couldn't laugh or cry: "Where is the balance? This is obviously a drilling machine used to extract oil!"

"Oil?" Qin Tong suddenly realized: "By the way, I remembered, you are now the director of Shangxiantang Royal Petroleum Company... No wonder you want to kill these barbarians!"

Chen Cheng nodded: "Yes, this tribe is too close to my oil town, and a businessman came to report recently, saying that these guys were sneaky and snooping around the town."

"Looks like they're targeting us!"

"So, I'll strike first!"

Qin Tong laughed silently, and then looked at the cavalry behind Chen Cheng with some envy: "It's great, the more I look at this musket, the more beautiful it looks! It's Shangxian Hall, and my Anman Protectorate is not allowed to equip muskets and artillery. Shangxian Tang not only has muskets, but also cannons, and there are countless battleships!"

"After all, he was raised by his own mother...you can't compare, you can't compare!"

Chen Cheng looked embarrassed.

The 'mother' mentioned by the guy opposite refers to Liu Ying, and if the foreign ministers' criticism of the emperor reaches Liu Ying's ears, I am afraid that even if Qin Tong has the experience of conquering Qi under Liu Ying's command, he will still have to wear small shoes. Wear it into a three-inch golden lotus!
After all, his emperor is a stingy and vengeful master...

So, Chen Cheng changed the subject: "Uncle, how long will your term as the Protector-General last?"

Qin Tong calculated: "In another year and a half...why do you ask this?"

"That's just right!" Chen Cheng said with a smile: "For my father's sake, uncle, lend me some troops, I can be useful!"

Qin Tong nodded: "It's okay to borrow troops, but the troops you borrow cannot leave the scope of the Anman Protectorate! Otherwise, I can't protect you! After all, deploying troops without permission and leaving the jurisdiction is tantamount to conspiracy!"

"No, absolutely not!" Chen Cheng swore.

Qin Tong asked again: "What are you borrowing troops for?"

ps: I have written too much about the Han Dynasty, and I have feelings for it. The next book will be about the Three Kingdoms. As for Gao Huan, the Shenwu Emperor who is as beautiful as all the kings, I will leave it to the next book!
Moreover, Liu Chan is actually very good at writing.

For example, in romance, there are big and small queens.

For example, there are generous and warm-blooded brothers Liu, Guan, and Zhang, the Prime Minister and Jiang Wei's Northern Expedition...

Moreover, the more I write about Liu Ying, the more I like the character whose parents are still alive and deeply loved by their parents and friends. Therefore, I want to give Mrs. Gan a trick to let her live a few more years.

Of course, if written like this, Liu Chan may only be the protagonist in name. The real protagonists should still be the thief, the village man, Guan Er, Zhang San, International Zhuang Zhao Zilong...

But for fans of the Three Kingdoms, Liu Chan is nothing in front of these people...

After all, there was originally a statue of Liu Chan in the Wuhou Temple, but it was smashed every time it was built, and it was smashed every time it was built. I heard that the person sitting next to Emperor Zhaolie now is Liu Zhan, the one who was praised by Luo Guanzhong as "the awe-inspiring man is still there, who is dead?" 'A staunch man who used his own life to preserve the last trace of dignity of the 400-year-old man.

Therefore, after finishing this book and before starting the next one, I plan to visit Wuhou Temple, Huanhou Temple, and Guanlin, just like I went to Changling when this book started...

Well, historical writing requires some respect.

(End of this chapter)