Daming Greedy Wolf Star

Chapter 259 Efficient Oil Removal
In July, the weather finally became completely warm, and Zhu Zhanhe led his army to walk for a whole month before arriving at the first and nearest destination of his trip.

Kabul.

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

Looking at the state of the Timurid Empire, which dominated Central Asia in the past and even threatened Europe, Zhu Zhanhe felt a little regretful and full of ridicule.

This is caused by ignorance.

A sweet bait often has a sharp hook behind it.

If you see benefits but do not see harm, you will be greedy; if you see food but do not see the hook, you will perish.

"His Royal Highness, these..."

Zhu Sanfeng glanced around. In the wilderness thousands of miles away, countless naked disaster victims were wailing.

Thousands of miles in the red land are not caused by natural disasters, but man-made.

Phytophthora infestans broke out, and potatoes, which had become an important food pillar of the Timurid Empire, were completely wiped out. People had no food to eat, so they could only eat grass, grass roots, and bark...

And even everything that can be eaten, even whether it can be eaten or not.

Hunger made them lose their minds, made them eat anything they could eat without hesitation, and even made them look at the Ming army with a green light in their eyes.

Those are the eyes of a predator, the eyes of a person who is extremely hungry and will not choose what to eat.

At this time, they can no longer be regarded as human beings.

"Give me something to eat, take them away, I will be useful in the future." Zhu Zhanhe gave the order very coldly.

"Yes!" Zhu Sanfeng's eyes suddenly lit up.

Now, and even in the future, Central Asia is a place where yellow and white are mixed. Because of the Borzhijin clan's western expedition, it has become a real mixed place.

Zhu Sanfeng knew Zhu Zhanhe well, she knew what kind of attitude Zhu Zhanhe had when dealing with foreign enemies.

Sometimes, death is a luxury, a relief.

Seeing that the Ming army started to take out food, all the victims' eyes were wide open, and some even took advantage of the Ming army's inattention to rob them violently, but...

The result is predictable.

While the blood was flowing slowly, these victims finally calmed down, because they found that these outsiders did not do some unspeakable things as they imagined, but gave them food.

With the distribution of food, more and more victims gathered. In the early stage of the disaster, even though more than one million people in the Timurid Empire had starved to death, the population was still large.

Looking at the crowd slowly gathering, the corners of Zhu Zhanhe's mouth curled up.

That was not an ordinary smile, but a bloody sneer.

That night.

Kabul has become a dead city.

A city on the edge of an empire here is often the first to suffer when encountering this kind of disaster that spread throughout the Timurid Empire.

The calamity mentioned here is not the earliest disaster outbreak here, but for the ruling class and the bureaucratic class.

As the capital of the Timurid Empire, Samarkand has the largest number of nobles, the most food, and the largest army, so whether it is disaster relief or suppression of rebellion, Samarkand will always be the fastest.

Corresponding to it is the border, and Kabul is the border.

Under this level of famine, the first civil uprisings will always be in this kind of place.

When Zhu Zhanhe came here, the people here had already breached the city of Kabul from the inside, because not only the ordinary people, but even the soldiers couldn't get enough to eat.

If you don't have enough to eat, you will naturally resist.

"His Royal Highness..."

Zhu Zhanhe was sitting in a mess...it looked like the governor's mansion, warming himself by the fire, not knowing what he was thinking.

Zhu Sanfeng's voice and the jerky in her hand brought Zhu Zhanhe back to reality.

"What... are you thinking?"

"Sit." Zhu Zhanhe stretched out his hand, first took the dried meat from Zhu Sanfeng's hand, and then pulled Zhu Sanfeng to sit down.

"You mean those disaster victims?"

"En." Zhu Sanfeng nodded, hesitating a little.

Up to now, she still has no official position, even if everyone knows that she is Zhu Zhanhe's most trusted person, as long as she appears, all the governors and county magistrates will bow their heads, but the facts are the facts.

She shouldn't have asked such a question.

"How are you and Qian Yong?" Zhu Zhanhe didn't answer Zhu Sanfeng's question, but changed the subject.

"Fortunately..." Zhu Sanfeng was obviously stunned for a moment, and then said a little bit shyly and sadly.

In the end, Zhu Sanfeng was beyond Zhu Zhanhe's expectation. Instead of getting together with Jian Xiao, who had been with him the longest, he got together with Qian Yong, who had been with Japan for a little more than a year.

Ever since Zhu Zhanhe was recalled to Xiangzhou Mansion, Zhu Sanfeng had never been to Wa Island again, and Qian Yong became Zhu Zhanhe's only representative in Wa Island, and has been sticking to Wa Island.

It's hard to imagine how such two people persisted.

"Jian Xiao has already married, how about I transfer him to Wa Island and let Qian Yong come back?"

Zhu Zhanhe patted Zhu Sanfeng's shoulder with a smile, with a hint of teasing in his words.

"It's not okay for you two to be like this all the time. You always live apart in two places. After a long time, someone will say that I am unreasonable."

"That's not necessary..." Zhu Sanfeng sighed softly.

"Actually, I have already chosen a concubine for him. I originally planned to let her go to Qian Yong with the supply ship this summer, but the incident happened so suddenly that I couldn't take care of it..."

Zhu Zhanhe was also silent when he heard the words.

Zhu Sanfeng's experience... This is inevitable, it is her, it is Qian Yong, and it is also Zhu Zhanhe's regret.

"Want to take revenge with your own hands?" Zhu Zhanhe took a bite of the jerky and took a sip of his wine.

"Aren't you..." Zhu Sanfeng was agitated at first, but calmed down in an instant.

Zhu Zhanhe had told her before that during this expedition to the Timur Empire, the prisoners of war would not be dealt with lightly, because there was a big project that required a large number of prisoners of war to complete.

A river that is only one tenth of the length of the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal, but its significance is no less than that of the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal, needs these prisoners of war to dig.

"That's only part of it. Some people have to be dealt with."

"Say it!" Zhu Sanfeng suddenly stood up and bowed down.

"I want to get rid of some people, but these people are not randomly selected, nor are they classified according to young and strong, old and weak, women and children, but there is a specific method."

Speaking of this, Zhu Zhanhe put down the jerky in his hand, and thought of an art student who failed the exam but caused the whole world to stir up a storm.

"Circumcision, have you heard of it?"

"Circumcision?" Zhu Sanfeng was taken aback for a moment, and then nodded to Zhu Zhanhe's surprise.

"Know some."

"Know?" Zhu Zhanhe didn't expect it either.

"En." Zhu Sanfeng nodded with a calm expression.

"When I went to the America you mentioned, on the way back, it was here. I heard people here say that it is a kind of ceremony."

"That's easy..." Zhu Zhanhe's mouth curled up.

"Find out all those who have undergone circumcision, and then..."

　Today is Valentine's Day, everyone knows...

　
(End of this chapter)