I am engaged in construction in Datang

For several days in a row, news of Gaochang's great victory came back one after another.

Countless wealthy families are ready to take action to snatch a batch of captives to work for them.

Honglu Temple.

It's quite quiet here. It's been several days since Kan Lizhi disappeared.

All the envoys staying here felt insecure.

In just less than two years, first it was Tuyuhun, then Gaochang, whose turn will it be next year?

No one could laugh anymore, and some people even began to form secret alliances to discuss ways to resist the Tang Dynasty's cavalry.

"Fujiwara, what do you think?" Zhe Luo frowned, without touching the food and wine in front of him.

"Without strength, everything is just nonsense." Fujiwara shook his head. He was still calm. Their country was separated from the Tang Dynasty by the sea, so it would not be easy even if they wanted to attack.

The Tang Dynasty should not do such a thankless task.

"Zanqin, what do you think?"

"Me?" Zanqin shook his head and laughed, "I just came here, what ideas can I have?"

Some people were trying to win over, some were testing the waters, no one was sincere and it all ended up parting on bad terms.

Zanqin walked towards the bedroom with his brows furrowed more and more. After the demise of Tuyuhun, they immediately received the news.

This was not unexpected. Tuyuhun was just a group of scattered soldiers, so it would be strange if they won.

They thought that the King of Tang would continue to confer titles and fiefs as he had done before, but who knew that there was no movement for half a year. Instead, news came that Tuyuhun had been completely incorporated into the property of the Tang Dynasty.

The upper-level managers and even the basic personnel at the lower level who had contact with the people were all replaced by people from the Tang Dynasty.

However, the original ones are now mining in the country.

It's just weird.

"What should we do? The Tang Dynasty will never conquer Tubo..."

Their land is not suitable for the people of the Central Plains to survive, so it would be useless for the other side to take it down.

……

The sun is shining brightly today.

Duan Lun stood beside the Qu River with a smile on his face. According to the plan, they had to dredge and dig the Tongji Canal first.

Countless people came to watch the fun. It's not that they had never seen a canal being dug, but they had never seen the use of explosives to dig a canal.

I heard that thing is very powerful. The soldiers on the front line used explosives to attack the city, and there were almost no casualties.

Officials from the Ministry of Rites laid out the pigs and sheep for sacrifice, lit incense, and then took out a string of bright red things.

"Little brother, what is this big red string of yours?"

Duan Lun looked at it curiously and couldn't help asking.

"Duke Ji."

The other party bowed and saluted: "This is a new product from the Nvzhuang. It can be used to celebrate sacrifices. It's called firecrackers."

"Don't lie to me, firecrackers don't work like this!"

"We'll know after a while!"

The man placed a long string of red firecrackers on the ground and asked people around to stay away.

"I'm going to light a fire, all the timid kids, cover your ears!"

After saying that, he lit the fuse with a match and ran backwards like mad.

Soon, crackling sounds were heard.

This is different from firecrackers. The sound is not that of firecrackers with short and long intervals at intervals, but rather as dense as beating gongs and drums.

With this sound, the atmosphere of digging the canal immediately emerged.

"Wow, this thing is good!"

When Duan Lun smelled gunpowder in the air, he knew that it must have been made by the gunpowder factory, but it was not powerful enough.

"When my son gets married, I'll also have a few hangings to liven things up."

After the sacrifice, the masters who knew how to use explosive packs started to act with their apprentices. They couldn't always place explosives here, so they had to teach the people in the Ministry of Works.

One hundred explosive packs are really a lot, at least we don't have to worry about it for the next one or two months.

This time, the government officials did not ask the common people to join in the fun, not because they were afraid that something would be leaked, but because they were afraid that someone would be disobedient and come over and then be blown away.

This thing makes a noise and anyone who's not prepared can be frightened to death.

The village only started to ignite the explosives after the people had walked a long way away.

'boom--! ’

The noise was deafening and the people were all terrified. Some children were frightened and cried loudly. They looked in that direction.

"Turtle, are we going to use this thing to bomb Gaochang?"

"How unlucky they are."

"Wooooooa ...

"Hiss—Hippie, I want to see who dares to mess with the Tang Dynasty in the future."

"Mother, mother, wow, I need to find mother..."

……

The capital of Gaochang.

At this time, the city gates were closed and countless soldiers were guarding the high walls.

Mottled bloodstains dyed the soil red, and broken flags were hung on bamboo poles. When the wind blew, sand and gravel carrying countless fishy smells rushed towards us.

"Qu Wentai!"

The soldiers with loud voices rode their horses around the city: "Our general said that those who surrender will not be killed!"

"Surrender and you won't be killed!" Several loud voices following behind him shouted together.

On the city wall.

A Gaochang soldier leaned against the parapet, his face covered in blood.

Looking closely, he saw that half of one of his ears had been knocked off, with only a trace of flesh and blood left on the rest. He wanted to cry but didn't dare to make a sound.

I could only open my mouth and scream silently in pain.

There were several corpses lying scattered around, and in his arms was a disfigured brother.

There were many soldiers hiding like him in the distance.

They dared not show their heads. If they showed even half of their heads, the bullets of the Tang Dynasty soldiers would whiz towards them.

There was a sharpshooter in the enemy army who almost never missed his target. His younger brother died at the hands of the enemy.

"General, let us surrender."

The Tang army did not kill the surrendered prisoners. I heard from the people of Tuyuhun that not only would they not be killed, they would also be fed and would just have to work.

Losing the battle is no big deal, it's better than dying.

"Follow orders." The general had pale hair and a firm gaze.

outside the city.

A new round of shouting began.

"Qu Wentai, you robbed the merchants of our Great Tang traveling to the Western Regions, forced them to buy goods at low prices, and sold them to the Western Regions at high prices. You were wrong in the first place."

"I, the King of Tang, wrote to you, asking you to release the man and pay the money, and I will forgive him, but you turned a deaf ear to it."

"Today, our Tang cavalry came, but you closed the city and refused to welcome them. Instead, you sent troops to provoke us. Do you look down on us?"

The call was repeated several times and gradually spread throughout the capital.

Qu Wentai sat in the main hall, his hands shaking with anger.

He did rob the Tang merchants, but when did you, the King of Tang, write to me?

He just wanted to control the trade between the Tang Dynasty and the Western Regions. He didn't kill many people. Is it that serious?

And closing the door and refusing to welcome you is even more nonsense. You have come to my house and I should open the door to welcome you?

He was so angry that he took off the blue glass bracelet on his wrist and threw it to the ground.

The beads shattered to the ground, and he felt sad again. That was all money!

"Your Majesty..." The close minister beside him spoke cautiously.

"Get out!"

It was this guy who analyzed at the beginning that the Tang Dynasty would not attack within three to five years, and they could make a fortune with those luxury goods.

He actually believed it.

"Yes, yes..." The man wiped the sweat from his forehead and dared not say a word.

"Wait." Qu Wentai stopped the person who was about to leave.

"My king, what else?" The man turned around cautiously with a flattering look on his face.

Qu Wentai looked the other person up and down. He was a typical Central Plains man who claimed that he was not appreciated by the King of Tang, so he came to seek a mentor.

When we first met, he was as bright and beautiful as the moon. He was neither humble nor arrogant, and as gentle as a chrysanthemum.

When he looked at her again, he saw a shifty look in her eyes, which made him feel uneasy.

"Someone, drag him down and chop him up."