The Unjust System and My War-Crazy Self

Even in the Soviet era, it was still a famous granary.

With fertile soil, sufficient water for irrigation, and even more abundant sunshine, it would be strange if crops did not grow.

Of course, Shu Yichao is actually more familiar with another name of this place.

Outer northwest.

Take it! Must take it!

And now you can call directly, so what are you waiting for?

"By the way, can I just expand this underground passage?"

"In the future, the north and south of the Tianshan Mountains will be directly connected."

"It can be considered as opening up a trade route."

Shu Yichao's abacus was clacking loudly.

"Maybe we can dig an underground river then—it would be more comfortable."

So Shu Yichao pointed at the map and called over a group of physical troops to prepare to dig here.

Then he took the ghosts that had just been transformed and rushed towards Suiye City along the underground road.

Outer Ili Basin.

It is winter now.

The snow was howling and the wind was howling.

The terrifying blizzard swept across the vast land like the cold god of death.

In such terrible weather, the herdsmen found places to spend the winter early and stayed in their tents as little as possible.

Even some less wealthy families in the city can only find ways to hibernate like animals.

A vast sea of ​​ice a hundred feet high—

But not only

It's just poetry.

The same is true in Suiye City at this moment.

Yehu Prefecture.

The scene here is completely different from the windy, snowy and frosty scene outside.

Inside the steaming stove, firewood and spices were crackling.

In the middle of the hall, a whole roasted lamb was sizzling with oil, emitting the aroma of fat.

Servants shuttled back and forth, pouring wine and serving delicious food to the guests at the banquet.

Amidst the clinking of glasses, the beautiful slave girl began to dance gracefully.

It looked like a festive banquet.

However, the leader of the Goluo tribe, Yehu, did not look very happy.

The old man with gray hair was huddled in his seat, staring at the guests in a daze, and he didn't even notice that there was no wine in the silver wine glass in his hand.

Of course, his current attitude is understandable.

Because a strong man was giving an impassioned speech in front of countless people.

"My warriors!!" The burly man wearing a wolf-skin hat had a bloodthirsty and defiant smile on his face.

"Are you all free?"

"They are all idle!" The tribal leaders who were summoned looked at the strong man eagerly and said in unison.

Winter here is quite boring.

Heavy snow blanketed the grasslands, ice froze the rivers, and both mining and salt production were halted.

The only thing that can be called interesting is probably the exercise on the kang.

And what should the nomads, or those nomads who have strength and weapons in their hands, do now?

answer.

fight.

In other words, go south to plunder.

"In that case!!" the strong man shouted.

"What are you waiting for?"

"It's time for us to head south to herd horses!!"

"Southern Expedition!!"

"March south!" the tribal leaders shouted excitedly.

"Very good!" the strong man continued to shout.

"Warriors of Gorolu!"

"Mount your steeds, and take your spears and scimitars."

"Let us sweep away everything like mad wolves, and make those weaklings wail under our hooves!"

"Let those incompetent guys cry and tremble at our feet!"

"Use our whips to severely whip those sinners!!"

"Teach them that we are all the bravest wolves on the grassland!!"

"Ouch!!"

Whether inside or outside the hall, everyone was roaring enthusiastically.

"Father, you don't look very happy." When all the tribal leaders left, the strong man discovered that Old Yehu's face was not very good.

"Happy." Old Ye Hu hummed.

"How can you make me happy?"

"You've grown wings, kid."

"You're actually going to lead the tribe south without permission—humph."

As the leader of a nomadic people, Old Yehu is now in a particularly awkward situation.

On the one hand, he is too old to be a leader.

People on the grassland only worship the strong.

The declining old Yehu was no longer enough to make others surrender.

On the other hand, he was the Yehu appointed by the Tumu Empire.

Don't look at the monk's face, look at the Buddha's face. Due to the threat of the Tumu Empire, others had to hold their noses and bow down to it.

I thought I would continue to feel awkward like this.

But Old Ye Hu never expected this.

The winter southern expedition assembly order was unexpectedly

The son bypassed him and gave orders directly to the various tribes.

What was even more terrifying was that his son actually responded to the call and actually called these people over—

Now, Old Ye Hu understood.

In essence, I have become a puppet.

But the past few decades of his career as a leader still made him hum.

"Father, I am not doing this on my own." The strong man, or now Xiao Yehu, has started laughing.

"I have received approval for this."

Xiao Yehu proudly took out a letter that was decorated extremely gorgeously.

"It was the Holy Envoy of the Tumo Empire who conveyed the order from the Zamp to me."

"Let me gather the troops and march south to wipe out the Tang bandits."

"The wealth, gold and silver of the Western Regions are at our disposal."

If it weren't for the endorsement of the Holy Envoy, it would have been difficult for him to seize power so easily.

"Huh?" Old Ye Hu was stunned.

"Western Region?"

"its not right."

"This is different from the orders I received."

Old Ye Hu quickly took out an equally gorgeous letter.

"The order I received was that the Zamp ordered me to fortify my defenses and clear the countryside, and not engage in battle with the Tang invaders' undead spirits, right?"

After Shu Yichao awakened the Anxi Ghost Cavalry in Kucha City, they never stopped and the battle lasted from autumn to winter.

Naturally, the news spread.

By now, after several inquiries into the surrounding forces.

Finally, it was confirmed unbelievably——

The thing is true!

The deceased Anxi Ghost Riders returned to their homeland with thousands of troops!

Even the Tumo Empire, which seemed to be in its heyday before, was defeated repeatedly by them.

This has caused countless countries and cities to feel both horrified and frightened.

There is no doubt that the war between the Tang Empire and the Tumo Empire will start again after the halftime break.

And Golulu was a vassal of the Tumu Empire.

Old Yehu was very worried that he would be ordered to send troops.

He didn't think that Gorolu's warriors could be stronger than the warriors of the Tumo Empire.

So he was greatly relieved when he received the letter not allowing him to go to the battle.

But why...

Father and son looked at each other.

Chapter 179 - Ghostly Mist

In contrast.

Old Ye Hu discovered the problem.

"There's something wrong with your letter."

Compared to the letter received by Old Ye Hu, the letter received by Young Ye Hu not only lacked the most crucial seal, but also lacked details.

At least, Old Ye Hu explained in detail the reasons why the troops were not allowed to be dispatched.

The Anxi Ghost will turn the dead into one of them.

Moreover, more than one undead ghost will emerge from one corpse.

If we go to war with them, the enemies will only grow in number.

Therefore, you must not fight it!

"You've been fooled." said Old Ye Hu.

"We can't send troops."

Since the letter in my son's hand has been confirmed to be fake.

Old Ye Hu felt relieved after a moment.