The post station where the Shiwei State Mission stayed.

In the spacious tatami hall, two Western Qiang people sat opposite Yelu Anxiang.

Because there are many sunshines in the Western Qiang area, it is generally a bit dark, but the face is thinner.

On the other hand, although Shiwei is also in the north, because the weather is particularly cold, people generally have to be a little fat so that they can resist the cold.

Yelu Anxiang himself is a relatively handsome man, but opposite him is a Xiqiang man who is a few years older than him. He has sharp eyebrows and eyes and is very handsome.

The key is that the Western Qiang man had a faint smile on his lips, and he looked even more handsome and handsome, and he looked like a playboy.

However, Yelu Anxiang had a slight contempt.

Because this Western Qiang man named Qiledu was not a good person at all, but a murderous devil.

As the commander of the strongest imperial guards of the Western Qiang, Qile Duben fought in the north and south since his debut, and fought more than a dozen battles in total, each time he won a great victory.

But after the victory, he killed all the enemy tribes, leaving only women and children to fill the tribes of the Western Qiang.

As a result, Qile was buried in the entire northwest grassland, and now, as long as he sees his big banner, many tribes either fled or knelt down and beg for mercy.

Yelu Anxiang didn't know why the Western Qiang sent such a person to come this time. Was it because he deliberately wanted to cause some trouble?

Yelu Anxiang was looking at Qile, and Qile was also looking at him with interest.

Then Qile buried him and asked, "Little Prince, Liu Mingqi is really so amazing? Is he worthy of the name of Poet Immortal?"

Yelu Anxiang asked back: "General Qile, have you read Liu Mingqi's "The Dream of Taibai in the Suzaku Tower" and "The Wine"?

"Well, I read it all, and it's very well written." Qile shrugged, "But a person like the Poet Immortal should not be in his thirties or forties, with a gentle and elegant aura, just like the Taiwei of the Mozang of my family? How could he be a sixteen-year-old furry child? He is worthy of it?"

Yelu Anxiang has an amazing memory and remembers the complex relationships in every country very clearly.

The Taiwei of Mozang refers to the eldest son of Mozang Haochuan, the first powerful minister of the Western Qiang, the uncle of the country, and the prime minister Mozangmanjing.

He was only 31 years old this year and had become the Grand Marshal of the Western Qiang and was the first person to hold military power.

But this was not based on his father, but on his own strength and strategy, which made all the military personnel of the Western Qiang admire him and were completely willing to use it for him.

Even Wei Quewangma, the largest general of the Western Qiang, respected Mozang Haochuan very much, and said that he must be the best candidate to lead the Western Qiang to achieve great achievements.

And Wei Que Wangma is the master buried by Qiledu.

As the most powerful foreign country, Shi Wei looked down on the Western Qiang, which had just formed a national model.

But Yelu Anxiang remembers clearly that his most admired cousin once said that there is a Mikan River in the Western Qiang, which will be the most troublesome opponent in the future Wei Shi conquered the world.

Even his cousin is so afraid of Mozang Haochuan, so Yelu Anxiang will certainly not underestimate him.

But at this moment, he smiled and shook his head, "General Qile, I dare not say anything else, but in writing poetry, the ten Mozang Taiwei are not opponents of Liu Mingqi. In writing poetry, he is capable of saying to anyone, 'You deserve to be compared with me'. If you don't believe it, ask the Grand Secretary of Edo beside you?"

Sitting next to Qileduo was the deputy minister and grandson of the Western Qiang mission, Yido Luofan, the chief envoy of the Western Qiang mission. He was only in his forties, but his face was full of wrinkles and looked a little old.

Hearing Yelu Anxiang's words, Yido Luofan said lightly: "I have never tried it, so I naturally don't know the depth. I don't think that the Taiwei Mozang is better than Liu Mingqi."

Qile smiled when he heard this, "Okay, since you said so, I won't argue!"

What he meant was that Odoroba was holding on.

But Odo Luo Fan did not respond, but turned to the middle-aged man dressed in a scholar opposite and said, "Shilarious Minister Han, what do you think of Dakang's situation now?"

"Not good." The middle-aged scholar said in a harmonious voice: "Every time I suffered major disasters, even if Dakang is rich, he is still in a difficult position now."

"I think so too, especially when I see them asking the people to eat bran porridge... hahaha!" Qile said mockingly, "Is this the treasure of heaven and the civilization of the Central Plains Kingdom?"

Yelu Anxiang smiled when he heard this: "But they did not starve anyone to death. I dare to ask General Qile, how many casualties were there when the Western Qiang encountered such natural disasters?"

Qile's eyes were slightly condensed, "Little Prince, what do you mean?"

Yelu Anxiang said in a harmonious voice: "General Qile, you should know that it is very painful to experience great disasters and disasters in a country as big as Dakang for seven or eight years. Maybe you will rise up like the previous dynasty.

But over the past seven or eight years, there has been almost no major change in the hearts of Dakang and few deaths in people. What does this mean? Do you really don’t understand?"

"This means that Dakang used all means. Even if he was a little poor, he also ensured the stability of the overall world. Dakang's people's hearts are still very stable." Odor Rofan next to him replied faintly.

"right."

Yelu Anxiang said, "The principles from ancient times to the present have made us understand that the world in the Central Plains is not in chaos, and our foreign tribes have no chance to enter the Central Plains.

Even if they have the upper hand for a while, they will soon be defeated by their endless manpower and resources, escape back to the grassland, and slowly accumulate strength.

So even though the environment in Dakang is very bad now, the Ministry of Revenue and the internal warehouse are almost half empty, I don’t think this is our opportunity.”

Qile frowned, and the smile on the corner of his mouth almost restrained, "When do you think the opportunity is the best?"

Yelu Anxiang said: "When their own people rise up, that is the opportunity to divide the great prosperity."

"Is it possible?"

"It was almost impossible during the reign of Emperor Jinghe."

The two of them asked and answered each other, but they understood the same in their hearts.

Emperor Jinghe has been in power for thirty years. Even in the most remote areas, I have heard of it and enjoyed the gift of this benevolent monarch.

It is not realistic to make his rebellion.

As long as the country is not in chaos in Dakang, with the total number of Shiwei and Xiqiang people less than 12 million, how can we defeat the Dakang Kingdom with a vast territory and a population of up to 150 million?

Qile Dubu suddenly smiled, "Little Prince, what do you think is the purpose of our coming here? Since it is a waste of work, why come here?"

"No, no, the so-called "knowing yourself and your enemy" will lead to victory in a hundred battles." Yelu Anxiang said: "I keep spying on their intelligence and collecting their information one day, and it will be useful one day."

"Oh? Can my generation see it?"

"Not necessarily, but one day there will be a chance. It is natural for seniors to make more sacrifices for our descendants."

Looking at the two juniors talking and talking, the two present were slightly slight.

It is precisely because of such an enterprising next generation that our ethnic group is more prosperous and one day we will have hope of entering the Central Plains and becoming the master of this world!

...

It was not until the two small arguments were finished that the two men began to discuss.

Odoro Fan asked, "Shilarious Minister Han, how do you get the information?"

"not good."

The middle-aged scholar said the same thing for the second time, "Look at the heavy snow disaster a few days ago. If Dakang Kingdom continues like this, I'm afraid it won't be able to hold on in a few years."

The middle-aged scholar was named Han Legu, and he was the left minister of the Ministry of Rites in Wei.

Odorofan nodded and said, "The same is true for our information. The snow disaster is very serious when we come all the way from the northwest. Unfortunately, it has stopped in the past two days. What a pity! Otherwise, this would be another existence that hurts their muscles and bones."

Han Legu said regretfully: "It's a pity that we don't have a powerful navy. Otherwise, a fleet landed in Jiangnan and directly destroyed their Jiangnan. Then within two or three years, the Great Kang Dynasty will be in chaos!"

Qile was buried at this time and said something again, "Whenever I, the Western Qiang, are in the northeast, I will do whatever it takes to build a fleet.

This will not only attack Jiangnan, but also our coastal ports along Guangdong and Fujian will be occupied by us. The grain production areas and important maritime trade centers are occupied, and Dakang has only one dead end!"

Yelu Anxiang smiled, "We think the same as you, but the northerners are not good at naval forces at all. Over the past century, we have formed fleets several times, but they have been beaten to pieces.

Moreover, it takes too much money and food to form a fleet, and even our Wei Kingdom cannot afford it, and you Xiqiang have no hope at all."

Compared to an army that can be formed as long as someone has a horse, the cost of a fleet is too great.

Not only are craftsmen familiar with shipbuilding need to train thousands of people, but also the cutting, maturation, softening of wood, making keels, and constantly applying tung oil... etc. These will make the grassland tribes feel so troubled that they want to hit the wall.

Then the frozen weather in the north is even more of a nightmare for the fleet. In one winter, the ship might be frozen, hundreds of thousands or millions of taels of silver were wasted. Do you think it makes people feel distressed?

It was equivalent to spending millions of taels of silver. I didn’t even have a splash at all, and it was gone, it was gone...

Even the Central Plains cannot afford such losses, let alone the tribes on the grassland.

Of course, I understand this truth.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have said "do anything to do."

Of course, Yelu Anxiang still understands the truth that Qile buried in it.

What does Dakang Dynasty rely on to maintain the normal operation of the entire country?

The first is Jiangnan, and the second is the port on the southeast coast.

Jiangnan provides one-third of the food supply and one-quarter of the tax.

Most of the food for disaster relief every year comes from them.

The trade exchanges in the southeast coastal ports have enabled Dakang to sell a large number of various tea, porcelain, silk, tung oil and other commodities overseas, gaining countless wealth and increasing their taxes.

So as long as these two places are still operating normally, even if the north of Dakang is defeated, they can rely on the continuous support from the rear and persevere.

As long as they can last for a year or two, the grassland tribe will collapse.

Many times, grassland tribes are dragged down, not defeated.

This is the unspeakable sorrow of the grassland tribe.

In the midst of silence, Han Legu said: "Anyway, we have to stay for a while, so let them continue to summarize the collected information. Although Dakang is powerful, the thousand-mile dike is destroyed by the ant hole. As long as we keep looking for opportunities, we will succeed one day."

Odoro Fanshou said: "This is also the reason why our Western Qiang formed an alliance with you. Don't worry, our intelligence will definitely be shared with you. Dakang is too big and can accommodate the coexistence of our two tribes!"

Han Legu said happily: "I think so too!"

They were talking about you, me, everyone was having a good time, but the two juniors next to them looked at each other.

Both of them had smiles on the corners of their mouths.

Peaceful coexistence?

Is this the rule of survival for grassland people?
Chapter completed!