Mythical Version of the Three Kingdoms

After Masinde left, Fuward sat alone in the palace of the Zhangzhung Dynasty, quietly thinking about how to return to Kushan. Yes, he had made up his mind. No matter how difficult it was, he would choose to go back, even if it cost him his life.

After all, his mission to Tibet at the beginning had come to an end today, and it was meaningless to continue. Masinde's choice was completely reasonable in Fuward's opinion. At least as a rational person, Fuward could not hold Masinde accountable.

"After all, it was Kushan that failed you. Now it is natural for you to choose to leave Kushan. In fact, when I received your choice in Qunu City, I was still very shocked for you. Now, I understand it. I think you had made a choice at that time." Fuward raised his hand and looked at his palm lines, just like looking at the former Masinde.

He could understand Masinde and realize the correctness of Masinde's choice, but Fuward was not Masinde. Fuward had his own choice.

"Military Advisor, do you think Fuward can go back?" Assam asked with some curiosity when he followed Masinde away. He not only understood and agreed with Masinde's choice, but even surpassed it to some extent.

In other words, if Masinde hadn't stopped him, Assam would have used Fuward's head as a stepping stone for advancement. There was nothing else to say. Just thinking about how he was suppressed for some trivial things in his youngest and best years, and finally he had the Heart Abyss and the ability, and the Kushan Empire found him again in the midst of the storm, Assam was very unhappy.

Therefore, when there was a chance to make trouble for the Kushan Empire and disgust the Kushan Empire, Assam was still willing to do it, but with Masinde holding him back, Assam had no way to realize his ideas.

"Yes, Fuward can definitely go back. As long as you don't make a move, he will find the way back soon. The only difficulty is how many people he can take back with him." Masinde said calmly. Masinde was actually very clear about Assam's malice. After all, he was the one who educated him, and he knew what kind of mentality he had.

"He can still go back!" Assam said a little unhappy.

"You can't beat Fuward, at least not now." Masinde glanced at Assam, "Maybe you could beat him before, but the mind image is very dependent on the legion commander's belief, and Fuward's belief is probably that he will not regret his death. This belief will greatly enhance his mind image. Considering the accumulation and improvement in strength in the past few years, it is very difficult for you to defeat him. After all, it is not the time a few years ago."

In fact, Masinde did not say a very important point, that is, in the current situation, the Kushan soldiers who are still willing to follow Fuward, and then follow Fuward back to Kushan from Tibet, even if they are surrounded and intercepted, flee back to Kushan, as long as there are still hundreds or thousands of people left, then the new camel cavalry formed by these people will quickly surpass the past.

This is a qualitative change at the level of mind and will, a manifestation of the unity of officers and soldiers, and the result of truly experiencing the test of death and despair.

"Unfortunately, Fuward is still a little weak. If he can be stronger, the military soul will most likely be able to set foot." Masinde sighed lightly, then shook his head and left. This was his last help to Fuward. It was not to help Kushan, but to give the warrior who loved Kushan as much as he once did. The last gift, even if it was death, this funeral would give him enough dignity.

"Military Advisor, can you see how to achieve the military soul?" Assam asked naturally. When there is an advantage, you must rush up to take advantage. After all, you have called the military advisor so many times, and it is useless. We are all Sai people. Uncle, help your dear nephew.

"It just slightly increases some hope." Masinde shook his head and said, "After all, I witnessed the end of Arvind and Celian, and also witnessed the rise and fall of their elites. With reference to my spiritual talent, I have the ability to observe the growth and positioning of personnel. It is still hopeful to form a corps that theoretically has a higher possibility of becoming a military soul and fight a war that may achieve a military soul, although the hope is extremely slim."

Masinde's wisdom and vision allow him to understand and recognize many things, so Masinde knows very well that his methods can indeed increase some hope, but the military soul is not something that can be achieved by increasing hope. The real military soul basically becomes the hope of others in despair, so Masinde thinks that his so-called possibility is extremely slim.

"Is that so? Then help me later, military advisor." Assam said shamelessly. Compared with Urdu and Salman, Assam was more shameless. This was also the reason why he was brought to Tibet by Masinde. It was not because he was strong or suitable, but because Assam firmly held Masinde's thigh.

"Let's talk about it when we have time. After joining the Han Dynasty, what do you think your position is?" Masinde asked Assam tentatively. He was worried that Assam would feel disappointed after joining the Han Dynasty. After all, no matter how generous the Han Dynasty was, it was impossible to arrange Assam, who was just in his prime, had enough strength, and had a mental image, to be the legion commander at will.

Therefore, even if Assam does not conduct an open review, there will probably be many secret tests. Since Assam has chosen to follow him, Mahinde must arrange a way out for him.

For so many years, the benefit of following Mahinde is that Mahinde will choose to take responsibility no matter when. Except for Arvind, this is indeed Mahinde's problem, but Mahinde also accompanied Arvind to the end of his life.

For the rest, whether it is the navy, the army, or the Kushan Empire, Vasudeva I, or even the current Fuward, Mahinde has done his best to help these people arrange a way out, and then cut off the shackles on himself.

This is why Fuward does not hate Mahinde very much, because Fuward knows very well that if he had encountered all of this in Mahinde's shoes, he would have exploded with the Kushan Empire long ago-I have this strength, I must test the princes of the world with my sword, I am the son of destiny!

As a result, Masinde accepted exile and the final result. Even though he did have some other ideas after returning, he still made his own contribution to the continuation of Kushan's strategy. In this case, Fuward could not say anything bad to Masinde.

Even if Masinde wanted to surrender to the Han Dynasty and bring most of his Kushan elites to surrender to the Han Dynasty, Fuward could not accuse Masinde and insult him for not having patriotism and being disloyal to Kushan?

These accusations are meaningless. Masinde is a Saka. He loved Kushan but was kicked away by Kushan. He was loyal to Dayuezhi but was exiled by Dayuezhi. In this case, what can Masinde do? He can only make a choice that conforms to his own behavior logic-follow the long-cherished wish of the Kushan Empire and Dayuezhi, and I followed the Han princess to do it.

So this is a truly respectable person, a respectable person who will really help his fellow travelers to plan, even if he knows that these fellow travelers will drift away from him at some point and will completely part ways with him, but before that moment comes, Masinde will still help the other party, stand in the other party's position and make the best and most correct choice for the other party.

"I..." Assam was silent for a long time. From Masinde's exile, he and others were pressed into remote mountainous areas as local guards, training day after day, to having a mind image, being promoted to the commander of a certain front army, still staying in the mountains to train, and then to the situation in northern Guizhou out of control, they were re-employed, until they met Masinde again and followed Masinde to the Tibetan area.

To be honest, Assam had never thought about what the future would be like. He just hated Kushan. He had the mind image only because he had no other entertainment in the poor mountainous area. He could only train himself day after day, drill soldiers, and keep moving forward with the information left by Masinde to avoid himself from falling into confusion. However, he achieved the mind image and became the commander of the front army, and there was no change.

When Assam followed Urdu, Salman and others out of the mountainous area, he knew that among the more than 30 brothers, only the three of them had achieved the mind image. The others had long given up training in the difficult situation in the mountainous area. Only the three of them followed Masinde's information and walked step by step to the current level of being considered strong in the three empires.

"Don't know?" Masinde looked at Assam and knew that he had never thought about these things.

"Please give me a clear way." Assam gave up thinking. It's not that he didn't have a brain, but with Masinde by his side, he really didn't need a brain.

"What do you want to do?" Masinde looked at Assam and asked.

"There's nothing I want to do." Assam said bitterly.

"Then follow me first. I should have a few decades of life left. I should be able to help you find something you want to do before I die." Masinde was silent for a while, and said with a smile that since Assam chose to follow him, he would not let him down.

On the other side, Zhang Ji and Chen Zhen had received the intelligence sent from Chang'an and were discussing how to deal with the matter, and Yang Pu and others also rushed back at about this time.

"Zhang, the governor, come and have a drink. We just came back from Hanzhong and brought you some gifts." Yang Pu greeted Zhang Ji with a jar of wine.

After all, large-scale military operations cannot bypass Zhang Ji anyway, not to mention that with Zhang Ji there, no matter whether they win or lose, the other party can help them get more things, so this kind of thing will naturally not bypass Zhang Ji.

"Okay, thank you for your help." Zhang Ji was not polite when he heard it. If it was something precious, he would not accept it, but he would not be polite to Hanzhong's rice wine. After all, this thing tastes good and is not expensive. The only trouble is that the Tibetan area is too high and it is difficult to transport, which makes it difficult to drink sometimes. As for the homemade rice wine, to be honest, the gap between it and the official stuff is actually quite large.

"Just when you came back, I have something to discuss with you. Fu Ward has made a big move again. We have to think of a way to suppress the other party and make him less active." Zhang Ji put the wine away and then explained to Yang Pu.

"Ah, what did Fu Ward do again? We have been out for such a short time, and something happened again?" Yang Pu was calm on his face, and he was happy in his heart. It's not sleepy. I was still thinking about how to mobilize people to deal with Fu Ward. I didn't expect Fu Ward to make trouble first. This time I have to hit him hard.

"This matter is very troublesome. Fu Ward sent people to assassinate Doctor Liu who was in Xinzhou. Although Madam Liu was fine, it caused a considerable impact on the Han Dynasty." Zhang Ji succinctly recounted what happened in Xinzhou.

"Ah, Sima Lang is still alive?" Yang Pu didn't know who Doctor Liu was, but when he heard that Sima Lang was assassinated and still alive, he couldn't help asking.

"Please calm down. Don't say that. Sima Lang is the governor after all. If you want to assassinate him on a whim, it won't be easy if the censors hear it." Zhang Ji warned him angrily after hearing that the Qiang people wanted to assassinate Sima Lang. He had heard that the Qiang people wanted to assassinate Sima Lang when he came here. Fortunately, he was persuaded by him. However, the roads in the Tibetan area are really difficult to repair, so we can only do it slowly.

"I am a direct person and I say what I want to say." Yang Pu sneered and said. Other things are fine, but he will never be polite when it comes to Sima Lang. If he has a chance to find Sima Lang, it is definitely not a problem to shoot two arrows. As for the death of the governor, damn, killing Sima Lang can at least make him a righteous man. Even if he dies, the Qiang people will come to see him off collectively when he is buried. It's not a loss.

Zhang Ji had nothing to say. He knew that the Fa Qiang, Qing Qiang and Di people were very dissatisfied with Sima Lang, but he had been the governor of Zangzhou for so long, and it was strange that these people still hated Sima Lang so much.

Nonsense, how could they not hate him? They didn't build roads, didn't connect all villages, and let the Fa Qiang, Qing Qiang and Di people in the Tibetan area do it themselves. Although from a practical point of view, Sima Lang's approach was not a problem, after all, the focus was on the Thirty-Six Kingdoms, and the altitude of the Tibetan area was indeed too high. It was a big deal to sacrifice pawns to save the chariot, and solve the internal problems of Xinzhou first. As long as the Tibetan area didn't explode, there would be no big problem.

Generally speaking, Sima Lang had this idea at the time, and the Qiang people in the Tibetan area were very unhappy about it. After Sima Lang cut off ties with the Tibetan area and Zhang Ji took office as the governor of Zangzhou, in the attitude of developing the local area, Zhang Ji would report to Chang'an from time to time and apply for something.

These things will definitely fall on the heads of the Tibetan people in the end, so there is a more obvious contrast. Yang Pu and others are even more resentful of Sima Lang. Fuck, look at Zhang Ji, then look at you Sima Lang, what a beast you are!

In short, the Qiang people in the Tibetan area really have the idea of ​​killing Sima Lang. If it weren't for Zhang Ji's pressure, if the Yuan family and the Yang family wanted to assassinate Sima Lang and were willing to take the blame, the Qiang people could really organize fifty archers to beat Sima Lang into a sieve.

"Forget it, let's not talk about him." Zhang Ji waved his hand with a bit of tiredness. Now this situation can only be said to have a cause and effect.

"Let's continue to talk about Fu Ward. Fu Ward's behavior here is really excessive, so we need to organize a certain number of people to force the Xiangxiong Dynasty, and I have also instigated several Xiangxiong tribes to rebel. They admire the king's rule, and after we attack, they will also assist from the side." Zhang Ji took out the drawn map and pointed to a certain location and said.

"Okay, Governor, you make the arrangements. I will discuss this with the leaders." Yang Pu looked at the location and thought about the tribe that Liu Zi found while shepherding. He decided to fight together. He couldn't beat the 10,000 elite soldiers led by Fu Ward, and he couldn't beat the 1,800 of you.

"The troops are up to you. Remember to select 500 elite soldiers who will rush to the front. The armor sent by Chang'an will be worn by those 500 warriors." Zhang Ji said to Yang Pu.

Chen Xi first made a batch of shield armor with defensive etching and distributed some to various states and counties. On the one hand, it was to test the defensive performance, and on the other hand, it was to determine the working conditions and duration of this thing. As a high-altitude and oxygen-deficient place, the Tibetan area also needs to determine the working conditions, so 500 pieces were also distributed. For this purpose, Sun Guan was asked to help the people in the Tibetan area select 500 warriors to train as shield guards.

Of course, with the physique of the Qiang people in this era, it would definitely be a big loss to use them to fight the shield guards. Chen Xi also issued two thousand muscle-building needles and two thousand bone-strengthening needles. With these two things and the secret medicine, meat, eggs and milk in the Tibetan area, more than five hundred strong men were piled up.

As I said before, the shield guards do have a lot of problems, but the survival ability and sense of security of the shield guards are really not comparable to ordinary legions.

Yang Pu trotted all the way to inform Lin Dai of the good news, and then Lin Dai summoned the heads of various tribes without saying a word. It only took half a day for the heads of various tribes to come together.

"Fu Ward crossed the defense line of our patrol team and arrived in Xinzhou, assassinating the Han Dynasty bureaucrats. Which heads led the patrol team in the northwest? Stand up!" Lin Dai roared at the heads angrily after everyone arrived.

More than 30 chiefs stood up. They were the chiefs of the villages in the northwest. Of course, it was no problem to call them village chiefs, because the Han Dynasty basically treated them as village chiefs.

"Do you know how our lives came about? Touch your clothes and recall the heavy snow last year. Mangzhong, you are the biggest chief of the Qiang people in the northwest. Check your conscience. How did so many of your sons survive now?" Lindai cursed at Mangzhong. Lindai was optimistic that Mangzhong would replace Zhuzhi as the chief of the northwest. As a result, Zhuzhi, Lindai, and Yangpu, the big chiefs, went down the mountain to transport supplies, and then Mangzhong did this.

"I..." Mangzhong touched his clothes, then recalled the heavy snow last year, and the seven or eight children who survived in the family in the past few years, and immediately knelt down to admit his mistakes.

"Do you know what the elders of Chang'an want us to do here? I don't ask you to be brave enough to kill the enemy. To be honest, except for those five hundred warriors, we can't kill the Kushans, but at least the Kushans escape from our territory. Someone please let me know! Doctor Liu has been assassinated. Do you know what Doctor Liu does?" Lin Dai cursed at his subordinates, who all lowered their heads and did not speak. , There is no way, what Lindai said is correct.

"Everyone, don't you think that our life today is due to our efforts?" Lindai looked at his leader, "Think about ten years ago, think about twenty years ago, damn, you Have you never experienced it before? Don’t you know why there is no fifty-year-old leader here?”

Basically, only the highest-ranking nobles among the Hu people can live to be fifty years old. The bitter cold and heavy snow in the grassland, as well as the fierce competition between the weak and the strong among the Hu people, make it difficult for any Hu people to live to the age of fifty. As a leader who relies on force to suppress others and avoid being seen as weak, it is inevitable that he will be replaced by young people when he gets a little older.

The result of being replaced by barbarians is that your wife will become the wife of a new head man. If you are lucky, your son will become the son of a new head man. If you are not lucky, he will follow you.

Therefore, the life of the Hu people was not good, especially in an era of scarcity of resources like the feudal era, when even the Han Dynasty could die from a plague, and if the plague fell on the Hu people, a large tribe of tens of thousands of people, or even There may be only a dozen or dozens of people left.

So Lin Dai was very rude when he scolded these people, because he didn't want to go back to be the leader of the Qiang people at all. To put it bluntly, he was already over 40 years old. He might not have had a few more people before. In the year, a young man like Yang Pu should pluck off his head and use it as a drinking vessel.

But now, with the sufficient nutrition of the Han Dynasty, his current physical indicators are almost the same as those ten years ago. And because of the improvement of life, Yang Pu no longer has any thoughts about him. After all, he is the leader. In this position, people would really die, and not one or two people would die, but a group of people. Unlike the Han Dynasty where there was a chance of being exiled after a fight, the barbarians had no choice but to die!

The scarcity of resources is there, and there is no choice. Sometimes in order to survive, you have to fight even if you can't defeat it. Therefore, this group of people have no fear of death. Although they really want to live and live for a long time, but now this kind of instinct When the clan is prosperous and prosperous, even if they die, they feel that enough is enough.

In this era, people value the continuity of the collective more, because individuals are too small under the torrent of the times, too small to resist external forces, too small to live independently, and even so-called marriages are just to strengthen risk resistance.

Therefore, for Lin Dai, whoever dares to destroy this situation will destroy their roots.

Three days later, before Masinde came over, the Qiang mobilized 220,000 young men.

My computer crashed this morning and I almost died.