A caravan was trekking on the grassland, and camels were walking calmly, and merchants leaned against the edge, allowing the camels to block the morning sun.

The weather is a bit hot, but for the caravans, this is their season. As long as they don’t get rid of the knife, they have to go out to do business.

Early summer in Samarkand is as high as autumn.

The blue sky is boundless, and time seems to be frozen here until it is alarmed by smoke and dust.

Someone in the caravan looked back and shouted, "It's the army!"

The leader shouted: "This is Samarkand, step back and take it all aside!"

The caravan drove the camels to the wilderness beside them, and then the cavalry appeared.

The cavalry is like a dragon, and smoke and dust rolls in.

"My God, all of them are armored cavalry. These are charming elites!"

"Look down!"

The cavalry headed towards the city of Samarkand ahead, and his tired eyes felt relieved.

After the cavalry, the guide leading the team said, "We are lucky, hurry up and prepare to enter the city."

Everyone worked together to drive the camel back to the road. Just as they were about to set off, the guide turned around and looked into the distance, and then was stunned.

"It's time for us to leave!"

The leader of the caravan turned around and greeted the guide unhappily.

"What is that?"

The merchants turned around one after another.

The smoke and dust brought by the cavalry were about to land, and even greater smoke and dust were raised in the distance.

"OMG!"

When he saw a long row of black lines appearing in the distance, the guide couldn't help but shout: "Do not! Dodge!"

The merchants traveled around the world with extraordinary knowledge, but no one dared to question the guide's decision, so the caravan left the avenue again and kept moving to the side.

The earth was trembling, and the footsteps were like the sound created by countless elephants walking together, making people tremble.

As the footsteps approached, the camels were waving their heads uneasily, trying to take off the reins and then escape.

Because this army is so cold.

A long javelin is carried on the shoulders, a long knife is on the waist, someone holds an axe, a long bow and arrow...

Quiet!

The sound of footsteps shakes the world, but the merchants feel that everything is quiet.

Apart from footsteps, there is no other sound.

This is a disciplined army.

The merchants all lowered their heads, hoping that these troops would enter the city as soon as possible, and then they could follow.

This is how you do business. One day later, you will spend more than one day, so time is money for businessmen in many cases.

"Stop..."

A shout sounded, and the heavy footsteps came to an abrupt end.

The merchants were a little panicked, and one of them secretly looked up.

As military orders came, countless soldiers began to disband to both sides according to their own belongings.

Later, a large cart came, with camping tents and other items on it.

“We have to go right away.”

The guide whispered, looking at the leader of the caravan.

The leader of the caravan was trembling in panic, but he still raised his hands and pointed at the direction of Samarkand.

The scattered soldiers glanced at them, a little greedy, but an officer came to stand between the two sides and stopped the greedy.

"Go away!"

The caravan hurriedly drove the camels away and the soldiers began to camp, and then smoke rose.

"These are all meat-lovers army. When they come, the war will not be far away."

Businessmen are always the most sensitive group in the world and know how to seek profit and avoid harm.

It was just one encounter, and then the news of the arrival of the meat-lovers army spread throughout Samarkand.

This is also the reason why the meat fans let the caravan go before. The news that they needed to arrive spread throughout Halie.

"The terrible army has no sound except footsteps. If it gets darker, it will scare people to death."

"Many people have armor, they are elite soldiers..."

“How many people are there?”

"I don't know, I can't see the edge."

"Oh my God, the war is about to begin, who will it be with?"

The news spread quickly, and the people were a little nervous. The merchants felt it didn't matter, because after the war started, a lot of material was needed, so you would not have to worry about selling as long as you had something.

So fighting is about making money, and the reason lies in this.

Military pay stabilizes the morale of the army, and materials determine combat effectiveness.

Of course, Meiergan knew this truth, so in Samarkand, merchants can move freely. As long as you pay the trade tax, you are the most popular person in Samarkand.

money!

All this is for materials and money!

"King, the meat is charming."

The messenger brought the latest news, and Meiergan's face was cold, which was obviously not good news for him and Halie.

"How many people have come?"

"King, it was Melo who led the army himself."

Meiergan raised his head slightly and said contemptuously: "Are they scared? Mingren is thousands of miles away, and they are actually scared?"

"Wang, the Teesi people are supporting them and have given a lot of benefits, but the Teesi people are tigers and wolves after all. If they take their benefits, they will turn against each other..."

A minister came out to analyze it and was very worried.

Another minister said: "The meat is charming and never fears the Thais."

The former minister said coldly: "Once the Texi people become enemies, they dare not go east. So what about us? What should we do? Either submit to the Ming Dynasty, and the sophisticated meat will go crazy. Or they will continue to confront the Ming Dynasty and then be dragged down."

He bowed slightly to the face above and said, "Wang, we are caught in the middle. Once the meat charming feels that we will be a threat to them, we will start a war against us without hesitation. The Teesi obviously would rather see this. The Teesi hope that the meat lover will annex us, and then the Ming Dynasty will feel a strong threat, so there will be a battle between the two sides."

"And they transferred the army without permission, to force us, either joining forces to start a war against the Ming Dynasty, or they will face the city of Samarkand."

"Get war, king."

The generals were filled with righteous indignation, but they had nothing to say about whom to start a war.

"Who will go to war with?"

A minister said, "With the meat lover? We are no match for now."

The atmosphere was a little depressed, and the minister said, "Then we can only go to war with the Ming Dynasty. Yes, we have been preparing to go to war with them in the past few years, but even if we join forces with meat fans, can we win?"

This is the question that military generals should answer.

A general said: "Wang, we could compete with the Ming people alone back then. If we hadn't resisted the last battle, we wouldn't have failed."

"But it has failed."

The dispute between civil and military affairs not only existed in the Ming Dynasty, but also Harley was also fierce.

The general said: "But Emperor Ming has been buried underground and can no longer lead the army to attack the battlefield. Now Emperor Ming... I heard that he is keen on internal innovation."

Meiergan felt a little stuffy in her chest. He took a few deep breaths and asked, "Is it possible that if there were no Emperor Ming then?"

"able!"

This is a general who has experienced the war that year. Behind him, the generals' eyes are bright.

They have experienced a crushing defeat and are more than anyone else hope to get rid of their previous shame.

"able!"

This was the escaped minor official back then. Time flies, and he has grown into an important official around Meiergan.

"At that time... Wang, the old king did not have the courage of the Ming Emperor, so we were defeated."

He bowed and said these words that would anger Mei'ergan, and when he looked up again, his eyes were filled with tears.

"In recent years, I have been thinking about the war that year. In the final analysis, Agudamu was unable to control the entire army and the people's hearts were scattered. Now that we have strong support, we are afraid of the Ming Dynasty?"

When every force is successful, people's hearts are the most stable and then gradually decline.
Chapter completed!