"What does the second brother mean...Tubo?" Wang Kui's brows frowned again, and they were wrinkled deeper than before.

"To be precise, it is the Jiarong area south of the Qilian Mountains." Changsun Hong looked confident: "It is one of the four major agricultural areas of Tubo. It is located at the bottom of the plateau. The land is fertile and the climate is warm. The agriculture is very developed. The herds and livestock grazing is a natural and excellent pasture, with good horses produced with a population of about 200,000. It is also close to the Xishan tribes not far away. Compared with other far-reaching places in Tubo, the distance is very suitable."

"However, two years ago, the Mongolian prince Kuoduan met with the Tubo monk Saga Bandazhi in Xiliang Prefecture. The large and small temples of Tubo and the lords of various places regarded Mongolia as the common ruler. I believe Jiarong is one of them. Since they have an agreement with Mongolia, if we want to meet them, we will inevitably be attacked from both sides, which is probably difficult." Wang Kui was very familiar with Sichuan's geography. When he mentioned Jiarong, he had a connection in his mind and instantly pointed out the problem.

"Brother said it is right. Kuoduan's fief is in the Hexi Corridor, from Guazhou to Qinzhou, all of his territory. In addition, Tubo was once prominent in history. Although it has collapsed now, the lean camel is bigger than a horse. Once the hero is unified again, it will inevitably be another powerful country. Kuoduan is prepared for danger in times of peace and takes the lead in taking down Tubo. It is the right move." Changsun Hong walked slowly with his hands behind his back, and said slowly.

"But Kuoduan lives as short as his younger brother Kuo, and died at the end of last year. Brother doesn't know yet?" He looked at Wang Kui, Wang Kui shook his head, so he continued.

"I died of illness. This guy was only forty years old and died. There is another thing that my elder brother may not have heard of yet."

"On the sixth day of April this year, last month, the Xiliang Prefecture earthquake was like a mountain collapse and cracking, destroying countless houses. The city walls of Xiliang City were all shattered and collapsed, with thousands of casualties and injuries, and huge losses."

Wang Kui couldn't help but stop his steps and was slightly surprised: "So powerful?"

Changsun Hong shrugged, and the two continued to walk.

"The rumors are that this is a punishment of God. It is God's punishment for the Mongols invading Tubo. This news has spread to the Jiarong area. Margan, Chamagang and other major cities have had a turmoil. Everyone is talking about this. Jiarong is a diocese of the Nyingma Sect of Tibetan Buddhism. The master of the Bacang Temple, the largest temple in the local area, believes in this. He prays to the Buddha in three Dharma Assembly, praying to God for compassion and not to punish ordinary people. He heard that the Dharma Assembly is unprecedented. All the people in Jiarong can go, and tens of thousands of people flattened the hilltops of Bacang Temple."

Wang Kui listened carefully, and couldn't help but tugging at the corner of his mouth when he heard this, and he glanced at Sun Hong with his eyes squinted: "You know that it's so detailed, did you send someone?"

Changsun Hong held his head up and said, "I sent someone to send some gadgets to express my condolences."

Wang Kui sneered: "The earthquake is in Xiliang Prefecture. Isn't it going to go the wrong way when you send something to Jiarong? To be honest, how long has your idea of ​​playing Jiarong?"

"It's not long, it's about two years." Changsun Hong said with a smile: "But it's been three years since the private salt business."

Wang Kui slapped his forehead and sighed: "Defense day and night, it's hard to defend against thieves in the family!"

"I did this for Sichuan." Changsun Hong did not have the conscious awareness of private salt dealers at all, but was justified: "There are people in Tubo who have food and can smel iron. What they lack is salt and bubu. If I don't do this business, it's a waste of resources."

"No wonder you have a lot of more horses recently. It turns out that they are from Jiarong. Forget it, let's continue to talk about the serious business." Wang Kui felt a little painful in his temple: "Kuoduan died, and no one in Mongolia continued to maintain contact with Tubo. The Xiliang earthquake was another great opportunity to remove the impact of Mongolia on the Liangzhou alliance in Tubo. You sent someone to hook up with the master of Jiarong Bacang Temple, which was a wonderful game."

Changsun Hong was praised, but he did not look proud. He just continued: "Since the end of the Tang Dynasty, Zanpu has become history as the Tibetan king. The huge Tubo country has become several split small tribes, and has frequently fought with each other. In addition, the four major sects compete for the diocese, and they are not united with each other, and their power is weaker than the other, so it is appropriate to slowly plan for it."

"Jiarong is close to Sichuan and has good horses, which is used as a bridgehead from Sichuan to Tibet. It is very suitable. Brother, Hebei and Henan have been separated from the Song Dynasty for a long time, and the people have long lost their longing for their family and country. In addition, the people are strong and they are united and defended themselves. If they want to recover, they must be crushed by a powerful army."

"The court is afraid of wolves in front of them and tigers in the back. He only has ambitions but dare not step beyond the line. You and I are the people of the Song Dynasty. We should do our best for the country. In the future, we will be worthy of the long sword in our hands and golden armor on our bodies!"

He did not say that he would do his best for the king, but emphasized the country, and the deep meaning of it was understood at first glance.

Wang Kui pursed his lips, walked slowly, walked for a while, and breathed out, "You can do it, if you have something to do, I will say it in advance."

Changsun Hong smiled slightly: "Brother has taken the blame for me, not once or twice. This time, the imperial court will definitely have a lot of white rewards. I don't want it, I will give it all. How about it as compensation?"

Wang Kui shook his head, without answering, but said, "Second brother, what you do is critical, and if there is a slight mistake, the future will be ruined. You must be very careful and carefully, step by step, and go well."

Changsun Hong shook the strap on his head casually, and smiled with his teeth: "Brother, don't worry, I had made up my mind more than ten years ago and I have no regrets in this life."

"What are you going to do on Jiarong?" Wang Kui asked.

At this time, the two had already walked to the edge of the vast school field where the Knight Camp was trained. They came to the gate made of several thick wood. There was a dirt platform, about two feet high, and the rammed earth was piled up. They were originally used to stand on it and wave the flags and command the cavalry to run horses and formations. At this moment, there was no one on it, and the two walked up.

Standing above, the horse gallops in the distance, the loess is everywhere, and the sword lights and axes are shining in the smoke and dust, and the murderous aura is full of murderous aura.

"The Tubo land is crowded and brave. It is so high that the army on the plains is difficult to gain a foothold, so they must not be unified again. Only by holding them one by one can they be controlled. Therefore, I want to take advantage of the conflicts between their sects to drive away the tiger and swallow the wolf!"

Wang Kui's eyes froze: "Turn the tiger and swallow the wolf?"

"Supporting obedient people, uniting most of the weak, suppressing the strongest people, not allowing people to emerge or gain power, provoking internal struggles to drive away tigers and wolfs." Changsun Hong turned around and looked at Wang Kui with a very kind look: "For this purpose, I plan to assassinate Master Baren, the head of Bacang Temple."

Wang Kui looked at his eyes and almost breathed a sigh of relief, his face flushed with a flushing feeling.

"Aren't you... you're still having him together just now? Why did you want to assassinate him again?" He looked at Changsun Hong with a complicated expression.

Changsun Hong had no guilt, his expressionless face merged into the battlefield behind him with the sound of killing sounds that shook the sky, and looked cruel and ruthless in the light spots shot in the loess dust in the sky.

"It is to create opportunities for assassination for him. If he does not die, Tubo will not be in chaos."
Chapter completed!