"Moyan..." Rubbing his eyebrows with some headaches, Ge Shu Jun said, "I know... I've been wrong in the past two years. However, now is not the time to talk about this." In the past two years, Ning Tan once suggested that Ge Shu Jun allow a large number of Chinese officials to govern the original Chinese areas, reduce taxes on Chinese residents, etc., but none of them were adopted. Ge Shu Jun was not unaware of Ning Tan's reuse of these suggestions, but he focused all his attention on the battlefield in the north. Another convenience is that although the Northern Han Dynasty was in the court of the Northern Han Dynasty, he focused all his attention on the battlefield in the north.

Although he was almost done with it, but there was still a big gap compared to the Western Yue style of Rong Jin who had spoken as soon as he spoke. The soldiers of the Northern Han Dynasty were born and died to obtain the rich land of China, beautiful silk, and countless gold and jade. How could it be that the surrendered ministers and survivors who had just surrendered were better than them? If so, who would be willing to fight for the Northern Han Dynasty? As for treating people as Western Yue, it would be even worse to achieve. Should the Chinese survivors be let grazed or let the people of the Northern Han Dynasty farm?

If it weren't for the rich land in the south, Geshuhan would rather continue to explore the territory of Northern Han in the north. Unfortunately, further north, there is a real barbarian bondage, barren land. Desert, wasteland, Gobi, ice and snow...

Ning Tan said rather than care, and said lightly: "What does Your Majesty want to say?"

Ge Shujun said: "Moyan thinks... can the troops sent to block Rong Jin before the Eleventh Brother comes back?"

"Hunting." Ning Tan slowly spit out a word. Looking at Ge Shu Jun's eyes suddenly shrank, and continued, "If Your Majesty thinks that the West Yue lacks troops, then it's wrong. There is no shortage of troops in the West Yue." Ge Shu Jun raised his eyebrows, obviously not obeying Ning Tan's words, and only heard Ning Tan say: "When... when... the battle was captured, Your Majesty did not receive any troops from China. That's because... the troops were accepted by the West Yue. But there were 400,000 to 500,000 troops in the Imperial City of China.

Your Majesty has thought about something else?" Seeing Ge Shujun wanting to speak, Ning Tan interrupted him mercilessly, "Yes, the Western Yue Emperor said that the disarmament. However, Your Majesty believes that even though he knew that there must be a war between the Western Yue and the Northern Han, how many people would the Western Yue Emperor cut off? Since the destruction of China, the territory of the Western Yue Emperor was equivalent to that of the Northern Han. At that time, the population of the Western Yue was three times, and the annual tax revenue was five times that of the Northern Han. Does Your Majesty still have confidence that the Western Yue Emperor could not fight a war of attrition with you?"

Ge Shujun had no expression on his face and would rather talk calmly. "Of course, the Northern Han Dynasty also has advantages that the Western Yue did not have."

Ge Shu Jun raised his eyebrows and Ning said, "The Northern Han has more horses than the Western Yue, and it is better than the Western Yue. The soldiers of the Northern Han may be able to fight than the Western Yue."

Although you said that, I didn't feel that you were praising me at all. Ge Shujun said silently in his heart. Sure enough, Ning Tan continued: "But the horses of the Northern Han are easy to use in most parts of the Northern Han, but they do not include the borders of the Western Vietnam and the Western Regions." Because both borders are mountains, no matter how good the horses of the Northern Han are, they cannot use their strength.

"In addition, if we talk about the strength of individual soldiers, the soldiers of China should not be much worse than those of the West Vietnamese soldiers." But China was still defeated by the West Vietnamese army.

"Enough, Moyan, go back and rest first. I must think about it." Although what you said makes sense, I don't want to hear it at all.

Ning Tan didn't care, so he nodded and stood up and went out. The more he thought about the look on his face, the more ugly the look on his face was, and in the end he had to grit his teeth and said hatefully: "Rong, Jin!"

When Ge Shujun gritted his teeth and hated Rong Jin, Young Master Rong Jiu was very leisurely. He did not feel at all about fighting between the two countries. He took his kissing wife leisurely to the frontier and traveled around the mountains and rivers every day. As for the troops of the Kingdom of Khotan, it was naturally handed over to the generals below to deal with it. Seeing Rong Jin's appearance, before the arrival of the coalition forces of various countries, Young Master Rong Jiu did not intend to take action himself. Although Mu Qingyi has traveled many places in recent years, she has obviously had the Western Regions style to the border.

The place was very curious and lived a very happy day. These two people didn't always fight at all, but they seemed to be relaxing. However, the generals in the army had no objection to this. His Majesty the Emperor was too majestic, arrogant, vicious, and the pressure to stay with him would affect their performance. So, in the event of no last resort, the generals felt that His Majesty should take Mu Xiang to travel around the mountains and rivers, and just a small country of Yutian was handed over to them to deal with.

The place bordering the Western Yue and Yutian is called Panmen Pass. Behind Panmen Pass is Pancheng, the only way to connect to the Central Plains of the Western Regions. Although Pancheng is a city in the Western Regions, the people living in the city are generally foreigners, and there are many descendants who intermarry with foreigners. Compared with the Western Yue Imperial City and other places, it is really hard to see the difference between countries and races. At the same time, Pancheng is also the most famous commercial place in the Western Regions, from various countries, Western Yue, China, and even the Northern Han Dynasty.

Merchants passed here to their respective destinations. Therefore, although the city was not big, it was not inferior to any big city. Now that the two countries were fighting, Panmen was closed, so many merchants were naturally stranded in the city. Fortunately, the border areas were constantly rubbing for many years, so although they were forced to stay here, most people were not very nervous. The city was still very lively, and the people of Xiyue were even more calm. No one would think that a dignified Xiyue would not be able to defeat a small country in Yutian.

Rong Jin pulled Mu Qingyi to walk in the pan city. Although both of them were wearing very ordinary common clothes, their outstanding appearance and temperament still attracted the passing pedestrians to stop. However, people like Mr. Rong Jiu can tell that as long as you have no problem with your eyes, they can tell at a glance that it is definitely not easy to mess with, so no one dares to come forward to find bad luck.

"Qingqing, look, is it good?" He pulled Mu Qingyi past the street stall, Rong Jin curiously picked up a crystal flower hairpin and gestured on her head. Finally, he couldn't help frowning and said, "The style is good, but the texture is a little worse. Looking back, I asked someone to make some beautiful gems for Qingqing to make one according to this."

Mu Qingyi raised her hand and took the flower hairpin from his hand and smiled, "It looks very good." Naturally, the things sold by small street vendors cannot be called for as many treasures as those in high-end jewelry stores, but they are better in the exquisite style.

The seller was a middle-aged couple. At first glance, they knew that they were of great wealth. They quickly filled with smiles and said, "Madam is so beautiful. You are so lucky. You can buy one for your wife, just one tael of silver." Although you don't like the things, Mr. Rong Jiu was happy to hear others praise Qingqing. He pinched it casually, and a small corner of the silver ingot fell and threw it to the middle-aged man. The couple was stunned and hurriedly took the scale to scale, which was better. One tael, one cent, one cent, not one cent, and one cent, not one cent.
Chapter completed!