"Dunhuang has fought a lot, and all believers in the world are all eyes and ears. It is impossible to find it. But even so, the sand dunes must be occupied to serve as the base camp of the coalition forces. Otherwise, the front line will be too long and once there is a shortage of water, the consequences will be unimaginable!" Zhou Jian said calmly.

Then he ordered: "The entire army is divided into three armies in front, middle and back. Enter the dunes according to batches. Don't burn, kill, loot! I'll say again, don't burn, kill, loot, if anyone dares to do this, kill, kill, and kill, and there is no mercy!"

His eyes were extremely serious. He knew that if he wanted to overthrow the Buddhist sect, he had to establish a system. If he went anywhere, the coalition forces would not win the hearts of the people.

All the commanders were great figures from various tribes, but they were extremely convinced by Zhou Jian for several days and did not dare to say anything more: "Yes!"

"Let's go!" Zhou Jian gave the order and rode his horse to approach.

In the past few days, he has obtained news from Qingtianjian that there are no other tribes in the sand dunes, only some temples and many believers. Although it is dangerous, there should be no war.

In this way, 70,000 people approached the sand dunes in batches, but as soon as the front army arrived at this continuous oasis and sand dunes, a large number of believers in the Western Regions rushed out!

They lined up in a row, densely packed like black clouds slamming the city. They held hoes, knives, and even wooden sticks to resist the coalition forces.

"Battle, a group of slaves, loyal to those old bald donkeys, dare to block our way and seek death!" Some of the leaders of thousands of men were angry and immediately ready to move.

They hate Dunhuang, but most people in the Western Regions believe in Dunhuang, even if the incidents such as the Nile River have caused their prestige to plummet.

"Don't be confused, no one is allowed to move!" Zhou Jian shouted in time and stopped everyone.

"Sir, they block it, and we can't get in. Why not kill the chicken to scare the monkey?" Someone suggested that it was recognized by many people, which was a way.

But Zhou Jian still shook his head, his eyes swept across the dense Western Region people in front of him, and said lightly: "There are tens of thousands of people in front, and the oasis behind is still surging forward. As long as we take action, we will become the target of public criticism and fulfillment.

Dunhuang Buddhist Sect.”

"What the coalition forces need to do now is to win over the people, relieve the instigation, and separate Dunhuang from the Western Regions. This is the best strategy. With purely relying on force, can you still kill tens of millions of believers in the Western Regions?"

Many people said a few words and said nothing, but most of them did not believe it. They felt that the truth was revealed by the knife and did not understand what strategy was.

Zhou Jian didn't force it. If the people of the Western Regions had this brain, they wouldn't have let a group of old bald donkeys in Dunhuang make the decision.

He rode forward, faced the wind and sand, and shouted at the opposite side: "The tribes of the dunes, we are from the twenty-three tribes in the exile place. Come today and specially build a ranch for you, giving you food and tents!

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As soon as these words came out, the audience was silent!

The eyes of the 23 tribes were almost falling out. What? Giving food, tents, and building pastures? There were not many tribes in their tribes.

"Sir, this..." They were all anxious. They didn't have many, so they didn't want to take it out and give it to others.

Zhou Jian glared at them and asked them to shut up.

Although these people were anxious, they didn't dare to say anything more.

On the other hand, the tens of thousands of believers standing opposite were actually tens of thousands of people at the bottom of the Western Regions. They were also stunned at this moment and were in an uproar. They were all ready to resist to the death, but the other party gave them gifts?

"What's going on? What the hell are they doing? Didn't these ants in the exiled land rebel?"

In the inconspicuous corner, someone whispered that they were bald and covered with cassocks, and they were monks from the dunes!

"He wants to buy the hearts of the people. He is targeting my Buddhist sect, not believers!" Suddenly, someone stood up, with a hump nose, very conspicuous, about fifty years old, holding a staff, and people on both sides gave way, status

Not low.

"What? Winning people's hearts?"

"When will this group of waste in the exile understand this?"
Chapter completed!