Zhou Jian couldn't sleep for many consecutive nights. He knew that Dunhuang's counterattack was just a matter of time. He had to seize the time and make as much preparation as possible.

On the 16th day, Zhou Jian learned about the decree issued by Dunhuang and learned that the two major bishops of Dunhuang had led the army of believers to go south.

The coalition was shocked, excited and urgent, but none of them were afraid of it anymore!

In just a short time, Zhou Jian had already brought their bird guns to replace the cannons. He said without boasting that even if the Great Zhou did not send troops, the coalition forces would have the ability to challenge Dunhuang.

Zhou Jian immediately ordered all troops to go twenty miles north to ensure that the civilians were not affected by the war. Another 50,000 prisoners turned into labor again and followed the north to twenty miles north to build defensive fortifications.

It took only two days for this transfer. Zhou Jian personally led 70,000 people to block the front and even protected the Silk Road in the rear.

In other words, what Dunhuang wants to do, he has to pass his level first.

One month later, Canghan Town!

Twenty miles away from the sand dunes, far away from the oasis, the conditions are even worse, but this is a hub. Zhou Jian knew the beads with wise eyes and directly built it to a major city. The 70,000 troops were distributed like a bull's head, and anyone who came would have to be covered in blood.

"Report!"

"Report!"

A Hu spy rushed into the only townhouse in Canghan Town, which was the marching camp: "Sir, here, they are here!"

"The army of believers in Dunhuang has finally arrived, and there are 100,000 in the front army. The two major bishops of Dunhuang have arrived in the indigenous mountain area more than ten miles away!"

Hearing this, the tribes were in an uproar and shocked, and exclaimed: "There are 100,000 front troops?"

"What about the total number of people?"

"Dunhuang is not visible and has no water. This time I am afraid I will fight to the death with us!" A tightness and solemnity filled the entire marching main camp, causing the few yellow leaves outside the tiled house to fall down.

"Their total number should not be less than 200,000." Zhou Jian put down the huqin in his hand, which was so calm that it was terrifying.

"Twenty-hundred thousand?" The senior leaders of the tribe were surprised. Their speculation was at most about 100,000 people at the beginning. After all, the desert marching was extremely difficult, especially the logistics support, which was extremely difficult.

"Sir, do we want to call for reinforcements?" someone said with his fist.

There are so many tribes in the exile place, if you want people, you can still draw them.

But Zhou Jian shook his head without hesitation: "There is not many soldiers, but the spirit. Seventy thousand people are enough. Too many may not be a good thing."

"Who do you know where the Aboriginal Mountain is?" He looked around and quickly got into the state.

What he had to face now was the southward movement of the Dunhuang believers. As for migration and the people, he left it to Wuyang and Fanshu. The two women could handle it very well.

Kublai Khan is responsible for the Silk Road.

"Indigenous Mountain, this..." The top leaders of the tribes were all embarrassed. Look at me, look at you. This place is far away from the exile, and it is completely unfamiliar to those of them who have been exiled.

"Sir, I know!"

At this time, Tuli walked out. He was the only person present who was not a place of exile. He followed Zhou Jian because of various coincidences.

He led the Nurha people to the forefront from the Silk Road support. Compared to before, the baptism of war made him more mature.
Chapter completed!