A caravan trekked on the grassland. Camels walked calmly. Businessmen leaned against the side and let camels block the morning sun.

The weather is a little hot, but for the caravan, this is their season. As long as they don't cut the knife, they must go out to do business.

Samarkand's early summer is as high as autumn.

Under the blue sky, time seems to solidify here until it is disturbed by smoke and dust.

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

The leading guide shouted, "this is Samarkand. Step back and step aside!"

The caravan drove the camels to the wilderness on the edge, and the cavalry appeared.

The cavalry was like a dragon, and the smoke rolled in.

"My God, it's all Armored Cavalry. It's a charming elite!"

"Bow your head!"

The cavalry went towards Samarkand in front of them, and their tired eyes were relieved.

After the cavalry, the guide said, "we're lucky. Let's get ready for the city."

We all worked together to get the camel back on the road. When we were ready to start, the guide turned back and looked at the distance, and then stayed.

"We should go!"

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

"What's that?"

Businessmen turned back.

The smoke and dust brought by the cavalry will fall to the ground, and greater smoke and dust will be raised in the distance.

"My God!"

When he saw a long row of black lines in the distance, the guide couldn't help shouting, "hide! Hide!"

The merchants were very knowledgeable, 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 is shaking, and the sound of footsteps is like the sound made by countless elephants walking together, which makes people tremble.

As the footsteps approached, the camels were shaking their heads uneasily, trying to get rid of the reins, and then ran away.

Because this army is too cold.

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

be quiet!

Footsteps shook heaven and earth, but businessmen felt that everything was silent.

There was no sound other than footsteps.

This is a disciplined army.

The merchants bowed their heads. They hoped that these troops would enter the city as soon as possible, and then they could follow.

Doing business is like this. One day late is consumed by more than one day. Therefore, for businessmen, time is often money.

"Stop..."

A cry rang out and the heavy footsteps stopped suddenly.

The businessmen were a little flustered, and one of them secretly looked up.

A military order came, and countless sergeants began to disband on both sides according to their affiliation.

Later, a cart came behind, with camping tents and other things on it.

"We must go at once."

The guide whispered and looked at the leader of the caravan.

The leader of the caravan trembled, but raised his hands, and then pointed to the direction of Samarkand.

The scattered sergeants glanced at them, some greedy, but an officer came and stood between the two sides to stop the greedy.

"Hurry!"

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

"These are meat fan armies. When they come, the war will not be far away."

Businessmen are always the sharpest and most aware group in the world.

It was just an encounter, and then the news of the arrival of the meat fan army spread all over Samarkand.

This is also the reason why the meat fan army let go of the caravan. The news that they need to come spread all over Hari.

"The terrible army has no sound except the sound of footsteps. If it gets dark, it can scare people to death."

"Many people have armor and are elite soldiers..."

"How many people?"

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

"God, the war is about to begin. Who will it be with?"

The news spread quickly, and the people were a little worried. The businessmen thought it didn't matter, because they needed a lot of materials after the war. As long as you have something, you don't worry about selling it.

That's why war is money.

Military salaries stabilize the morale of the army, and materials determine combat effectiveness.

Meiergan certainly knows this truth, so businessmen can move freely in Samarkand. As long as you pay business tax, you are the most popular person in Samarkand.

Money!

All this is for materials and money!

"Wang, the meat is charming."

The messenger brought the latest news. Mier's face was cold. Obviously, it was not good news for him and Haley.

"How many people have come?"

"King, it's Melo himself who led the army."

Mei'er looked up slightly and said contemptuously, "are they afraid? The Ming people are thousands of miles away, and they are afraid?"

"Wang, the Taixi people are supporting them and giving them a lot of benefits, but the Taixi people are tigers and wolves after all. If they don't take their benefits, they will turn into enemies..."

A minister came out and analyzed it. He was very worried.

Another minister said, "meat is charming and never afraid of texi."

The former minister said coldly, "but once the Taixi people become enemies, the meat charming dare not go east. What about us? What should we do? Either submit to Daming, so the meat charming will go crazy. Or continue to confront Daming and be dragged down."

He bowed slightly to the above face and said, "Wang, we are caught in the middle. Once meat charming thinks we will become their threat, he will not hesitate to fight against us, and the texi people obviously prefer to see this. The texi people hope that meat fans will swallow us, and Daming will feel a strong threat, so there will be a war between the two sides."

"Moreover, they transferred the army without permission to force us to join hands to fight Daming, or they will come to Samarkand."

"Go to war, Wang."

The generals were indignant, but they didn't say who they were fighting against.

"With whom?"

A minister said, "and meat fans? We are not rivals now."

The atmosphere was a little depressed. The minister said, "then we can only fight Daming. Yes, we have been preparing to fight them in recent years, but even if we join hands with meat fans, can we win?"

This is the question that generals should answer.

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

"But it has failed."

The civil and military dispute does not exist only in the Ming Dynasty, but also in Ha lie.

The general said, "but the Ming emperor has been sleeping underground and can no longer lead the army in charge. Now the Ming Emperor... I heard that he is keen on internal innovation."

Meiergan felt a little stuffy in his chest. He took a few deep breaths and asked, "in those years... If there was no Ming emperor, could we win?"

"Yes!"

This is a general who experienced the war of that year. Behind him, the generals have bright eyes.

They have experienced disastrous defeats, and more than anyone would like to be shamed.

"Yes!"

This is the little official who escaped that year. Time flies. He has grown into an important minister around Mier.

"When... Wang, when Lao Wang didn't have the courage of the Ming emperor, so we lost."

He bowed down and said what would irritate Mier. When he looked up again, tears were already in his eyes.

"My ministers have been thinking about the war in those years. In the final analysis, it is because akudamu can't control the whole army and the people are scattered. Now our people are stable and have strong support. What are we afraid of

Every power is the most stable when it first succeeds, and then gradually declines.