The tall Chicheng gate, with three vermilion lacquered copper nails three feet high, at this time the Sanmendong cave was opened. In addition to the local Tuyuhun, there were also red-haired and blue-eyed Huren and humble big Zhou merchants.
But at this time they were quiet again, because Murong Jing’s frame arrived, everyone started from the avenue in front of the city gate and walked along the streets of the city, kneeling and worshiping on both sides, the black and heavy, and the courageous people looked up at the strange. nothing.
Such a scene originally made Wu Zheng a little enjoyable, because he himself was in this team. Although he was at the back of the line, he was still covered by Murong Jing's light, and he could live the worshipped dry hermit.
Only when he found out the merchants who were Zhous of the Han family in the crowd, Wu Zheng had no interest in them. His guy kneels and is more careful than a beard, and he wears silk and silk but lies on the ground more than a Hu man. Low and humble, the whole person carefully shrunk into a ball, not to mention, as if he wanted to pierce his head into the ground.
Sha Kun smiled very happily, and deliberately stiffened his fat body on the horse, very proud.
Wu Zheng pulled down the car curtain, but listened to Sha Kun's shrinking body outside the car window and turned: "Why did Dr. Wu pull up the car curtain? This kind of treatment will never happen to people like us in their lifetime. Once, I thought that when I also returned from the Northern Expedition Uyghur, when Khan opened the city gate, I only enjoyed this treatment once."
"I'm tired, call me when I arrive."
"Huh! Doctor Wu, don't you plan to see it again today?"
"I'm different from you! My life is still long! There will be opportunities in the future. Just leave me alone or take the time to enjoy you!"
Sha Kun smiled and nodded, but when he turned around, Wu Zheng's words seemed a little weird. If you don't want to, let's enjoy the pilgrimage of the whole city! This street is about to come to an end. After walking this street and entering the inner city, there will be no such treatment.
This is not to say that the people in the inner city don’t take Murong Jing seriously, but Murong Jing’s palace is located to the west of the inner city, and it’s just two turns after entering the inner city gate. It’s not the main road of the city. Kuan, if there is another wave of kneeling to greet him, Murong Jing's car will be blocked outside.
Murongjing's palace is very large, and the entire Chicheng is the largest of the two kings except Songtsan and Kaoji's palace.
Zhatai's palace is in the west of the city, and the palace is in the north. The residences of the two kings and one khan have formed a character shape to suppress this metropolis with a population of one million.
Imagine building such a large city with a population of one million on the grassland is indeed rare. In addition to Tuyuhun's strong national power, the key is that the city is stuck in the transportation hub of east, west, north and south.
Because of Wu Sansi, the historical pattern of this world is completely different from the history Wu Zheng knew. Although history seems to be desperately correcting this, the famous Silk Road has indeed changed its course.
Now its destination is no longer Chang'an, but Chicheng, the capital of the Tuyuhun people under the Riyue Mountain.
When Wu Zheng first heard about Qin Lei's plan, he also felt that the plan he made was very good, but now when he saw Chicheng, he found how ridiculous Qin Lei's plan was.
If you want to catch the Tuyuhun people to the snowy plateau, the 100,000 people under his hand are talking about dreams of the original idiot.
Let’s not talk about whether there was Ye Dongcheng’s two-way warrior who attacked him by a thousand miles, nor whether there was Murong Jing’s blockade at Jishi Mountain. Even if his hundreds of thousands of people were all killed under the capital city, that’s it. Only for dumplings.
Because there is an endless grassland in front of Chicheng City, this is the most suitable place for cavalry to fight. With the current national conditions of Dazhou and the Tuyuhun people fighting here, it is simply a nightmare.
Of course, this time he hadn't actually done it with Murong Jing, and he was beaten back by Murong Jing as soon as he ran to Jishi Mountain.
If it weren't for Zhatai's death by himself, which made Tuyuhun's original stable political situation change, it is still unknown whether any one of his 100,000 right guards could escape back to Da Zhou alive.
When the palace arrived, Wu Zheng was awakened by Sha Kun. In fact, he didn't sleep at all when he was lying in the carriage. The reason why he closed his eyes was because he was thinking about how he could break through such a majestic city.
Of course, if you have a thousand Gatling machine guns, it is absolutely fun to attack this heroic city.
But this is hard to say... (End of this chapter)