Chapter 1042

In this world, the neighbors matched to the Zhongyuan Dynasty are highly similar to Huaxia.

Border troubles have always been the main theme of the Zhongyuan Dynasty.

Feigning compliance to temporarily seek immediate benefits is feasible, but if we truly want to cooperate with them, even if these neighbors are willing, Chen Wuji still wouldn't want to; what he wants has always been to completely resolve the border troubles, so that future generations have no external threats.

In the Dayu court, the bastards' deeds have only one outcome for Chen Wuji.

They only deserve a ten-clan elimination game.

Chen Li's worry is understandable, but such a foolish act could never happen to Chen Wuji.

At noon, Chen Wuji personally led the Jīnwèi yíng and rushed to Yǐnmǎchuān.

Yǐnmǎchuān is a long narrow valley, stretching over two hundred li north-south, with gentle terrain and lush water and grass.

In ancient times this was the court's horse farm; to raise fine horses, the court then planted large amounts of alfalfa here, and the barracks and horse fields built then are still in use.

Such a precious place, the court directly operated it for who knows how many years, until the Yu-surname ascended the throne, the Uyghur king knelt on the ground shouting 'father' a few times, and he didn't even blink before giving it away.

Such nonsense makes Chen Wuji angry just thinking about it.

Da Yu deserves to perish after three generations!

A dynasty like this not falling is simply intolerable by heavenly principle.

After Chen Wuji's feet personally stepped onto Yǐnmǎchuān, his hatred for Emperor Da Yu instantly peaked; understanding a place through text and seeing it with one's own eyes are completely different.

What is summarized in a few words in the text, when presented before the eyes, is a magnificent grandeur that cannot be described in words; put more fashionably, the beauty is off the charts.

But such a scenic, magnificent, natural horse pasture is now Uyghur's! It's the border between Uyghur and Da Yu!

Da Yu's founding emperor truly deserves to die!

How could he be worthy of being the founding emperor?

Damn, a thing that deserves to be dug up and whipped corpse!

Chen Wuji gazed at the vast grassland, cursing in his heart and greeting the ancestors eighteen generations of Da Yu's founding emperor, and in passing added a small goal to his transmigrated life.

The grave of Da Yu's founding emperor, he will dig it up!

"My lord, the Uyghur have sent people over!"

Wushuang rode forward, came to Chen Wuji's side, and slightly nodded, saying.

Chen Wuji had already noticed.

On this gently undulating grassland, the line of sight faces almost no obstruction.

On the western hill, the Uyghur people's layered formation is clearly visible; aside from not knowing exactly how many there are, everything else is clear at a glance.

"Bring them over!"

Chen Wuji switched the whip to his left hand, used his right hand to set up a shade before his eyes, and slowly observed the Uyghur formation inch by inch.

These people have been here for a while; the warhorses look somewhat restless.

The forces visible up front are roughly ten thousand; they indeed seem to have come only to transport laborers, cattle and sheep, and warhorses, but they are stationed on a high ridge, blocking the western line of Yǐnmǎchuān.

This position has two obvious advantages: it's easy to hide people, and it's easy for cavalry to charge.

The Uyghur envoy, under the strict surveillance of several Personal Guard, came before Chen Wuji.

This is again a Uyghur official dressed as a Dayu scholar.

Aside from the Uyghur's appearance, everything else is no different from the Dayu People.

"External minister, Uyghur Ministry of Rites Vice Minister Xingyuan, bearing my king's order, comes to hand over with Marquis Zhenyuan; this is the full list, please review, Marquis."

Xingyuan neither humble nor arrogant performed a salute to Chen Wuji, took out a document from his sleeve and presented it with both hands; Wushuang stepped forward to receive it, examined it, then handed it to Chen Wuji on horseback.

Looking at that document, Chen Wuji's mood was somewhat complex.

It is made of paper and silk, and is currently the standard format for official documents in Nan Jun.

The Dayu court has not yet fully replaced this more convenient document medium, but the Uyghur people have already adopted it; their learning ability and speed of accepting new things send a chill down Chen Wuji's back.

The Uyghur's geopolitical position suddenly reminded Chen Wuji of Western Xia.

Similar geopolitical layout, similar regime, similar warfare...

Western Xia, due to its geopolitical situation and strong army, became the Northern Song's greatest internal threat at the time.

To guard against Western Xia, the Northern Song had to station heavy troops year-round at the border; at its peak it reached 350,000, accounting for half of the Northern Song's total forces.

Thus, the Northern Song still had to pay annual tribute year after year.

However, the annual tribute and heavy troop defenses did not completely curb warfare; not a single battle that should be fought was missed.

Western Xia's victorious plundering and defeated retreats in pinpoint-style frequent harassment forced the Northern Song into year-long costly, low-yield warfare consumption, draining its national strength.

The Northern Song's decline, Western Xia could claim primary credit.

And in this world, the Uyghur have obtained a script very similar to that of Western Xia.

Chen Wuji opened the list, the corner of his mouth curling with a hint of ruthlessness.

The Uyghur have the Western Xia script, but they are not the Song!

He is not accustomed to using defense and throwing silver to talk to enemies.

"Where are the laborers and warhorses? Why do I only see cattle and sheep, no warhorses or laborers?" Chen Wuji glanced briefly at the list and asked in a low voice.

"They are behind the formation; whether laborers or warhorses, they need escort by officers, and to avoid unnecessary misunderstanding, my lord has temporarily kept them behind the formation." Xingyuan said.

Chen Wuji gave a noncommittal hum, "Then let's hand over—I don't have time to waste talking with you!"

"In order to show respect to Marquis Zhenyuan, my lord personally ordered the Left General and the Crown Prince to personally come to Yǐnmǎchuān to set up a banquet to entertain the Marquis, and also please grant us the honor of your presence?" Xiong Yuan hurriedly said.

Chen Wuji gave Xiong Yuan a half-smile, "A Hongmen Banquet?"

"Marquis, you jest; even if you lent my lord ten courages, we wouldn't dare do such a ridiculous thing before the two armies."

"Not going!"

"Just a brief talk, turning weapons into jade and silk..."

Chen Wuji snorted, "I'm not used to sitting at the same table eating and drinking with beasts; send over what I want, and as for the rest, just forget it."

Xingyuan's face stiffened, his eyelids instantly drooped, he clasped his hands in a salute, and said, "Outside minister, I take my leave!"

"Considering you still have to deliver a message, smile and I'll spare your dog's life!" Chen Wuji said coldly.

You little turtle bastard, you dare to turn your face away right under my eyelids? Do you think I'm a lackey of Da Yu? You've really given me face!

"Outside minister, I have no intention of disrespecting His Highness Marquis Zhenyuan?" Xingyuan said, his expression stiff and his voice dry.

"My eyes aren't blind—if I don't smile, I die!"

Xingyuan's face stiffened as he looked at the surrounding guards brimming with killing intent; he forced out a smile uglier than a sob, and said, "Marquis, outside minister… I meant no offense."

"Get lost!"