Chapter 743: The Pacification of Central Asia

Aziz stopped dead in his tracks on his way home.

Numb.

He was instantly numb.

His mind went blank in an instant.

Bukhara City, lost in a single day?

An army of thirty thousand, all taken prisoner?

Just the day before, he had been full of high spirits, chasing down those people! He had wanted to join forces with the Ottoman army and then sweep across the Central Asia Five Countries!

However.

It had only been a day.

One day! He had fallen from Heaven into Hell!

Enemies on all sides.

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Besieged on all sides!

Bukhara was lost, and the Ottoman army had run away. Zhai Shiqing was attacking with a large force, and the Putu Dynasty's army of one hundred thousand was about to arrive.

And just at this moment.

The final piece of terrible news arrived.

An army of three hundred thousand from the Longyan Western Regions Construction Corps was marching majestically toward Central Asia!

All of a sudden.

Those fellows who had been in high spirits felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured over their heads.

All of Central Asia was shocked.

These three hundred thousand were truly, genuinely three hundred thousand! And this time, having witnessed the explosive combat power of the Longyan army, they knew that these three hundred thousand were not the same thirty thousand that the Ottomans had just beaten back. This army of three hundred thousand was coming to take charge of the situation in Central Asia.

But.

Did they have a Method? No, they didn't. In this entire Central Asian conflict, the ones playing the leading role—whether in major battles or minor skirmishes—were all these young generals of Longyan. They were the ones who turned the tide, the ones who had the final say, the ones who saved the day, and the ones who were infinitely glorious.

They had been fighting hard for half a year.

And this Longyan Dynasty had come to harvest the leeks?

Soon, these people thought it through: this time, if they could just follow behind the Longyan Dynasty to eat some meat and drink some soup, they would be satisfied! What else could they hope for?

Fight!

What about the other Central Asia Five Countries?

They were just there to keep the prince company.

The chaotic fighting in Central Asia began to trend toward calm.

Finally.

At this time, the Central Asia Five Countries began to exert all their strength to fight, fighting Aziz, fighting Bukhara, all so that when it came time to divide the cake, Lord Ling Chen from Longyan might look at them a little more and distribute a few more benefits to them.

Up to this point.

The eyes of the Central Asia Five Countries began to slowly shift toward the Mughal.

The situation began to become interesting again.

The fall of Bukhara had become an established fact. But no one had expected that the Mughal would also be completely wiped out in this chaotic battle. Aurangzeb, the war fanatic who had single-handedly instigated this chaos, unfortunately died during the expedition, and the interior of the Mughal began to fall apart. His Empire, which looked large but was hollow on the inside, began to disintegrate just like that.

Thus.

"Give it more effort!"

"Kill it! You piece of trash, trash!"

"Bite it to death!"

The Colosseum gambling continued as well.

People remained addicted to this aesthetic of violence, and in this bloody excitement, massive amounts of gold and silver began to be thrown into Pei Qianyun's bamboo baskets.

In the Wangchuan Deep Mountains.

The mountain blasting continued.

From the initial surprise, to the later excitement, until today's numbness.

The two of them had never imagined in their wildest dreams that they would scrape together so much money.

How much was it?

Pei Qianyun and Ji Yong looked at each other numbly. To hold all this money, their Horse Carriages were already packed full. Even so, they still spent money to hire Horse Carriages from many other merchant caravans.

Over these past few days, the two of them had truly made the Colosseum business big and strong. There were people specifically responsible for catching those wild beasts, then people specifically to guard them, specifically to feed them, specifically to train them, and people specifically to calculate the odds—it quickly turned into a one-stop service.

And because it was Pei Qianyun, this was the number one fierce general under Vice Minister Liu.

Ten million in silver!

These people were truly rich as hell.

Monopoly!

Liu Zheng laughed as he watched.

So, he could also be considered to have monopolized this industry.

Wild beasts caught by other Chambers of Commerce? Not letting you play!

The Prince of Yong, standing to the side, wiped his sweat: "Vice Minister Liu, this fellow, I'm afraid by the time we reach Liaodong, he will have fleeced these people's pockets clean."

The few of them burst into laughter upon hearing this.

Was this kid a simpleton, or a genius?

Was it innate, or was it something he had picked up from being around it all the time?

The mountain-blasting project is still continuing.

After calculating the time, there is still half a month left before this mountain can truly be broken through.

Liu Zheng even shook his head with a smile: "This is a good thing; once we reach Liaodong, our Bank can open for business."

Half a month has passed.

Rumble, rumble.

Liu Zheng is actually feeling some anticipation in his heart right now.

With what kind of attitude will that Qiao Yuan welcome him?

The sound of mountain blasting!

Qiao Yuan was furious: "Excessive! This Vice Minister Liu is endless, absolutely endless! Is he not!"

Rumble, rumble.

In Qiao Yuan's palace, this earth-shaking sound rings out occasionally, causing people to cry out in alarm incessantly.

"Great King."

A group of Liaodong officials are already so anxious they are stamping their feet.

The sound of mountain blasting travels along the mountain range, which means that this Vice Minister Liu is getting closer and closer to their palace complex, which is comparable to the Efang Palace.

"Great King, we must think of a Method!"

A group of people look at each other in dismay.

It is clear that the mountain is about to be blasted through.

That Vice Minister Liu is a favored subject of the current Emperor; if he were to see this palace complex in the mountains, I fear this group of people would not be able to withstand the charge alone!

Qiao Yuan stood up with a sinister look on his face, walked over to look at one person, then walked over to look at another, and then sneered coldly: "Think of a Method, go on, you all think of one! Come, come, come, tell me, what Method!"

"Oh?"

Qiao Yuan looks over with a sinister gaze.

Yet they have not thought of a good Method! Are they to be content as fish on a chopping block, waiting to be slaughtered?

Someone suddenly said: "Great King, this subject has a plan."

Rebel?

In Longyan, anyone who says these words will lose their head!

That person knelt on the ground and said: "Great King, matters have reached a moment of life and death; if this mountain is broken through, then none of us will be able to escape! Since that is the case, why don't we rebel!"

The whole room was shocked.

Once these two words were spoken, the air in the room seemed to freeze instantly.

Rebellion.

The Xie Clan has controlled Longyan for thousands of years; apart from those within the Xie Family, truly no one has dared to utter the word "rebellion."

Therefore.

Two hundred thousand troops were wiped out in a single battle!

Three hundred thousand remain.

If one were to speak of the Liaodong Commandery before, when it controlled five hundred thousand troops, then it could certainly have rebelled.

But what about now?

What is this three hundred thousand worth?

Do you want to rebel relying on just these three hundred thousand people?

It sounds like a lot to have an army of three hundred thousand. But what happens when this mountain is blasted open? The three hundred thousand Qingzhou Army can arrive in a few days, and the Jizhou Army and Jinzhou Army are not far away either.

At that time.

That person shuddered all over, covered in cold sweat.

Qiao Yuan watched the person who made the suggestion quietly.

Are you crazy?

"Continue."

"Keep speaking."

Qiao Yuan's gloomy voice rang out.