Chapter 1303: Carrying on the Past and Opening up the Future (One Hundred and Ninety-Three) The King on the New Land

A black palace stands in the center of Shule City, even taller than the city wall in the distance. Its architectural style is completely different from other houses in the city. It is unique, but it overlooks the entire Shule City like a crane among chickens.

Wang Jian stood at the highest point of the palace, overlooking the city below. All of this is now his. Not only Shule, but also the area with Shule as the center, thousands of miles in radius, is now under his control. A few years ago, the Han army forced them into the desert. Tens of thousands of troops struggled all the way in the desert. In the end, only more than 10,000 people set foot on this land. What greeted them was not flowers and wine, but the attack of the coalition forces composed of countless foreign races. After a bloody battle, these Qin troops who struggled out of the desert established their king status on this land with blood and sacrifice, so that the city-states on this land had to admit their existence, but that was only the poorest area at the edge of the desert.

A year of respite allowed Wang Jian to recover his vitality. During this year, he vigorously rectified other tribes in this area and brought them under his rule. A powerful army emerged. In another year, he marched forward and defeated other city-states around him, expanding his rule step by step to the current area.

There were only five or six thousand Qin troops left who crossed the desert with him, but now they are Wang Jian's powerful arm to control this area.

This area originally practiced a more backward slavery system. In Qin, slaves were not a new thing. Many people who committed crimes would be demoted to slaves, but here, except for the nobles. It was the pattern of slaves, which surprised Wang Jian, but he had no intention of changing this situation. For him, this situation was more conducive to his rule.

Those farmers and craftsmen who were slaves, and the army composed of slaves, were too docile. As long as they killed their masters, they claimed the right to them. These slaves will bow down to you, and if you treat them a little bit better, they will be grateful to you.

The remaining 5,000 Qin soldiers are now the slave owners of this vast area. Even those injured and crippled soldiers will own a piece of land and a varying number of slaves. They are the most effective tools for Wang Jian to control this area.

The current Wang Jian. Can gather tens of thousands of fully armed soldiers in a very short time. In addition to the 30,000 standing troops under his control, those newly promoted slave owners can provide their own weapons in wartime. War horses, lead their slave soldiers, and appear under his command.

For this area, Wang Jian is their heaven. The previous rulers, under his steel knife, all became dead. The remaining ones also fled far away, and it seems that they no longer pose a threat to Wang Jian, but Wang Jian does not feel relieved at all, because he knows very well that there is a sharper knife behind him, threatening his safety at all times.

This knife,

is the Han Kingdom on the other side of the desert.

If I can cross the desert, then they can too. Compared to my desperate situation at that time, if the Han Kingdom wants to come, they must be fully prepared. Wang Jian, who has fought with the Han Kingdom for many years, is very clear about the Han Kingdom's strong mobilization capabilities and unparalleled logistics supply capabilities. It seems that the only thing he can rely on is this vast desert, but will the desert really become an obstacle for the other side?

Driven by this mentality, Wang Jian deployed all his most important generals and the most powerful forces on the edge of the desert. Of his 30,000 standing troops, 20,000 were assembled in Niya and Yining on the border, in order to resist the Han army that might rush over from there at any time.

Another year has passed, and his control over this area has been very stable. The arrival of the Qin people brought advanced farming techniques. Most of the Qin troops under his command were farmers before they joined the army. Now, they have become slave owners and own a large piece of fertile land. Naturally, they will devote themselves to this land. Advanced farming techniques and hardworking slaves have created a lot of wealth.

But trouble finally came this year. Unexpectedly, Wang Jian did not expect that the trouble came from the Han Kingdom in the south, but from the north. Groups of enemies dressed in black, riding war horses or camels, and wielding scimitars rushed to his territory like locusts. At first, there were not many people, and they were easily annihilated. But after eliminating these people, it was like poking a hornet's nest. More such enemies began to gather from the north and launched an attack on his territory.

Three months ago, he gathered 20,000 troops and fought a great battle in Kangju City. Although he won the battle, the cruelty of the war still makes him feel terrified. These black knights rushed to his battlefield like crazy, wave after wave. Even though their bodies piled up into a wall of corpses in front of his arrow formation, these people threw their lives into his formation, and then there was a tragic hand-to-hand fight. After the battle, tens of thousands of invading black people were all wiped out outside Kangju City, but his own losses also reached tens of thousands.

Although he won the final victory, this battle also hurt Wang Jian's vitality, and what worried him more was the details of these enemies.

From the captured captives, he learned that these black knights came from a country called Dashi. Their supreme leader was called Caliph. They were just a group of expelled people who failed to compete for the supreme leader in Dashi. They were homeless and could only come all the way south. They accidentally discovered this fertile territory. They originally wanted to occupy this land as their new territory, but they didn't expect Wang Jian to come one step ahead of them.

The information he got shocked Wang Jian a little. When he was in Daqin before, he never thought that the world was so big and there were so many forces beyond their imagination. This group of black knights that made him difficult to deal with were just a group of stray dogs. If the winner in the mouths of the captives, the Caliph, came with a large army, what could he do to resist?

As an equally ambitious general, Wang Jian naturally knew that a wider territory was the endless pursuit of every superior, and no king would be satisfied with the current achievements. If they didn't know about their territory before, then these black-clad men who escaped back would definitely bring back this information. Perhaps soon, more black-clad knights would follow.

The madness of these people's fighting made Wang Jian, who had experienced hundreds of battles, tremble a little. Even if there was only one person left, this person would wave his scimitar wildly, howling loudly in a language they couldn't understand, and launch a desperate attack on them.

This is a group of lunatics.

In the following days, Wang Jian sent countless spies to the north, and the news they brought back made Wang Jian even more frightened. It was a country with a combination of politics and religion, and its strength was not inferior to that of the Qin Dynasty in its heyday. Wang Jian was not unfamiliar with the combination of politics and religion. When Li Ru was in power, the Qin State strictly prohibited religion from interfering with the royal power. Anyone who had such a person had become a ghost under the knife. Religion can make people become unlike human beings. This is Wang Jian's cognition.

With his current ability, it is impossible to resist the massive attack of the Arabs. The only possibility to keep his current fruits is to seek external aid.

But he has no external aid to find.

It was at this time that Lu Chao's envoy finally found him. From this envoy, Wang Jian learned about the current situation in the Central Plains. What made him feel disappointed was that the Han Kingdom was becoming more and more powerful, while his homeland, the Qin, was becoming weaker and weaker, and was about to fall into the brink of civil war.

The envoy did not hide Lu Chao's current thoughts and what Lu Chao wanted to do.

Although three years is not a long time, it seems like a century to Wang Jian, so long that he almost forgot what his homeland looked like. In the past three years, what he had to do every year was how to make himself struggle to survive and live better on this land. The memory of the past has long been blurred.

Return to Qin? This idea has long disappeared. If he can defend this territory, he will live better here. What else can the Qin give him? Or, what did they give him?

However, the arrival of this envoy gave Wang Jian a life-saving straw at some point. If Lu Chao succeeded, if he could revive a powerful Qin State, then, or he could become a powerful foreign aid for himself. At that time, he could use their power to keep his current territory.

He did not reject the envoy, but gave him a warm reception and full of promises, but he had not made up his mind until now. If he really went to support Lu Chao, even if it was just to contain the Han army, he would provoke the giant Han. Is it really worth it?

The powerful neighbor in the north had just won the highest position in the country. It would take two or three years to sort out the internal affairs and completely grasp the power, and he only had two or three years of breathing time. But his current strength, no matter how carefully he prepared, could not withstand the surging black cavalry at that time.

Wang Jian sighed, stood up and closed the window.

In the empty hall behind him, hurried footsteps sounded.

"General, General Niya Huang has sent a message on horseback, saying they have captured the envoy from the Han Kingdom." A personal guard came hurriedly and reported loudly.

Wang Jian turned around suddenly. Han Kingdom, Gao Yuan, you finally know of my existence, have you finally come? (To be continued...)