Although the Yele tribe has few people, its territory is very large.

When the Tang Dynasty established the Yele Grand Governor's Office, in view of its wide area, it set up four banished states, including Yandu, Daman and Yaojian. If we talk about the region alone, the Yele Grand Governor's Office is still worthy of its name.

Yandu is the southernmost state in Yele, and further south is the Snowy Plateau.

If Ye Le is the gateway to resist Tubo, then Yandu is Ye Le's gateway.

After an afternoon of running around, Han Shimei and Yele Town envoy the Right Jinwu Guard General An Fuyan rushed to the Yandu area.

The scout said that there was a village eight or nine miles southeast, but it was all low-rise dirt houses, and it was uncomfortable to live there even when I rushed over. General An decided to camp by the stream and sleep in a tent at night.

Spending overnight outside is common for General An's personal guards and the night watchmen in Yele City. There is no need to deliberately explain the establishment of camps.

Several bonfires were lit soon, some were busy cooking, some were busy setting up tents, some were busy feeding horses, and some were guarding everyone...

Han Shimei and General An sat by the campfire, one ate the newly roasted hot naan bread with tea, and the other ate the roasted mutton with a knife, and the other ate the roasted mutton with a knife, all of which were covered in oil.

"There are mountains there, and it turned out to be Yinai's country, one of the thirty-six countries in the Western Regions. According to historical records, Yinai's country was 125 households, 670 entries, and 350 soldiers were won."

"The population is less than one thousand, can it be called a country?"

An Fuyan subconsciously raised his head and looked in the direction of Han Shimei's finger.

It was just too dark and I couldn't see anything clearly, so I simply buried my head and continued to drink and eat meat.

Han Shimei took a sip of tea and said with a smile: "When Ye Le's country was at its peak, there were only more than 8,000 people and two thousand soldiers. It was not until it joined our Tang Dynasty that the population flourished. Now there are more than 20,000 people, which has doubled."

More than 20,000 people, are there many?

An Fuyan didn't know how to evaluate it, so he raised his knife and pointed it behind him: "Where is there?"

"The plains over there are the former Zhen China, but according to my research, it should be Zhenzhong City, with few people, so it is indeed a bit unreal to say that the country is not worthy of its name."

An Fuyan knew that he had been in the Western Regions for many years. Not only was he full of knowledge, but he was also very familiar with the Western Regions. He could be said to be well-versed in history, and pointed behind him: "It's behind me."

"The general was originally a son-in-law. Like the former Yinai and Zhenzhong, the two countries were annexed by Ye Le. That was the time when Ye Le was the most powerful. However, the good times did not last long. First, they were captured by the Huns, and then by the Turks. Later, what the general knew about became the battlefield between our Tang Dynasty and Tubo. In the past hundred years, we have changed hands four times."

Han Shimei put down the tea bowl and looked at the snow-capped mountains vaguely visible in the distance, feeling worried.

An Fuyan knew that he must be thinking about how long he could defend this time. As the general guarding Yele, he should be worried. But he only had more than 4,000 troops in his hand, and it was almost unlikely that there would be reinforcements. Just worrying was useless.

He didn't want to be very interested because of this, so he simply handed the knife to Han Shimei: "Try it, it tastes good."

"General Xie, I'm used to eating some light food."

"It is said that you follow the customs. You have been in the Western Regions for so many years, but your taste has not changed yet. I really don't know how you came through the seven years of Xiaobolu.

"I don't eat at all, I just eat less."

Han Shimei politely declined his kindness and looked up at the Sogdian guards and night watchmen who were clearly distinguishing themselves in the distance.

When An Fuyan saw him watching, he asked with a smile: "Brother Han, if my personal guard let go of his hands and feet, who would win, would you say that he would win?"

Han Shimei said without hesitation: "Of course they are night watchmen. They are all experienced and can be one for five even when they meet Tubo. The general gallops on the battlefield for so many years, and it is impossible that he can't even see this."

This is not a joke, nor is it a struggle for intention, but the personal guards are indeed not opponents of the Night Watcher.

First, those personal guards were mostly caravan guards before joining the army. Although they began to practice martial arts since childhood, they were still incomparable to the night watchmen who licked blood on the blade.

Secondly, the personal guards have not fought a war for a long time, and the night watchmen hunted horse thieves in the vast sea almost every day. Not only did they develop the ability to kill enemies, but they also had long been indifferent to life and death, unlike those personal guards who still wanted to achieve success and glory and wealth.

"My personal guards really can't win. When they meet Tubo, they can only get one for three."

An Fuyan held the wine bag, thought about it and sighed, "It's a pity that there are too few night watchers. Chief Chen Yishi worked hard for many years and only trained such a few soldiers."

Han Shimei dusted off the cake dregs on her body and sighed: "It is hard to cook without rice. It is not easy for him to rely on the city lord's mansion to train dozens of available soldiers. If the border generals and schoolmen could be like him, why is Ye Le here and why is Anxi here!"

"It's a pity that there is only one Chief Chen."

An Fuyan nodded, then changed the subject: "Brother Han, he is unwilling to go back to Guishu and plans to die in Ye Le. You are different from him. Do you rarely want to go back to Guishu?"

Han Shimei took a deep breath and asked meaningfully: "General, what do you think is the difference between staying in Yele and going to Guishu?"

An Fuyan was stunned for a moment and suddenly reacted: "This is true, whether it is staying in Ye Le or returning to Guishu, it is indeed no different for you."

"So let it go."

"Let the flow, when it comes to letting go, I think of marriage. Brother Han, your Sanlang is about fifteen this year, and my second daughter is fourteen this year, so why don't we get into a family?"

"The dog son is naughty and cannot be worthy of the general's daughter."

"Li Chengye is willing to betroth his daughter to Sanlang, but you refuse. I want to beg him to Sanlang, but you don't want to. Brother Han, you are too cautious in your official position."

"General, don't get me wrong. I really didn't think about that. Besides, I, Han Shimei, are just a small military governor. Do you have so many concerns about my children's marriage?"

An Fuyan stared at him and asked, "Is it because my daughter is a Hu person, because Li Chengye's daughter was born to Hu Ji?"

Han Shimei hurriedly said, "That's even more so. General. Although you and I have only worked together for five years, we have known each other for almost seventeen years. What kind of person is Han Shimei? General knows best."

An Fuyan asked, "What's the reason?"

"He made his own decision on his marriage."

"There is no reason for marriage, the orders of parents, and the words of the matchmaker. Brother Han, you are not joking with me, right?"

"I'm not joking. The general may not believe it. I really don't care about Saburo's marriage, and I don't even care about anything else."

"Why don't care, he is a son!"

"Of course he is my son, but I promised him to live a happy life he likes and marry a woman he likes. He does not seek wealth and honor, as long as he is safe and safe, so how could he be named Ping An."

If you say these words to others, others will definitely not believe them.

But An Fuyan is not someone else. He had met Han Ping'an's mother back then. When Han Shimei said this, he couldn't help but sigh: "Sanlang is really similar to his mother. As the saying goes, he must have a son."

"In a blink of an eye, his mother has been gone for eight years..."

"Brother Han, I know that you and your husband have a deep relationship, but they have already left, and we have to go on this day."

"General Xie thanks for comfort."

Han Shimei took a deep breath and then raised his hand: "General, Sanlang's temperament is his mother. I usually say that he is neglecting to discipline his affairs, but in fact he can't bear it and don't want to take care of it. He always feels that he can see his mother's shadow in him. As a result, because he always doesn't care, he becomes less and less irrelevant and more naughty. If he does something extraordinary in the future, he will ask the general to take care of it."

"Sanlang doesn't want to be my son-in-law, but he is still my nephew whom I watched grow up. Besides, he is just a little lazy, and it's really not a bad person."
Chapter completed!