Regarding the idea of ​​the Uighur Autonomous Region, Xi Yunfei only proposed a concept, and the remaining implementation and laws were left to Li Shimin's people to deal with. Li Shimin was very helpful. At least in some aspects, Xi Yunfei still respected him very much.

For this reason, after seeing Xueya and Zhi's lack of thought, Li Shimin said goodbye and returned to Chang'an. After all, it was a major project to resettle tens of thousands of people. Li Shimin was afraid that there would be any accidents and planned to personally supervise the construction of the autonomous region.

At the same time, Xie Yingdeng and his group, Cheng Yaojin, Qin Qiong, Li Ji, and Pei Mingli, who had just arrived in Khotan, got together.

In the conference room converted from the Zen temple, Cheng Yaojin sat casually, holding a bottle of Feitian Moutai in his hand and blew it in his mouth. This was a benefit that Xi Yunfei specially sent. In addition to wine, there were also a large amount of medicines, which were good things that could not be bought in this era.

After taking a sip of the wine, Cheng Yaojin burped happily and said, "That big bird..."

"What a big bird, it's a little gentler, it's called a transport plane." Li Ji interrupted him.

Cheng Yaojin smiled and said, "Yes, yes, the transport plane is really a good thing. Not only is that guy flying at a fast speed, he can also carry a lot of cargo. His body is so smaller than an airship, but he doesn't know how much better than an airship."

"It's good, it's just that driving is too difficult. I haven't figured out what those buttons are for for a long time." Qin Qiong interrupted.

Xie Yingdeng raised his glass, smiled at him, and said, "Don't say you don't understand, I found a few team members with the strongest learning ability to go there, but I didn't understand what was going on for three months. I almost crashed several times when I landed, and the nose of the plane was broken twice."

Pei Mingli sat aside and smiled without saying a word.

At this time, Cheng Yaojin's face suddenly changed and he said in a deep voice: "Now the supplies are still complete. Do you think we are... continuing to move westward?"

Qin Qiong was stunned for a moment and looked at Xie Yingdeng. Li Ji was also silent. He glanced at Pei Mingli, and saw that he was silent, he tentatively said: "Master Pei, what message did you have to bring to you this time?"

Seeing everyone looking at him, Pei Mingli shook his head with a smile: "Generals, don't look at me like this. Langjun didn't ask me to bring anything... However, I actually know that if I don't say some words, Langjun wants to reopen the Silk Road. Now isn't it?"

Cheng Yaojinbao opened his eyes wide, picked up the wine bottle and drank it all in one go. After drinking it, he dropped the bottle heavily on the table and said, "Since that's the case, what else can I hesitate? Let me lead two thousand men to set off again, and this time I will fight to Persia... Well, there is also Tianzhu."

He said carelessly: "I want to see how many monks there are there. I'm worried that no one will build the road."

Li Ji gave him annoyed look and said, "Don't be careless after drinking. This matter has not been mentioned yet. You have to send a message back and ask. You have to think clearly that all the expenses of our westward movement this time are not expenses of the imperial court."

Qin Qiong nodded and advised Cheng Yaojin: "Zhijie, Mao Gong is right. This matter cannot be concluded for the time being. At present, we can only gain 20% of all the benefits, and the remaining 80% are from the Chamber of Commerce and those merchants."

Pei Mingli raised his legs and crossed his legs. This is the sitting position that people in Shuofang are basically in charge. It was inherited from Erlang, the Xi family, so it was named.

He said: "The benefits that General Qin said are not important to me. The Chamber of Commerce of Shuofang was not concerned about. This time the Western Army expedition, the Chamber of Commerce did not pay much, but instead made a lot of profits. The Langjun has already said that it would be a big deal to make people talk, and all the benefits are used to strengthen infrastructure."

When Cheng Yaojin heard this, he slapped the table and made the wine bottles and glasses pour over the table. "It's still Erlang's grandeur. The 20% profit of the Chamber of Commerce is quite good. I'm asking me to just raise the money from the Golden Buddha in the temple, which is enough for us to fight for ten days and half a month."

Xie Yingdeng sat aside and listened while watching, and helped up a bottle of wine that was being slapped by Cheng Yaojin, and said with a smile: "Actually, we don't spend much money on guns and ammunition this time. We purchased more than 80% of the ammunition from Langjun. Even if we don't replenish it, it's enough to hit the West Sea."

The West Sea is the Caspian Sea in later generations. To the West Sea is equivalent to the Byzantine doorstep. In the eyes of Xie Yingdeng and others, it was already the territory of the Persian Empire. As soon as he finished speaking, the breathing of several people in the Zen room became rapid.

The only calmer person present was Pei Mingli. He was not very interested in these fights and killings. His only purpose was to complete the tasks assigned to him by Xi Yunfei and Ma Zhou. Of course, as a Han Chinese, he would still feel proud and proud when he could see his own nation's army fight so far.

In an afternoon, several people discussed the topic of continuing to move westward in this Zen temple.

And outside the city of Yutian, an airport under construction.

Zhuge Yanqi was having a good chat with Mu Feng, who was sent to protect her. The two boarded the transport plane and began a routine route reconnaissance mission.

After the transport plane took off, it first flew around the city of Khotan and then gradually flew westward.

Under Zhuge Yanqi's teachings, Mu Feng has roughly mastered some flight techniques, and has also shouldered the responsibility of the co-pilot to view various instruments and data for Zhuge Yanqi.

Just as the transport plane flew west about two hundred miles, a large number of people suddenly appeared in the green grass on the ground.

Mu Feng, holding a telescope, discovered this strange army at the first time. The transport plane in the flight was only more than 1,000 meters high and was also discovered by the marching on the ground. It is not difficult to see from the orderly formation changes of the opponent's side that this is a well-trained cavalry army...

Zhuge Yanqi frowned and looked at Mu Feng, and asked in shock: "Brother Mu, should these people go to Yutian City?"

Mu Feng nodded slightly. After professional military training, he had already discovered that the direction of the army was in the city of Khotan. "This is a bad person. I didn't expect that we encountered such a good thing as soon as we arrived here."

"What should I do next?" Zhuge Yanqi instinctively adjusted the flight altitude to two thousand meters and asked: "Return now?"

Mu Feng lay on the glass window and looked down. His dark cheeks were hot in the sun. At this time, a terrible smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He looked back at Zhuge Yanqi and said, "Before you go back, let's give them a surprise."

Zhuge Yanqi was stunned.

I saw Mu Feng take out a grenade from his backpack behind him and laughed: "You fly to an altitude of about 200 meters in a while. I'll shake them one. Remember not to fly too high, otherwise the grenade will explode before it lands..."
Chapter completed!