Chapter 419 Pilot Project

Agricultural civilization and nomadic civilization are like two sides of contradiction. There is never real peace between them. War is always the main theme. Even if there is occasional short peace, it is just a rest. It's just that the two sides are accumulating energy to solve each other's problems. The solution of conflicts will eventually have to go to war. Fight, this is the fate of the two civilizations. No matter when it is the case, only when one side completely suppresses the other side can eradicate this contradiction. In Li Xian's view, only in the era of firearms with relatively developed science and technology can the farming civilization truly defeat the nomads and completely assimilate the nomads, although this is Li Xian's. Obviously, the direction of hard work cannot be achieved in a short time. Even if it is the end of his life, he may not be able to see that scene, but Li Xian will not give up the effort that should be done. Even if his hands are covered with blood, Li Xian is also willing.

Not avoiding bloodshed is certainly a necessary condition to solve the problem of nomadic tribes, but it does not mean that killing can solve the problem. The reason is very simple. If you kill all the people, it will certainly solve the internal worries, but where should Li Xian find the human resources he wants? It is obviously impossible to expect Guanzhong immigration. It is difficult to release another group of tribes into Hexi. Isn't the previous bloody killing useless? In this sense, although things have to be done, they can't be done indiscriminately. There must be a pilot before the scheduled plan can be pushed forward step by step. In this regard, Li It seems that he has a general consideration. The first step is to bring out Ning Gusi, the head of the Sala tribe, who was captured in the Battle of Hezhou, from the prison.

"Kneel down!"

For the rebels, the Tang army has always been deeply disgusted. The two guards of the King's Mansion, who escorted Ning Gusi to the hall, were no exception. They rudely kicked Ning Gusidu's legs heavily, and kicked Ning Gusidu and fell to the ground with a howling.

"Oh, spare my life, forgive my life..."

After nearly two months of prison career, Ning Gusi has lost a circle of the boss. Although he has not reached the position of bones, his deeply sunken cheeks, his white and blue face, and even his messy beard all show the hardships of life in prison. The unlucky Ning Gusi has long lost his former life. The only thing that remains unchanged about the femme is his pair of slippery thief's eyes. While begging for mercy, he secretly looks at the people in the hall. The fast-turning eyes are full of complex expressions, with both fear and expectations, and more cunning suspicion.

"Look up!"

As soon as he saw the look of Ninggu Sidu, Li Xian couldn't help but feel a sense of disgust in his heart. However, then again, that is, people with such a personality, are the right person to implement the pilot plan. For the purpose of big things, such a little disgusting feeling is not a big deal. Of course, If you want him to do things obediently, it is naturally impossible without a little skill. This is not difficult for Li Xian. The evil spirit on Li Xian's body is already very big. A little bit is enough to make Ning Gusi tremble.

"Ah, ah, yes, yes, adults spare my life, adults spare my life, small, small..."

Ning Gu Sidu was secretly guessing Li Xian's identity. He was stimulated by this sound and suddenly shivered. As soon as he felt the blood and evil spirit from Li Xian's body, he immediately panicked. Not only did he not dare to look up, but he completely lay on the ground and asked for it one after another. Rao.

"Ret read!"

Li Xian didn't bother to listen to Ning Gusidu's nonsense at all. He waved his hand and squeezed out a word in a cold voice.

"No! Ninggu Sidu, male, forty-two, the head of the Sala clan. On September 13 of the third year of Xianheng, he colluded with the Tubo thief army, and secretly sent 233 spies to sneak into the city of Panhan, trying to deal with each other inside and outside. He was recognized by our Tang garrison, and annihilated all his spies. On September 14..."

As soon as Li Xian's voice fell, a guard standing on the side stood up, holding a thick case in his hand, and read out the crimes of Ning Gu Sidu one by one.

"Zhuang Assassin, according to the law of the Tang Dynasty, how to deal with people who commit such crimes?"

Li Xian didn't even look at Ning Gusi, who was trembling. He tilted his head and asked Zhuang Mingyi, the new assassin of Hezhou, slowly.

"In the words of Your Highness, behead and destroy the clan!"

Zhuang Mingyi did not hesitate at all. As soon as Li Xian's voice fell, he had given the answer.

"Ah, no, no, Lord Zhuang, the little ones are all forced, Lord Zhuang, for the sake of your and my friendship for many years, you can help the little one, and the little one will kowtow to you..."

Ning Gusi is not a hero who ignores life and death. Hearing the word "extermination", he was immediately stunned. After a sudden trembling, he immediately woke up and thought that he had had a lot of dealings with Zhuang Mingyi in previous years, which was a bit of wine and meat friendship. Then he knelt up straight and walked to Zhuang Mingyi's body. In front of him, he stretched out his hands and went to hug Zhuang Mingyi's thigh.

"Alas, Lao Ning, it's not that I refuse to help you. Look at what you have done this time. The crime of treason, not only will you die, but also the whole Sara clan will have to die. Who can help you except Your Highness?"

As a person in the "Mingyi", Zhuang Mingyi knew the purpose of the scene in front of him. He saw that Ning Gusi climbed over, and then quietly took a step back, avoided Ning Gusi's hug, sighed, and expressed his powerlessness with emotion. At the same time, He quietly clicked out Li Xian's identity.

"Your Highness? Ah, His Royal Highness, please spare my life. The little one is willing to be a cow and a horse to repay your great kindness. I beg you to raise your hand, and I will spare the little Manchu. Your adult doesn't care about the villain. The little one kowtowed for you. Please raise your hand, please..."

Ning Gusi can become the head of the Sala tribe. He is not a fool. At this time, how could he not know that the powerful young man sitting in the head of Xiaogao was the famous king Li Xian? He was shocked and couldn't get close to Zhuang Mingyi anymore. He crawled back to the hall on his knees, kowtowed a few times, and begged bitterly. Come on.

Li Xian did not open his mouth in a hurry, but looked at Ning Gu Sidu coldly. His cold eyes were full of unconcealed murderousness. Ning Gusi was panicked, and his begging for mercy was getting lower and lower. At the end, there was no sound at all, but he looked at Li Xian with fear, a pitiful little look.

"Ning Gu Sidu, you are so bold that you dare to eat inside and out and say, what's wrong with me in the Tang Dynasty? An dares to hook up with the Tubo thief. Hey, do you think the knife is not fast, huh?" Seeing that Ning Gusi was not angry, Li Xian snorted slowly and asked indifferently.

"Your Highness is angry, Your Highness is angry. Although the little one is fascinated by ghosts, it can't do anything about it. The small tribe is close to Tuyuhun and can't escape the attack of the plague on the grassland. The tribe lost nearly half of the cattle, sheep and horses. It really can't go on. The small one is also anxious to the government, but... Alas, this matter Zhuang The adult knows that the little one has gone countless times before and after, but he has gained nothing. In order to spend this winter, the little one..."

As soon as he talked about hooking up with the Tubo army, Ning Gusi's already bitter face was a little more bitter, and he pushed all the blame on the government's inaction in disaster relief.

"Huh? Lord Zhuang, is it really the matter?

Li Xian raised his eyebrows, and there was a trace of surprise on his face. He suddenly turned his face and asked Zhuang Mingyi in a bad tone.

"Your Highness, the subordinate did receive a letter from Ning Gu Sidu, and he had already reported it to the former Yao Assassin's Office, but he didn't get the approval of Yao Assassin, so this matter was over."

Zhuang Mingyi was a Sima from Hezhou at the beginning, and he knew the context of this matter - Ning Gusi did submit an article, and he also asked for the disaster. For this reason, Zhuang Mingyi sent someone to the Ministry of Sala to understand the disaster situation, but found that the disaster situation of the Ministry was not as tragic as described in the submission, and the loss was no more than nine cows. Mao just can't reach the standard of disaster at all. It's just that Ning Gusi wanted to make some money by using this, so he rejected the submission. Zhuang Mingyi had already reported this matter to Li Xian, but for the need of acting, Zhuang Mingyi simply put all the responsibility on Yao Wangshu, who had defected to the enemy.

"Well, that's it. That's also a reason. Unfortunately, the national law is ruthless. This fact alone is difficult to forgive the great crime of treason, and one of yours still can't escape the punishment of death. What can you do?" Li Xian looked at Ning Gusidu with regret, shook his head and sighed for a long time.

"Ah, no, no, Your Highness, please be graced. The little one can do everything. I just want you to let go of my Sarah family, please..."

Ning Gusi still had to die as soon as he heard it. At that time, he collapsed and lay on the ground, begged bitterly, and his nose and tears were all over his face.

"That's all. God has the virtue of a good life. You have committed a heinous crime. There is no forgiveness. However, I can't bear to destroy the whole family. I'm trying to be impeached and try my best to wait for Paul to live." Li Xian seemed to sigh with great embarrassment and made a promise.

"Thank you for your grace, thank you for your grace, the little one should always remember the great kindness of your highness, and no longer dare to do unjust things, the little one can swear to heaven, always be loyal to the Tang Dynasty, and never rebel, if you violate this oath, heaven and earth will be destroyed! The little..." Ning Gusi had already thought that he would die. When he heard that Li Xian opened his golden mouth, he immediately became excited, full of curses, and was ecstatic.

"Enough! Thank you? Thank you very much. With such a big risk, you can do something with such a light spell. I'm afraid it's not such a cheap thing in the world.

Before Ning Gusi could finish his words, Li Xian suddenly patted the copywriting, rudely interrupted Ning Gusidu's words, smiled ferociously, and curled his lips with disdain.

"Ah, small, small..."

Hearing Li Xian's words, Ning Gusi was stunned again. He stared at Li Xian and couldn't figure out what kind of medicine was sold in the master's gourd in front of him...