Chen Zhaohong said, "We must not be careless. The imperial court has just destroyed the Jin Kingdom in the north, and its strength should not be underestimated."

"The Jin Dynasty is a small, foreign country, nothing to worry about." Aliben's face was full of pride. "Do you still remember the Tang Dynasty three hundred years ago?"

Chen Zhaohong and his sons looked at each other in bewilderment.

The Tang Dynasty certainly remembered it; the historical records are clear as day.

"The Tang Dynasty is a very powerful era in your hearts, but it still lost to our warriors. After the battle at Hengluo, they even asked for our help!"

Before Chen Zhaohong could say anything, Aliben continued, "Our warriors are the strongest among men. We have conquered vast fields, rivers, and seas, where there is boundless land that you cannot even imagine."

"So, you tell me that your dynasty destroyed the Xia and Jin kingdoms and conquered the South Seas. But these are all insignificant compared to our conquests."

"If your emperor dares to wage war against us, our warriors will cross the vast seas and the boundless deserts. Our mighty cavalry will surely shatter your land and bring your emperor, officials, and people to their knees."

The Chen father and son remained silent, momentarily stunned by what Aliben had said.

Historical records indicate that the Abbasid Caliphate was indeed very powerful.

Chen Zhaohong was convinced of the power of the Abbasid Caliphate.

He has now openly defied the court and is going against it, with Ali being one of his backers.

Perhaps he didn't believe it wholeheartedly, but rather he was unwilling to doubt it.

In short, he now listens to these foreign merchants' every word.

However, upon hearing from Aliben that only 5,000 people had been mobilized, he felt quite anxious: "5,000 people is indeed too few; we need to increase it to at least 50,000!"

Ali spat inwardly: You old bastard, what do you think the vast ocean is? You think you can just mobilize 50,000 people like that!

Seeing that Chen Zhaohong was still very anxious, he added, "Does Mr. Chen not trust us?"

"I have absolute trust in you all, but what if the dog emperor sends more troops?"

"Leaving aside how many of your officials have taken money from us, does Master Chen even know about the Gaochang Uyghurs you speak of?"

"The Gaochang Uyghurs of the Western Regions?"

“That’s right. Their king, Bilge, has already submitted to us. A powerful cavalry is being organized there. The warriors of the Caliph and the Sultan will stain your northwestern war zone with blood and sword.”

What he said startled Chen Zhaohong. The Gaochang Uyghurs were an ancient kingdom in the Western Regions, and he knew very little about them. The few pieces of information he had were all from some ancient historical books.

Furthermore, Guangzhou is located in Lingnan, and there are not many historical books, let alone a detailed understanding of them.

All he knew was that during the height of the Tang Dynasty, the region was under the jurisdiction of the Central Plains. Later, due to the An Lushan Rebellion, the Western Regions collapsed and were divided into many countries.

The Gaochang Uyghurs were one of the later ones, and their national strength was also very strong.

I don't know anything else.

Seeing that Chen Zhaohong looked confused, Ali thought to himself: These people don't know anything about the situation there. They'll believe anything I say.

Chen Zhaohong said, "The Gaochang Uyghurs are still a thousand miles away from your country, how about it..."

"Sir Chen, the Gaochang Uyghurs, feeling threatened by your Northwest War Zone and realizing their own weakness, submitted to the Karakhanid Khanate. The Karakhanid Khanate is a vassal state of our Seljuk Khanate. Our Caliph and Sultan were furious when they heard that the Song army was committing atrocities on the border, so they mobilized their powerful cavalry to garrison the Gaochang Uyghurs."

The more he spoke, the more surprised Chen Zhaohong became.

"None of you know that the situation in the Northwest is extremely urgent. The Caliph's million warriors are already deployed on the border. Your emperor simply has no time to deal with the affairs of Lingnan!"

Seeing that he had completely intimidated Chen Zhaohong, Aliben continued, "Sir Chen, what are you still hesitating for? Give me the blueprints for manufacturing muskets, and I will help you establish the Southern Yue Kingdom. Our million Seljuk warriors are all your supporters!"

"I have done everything I can to help you. I hope you will show some sincerity in return. The Sultan needs the blueprints for manufacturing muskets!"

"On the day I ascend the throne, I will give you the blueprints for manufacturing muskets."

Seeing that Chen Zhaohong wouldn't act until he saw a tangible benefit, Ali was inwardly furious, but he didn't show it on the surface. Instead, he smiled politely and said, "Sir Chen, I look forward to that day. The Sultan asked me to tell you that we will always be friends. Whatever help you need, we will support you!"

After that, the group began to drink and chat happily.

After leaving the Chen residence, Aliben's smile completely vanished.

"Bribe everyone you can, and use any means necessary to get the musket manufacturing blueprints from Chen Zhaohong!"

"yes!"

He mounted his horse and rode towards his residence.

On the road, he saw many people who had lost everything due to war and robbery. These people were starving and naked, squatting in the corners of the street begging.

Their eyes were numb, and their faces were sallow.

A little girl, about six or seven years old, walked barefoot along the street, her big, teary eyes pleading, "My lord, please give me some food! I haven't eaten for days, please, my lord..."

"Get out of here, you lowly Han Chinese!"

Anmid, mounted on his horse, lashed out with his whip, striking the little girl viciously, knocking her to the ground and leaving a horrifying scar on her body.

An elderly man quickly came over and took the little girl away.

"Grandpa, I'm hungry..." the little girl stammered, her voice both pitiful and heartbreaking.

They were originally a well-off family, but their parents were killed by rebels during the rebellion. The father and son escaped and ended up wandering the streets of Guangzhou.

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