"So by that logic, even if we get it, it's a tree without roots?" Zhang Song frowned. "In that case, we'd be somewhat constrained by the Kushan."
"That problem does exist, but right now we don't have the strength to deal with the entire Kushan Empire." Qin Mi shook his head. "What I mean is, we accept Kushan's tribute first, and we talk about other matters later."
"That's all we can do. At present we're really out of reach when it comes to the Kushan. Building a road from Chengdu to here is more important than anything else." Cheng Ji spoke with a bit of a headache. "I think we might end up garrisoned here long-term."
"A long-term garrison is fine. It'll deter the Kushan, and we also need a massive amount of information on them right now—whether cultural, political, or military. Our understanding of the Kushan is almost nil." Zhang Song tapped the table lightly, his expression grave.
