It's late autumn now, and it's a good time for the fat brothers of the war horses to fight. Pontus began to gather warriors who were ready to attack south, and prepared to go south again to fight his big brother again.

At the same time, the tribes in the south and north of the desert were arranged to circle cattle, sheep and horses according to custom, and prepare to go south with their own army for the winter.

An old man greeted him from afar, arranging his horses, "My king, I have heard that the water and grass in the south are more abundant this year, and the abundant feet can make the sheep get lost. This time, all of our tribes, with a million people and tens of millions of cattle and sheep, will have a peaceful winter, and at the same time, we will be able to help the king suppress the rebellion. When this chaos subsides, we will have a good life. ”

Tightening the reins of the horse, Pontus replied with great joy: "Who says it is not?" I sent someone to find out the situation, and the news was simply encouraging. The autumn grass in the south is high, so that the sheep are lost, you say small, people walk alone in it, disappear in a blink of an eye, tens of millions of cattle and sheep are there, absolutely catch an autumn fat. By then, we will have food for the whole winter. ”

"This is the Immortal Heaven's favor for the king, and it is right for us to follow the king." Then he said fiercely: "That guy in the south insists that we learn from the Central Plains, which is simply against the sky." Look at what those Central Plains people did to us? Let us, our hands with whips, go and take hoes to reclaim the wasteland, where will we? At the same time, we have cultivated our pastures to grow crops, making our ancestors' grasslands as ugly as leprosy. The result? The old man stomped his feet in pain, "The soil is not enough to be palm-thick, and only grass can grow, how can crops be grown." The pasture that can feed 10 sheep is not enough for a bucket of wheat to grow crops, and even the seed money can't be paid, so how can we trust those Central Plains people? ”

Pontus likes to hear such complaints the most, which is the fundamental reason why he is able to raise his arms and respond in groups.

In fact, in his heart, although he was indignant that he did not inherit the throne. But when his father left, out of doting and guilt for himself, he still gave the Mobei grassland to himself, and he didn't have any real resentment. From this point on, some of the rebellious tribes who are now following them have misunderstood themselves.

In fact, the fundamental reason is that his brother Wang has begun to learn from the Central Plains more and more, and many of the decrees he has implemented are simply out of date.

Especially the Han officials who were brought in in the first few years, they were high up and despised their own people, which caused dissatisfaction among the tribes. And what makes them go against the grain, they think that everything in the Central Plains is advanced, and their own things are barbaric. They want to replace their barbaric things with advanced things, and the rest is better to say, it is this one order that has harmed the people of the steppe.

Originally, the soil was barren and the grass was struggling, but they insisted that everyone open up the land to grow crops. As a result, patches of pasture have been cultivated and cultivated. In the autumn, the grain was not harvested, and the reclaimed fields were completely deserted, and in the spring of the second year, even the grass did not grow.

Everyone was distressed, looking at one grassland after another, being spoiled like this, how could they not be hostile to those Han people.

That's why Bendu was able to respond with a loud voice.

Listening to this old man's complaint, Bendu couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "Brother, in fact, my intention is not to seize your throne, but for the sake of the future of our entire Linhu people, I have to stop you from pursuing this policy, and I have to drive you off the throne." ”

With this thought, Bendu's heart suddenly inexplicably remembered a song of the Han people: "Those who know me are worried, and those who don't know me are called what I want, and who is my bosom friend." ”

Just when he was feeling aggrieved, King Zuo Xian rode over and reported loudly to Pontus: "I, King Zuo Xian, am ready, just waiting for the order of Da Dan Yu to go on the expedition." ”

There is no change, no, in fact, it is all imperceptibly, and changes have also been implemented, that is, the army.

He accepted the reform methods of the Zhou people, and in order to win the hearts of the people, he wantonly crowned the tribal leaders who supported him.

Whether it's the Central Plains or the grassland, isn't it the king, then I will make you kings. As a result, Pontus's subordinates have the left and right virtuous kings, the left and right gulee kings, the left, the middle and the right kings, and so on.

But you are the king, of course I am greater than the king, and it also proves that I am more noble than the king of the Central Plains, I am the king of kings, Da Danyu, that is, the meaning of the vast risk, this is the branch of the Xia Dynasty, the king of the Huns who rose in the north of the king.

Does the tide rise, I take a group of the most noble kings of the Central Plains, Nadora Feng.

King Zuo Xian not only has a powerful clan of his own, but also has an extremely respectable status in the current Shan Yuting, which is equivalent to the Shangqing of the Central Plains Sect Zhou, or the help of the princes, well, and the scourge of Lin Hu and Zhao Xing, who deserves death.

"My King Zuoxian, you have been running for a summer, and it is calculated that we will send troops south this time, how many troops will be in total?" Lin Hu asked his subordinates with a smile.

King Zuo Xian proudly reported loudly: "A total of 200,000 troops can be dispatched, and there are no less than 500,000 herdsmen who follow the south, this time, we will definitely be able to completely annihilate the puppet king." ”

Hearing King Zuo Xian call King Lin Hu a pseudo-king, he couldn't help frowning. He didn't frown at such a title, but because he didn't know when, his tribe was also the same as the people of the Central Plains, and added a pseudo-word in front of his enemy, the original king.

This not only sounds uncomfortable, but the most important thing is that Bendu has to worry about the integration of the Central Plains people. Unconsciously, they have imperceptibly carved their habits into the bones of every pure grassland person.

But in fact, he didn't notice that he had sealed the kings, in fact, he had already imperceptibly learned from the Central Plains? This is the fundamental reason why the Zhou people, the later Qin people, and the final Han people can endure hardships for 5,000 years.

"An army of 200,000, a steady stream of 500,000 southbound herdsmen who can become soldiers at any time, can be claimed to be one million, how huge this number is, how bluffing, and how confident my subordinates are. This time, Puppet King, you're dead. Bendu happily flew on his horse, and commanded King Zuo Xian loudly in high spirits: "Go, we will review our 200,000 warriors, and then we will meet the envoys of the Qin State and our allies." Then he beat his horse and galloped across the vast grassland.