Regarding what Han Ke said, Duan Zhong actually didn't have much interest. After all, in Duan Chong's opinion, these Han people in the Xiongnu king's tent are just because they haven't spoken to the people in their hometown for a long time, and they have a certain nostalgic feeling in their hearts, and they want to find someone of the same kind to communicate with. Unfortunately, however, Duan Zhong was not from the Central Plains, nor was he either of the Northern Liang or the Southern Liang. This was unexpected by Han Ke, so apart from introducing himself, there should be no topic for the two sides to continue to communicate. Duan Chong's answer to Han Ke's words was very short and clear, the meaning is very simple, I am tired and sleepy, if you finish speaking, you can leave, if you want to find a fellow countryman to catch up with the old days, sorry, you found the wrong person.

However, Han Ke did not say anything about the eviction order given by Duan Chong, but sat down in this narrow tent very indifferently. Duan Zhong sighed, reached out and touched his nose: "You know, you are the brain of the Huns, and I am just a small slave, don't you think something is wrong with you staying in a slave's tent?" ”

Han Ke smiled faintly: "When I first came, I was also a slave like you. It's just that 20 years have changed my identity. So when you stay here for a long time and you can play your part, you can also get some rights here like I did. ”

Duan Zhong spat a mouthful: "What you said, I don't want to donate my life to this grassland, I still have a wife waiting for me to go home." ”

Han Ke shook his head: "When I was arrested back then, I thought exactly the same as you. I have not only a wife, but also three children. I tried four or five times to escape, but each time I was caught, and I gradually lost my thoughts. So I advise you to look at it, this Hun king's tent is not to come and leave when you want. I know that you are the general of the Northern Liang, and I have heard about your great achievements on the prairie in the past month, but since you are here now, it means that you are nothing at this moment. Here, you can't even compare to an ordinary herdsman. The most important thing is to recognize where you are now. ”

Duan Chong sighed, this Han Ke came to talk to him at length in the middle of the night, Duan Chong didn't believe that this person was here to talk to him about life and ideals. So he touched his nose: "Just say what you want to say, I don't like to beat around the bush, and besides, I still want to sleep." If you're just here to chat, we can find another time. ”

Han Ke was stunned, he didn't expect Duan Zhong to speak so directly, and he was silent for a long time before saying, "I need you to stand in line!" ”

"Take sides?" Duan Zhong touched his nose, what was the situation.

"Do you know how many Central Plains people are in the tent of the Hun king, or ...... Liang people? ”

Duan thought for a while: "Ten? ”

Han Ke smiled faintly and shook his head slightly: "There are hundreds of people." Every year, the Xiongnu raiding team will bring back a lot of people, and in the end, some useful ones will be selected to send to the Xiongnu's royal tent to do things for the Xiongnu. Among them, there are merchants, scholars, strategists, and wise men, and if they do well, they can live here in peace and stability, but if they do not do well, they will lose their heads. Rao is like this, and there are hundreds of Central Plains people in the king's tent. And the reason why I said I want you to stand in line is because these more than 100 Central Plains people are not sharing weal and woe, but on the contrary, they are divided into two camps, opposing each other and excluding each other. Looking at Duan Chong's puzzled eyes, Han Ke smiled bitterly before continuing, "Of course, it's not that we Central Plains people are not united, it's that Uwei Shan doesn't like to see the Central Plains people hugging each other, so we can only divide into two camps to attack each other. Over time, it became a habit, and I didn't know why we were going to attack each other, but we had to do it. And every newcomer to the Central Plains, according to the rules, must choose a camp as soon as possible and stand on his feet, so I came to you. You are the general of Beiliang, if you are willing to do a good job, you will definitely be valued by Shan Yu, so I hope you will join us on our side! ”

Duan Zhong touched his nose, the Chinese have been like this since ancient times, they like to fight in the nest. And outsiders especially like to watch the Chinese fight in the nest. If the Chinese themselves don't fight, outsiders will not be happy, so you have to think of the law to let you fight. Of course, this also indirectly illustrates a problem: once the Chinese are united, the power they can burst out is extremely terrifying. If according to what Han Ke said, there are hundreds of Liang people in the account of the Hun king, then it means that a large part of the power of the Huns is in the hands of these people, once condensed, it is also an extremely terrible force, if no one is restrained, it is indeed an extremely terrible thing to burst out. The Xiongnu did not want to see such a situation, so they needed the Central Plains people to do something else, such as infighting.

So at this moment, Duan Zhong already had some admiration for the head of Xiongnu Shan Yu. Of course, this does not rule out that it was Liang Ren's idea. So he shook his head: "This is really an extremely sad thing. Living under someone else's control isn't something I like, so I can only say that I'm sorry to say that you're going to be disappointed today! "To be honest, what Duan Chong hates the most is infighting and disunity, for his subordinates, Duan Chong has always been the same, working together in line with the principle of unity, infighting has always been hated. Therefore, Duan Zhong was not interested in Han Ke's warm invitation at all, as for Han Ke's status in the camp of the Central Plains, or whether these two camps were strong or weak, he was really not interested at all. If Han Ke came over today to discuss his escape plan with him, Duan Zhong would really be interested in being an ancient version of Max Cofield.

Han Ke looked at Duan Chong, shook his head a little helplessly, and smiled: "I know that you may find it difficult to accept such an abrupt coming to you for a while. The reluctance to join either side is also entirely understandable. So I hope that until you have thought it through, at least you will not join the outside party. With that, he stood up and looked at Duan Zhong, "You still have a few days to think." But before Shan Yu comes back, I hope you can stand your own line, so that you can save a lot of trouble. Saying this, he took out a sign from his arms and threw it to Duan Chong. Duan Zhong was stunned: "What is this?" "The brand alone can save you a lot of trouble in the king's tent. Put it away and don't lose it, it's not something you can get your hands on casually! With that, he sighed and walked out. Duan Zhong touched his nose, he was not unappreciative of the other party's overtures. At least the gift that the other party gave him, he still accepted it. As for whether to add or not, Duan Zhong doesn't have this idea at least now. I have just come to the king's tent of the Huns, and I don't know anything about this place, and it is inevitable to come into contact with these Central Plains people. According to Han Ke, as long as he behaves better in front of the Huns, his life will not be so sad. However, he is still very impatient, he has been the master for a lifetime, and when he comes to the grassland, he has to be someone else's slave and slave, and this sense of gap is very huge. Although Duan Zhong is a very adaptable person, he still feels very uncomfortable psychologically. However, this Han Ke is gone, and for Duan Chong, the first thing at the moment is to sleep and rest, and he doesn't want to care about it even if it's a big thing.

Duan Chong didn't have any skin injuries on his body, but the internal injuries were very serious. Only Duan Zhong himself could perceive how serious this injury was, at least it was unrealistic to want to use force during this period of time. The most important thing is that Duan Chong has no medicine on his hands, he can only rely on his own physique to recover slowly, and what he can recover into depends on the will of heaven. But even by the most optimistic estimates, it is unlikely that it will return to the level of its heyday without medicine. Duan Chong's body is like a rotten wood full of holes, full of moths constantly eating away at the body, which is the result of not resting but being stimulated when he needs to recuperate the most. What's even worse is that Duan Chong can't concentrate on using his skills to heal his wounds, and now his mind is full of killing intent, which is the consequence of Duan Zheng's murderous sword, which will affect people's minds. So apart from sleeping, Duan Zhong didn't have anything else to do. At the same time as Duan Chong's snoring sounded, a figure quietly appeared in Duan Chong's tent and gently placed something next to Duan Chong's bed. Then he stood quietly, maybe thinking about something, maybe listening to the sound of snoring, who knows? And when Duan Zhong wakes up tomorrow morning, he will find that he has an extra bag of wound medicine next to his bed. The figure stood quietly for a moment, and finally let out a faint sigh and turned out of the tent. As soon as Ran Er got out of the tent, a figure blocked the door again, and Wu Shilu's thick and deep voice sounded: "Sister Wang, after you came back, something is abnormal, is it related to this slave?" Princess Soyali's voice rang out: "Brother Wang, you think too much, I'm just tired of it." "Don't lie to me, after all these years, don't I know what you're thinking?" Suoyali waved his hand: "Brother Wang, needless to say, I'm tired, go back and rest first." After speaking, he ignored Wushilu, who was standing in the night, and turned to leave.

The night on the grassland is extremely cold. And it is this cold night that is destined for some people to sleep deeply, and some people to have difficulty sleeping. Duan Zhong turned over, his snoring was still deep, and in Shuofang County, thousands of miles away, some people were tossing and turning.

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