In the wild northern desert, many places are still covered with ice and snow, and in winter, it is like a person who is sealed by a quilt in the early morning, unable to get up alive or dead, lingering, and suppressed so that no small flowers and grasses can emerge.

The white ice and snow that had not completely melted, one in the east and one in the west, on the black-gray soil or rocks, like a scab, covered the whole earth, and the blue-green that should have been was very rare.

"Chief, it's not okay to go on like this, the livestock have nothing to eat...... a Xianbei looked at the hungry cattle and sheep pulling the remnants of snow everywhere, "If you can't find a new pasture...... This...... This...... Alas......"

“…… I know, I know ......," a strong man muttered in reply, patting the humble man on the shoulder, "You go around and look around, and then look for any new grass...... I'll go to the high priest and think of a way......"

The Xianbei man stroked his chest, then stepped on a horse, and led two or three people into the distance.

The strong man looked at it, lowered his head and looked at the soil at the bottom of his feet, was stunned for a long time, reached out and grabbed a handful, rubbed it in his hand, and did feel the feeling of fine and sticky soil in his fingers, and seemed to be sure that they were not looking for the wrong place, but that there was no grass growing in this place this year.

The strong man was stunned for a while, sighed, frowned and sprinkled the soil in his hand on the ground, and then walked to a tent painted with colorful colors on the north side of the camp, the pace was very slow, as if a hundred pounds of weight was pressed on his shoulders, just a few steps away, several children laughed and chased from the tent and ran out, one of the big children chased after the small one, and those smaller children only cared about running, did not look at the road, and hit the strong man's leg with a bang, and fell a fart with a bang......

The strong man frowned, pointed to the slightly taller child and said, "Targila, what are you doing!" At this time, I still have the heart to mess around with my younger brothers and sisters! Are you full of food and can hold on? ”

Perhaps the strong man's voice was a little louder, and several children stood up immediately, stiff hands and feet, and looked at them with some horror as if they were frozen by ice and snow.

The child who fell a butt raised his head and saw that the strong man looked bad, holding something tightly with both hands, and suddenly cried in shock and fear.

"Tarjira, why are you chasing him?" The strong man frowned, bent down and reached out to pull up the little boy sitting on the ground, and asked casually.

The older child stumbled, "Mondo...... Mondo picks up bones and gnaws, I'm afraid he'll swallow them...... So, so ......"

The strong man frowned, gently broke the child's hand, and found that within the small palm was an empty leg of mutton bone that had been smashed open and only half of it was left, and he didn't know why a wave of irritability rose in his heart.

"It's not for food! Do you understand? The strong man's voice couldn't help but rise, pointing to the white bone stained with dirt and saying, "Are you stupid?" It's bones! There is no meat left, there is no meat on it, it cannot be eaten! Inedible! ”

"......" the little kid pouted, tears welling up, "...... I, I'm hungry ......"

"......" was silent for a moment, and the strong man took out a little finger-thick dried meat from his arms, tore off a trace and stuffed it into the little boy's mouth, and the little boy immediately covered it with his little hands full of mud, and laughed.

In the hungry eyes of the children around him, the strong man hesitated, did not put away the jerky, but handed it to Targila, "Go, take it and divide it!" Bring your younger siblings! ”

The child who took the lead, Tarjira, hurriedly stepped forward, took the jerky with one hand, and took the little hairy head with snot and tears on his face with the other, and then ran away with a group of children.

The strong man couldn't help but sigh again, he found that he might have sighed more during this period of time than he had in the past year.

"High Priest ......" The strong man lifted the curtain of the colorful tent, walked in, and saluted an old man with gray hair.

The high priest was rummaging through a pile of parchments, and without raising his head, he said, "Sit down...... What kind of tantrum with the child, King Fei Yun, you lost your temper......"

King Fei Yun, the great leader of this Northern Desert Xianbei, nodded and admitted, "Well, I couldn't control it. ”

"The more you are at this moment, the more you must not be confused, the more you must not panic, otherwise the people below will be even more panicked and ......confused," said the high priest, but his eyes were always on the parchment, and he never raised his head.

“…… Actually, High Priest, you are also panicking......" King Fei Yun was silent for a while, and also whispered.

The high priest was looking through the parchment scroll's hand for a moment, and finally raised his head, glared at King Feiyun, and after a while, he let out a long sigh: "Understood...... Is it so obvious......"

King Fei Yun said, "High Priest, you haven't been out of your tent for three days......

"It's been three days?" The high priest was stunned for a moment.

The Xianbei people's way of remembering is the ancient abstract lines and symbols, and the result of this is that each person uses a different way to mark, and even the things they mark may not be able to recall after a long time.

To be able to serve as a priest, must have a talent with excellent memory, but no matter how strong the talent can not resist the invasion of time, after getting older, with the decline of physical function, memory is also declining a little bit, the high priest in order to find a way out and answers, has been in the tent for three days unconsciously, eating, drinking and Lazar has not left.

“…… Help me ......" The high priest moved his legs, only to find that his legs and feet were numb, and he couldn't use his strength at all, so he could only stretch out his hand to King Feiyun, and then bent over in the tent, shaking his legs, and only after half a sound straightened his waist, and said to King Feiyun, "Go out for a walk?" ”

The two of them came out of the tent one after the other, and then walked to the hillside behind the camp, and looked around, and the surrounding tribesmen saw it from afar, and they all stroked their chests and saluted......

Seeing that the clansmen seemed to have regained some vitality, the high priest and King Fei Yun glanced at each other, and both checked some bitterness in each other's smiles. The clansmen were relaxed, and felt that the two people were in the mood to come out and relax, and they must have found a solution to the problem, but in fact, the burden on the two people was heavier.

“…… I looked at all the parchment rolls...... This meadow here is the southernmost ......," the high priest whispered, like white smoke in the cold winter, "...... And the last one in the record......"

"Yesterday," said King Fei Yun, after a pause, "the men sent to contact the King have returned, and they say that the King has agreed that we may go to their pastures, but ...... and hand over half of the livestock......"

"Half!" The High Priest took a breath.

"Or starve, or half." King Fei Yun looked at the sky, and the flesh on his cheeks jumped.

The high priest was silent for a long time before he said, "If you don't go to the king's side now, there are only two ways left...... One went south, and started a war with the Han people in the south, and went to their territory...... The other way is to ...... west."

"To the west?" King Fei Yun turned his head to look at the high priest, "Is there a new pasture to the west?" ”

The high priest shook his head and said, "Because there should be pasture, and there are our true people...... It's just that I don't know, and I can't find out exactly how to get there...... I'm not sure because there are so many things...... It's been so long since many of the parchments have been lost......"

"A real clansman?" King Fei Yun smiled bitterly, "I didn't expect that we still have real clansmen?" Are you sure you are not the same race that is going to give us half our lives, High Priest? ”

"We're not the same as those guys...... From the Huns to the Huns, to the current Murwei people's Tanshi Huai, the king of Budugen...... We seem to be used to it, but ......," said the High Priest faintly, "...... I searched through all the parchment rolls and found one thing...... Although it is not very clear, our Lushui clan is not really surnamed Fuqu, just like our ancestors lived near Lushui and were called Lushui Ministry...... The Huns had an official position in the early days, under the left and right kings, it was called left and right, and our ancestors were one of them, and later took this as their surname...... But do you know what our last name was in the first place? ”

"What's the last name?" King Fei Yun asked.

"?iwet......" The high priest looked to the west and spat out a somewhat strange and quaint syllable. (Note 1 in this chapter)

………………………………

The royal court of the Southern Xiongnu.

At this moment, in this place where Fei Qian originally thought that there should be a big war, a sharp polarization was formed......

When Fei Qian led the army and arrived at the Xiongnu royal court, Yu Fuluo was also like losing half his life, and he was so angry that he almost turned his back on it, the reason is very simple, the great elder took his crippled son, and did not fight to the death, but fled with some strong clansmen, leaving behind the injured cattle, sheep and livestock of the royal court.

Of course, there are also those relatives and people who have escaped death and are crying about the tragic fate of this period of time.

Yes, not all of them were killed, even most of those who were injured were slashed once or twice, maybe some of them could recover after treatment, and some of them would be crippled, and I don't know if the Great Elder got inspiration from his crippled son, including the injuries of many cattle and sheep are on the hooves......

The soldiers of the expedition to the west were elated, or it was not for the fact that it was still based on the face of Yu Fuluo, maybe someone would have carved some handwriting with a knife with "XXX to visit here" to prove that he had trampled the Hun court under his feet.

For Yu Fuluo, either send troops to hunt down the Great Elder, but this means that these cattle, sheep and horses will be understaffed and not adequately cared for, and most of them will probably die eventually; Either they don't chase it, and everyone stays behind to take care of these big animals, but how can Yu Fuluo's evil anger be eliminated? At the same time, not all of them will recover, and some of them and animals will inevitably die from injuries or infections of one or another.

Revenge or survival?

For Yu Fuluo, no matter how he chooses, he is doomed to loss.

After such an internal strife, the whole has been divided into at least three parts, and Yu Fuluo wants to restore the so-called grand occasion of the year, which can basically be said to be a luxury, and it will definitely not be able to get up within one or two generations, let alone make trouble everywhere.

For Fei Qian, at this point, the matter has basically come to an end, and as for whether to hunt down or kill the Great Elder, it is Yu Fuluo's business.

Will this great elder yell that I will come back like a villain in movies and television, is not the focus of Fei Qian's attention at the moment.

Fei Qian's current concerns have diverged a lot, and as his status climbs, he is gradually developing in the direction of the entire strategy......

Yinshan is stable, then it can be used as a granary and a war horse reserve base, and once the scale is formed, just like a strategy game in later generations, Ping A can win casually, who cares that the other party controls three or two dragon riders to flash and dance on the side to play exquisite operations?

"Send some shrewd people to help...... Fei Qian pointed to the Huns who were busy treating cattle and sheep, and said to Zhao Yun, "The Huns are quite capable of dealing with livestock...... Pay attention to how they treat them and what herbs they use......"

Zhao Yun understood, and took the order away.

Fei Qian looked at the busy Huns, and a question suddenly rose in his heart, he had also discussed it with Pang Tong Xu Shu Zaozhi before, but he didn't have direct contact with many Hu people at the beginning, and now that he came to the north, the problem that had been precipitated in his mind for a long time gradually emerged.

The Huns, or these Hu people, seem to be very decisive when they need to abandon the pasture to migrate, and when the Chinese people migrate, it seems that the difficulty is more than ten times greater than that of the Hu people, and the loss seems to be ten times more.

Because of the inconvenient traffic roads?

Because of different lifestyle habits?

Because the conditions of production and living do not allow it?

Because the level of cultural materials is not reached?

At first, Fei Qian also thought that maybe it was this or that reason, but now he understands a little bit, in fact, it is not an external cause, but an internal cause, just because he didn't want to, or he didn't think about it at all......

Are there any more difficulties than the Chinese ancestors who migrated all the way from the source of the Yellow River to the East China Sea, to the West Regions, to South Vietnam, and to North Xinjiang?

Fei Qian vaguely remembers that there were genetic studies in later generations, and then said that it was found that human genes evolved from Africa all the way to migration, so if this is the case, why can people in primitive societies, or even before primitive societies, trek mountains and rivers across continents, but not in the Han Dynasty? Even the dynasty formed by the Han people in the later period was not able to develop much, and even the Ming Dynasty, which went to the West, finally preferred to chisel sea ships and burn sea charts? (Note 2)

So, if you really want to, you can do it!

Fei Qian raised his eyes to look at the sky, looking at the tricolor battle flag fluttering in the sky above his head, as well as the big Han army flag......

Change starts here......

Maybe one day, the banner of the Han family can be planted in every corner of the world!