Hu Chuquan shouted and asked, as if he was maintaining his last dignity.

Yan Xing didn't answer his question, but came to Hu Chuquan with Yu Fuluo's Shan Yu Jin Knife, and before Hu Chuquan could speak again, he was already carrying a knife wind and slashed down with his arm.

The blade split the rope between Hu Chuquan's hands, Yan Xing removed the blade, and moved to bring a wooden coffin from the top of the case, which contained fresh cheese, and the wooden coffin was slowly handed to Hu Chuquan.

"This is the cheese of your steppe."

The fierce light in Hu Chuquan's eyes moved from Yan Xing's face to the wooden coffin in his hand, he hesitated a little, but he thought of the skillful technique of the other party who had just chopped the knife, as well as the enemy soldiers who were holding troops outside the tent, but Hu Chuquan, who was untied from his hands, still gave up the futile resistance in his heart after weighing.

If the other party wants to kill himself, he doesn't need to use a piece of cheese.

Hu Chuquan thought so in his heart, and directly moved his numb arm, and then reached out to take the wooden cheese from Yan Xing's hand, and as soon as he tilted his neck, he swallowed all the fresh and thick cheese of the wooden tree into his stomach.

"Ahh After a long battle, he hadn't eaten for a long time, and his lips were already dry, let out a long sigh of relief.

However, he quickly suppressed his voice, as the other hand of the enemy general who had handed the cheese pressed the blade of the golden knife against his throat.

Hu Chuquan looked at the golden knife in front of him, smiled bitterly, and his tone revealed a desolation.

"It's a happy thing to be able to drink the cheese of your own cattle and sheep before you die!"

Yan Xing looked at the stout Hun man and began to ask his first question.

"Your brother is gone, and his guards put on his coat and brought his golden sword, and led his pursuers away for him, but he also left his tribe and you behind."

Hu Chuquan understood Chinese, he snorted coldly and did not answer.

The Huns were unfavorable in attack and never ashamed to flee. Therefore, it pursues profit, like a collection of birds; Its defeat and disintegration are scattered.

Huvro is fierce in command, but once the situation is irreversible, he will withdraw faster than anyone else.

Unlike the Han people's "valuing the name and festival and ignoring life and death", the Huns have always regarded life and death as much more important than other things, and the people who survive are the real hope of these people.

"I heard that in Xihe County, in addition to your Xiongnu people, among the Huns, there are also Zuobu and Tu Ge Hu species, among which those Tu Ge Hu species are the descendants of the Hugh Tu people, and they are the most powerful one among the current Huns?"

Hu Chuquan glared at Yan Xing coldly, turned his head away, and still ignored him.

Yan Xing asked his third question.

"Do you think Uvro will flee to slaughter the tribes?"

Hearing this, Hu Chuquan, who was originally silent, suddenly turned his head, stared closely at the enemy general who asked questions repeatedly, and after looking at it for a while, he suddenly raised his head and let out a burst of crazy laughter, he shook his head, and said proudly with a wild smile:

"Han Jia'er, are you also afraid, then I will tell you, my brother will definitely go to Tu Zhu, they will do their best to kill all of you, and use your blood to pay tribute to the ancestors of the Huns, your head will be made into a vessel, as a wine cup for the celebration feast, and your wife will be -"

Hu Chuquan's frantic shouting suddenly stopped, and a cut had been made in his neck by the golden knife in Yan Xing's hand, and blood was constantly pouring out of that wound.

Hu Chuquan could even feel the blood carrying his own body temperature, flowing down his neck and down his chest.

"Have you ever thought that your brother is dead?"

After the shouting of Hu Chuquan stopped abruptly, Yan Xing's voice sounded again.

"Impossible!"

Hu Chuquan roared with a hideous face, but soon he was speechless in pain because of the wound on his neck.

"Why can't it be?"

Yan Xing sneered and asked rhetorically:

"In your heart, haven't you thought that maybe your brother is dead, you are the Shan Yu of the Huns, maybe there will be no powerful Tu Gehu, and there will be no more Julong Ministry, Fuqu Ministry, and Xuqi Ministry, these resisting countrymen."

"Even, everything your brother has is yours, and all the Hun tribes are yours!"

When Hu Chuquan heard this, his body shook suddenly, his eyes were cracked, his eyes were almost dripping blood, he desperately opened his eyes wide, staring at the strange enemy general in front of him who spoke amazingly.

He wanted to see if this was a meadow ghost bewitching and asking for his life, or a gift of long-born fate?

···

After watching Hu Chuquan walk out of the tent with Shan Yujindao, Yan Xing returned to his seat, coughed lightly, and Xi Zhicai walked out slowly from behind the curtain.

"General, have you decided?"

Yan Xing nodded.

The Huns who attacked Yufu Luo won a complete victory, eliminating the threat to the northwestern border of Hedong County.

But after going deep into Xihe County, Yan Xing, who was immersed in the scene, felt a greater threat.

Once the Hanjia County, which had been in operation for a hundred years, was abandoned, all kinds of jackals, tigers and leopards on the grassland would emerge from the darkness and do everything they could to compete for this piece of land.

And in the states and counties of the Han family, whether it is himself, or the high-ranking cadres of the state, or even Li Dao and Guo Yan in Guanzhong, and Gongsun Zan and Yuan Shao in Youji, they have no extra strength to interfere in the competition of jackals, tigers and leopards in this land.

If there is too much difference in the strength of tigers, leopards and jackals, the end of their bloody fight is that the weak eat the strong, and the stronger the stronger.

Perhaps the Tu Gehu tribe will reunite the Xiongnu, and even Yu Fuluo, who does not know life and death, will re-emerge from a certain Tu Gehu tribe, making the cities in the east and west of the river face a greater threat.

Yan Xing wanted to contain this possibility as much as possible, even if there were no horses, men, and materials to intervene in the internal war of the Xiongnu, he wanted to make every tribe of the Xiongnu as much as possible to maintain a new and stable balance, and if possible, a balance that his own side liked to see.

So, Yan Xing set his sights on Yu Fuluo's younger brother, Hu Chuquan.

According to the tradition of the Xiongnu brothers, a new Xiongnu Shan Yu can offset the unfavorable factors brought by the previous generation of Shan Yu, and Hedong can also use the name of the Xiongnu Shan Yu to intervene in the Xiongnu at the lowest cost, so that the declining Shan Yu Headquarters, the Xiongnu Left Division, and the Tu Gehu Race form a controllable and stable balance.

For this reason, Yan Xing just put Shan Yujin's knife in front of Hu Chuquan.

If he is willing to take the remaining men and horses of Shan Yu's headquarters to Hedong, then Yan Xing will also temporarily send people to help Hu Chuquan return to Meiji Shan Yuting to inherit Shan Yu's position, just like the imperial court set up to make the Xiongnu Zhonglang general.

Hu Chuquan will go from a prisoner to a Xiongnu Shan Yu, with everything his brother has and has never had, and there is no need to bow to Tu Gehu anymore.

Yan Xing, on the other hand, temporarily gained the stability of the east, west and north borders of Hexi, as well as the allegiance from the Xiongnu Shan Yu.

No matter which aspect is considered, it is Hu Chuquan, who was defeated and captured, who has gained the greatest benefits, but Hu Chuquan still hesitates, he has a hunch that what the other party wants is far more than that.

Yan Xing smiled after seeing Hu Chuquan's hesitation, and reached out to take the golden knife away without hesitation, but at this time, Hu Chuquan's big hand with green tendons and calluses grabbed the scabbard.

Hu Chuquan accepted it, whether it was the bewitchment of the grassland ghosts asking for his life, or the gift of Chang Tian's fate, he had no choice but to take a risk.

Yan Xing recalled the scene when Hu Chuquan had just been bleeding from his arm and bowed his head to swear allegiance to him, turned his head to look at Xi Zhicai, and smiled indifferently.

"Today's sky view is good, and I hope that in the coming days, there will be good weather on the grasslands in the north!"

···

For the victors, good weather after the war was a must, but in the eyes of the defeated captives, there was undoubtedly a miserable and gloomy situation.

Hu Chuquan stepped outside this tent, and all he saw in his bloodshot eyes was a dull gray, but after stepping out of the tent where he exchanged souls for glory, Hu Chuquan looked at the sky, and felt as if the sky had a little brighter.

He shook the Shan Yu Jin knife hanging from his waist, with a wry smile on his face, and under the leadership of two Hedong sergeants, he went to his tent.

Yan Xing had promised that his allegiance would give him everything his brother had and what he had not.

What he didn't have, he couldn't cash it out for the time being, but what his brother had, Yan Xing gave it to him without hesitation.

Among them, there are the remnants of his brother's Shan Yu guards, livestock people, and his brother's wives and concubines, children, treasures and wealth.

Hu Chuquan exhaled and walked into his new residence.

In the felt tent, his brother's gold and silver vessels, precious stones, and jade, as well as silk and fine armor, as well as his wives and concubines, and children, all belonged to him.

His sisters-in-law are still very young, because Yu Fuluo has not been able to return to Meiji to inherit the position of Shan Yu, so they have not obtained the name of Yan.

Still, not a single member of the tribe dared to offend them. Under his brother's command, Hu Chuquan has always been cautious, afraid of arousing his brother's jealousy, and he doesn't dare to look at them with a man's eyes.

Hu Chuquan may have thought that he would inherit everything from his brother, but this time, he was so close that he could even feel the violently undulating chest under the fur fur up close, as well as the unique rouge smell that belonged to a woman.

Unfortunately, Hufro's wives and concubines all looked at him as if they were enemies, and they stared at Hu Chuquan and looked at him vigilantly, and some of them angrily reprimanded him.

"Hu Chuquan, have you surrendered to the enemy, you are holding a single golden sword, you want to usurp your brother's throne, you are a vicious wolf that bites your own people, you will not die well, your corpse will definitely be eaten by wolves and eagle vultures, you-"

Before the woman's scolding was over, Hu Chuquan had already walked up and punched her in the abdomen, causing her to bend and tears to fall.

Hu Chuquan slammed her to the bed, his face twisted and murderous, and he finally figured out the sinister smile on the adversary's face as he promised to give his brother everything.

He betrayed the Immortal Heaven and turned his back on Shan Yu and his people, and now he can only rely on the devil to maintain everything he has given.

He laughed bitterly at himself, then stared at the others in the tent and said:

"I won't care about the eyes of those losers, I want to tell you that Yu Fuluo is dead, I, Hu Chuquan, am the real son of destiny on the grassland, and the only one of the Huns who supports the plough alone!"