In the originally spacious tent, it seemed to be shrouded in a layer of clouds at this moment, Ye Zhao sat on the Hu bed that originally belonged to Mo Han, and there was still unfinished wine and meat on the table, Ye Zhao did not dislike it, grabbed a piece of roast mutton, and chewed it in a big mouthful.

From last night to now, although he did not personally participate in the battle, he has always been in the middle of the command, not only has he not slept all night, but he has not touched a drop of water, even if these meats have been cold, and even have some peculiar smells, Ye Zhao also eats with relish, but in his previous life, he has even eaten rancid bread, but he has only put a day's roast mutton, placed in the early days of the last life in the previous life, before the human order was reorganized, this is a delicacy that can make people fight for their heads and blood.

Swallowing the meat in his mouth with a sip of wine, Ye Zhao looked at Guan Hai and Ding Li who followed up and said with a smile: "Ask the soldiers to eat in batches, this Mohan tribe has a thick background." ”

For the dozen or so tribal leaders, Ye Zhao didn't look at them, and threw two leg of mutton to Guan Hai and Ding Li respectively, and said with a smile: "You did a good job today." ”

"Thank you, Lord." Guan Hai and Ding Li took the leg of mutton, and they were not hypocritical, and they ate it directly.

A group of Xianbei people were silent, and the cloud-like aura shrouded in the handsome tent, looking at Ye Zhao holding the meat with relish, many people felt a little hungry in their stomachs, but at this moment, no one dared to speak, and they watched Ye Zhao and the three of them feast happily, swallowing saliva involuntarily.

"Lord, the corpse has been burned, and the warriors of my tribe are chasing and killing the remnants of the Mohan tribe." After a full quarter of an hour, he dug bald and walked in, walked in with a cold air, and bowed to Ye Zhao.

"It's a good job, since Mo Han is dead, I'm afraid his tribe will also disperse, this is an internal matter of your Wuhuan people, what to do, do it yourself." Ye Zhao finally ate half full, patted his stomach with satisfaction, raised the wine bowl and took a sip, and said lightly.

"Whoa!" He bowed respectfully to Ye Zhao, his eyes flashed with irrepressible joy, and he bowed and retreated.

It wasn't until he left that Ye Zhao looked at the crowd of people: "Everyone, sit down, my Han is a country of etiquette, as long as we are friends, we will treat each other with courtesy." ”

Although many leaders nodded respectfully, they were slanderous in their hearts, letting them watch Ye Zhao and the three of them eat for a long time, but they could only watch dryly, even on the grassland, there is no such hospitality, this is also called the state of etiquette?

But no one dares to say this, not to mention that now people are swords and I am fish and meat, these tribes of Xianbei people are scattered tribes of the Danhan Mountain generation.

Seeing that no one answered, Ye Zhao didn't care, leaned lazily on the Hu bed, and looked at everyone: "The bald tribe originally belonged to Aguli, which I believe everyone is familiar with." ”

A group of Xianbei people looked at Ye Zhao suspiciously, not understanding why they suddenly said this.

"As far as I know, during the Agul period, his tribe had a population of only 500 at the beginning, and there were not many cattle and sheep, and they survived in the area of Danhan Mountain, and many herdsmen and livestock would starve to death every winter."

Ye Zhao looked at the group of Xianbei people and smiled as if chatting: "But now? Even if Aguli was killed with bad intentions, a large number of the tribe were strong and died, and he took over as the leader of Aguli, his tribe still had 6,000 people, even if Na Mohan looked down on him? In terms of strength, as long as it is not long, three years? In two years, or even less, his tribe will soon regain its strength under the condition of trading with our horse city, do you know why? ”

A group of Xianbei people looked at Ye Zhao suspiciously, not understanding what Ye Zhao wanted to say, a middle-aged head man hesitated for a moment and then bowed down and said, "It's because the bald man is loyal to the adults and has the support of the adults......"

"Wrong!" Ye Zhao shook his head: "I have never accepted his allegiance, what I have done is to communicate with the bald tribes, and use their cattle, sheep, war horses and even population in exchange for brocade, grain and salt, that's all, I have no intention of interfering in the affairs of the grassland, I am a Han official, not the head of your grassland, there is no need to meddle in the disputes within your grassland." ”

Some smart people already vaguely knew what Ye Zhao wanted to do.

"In the same way, you are all people who live on the grassland, I think you should know better than me, in winter, the cattle will freeze to death, you don't have enough food to survive the winter, you don't have cloth to wrap yourself in the cold, people may also freeze to death, as long as you are willing to trade with my horse city, I can guarantee that your tribe will have fewer and fewer such things in the future." Ye Zhao smiled: "I'm a person who likes to make friends very much, a prairie man, a person with a lot of true temperament, I am also willing to make friends with you, but I don't know if you are willing to make me a friend?" ”

A group of tribal leaders fell silent when they heard this, what Ye Zhao said was very tempting, whether it was Aguli before or now digging bald, it was a good proof, but they were Xianbei people after all, and they had never thought about doing business before.

Looking at the group of leaders who didn't speak, Ye Zhao shook his head and smiled: "Of course, make friends, it's important to make friends, if you don't want to, Ye will not force it, you can leave." ”

When the leaders heard this, their eyes lit up, they came this time to make friends with Mo Han, now that Mo Han is dead, and Ye Zhao is befriended, maybe one day Xianbei and the Han people will go to war, they will have to suffer first, at that moment, a young Xianbei head man immediately stood up and bowed down and said: "I am very willing to make friends with adults, but I am not the only one in the tribe who has the final say, so this matter needs to go back to the tribe to discuss with everyone." ”

Ye Zhao spread his hands and nodded, "Reasonable, Ali, send this leader on the road." ”

"Whoa!" Ding Li nodded, strode to the head man with a surprised face, and without waiting for the head man to speak, he pulled out the war knife on his waist expressionlessly, and cut off his head with a knife in the frightened eyes of the head man.

The smell of blood spread in the handsome tent, Ye Zhao wiped the blood splashed on his face, shook his head and said: "In this world, it is either a friend or an enemy, since you can't be a friend, Ye Mou has never been soft on enemies, everyone, if you want to leave, leave as soon as possible." ”

A group of leaders looked at the headless corpse that fell to the ground, and the head still had a sense of anger and unwillingness on his face at the moment, at this moment, how could anyone dare to say leave.

In the end, it was still the middle-aged man who spoke before who saluted Ye Zhao, bowed down and said, "I am willing to make friends with adults, and I am also willing to communicate with adults." ”

Ye Zhao nodded with satisfaction, pointed to the corpse on the ground and said: "Yes, there is an old saying in our middle school, the one who knows the times is Junjie, and his tribe is yours. ”

"Thank you, sir!" The middle-aged man took a deep breath, suppressed the joy in his heart, and bowed down.

"My lord, I hope that my tribe will allow me to communicate with Macheng." Seeing that the middle-aged man was benefiting, the others suddenly couldn't sit still, and asked Ye Zhao for trade, either really moved by interests, or wanted to get through the tricks, anyway, out of this big camp, the vast prairie, could it be that Ye Zhao really dared to lead his troops to go deep alone?

"It's a headache." Ye Zhao rubbed his eyebrows, stretched out his hand and pressed it weakly, and the leaders were suddenly silent.

"This official does like to make friends, but ......" Ye Zhao looked at everyone and said with a smile: "There are not many friends, but sincerity, you have seen the sincerity of this official, but is your sincerity...... The official has not seen it. ”

"Please show me." The leaders hurriedly bowed down, and their attitudes were surprisingly unanimous.

"Good." Ye Zhao nodded and said, "We are in the green forests of the Central Plains, if we want to join the house, we need to vote for the name. ”

Guan Hai on the side was a little puzzled when he heard it, he was born in the green forest, why hadn't he heard this word?

Ye Zhao said unhurriedly: "I counted just now, in addition to the one lying on the ground and the one who has expressed his sincerity just now, there are fifteen heads, some are too many, the official can only allow the remaining people, five of them are qualified to make friends with the officials, as for the remaining ten people, their tribes will be merged into the tribes of these five people, but I think those ten people will never give up easily, rather than trouble in the future, it is better to bring their heads now, as a vote for you to become friends of the officials, The tribe is divided equally among the friends of the officials, what do you think? ”

"Too much deception!" A tribal leader raised his head, looked at Ye Zhao fiercely, pulled out his battle knife, and said sharply: "Everyone fought with him!" ”

"Poof~"

Almost at the same moment, a blade burst out of his chest, bringing out a pool of blood, and under the man's incredulous gaze, two other knives slashed off his arm, and the other chopped off his head.

"Roar~"

After a short period of silence, in the huge tent, the remaining fourteen Xianbei leaders suddenly let out a shout and killed together, Guan Hai and Ding Li hurriedly pulled out their weapons and protected Ye Zhao.

The battle of the fifteen people was very short, not even the kung fu of tea, except for the three Ye Zhao and the first middle-aged head who surrendered to him before, only four people in the tent could still stand in front of Ye Zhao.

"Obviously it was five, but now there are only four left, it's a pity ......" Ye Zhao shook his head, looked at the scarred four and smiled: "Congratulations, from now on, we are friends, now, you can go and receive the sincerity of this official, these people's tribes will be divided by the five of you, as for how to divide ...... Again, the official does not interfere in the affairs of the grassland, and you will discuss how to divide it yourself. ”

"Thank you, sir!" The five Xianbei leaders arched their hands towards Ye Zhaoyi with ugly faces, and after seeing that no one was stopping them, they left one after another, found their war horses as fast as they could, and galloped towards their tribes.

"This area, I'm afraid it won't be too peaceful~" Looking at the direction in which the five people left, Ye Zhao smiled happily.