"The Han people are the most noble people in the world, and their black hair and yellow skin represent the yellow of heaven and earth. And you will become the nobles of this grassland, the nobles who have the right to kill and take away! You Wuhuan people have the same black hair and yellow skin as our Han people, so you can become the second class under the Han nobility - the knight class! This is the power that I have given you by breaking the general's strict government! Even the Son of Heaven of the Great Han Dynasty, or even the Wolf God of the Heavens, cannot deprive you of your power! Yan Zhanshu's voice sounded like a demon, full of temptation.

"Whether it is the Xianling people, the Fuyu people, the Goguryeo people, the Xiongnu people, or the Xianbei people, they will all become your attendants, subordinates, and slaves! Do you see the Wuhuan tribe in front of you, and after you have conquered them completely, they will be your attendants. When there is no war, they will help you to take care of your horses, herd your cattle and sheep, and watch over your slaves. When there is war, they will have to follow you into battle to conquer the entire vast grassland! ”

It is a difficult and dangerous process to conquer Wuhuan, Xian Ling and Xianbei, and finally conquer the entire Liaodong and Northern Desert.

In the same way, if there is no guarantee of the system and the constraints of the law, even if this strategy can be realized in the end, it will be short-lived and difficult to last, just like the Mongols of the Yuan Dynasty, whose combat power is unparalleled, dominates Asia and Europe, and established four major empires, but the headquarters in the Central Plains was overthrown in only a hundred years.

Therefore, it is necessary to divide the ethnic groups on the grassland into strict hierarchies and form a hierarchical pyramid system! Just like Temujin in later generations, the division of the four-colored people and others created the vast Mongol Empire! This hierarchical system may not be sustainable in the Central Plains, where civilization is advanced, but it can be in the wilderness and backward desert. But it is the most perfect social system!

At the top, of course, Yan Zhanshu and his initial 1,000 trapped camp, then the 1,000 soldiers recruited, and the Han refugees who fled to Liaodong in the future, these people will be undoubtedly loyal to Yan Zhanshu, and at the same time, in order to maintain their own status and interests, they will also unswervingly support Yan Zhanshu, and are the backbone of Yan Zhanshu's rule over the desert.

The second layer of land below the Han will be the Wuhuan people, as well as the Xiongnu and Qianghu people living in the Hetao area, who will become the tribe of the upper Han nobility as knights. At the bottom will be the most powerful Xianbei people now, and in the distant future. The barbarian aliens who are constantly being conquered, they will become the lowest slaves.

"Now," Yan Zhanshu pointed the mounted gun in his hand at the Su Fuyan Department in front of him, "Soldiers, for the sake of your attendants and slaves, fight to kill!" ”

"Kill-" The 10,000 cavalry, driven by the 2,000 Han army, began to charge towards the Su Muyan Department in the distance!

The Su Fuyan Department in front of him was really not young and strong, Han Dang's blood began to boil, looking at the Wuhuan woman who was panicked and dodging him, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and looked at the royal tent in the center of the Wuhuan tribe, the most beautiful woman must be there!

With dozens of veterans of the cavalry camp, Han Dang drove straight into the center of the Su Muyan tribe, the dense felt bag was left behind, and suddenly opened up in front of him, a huge cowhide tent appeared in front of this group of robbers, and the wolf flag of hunting was still fluttering on the top of the tent, which was obviously the leader of the Su Fuyan tribe.

"Hahaha." Han Dang rode forward, pointed the saber in his hand forward, and his eyes showed a burning desire. Long smiled and said, "This tent belongs to me, and all the women in it belong to me, hahaha-"

"Whew." More than a dozen guards outside the tent Wuhuan warriors brandished sharp scimitars and rushed towards Han Dang.

"Boom." Han Dangwei laughed, his eyes flashed with cruel murderous intent, his right arm slammed down, and the spear in his hand roared out, straight to the chest of the black iron rider at the front.

"Poof!"

"Uhh Wu Huan Tie Qi's chest was cut open and divided into two pieces, the momentum stopped abruptly, his eyes stared at Han Dang, the scimitar in his hand was raised high, but he would never be able to cut into the enemy's body, the red blood slipped quietly down the corner of Wu Huan Tie Qi's mouth, and his murderous eyes quickly dimmed.

The curtain of the cowhide tent was gently lifted to reveal a slender figure. The bright beautiful eyes happened to see the two Wuhuan Iron Riders wailing and falling in a pool of blood, the tower-like man snorted and grabbed the waist armor of the last Wuhuan Iron Rider, and the thigh-like thick arm tendons burst out, lifting the Wuhuan Iron Rider high and smashing it down, and at the same time pushing up on one knee, "Click", the vertebrae of the Wuhuan Iron Rider were broken into two, the head hung weakly to the ground, and the eyes lost their brilliance.

"Huh-" The big man threw the corpse of the Wuhuan Iron Rider and stood up, facing the big tent and ripped open the armor on his chest, revealing the black and dense chest hair, and then shook his hands into fists and beat his chest wildly, making an incessant sound, like a male beast that had defeated all its rivals, showing off his strength in front of the female beast.

"Hey, hey." Han Dang glanced at the cowhide tent viciously, and said to the dozens of horsemen behind him. "Guard the outside for Lao Tzu, no one is allowed to come in except for the general."

"Yes, Captain!"

"Hey, hey, hey." Han Dang laughed three times, strode forward and lifted the curtain, and the mutton fat torch that burned every day illuminated the tent. By the bright light of the fire, Han Dang saw more than a dozen women huddled in the corner of the tent, although their eyes were wide open, they did not show much panic.

In fact, in the savage and ignorant steppes, tribal vendettas and captives occur every day, and women, children, like cattle and sheep, have always been men's slaves and property, and everyone has long been accustomed to all this.

Han Dang's fierce gaze fell on the best looking young woman hiding in the back, and stretched out his finger to hook it. said, "You, come out." ”

"Whew." The low-hanging curtain was suddenly lifted, and Han Dang, who was already undressed and ready to do errands, turned around, wanting to scold, and suddenly saw that the person who came couldn't help but be stunned.

"General, general?"

Yan Zhanshu looked at Han Dang, who had taken off his clothes and armor, and his brows instantly furrowed: "In order to prevent the nearby Wuhuan tribe from coming to the rescue, you immediately gather your subordinates and assign the vigilant task without slackening!" ”

Han Dang's eyes were cold, Huo Ran jumped up, grabbed the armor and put it on his body, and said loudly: "No! ”

Yan Zhanshu snorted coldly, turned around and walked away.

The wind howled, and the blood-colored flags were rolled up furiously, crackling, and the flaming sheep fat torches lit up the empty camp. Under the dark sky, a black oppressed iron cavalry stood proudly, and the sharp cavalry spears reflected the stars in the sky, and dark clouds swept by, obscuring the moonlight.

"Rounds." With the screeching sound of the axles grinding, a dilapidated carriage was pushed into the clearing, and the huge wheel, which was half a man tall, stood out in the light of the fire.

A warrior of the Wuyan tribe who had already returned to the army rode out, his face crawling with hideous murderous intent, and said proudly: "The general has an order! But whoever is above the wheels of a man is killed. The words were very relieved - in the past, the Sufuyan tribe relied on a large number of people, so they did not bully the Wuyan tribe less, and now watching their clansmen die, the warriors of the Wuyan tribe are very happy.

Hearing this, the Wuhuan people who knelt down on their knees had an indifferent expression, and the women had sad expressions.

"Poof!" The sharp saber slashed viciously, a human head rolled to the ground, bones spun around, eyebrows were like eyes, expressions were still hideous, hot blood spurted out from the neck one after another, splashing on the wheels, and the blazing sheep fat torches lit up the region-like execution ground, and also illuminated the wheels splashed with blood.

"Next!" A fourteen or fifteen-year-old Wuhuan boy was dragged over by two fierce foreign slaves, his immature body was close to the wheel, just more than half a head, the Wuhuan boy looked up at the fierce Wuhuan man, his expression was indifferent, he was still young, and he didn't know how to fear death.

"Die!" The foreign executioner in charge of the execution had a cold gaze, and slashed through with a sharp saber, coldly cutting off the neck of the Xianbei boy, and another stream of hot blood splashed on the blood-dripping wheels, and slowly flowed down the red wheels. Under the blood-dripping wheels, the originally withered yellow grass was dark red.