Half a month later, the foot of Wuliao Mountain was already very lively.

Stimulated by the news that the Wuhuan people were buying slaves in large quantities, the leaders and nobles of various tribes sent people to bring over slaves that they could not use at home, ready to take the opportunity to sell them for a good price.

As is the custom in the steppe, a large number of slaves die every winter due to cold and hunger, and they are worried about how to survive and how much their property will be lost out of thin air.

Not only do you not have to waste precious food, but you can also exchange a lot of cattle, sheep and horses for you.

Naturally, in addition to the necessary escorts, there are now almost more than 30,000 slaves gathered here.

If it weren't for the fact that it would have taken time to get the news from farther away and come back again, that number would have doubled.

You know, there are nearly a million slaves in the entire steppe.

But even so, the continuous tents were still all over the foot of the mountain, and within the line of sight, there was a crowd of people, chariots and horses, and there was no nervousness or worry at all because of the news that was spreading wildly on the grassland, and his face was full of smiles and joyful expressions.

However, they were happy and excited, unaware that a catastrophe was coming.

Because, such a scene has fallen into the eyes of people with hearts.

"Zilong, what do you think?"

……

That's right, Nanshan has sneaked in with his men.

In the process of destroying those tribes, he happened to receive news from the Wuhuan people that they were interested in buying a large number of slaves.

I also know that there must be something hidden in this.

Otherwise, the timing would not have been so coincidental.

The news of the appearance of the Han army in the grassland began to circulate, and the Wuhuan people frantically collected a large number of slaves, which must have been some kind of targeted measure.

But Nanshan was not afraid.

Considering that he also needed to liberate a large number of slaves to form a power team, when he encountered such a good thing, he simply planned it, disguised himself as a tribal merchant who traded slaves, and arranged his own people in batches.

Anyway, before they were rescued, most of these people were slaves, and when they acted, they were guaranteed to be 100% authentic.

Moreover, he has the power to abide by absolute obedience and does not have to worry about whistleblowing, at least until this is done, as an ordinary lurker, he will definitely not be able to escape the control of Geass.

On the contrary, it is rare to have such a large number of slaves gathered together, even if less than one-fifth of them are Han Chinese slaves, it is quite a huge force. At least in terms of numbers, it is more than the Han slaves he has found and rescued in the past month or so by running around the grasslands, and with modern weapons that are simple to operate and do not require much morale support, they can easily be transformed into corresponding combat effectiveness.

In addition, there was nothing more convenient and simple than a strategy to destroy the enemy, and after only a short hesitation, Zhao Yun agreed to come in with him and take risks to rebel against the large number of slaves gathered within the Golden Horde of the Wuhuan people.

As long as they can succeed, they can walk sideways on the grassland with more than 10,000 modern troops, even if the tribes of all ethnic groups are united, they don't have to be afraid of being besieged.

Of course, before this, the two of them were still very careful, and they stayed in their tents and did not come out until more and more tribes rushed over recently, and no one would notice the existence of a small tribe, and they finally came out to investigate the situation.

"My lord, I think there must be something strange about this matter....."

Facing the question he raised, Zhao Yun replied with a solemn face.

"I looked around before, and found that the news of our troops had come from Youzhou, and many people knew that it was not a regular army that entered the grassland at all, but more than 500 improvised villagers. In this case, the Wuhuan people still made such a big move, I am afraid the reason behind it is not simple. ”

Nanshan couldn't help but nod because he also noticed that something was wrong.

Since he came out, he has seen many transactions, but he feels more and more strange.

As a grassland with extremely difficult living conditions, most of the slave candidates who can be used for buying and selling, except for those young and beautiful women, are the type of strong men, who can work, or have some special talents.

Otherwise, as long as it proves that it is no longer useful, or has lost the ability to create value, men, women and children, both men and women, will be left to fend for themselves in the wilderness by their masters, because there is no way to trade.

But these Wuhuan people are good, they are completely crippled, regardless of height or shortness, as long as they are alive, they will pay the bill and leave happily.

Originally, he was worried that due to the good food during this time, coupled with sufficient training every day, as well as the uninterrupted marching process and battle, many people's bodies became stronger, and their mental outlook gradually recovered, and slowly brought the unique Han style and majestic taste that permeated this era. In order not to expose the problem in terms of temperament and feeling, he chose some crooked melons and cracked dates to come in, but who would have thought that the objects he thought he was going to be picked and picked would go in without missing any of them.

While feeling that the big event had been decided, Nanshan couldn't help but have a little more doubts.

If you want to say that there is no problem here, the ghost doesn't believe it!

At this moment, Nanshan suddenly found that many people began to gather in one direction, looking at their clothes, hair accessories, and appearances, most of them were the owners of this place, the Wuhuan people. In addition, there are also many people from other tribes who are mixed in.

Nanshan originally didn't plan to pay attention to it, but inexplicably, there was a slight pulling force from his wrist, which kept moving in this direction.

"What's going on?"

Nanshan looked at the empty wrist with some shock, and suddenly remembered the magical item that brought him into this world.

But the problem is that the master told him that this kind of fate rope can only have an effect once, and after using it, it will disappear into the river of fate. But now, with this obvious pulling force, he definitely doesn't feel wrong.

What's even more weird is that Zhao Yun didn't notice this abnormal situation at all, and seeing that his face was wrong, he just asked with concern on the side.

"My lord, do you notice something?"

"Well, a little."

Nanshan nodded quietly, but he didn't refuse the pulling force that existed at his wrist anymore.

Soon, he took Zhao Yun and began to follow the footsteps of those people, and before he reached the gathering place, he knew what was happening in front of him through the discussion of the crowd.

These Wuhuan people are actually selecting warriors.