In the second year of Taiwu, August 13, in the morning, southwest of Pinggang.

Because of yesterday's light rain, the whole of Hiraoka is filled with fog today, making it impossible for people and horses to walk here.

So, Tatun took 4,000 Wuhuan people to a small dock wall in Pinggang.

At this moment, in the fog-shrouded dock wall, there were bursts of terrible sounds from time to time, which exaggerated a little fear here.

This is a dock wall of the Han people, although it is a Han people, but in fact, they have lived outside the Saiwai for a hundred years, and they are deeply dyed with Hu Feng.

In fact, there are not a few Han people like this outside the fortress, some of these people were relocated here after the border people were relocated here in the pre-Han Dynasty, and there are also heroes who committed crimes, or they are simply border wall beacons who deserted from the army.

These people carefully struggled in the crevices of the mountains, surviving on thin harvests and hunting for generations. And in order to survive, they also need to pay tribute to the large settlements in the vicinity to gain recognition and protection.

And this wall village is to pay tribute to Wuyan, the lord of the right Beiping Division, but now even Wuyan is pecking for the goshawk, and naturally no one protects them.

At this moment, in the lobby of the wall, Ta Dun was wearing a piece of skin, with an open chest, sitting in the hall and drinking milk with a big grin.

This kind of milk drink is the unique diet of the Wuhuan people, and it is cooked with fresh milk mixed with various ingredients in the morning, which is very suitable for strengthening the body.

While the taton was drinking milk, there were several palace tent warriors turning over the roasted mutton by the fire.

Originally, there was no fire pit in this lobby, because the kitchen of the Han people was in a side compartment and would not be placed indoors. After the Wuhuan people occupied this place, they directly chiseled the hard soil on the lobby into a fire pit.

In this way, after a night of baking, not only the room is like spring, but even the mutton on the fire pit exudes the aroma of meat.

Of course, as long as you can ignore the smoke and fire in the hall.

After the meat was roasted, the palace tent warriors began to distribute the meat to their companions.

The best meat was served on the table, and the rest was divided equally among the others.

In this way, dozens of fierce-faced warriors munched on the pieces of meat in their hands, and their hands were covered with grease, and they only wiped two more handfuls on the woolen blanket under their buttocks.

And they chewed the flesh like this, and spit out their bones all over the ground.

After eating, he looked at the plate and looked at the dozen or so people in the hall who were tied together by hemp rope, and said with a contemptuous smile:

"There's also a piece of meat here, and whoever of you has talent can come and eat my meat."

As soon as these words fell, a thin Han man was about to run to the hall, but they were all tied together, and this move only made him fall big.

Seeing this person such a clown, he laughed and asked:

"What will you do?"

The thin Han man was busy kowtowing and said tremblingly:

"Master, I am a seamstress in the bar, I can make leather and make jackets."

He sighed and smiled at a palace tent warrior on the side:

"Beggar, look at this man, what do you call me? Call me master? Doesn't he know who I am? Can anyone be my slave? ”

The palace tent warrior called the beggar was a cautious man, one of the companions of the Han land with Tatun, and after listening to Tatton's words, this man stood up directly from the leather cushion, drew his knife and walked towards the thin man.

When the thin man saw this, he was whining and screaming, and the whole person curled up like a dying shrimp.

There was a burst of disdain in the beggar fan's eyes, and he walked up to this man, looked at him condescendingly, and slashed at this man's neck like a swift wind.

At this moment, Tatton suddenly clapped his hands:

"Keep it, although our Wuhuan women can also make leather, but this Han man is the first to come out, give him a chance."

As soon as the tatton spoke, the beggar fan had already put away his knife and stood up, and when the taton finished speaking, the whole person was already standing on the side.

But Certon suddenly smelled a smell of urine, and his eyes immediately became fierce, and he saw at a glance that the thin man's crotch was wet, and then he didn't look at it again, and shook his hand.

The beggar fan understood, pulled out the knife again, and cut the neck of this Han man with one sword.

The man clutched his neck, and the blood gushed wildly, then began to shake like a fish on the shore, and finally his body froze, and only the blood was spreading.

The sudden death of his companion shocked the remaining Han people to scream in terror. They wanted to run, but they were already tied together, they wanted to scream, but when they saw the fierce eyes of the beggars, they held back.

Suddenly, an older Han man opened his eyes and pleaded:

"Alone, we are like the withered grass on the grassland, insignificant, why do you want to tease us?"

He was stunned for a moment, and then a palace tent warrior on the side explained:

"He's the lord here."

He was stunned, and then directly picked up a sheep bone and smashed it at the Han master:

"Why do you want to pay tribute to Uyanna, don't you know that I am the lord of Wuhuan?"

The lord was smashed in the corner of his mouth by this sheep bone, and the whole person was broken, but he still didn't dare to move, just bowed his head and explained:

"Shan Yu, we wanted to pay tribute to Liucheng, but Wuyan stopped us, saying that we were not worthy to meet Shan Yu. So it has always been dominated by the right north flat. ”

Taedon sneered, until now Uyan is dead, and there is no proof that this Han Nu is dead for anything.

But Tatton didn't care about this, he asked casually:

"Has the last force been here?"

When the Han lord heard this, he was stunned for a moment, obviously knowing that Mo Lili was the son of Wuyan.

Could it be that the last one ran out?

Just as he was still thinking, Taton actually walked in front of him himself.

Feeling the ferocity of the couch, this person didn't think much about it, and knelt on the ground and said:

"The villain hasn't seen the end of the force."

He didn't speak, but still looked at the man.

Lord Han Qi panicked, didn't want to get into trouble, and said loudly again:

"The villain and the whole clan really haven't seen the end of the force. Our wall is just outside the Pinggang Pass, and if the end of the force goes from us, it will inevitably be discovered by us. ”

This man's meaning is very clear, he is to tell Tatun that it is very likely that Mo Li will lead people west to the Xianbei Plateau.

Tatun nodded, noncommittal, looked at the curled up appearance of the Han Lord, and asked:

"Anything else? If you don't have a word, kill it! ”

After saying that, he turned around and left.

But the lord of the Han Dynasty wanted to die, so in a hurry, he grabbed Tadton's ankle and pleaded:

"Spare my life, I still have two daughters at home, both of which can be given to Shan Yu."

He lowered his head and saw that his newly made sheepskin boots had been scratched out of two bloody handprints, and the whole person jumped up.

He took the sheep bone that had just been smashed over, and used this to smash this uninteresting dock master to death.

In the end, he threw away the half-broken sheep bones and cursed:

"It's still you Han people who are treacherous, using my things to negotiate conditions with me, and always treating us Wuhuan people as fools."

Tatun's words aroused the echo of the palace tent warriors, who also thought so. Every time those Han people come to the market, they have to exchange some rags for the cattle and sheep they have raised with their lives, which is really treacherous.

After that, Tatun no longer wasted time and asked the following Han people:

"You are all chosen, you have crafts, I will not kill you, but you have to be obedient. After a while, each of them will say what they will do, and then someone will take you down. ”

The remaining Han people were beside the corpses of their two companions, thanking Ta Dun for their kindness.

After these Han people were taken down, and as soon as he returned to the top and sat down cross-legged, he heard a palace tent warrior ask:

"Shan Yu, what do we want these Han slaves to do, they can't get on horses, they can't graze, it's all a burden."

Tatun shook his head, he was very patient with the samurai he had kept under his tent.

"Ever since the Han Dynasty, I have often thought about the fact that our warriors are more courageous than the Han Chinese, but it is the Han people who occupy the warm land in the south."

The palace tent warrior who asked the question shook his shoulders and didn't care:

"That's because there is no grazing in the south, so we don't have to go to it."

He sneered, not wanting to comment on the reckless man's answer.

In fact, he also took care of the faces of the people present in the paragraph just now, in fact, in the past few hundred years, isn't it the fathers and ancestors here who have made dogs for the Han people to survive?

Forgot now?

So, he said to himself:

"Later, I figured it out, because these Han people have craftsmen, they have blacksmiths who can make iron, there are swordsmiths who can forge knives, and there are leather craftsmen and armorers who can make armor. It is with these that those Han people can be one and I five. But is this really the Han Chinese more warlike than us? If we had these craftsmen, would we still have to stay in Liucheng? ”

Then he pointed to the south, ambitious:

"To the south is Jicheng, Xiangguo, Yecheng, and the big river! It is the most suitable place in the world for winter grazing, and one day if we can drink the Ma Da River, then what a great wealth we have left to our children and grandchildren! When the time comes, will the cubs in your tent freeze to death in the cold winter? ”

Affected by the description of Tadun's words, the palace tent warriors were a little heavier for a while.

Only the palace tent warrior who asked the first question was not convinced, he stiffened his neck and asked rhetorically:

"Everyone understands this, but why do we still accept those who can write Chinese characters? What's the use of these people? Give him a bite to eat, and we Wuhuan people will have one less mouthful. ”

Tatun suddenly turned his head, stared at this person expressionlessly, and said indifferently:

"Zamba, you should be glad you're my brother, or you'd have just died. You are indeed a worthy samurai, and as far as I know, you alone have killed four. ”

When he said this, the palace warrior named Zamba still held his head high, but when Tatun finished speaking, his face changed greatly.

I only heard the voice of Ta Dun Senhan continue to come:

"But you forgot? It was you who fought with Liaodong for the capture that allowed Wuyan's cub to escape. Only that time, I spared your life, and now you dare to beak me? Looks like I'm going to have to make you understand today! A samurai can become a samurai because he has masters. And you must know today who is your master. ”

By this time Zamba was already trembling, and he knelt down and bowed to Certon and said:

"Shan Yu, Zamba is wrong, please forgive Zamba for the sake of Zamba's ignorance."

Taton clapped his hands and made a final verdict on Zamba:

"Originally, in this battle, you could be divided into ten points with your military merits, but now that you have offended me, not only will your merits be canceled, but you will also be divided into ten points and go to the palace tent. You're convinced! ”

Zamba didn't expect his brother to be so ruthless, but the situation was pressing, so he could only grit his teeth and accept the result.

Since childhood, he has been like this, in public, he only allows himself to call him by his male name, and only in private is he allowed to call him brother.

Either scolding or reprimanding yourself, but when you want to use yourself, you start talking about brotherhood.

Zamba, who had long been accustomed to the methods of Cetton, could only hold his breath and endure all this silently.

Over there, Tatun was also satisfied with Zamba's performance, and then asked another palace tent warrior:

"Together, are the people in eastern Liao still shrinking at the mouth of the valley and not preparing to go south?"

Speaking of this, Certon hated it.

They had destroyed the Youbei Flat two days earlier, and they should have gone south early. But that Su servant gave him to rely on the old and sell the old, not to say that he had to sort out the spoils of war.

Then it was delayed for two days, and it rained lightly yesterday, and Su Fuyan said that he was too old and weak to get in the rain, and when it was foggy again today, it seemed that it would not work today.

Sure enough, the one who bought it respectfully replied:

"Yes, the eastern part of Liao is still grazing in the valley mouth in the south, and there is no appearance of going south."

When he heard this, he kicked over a lacquerware on the side with one kick, and was furious:

"This Su Fuyan, I have to kill him, he despises me so much."

When the people present heard such exciting words, they immediately looked at their noses and noses, and made wooden stakes.

After all, if this word reaches the ears of Su Fuyan, something may happen.

But in fact, he was angry and didn't choose what to say. Because of course he knew that it would not be difficult to kill Su Fuyan, but the difficulty would be later.

Unlike Wuyan, who had clearly defected to the Han people, the Su Muyan family was still obedient to the western Liao on the surface, and even ordered them to travel thousands of miles to participate in the war.

In terms of the morality of the Wuhuan people, this is, of course, an unquestionable manifestation of loyalty.

And now, if he kills people just because they are disrespectful, what should the adults of the Wuhuan tribe think?

You must know that Wuhuan Shan Yu is not a Han emperor, and he has so much authority.

So this is also the reason why Tatun has endured Su Fuyan in every way along the way, who let the adults of each department only have a difference in strength, but there is no difference between up and down!

Therefore, Tatun also knew that he was speechless, so he stopped mentioning this matter, and said to his younger brother Zamba in turn:

"This wolf cub was leaked from you, and according to the rules of the grassland, this prey also needs to be recovered by yourself. Later, you don't want to go south with the army, take your own samurai to hunt down the Sueji force for me, and bring his head to me! ”

Zamba is busy:

"Yes, I will cut off the head of the last man for Shan Yu, and offer it to Shan Yu as a wine vessel."

He subconsciously retorted:

"It's not for me to make a wine vessel, he doesn't deserve his strength!"

Zamba, who was accustomed to being belittled by Taton, didn't explain, and went out of the tent with his head down.

Subsequently, Tatun left the matter of the end of the force behind, because although the tribes on the grassland had the opportunity to make a comeback after the tribe was wiped out, they were in the minority.

Therefore, Tatun also knew that the final outcome of the last battle was either to die under the pursuit of his younger brother, or to die under the white plague of the grassland.

Another hour passed, and just when he was thinking about how to deal with Su Muyan, he suddenly saw Heqimaiben, who was in charge of monitoring eastern Liao, and his mouth was shattering:

"Shan Yu, the eastern part of Liao was hit by a Han army that came out of the valley, and it was defeated, and now the whole plain is full of routs from the eastern part of Liao, what should we do?"

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