Liucheng has expanded a lot after a hundred years of operation by the Wuhuan people.

Although it is not as good as the mainland, it is in the north, that is, it is a little worse than Jixian and Zhuoxian.

In the past, this was a sacred place in the eyes of the nearby fishing and hunting people, such as the Murong tribe on the south side of the river valley, which regarded the ability to enter Liucheng as the destiny of the tribe.

But now, the glory of the past has faded, and after the fall of the destiny of the Wuhuan people, the nearby tribes suddenly discovered that Liucheng was also an ordinary city.

After a night of fermentation, the news that Liucheng of the Wuhuan people was attacked by a group of Han people spread far and wide, and more and more tribes knew the news.

The reason why it was transmitted so quickly cannot but be said to have a great contribution to the Ministry of Literature.

These tribes are envious of the Yuwen Department for making a good deal, and even the Murong Department among the mountains on the south bank is sighing, feeling that it is not as good as the Yuwen Department to make a decision immediately.

But at this moment, the Yuwen Black Tiger, who everyone envies, is pinching his temples and has a great headache.

Last night, he had just finished dealing with a group of clan elders, and they came over to ask when the loot belonging to their Yuwen Department would be obtained since the Han people had won a big victory.

That's right, the truth of the steppe people is so simple. We are leading the way and sending troops, so they should have a share of the spoils.

Of course, Yuwen Black Tiger thought the same thing, but it was too late last night, and they were not allowed to enter the city to resettle, so they delayed.

But this morning, when he went to talk to the Han people about the loot, he was disappointed.

Because Zhao Yun was too grandiose before, Yuwen Black Tiger didn't dare to talk to this Shenwei Tian, so he looked for Li Hu of the Flying Dragon Army.

At the beginning, when Yuwen Black Tiger arrived, Li Hu was quite enthusiastic, after all, his credit for conquering Liucheng was indeed due to the hard work of the Yuwen Ministry.

But when Yuwen Black Tiger talked about the loot, Li Hu was silent.

In the end, Li Hu didn't want to deceive Yuwen Heihu, and said honestly:

"Dude, you helped me, and it stands to reason that I want to help you too. But you may not know about our army, all the seizures of our army are returned to the public, don't look at me as a captain, but there is no way to privately distribute any of your spoils. So this ......"

When Li Hu said this, Yuwen Heihu hurriedly waved his hand:

"Li Anda, you misunderstood. I'm not here with you to ask for loot, even if we Xianbei people, every time we go hunting, it is Shan Yu or the Lord of the Department to distribute the prey, which is the right of the nobles given by God. I thought, if I could, if I could introduce me to your king, and I would go to him with the most precious gift of my people. ”

Li Hu did not agree directly, but said something else:

"Dude, you know what, something happened last night."

Seeing that Yuwen Black Tiger was listening, Li Hu said softly:

"Yesterday evening, we went up with the king into Willow City. It was a big victory, and everyone was very happy. But what happened next made everyone very uncomfortable. I heard that you and Zhao Yun talked about the nearby Tian Nu before, so do you know the two-legged sheep! ”

As soon as these words came out, Yuwen Black Tiger was excited, he first looked nearby, and without the expected killing intent, he hurriedly explained:

"I've heard of this, and it's said that some tribes will capture some slaves. But the two-legged sheep was not for eating, it was said to be for sacrifice. ”

Li Hu took a deep look at Yuwen Black Tiger and looked at him hairy.

Li Hu added another handful of firewood in the fire pit and smiled:

"It's okay, I know that you don't eat people, you just use blood sacrifices for divination, we Han people understand this."

Seeing Li Hu say this, Yuwen Heihu nodded busily, but suddenly realized something, and hurriedly explained:

"No, we haven't done this before. The Ubun Department is a small department, and it is not qualified to talk to the sky yet. ”

Li Hu laughed, but this time he laughed until Li Hu's face became more and more ugly, and in the end, Li Hu directly smashed the firewood and scolded angrily:

"Sacrifice, sacrifice, then tell me why we Han people are sacrificed? Well? Can you explain to me? ”

At this moment, Li Hu has already gone berserk, he is really like an angry male tiger, murderous and awe-inspiring.

Yuwen Heihu's face collapsed, and he hurriedly knelt on the ground and explained:

"Li Anda, no, Captain Li, you really misunderstood us! If you don't believe me, you can let people go to the totem of our clan right now, and we really won't sacrifice human blood. ”

Then Yuwen Heihu explained to Li Hu.

It was also through Yuwen Heihu's explanation that Li Hu understood why he said that their Yuwen Department was not qualified to use human sacrifice.

It turns out that in the steppe, as more and more tribes come together, the bonds that were established by blood and language alone are no longer enough.

At this time, the sacrifices of the steppe and the shamans were needed to sacrifice to the heavens, so that the various tribes could form a tribal alliance.

Participating in the solemn and solemn rituals of the same faith will deepen the ties between the ministries.

Therefore, such as the Wuhuan royal court or the earlier Xiongnu royal court and the Xianbei royal court will carry out large-scale sacrifices.

God's will is as important as the king's will, if not more than the latter, and anyone who disobeys it will be damned.

And in order to please the gods, the shamans and priests of the royal court had to make sacrifices.

Because war is the eternal melody of the steppe people, the warriors who emerge from the war are naturally regarded as the noblest existence.

So, whenever the tribal alliance won a great victory, they would sacrifice the warriors of their enemies to the heavens as a sign of offering the noblest gift.

And Yuwen Black Tiger said that their Yuwen tribe was indeed a big tribe before, but because of the defeat in the Xianbei civil strife, they could only abandon most of the tribe and migrate to the Daling River Valley in the southeast.

Today's Yuwen Department has long cut off the inheritance of sacrifice, and there is no sacrifice in the clan, and even forgot the object of sacrifice, so how can it use people to sacrifice?

In addition, the Ministry of Yuwen also said that the reason why the Taishan army was able to find traces of these sacrifices in Liucheng was because the Wuhuan people were just such a large tribal alliance, they had their own sacrificial teams, their own totem poles, and even graded the grades of sacrifices.

Among them, in addition to the noble chiefs of their tribes, the original Han people are generally regarded as the best sacrifices.

Because they are more civilized and noble.

But most of the time, the Wuhuan people did not have enough sacrifices, so they often plundered the field slaves in the nearby valleys as sacrifices.

After listening to Yuwen Heihu's words, Li Hu's anger fell silent.

He didn't ask about the situation of the Yuwen Department again, but replied lightly:

"It's okay, the sacrificial team you mentioned was burned to death by my brothers last night."

"Burned?"

Yuwen Black Tiger was staggered.

Li Hu nodded, and then said sarcastically:

"When these people are wailing in the fire, it is clear that their heavens have not appeared to help them."

Yuwen Black Tiger was silent.

At this point, Li Hu didn't have much to talk about, he just told Yuwen Heihu to be cautious recently, because of last night's incident, the officials of the Taishan Army had very opinions about them.

In the end, Yuwen Black Tiger came out of Li Hu's military tent in a trance.

Along the way, this former inter-market town is now much more depressed. The Wuhuan people were constantly driven out of the city in droves, and these Wuhuan nobles who used to be pampered in the past are now lying on the ground like dead dogs and begging the Han people to spare them.

They were reluctant to leave the city.

Yuwen Black Tiger sighed, he didn't want to cause trouble, so he could only go out of the city in a circle.

When Yuwen Black Tiger returned, he found an unexpected guest.

Zhao Yun, that is, the god Weitian in the mouth of the Yuwen Department, actually talked and laughed with the clan elders in the big tent.

And after seeing Yuwen Black Tiger come back, Zhao Yun smiled:

"Brother Yuwen, Zilong has been waiting for you here for a long time, and my king is invited."

……

Zhang Chong only found out about last night's situation this morning.

But Zhang Chong didn't say much, he was an ideal realist, with ideals, but he knew more about reality.

So he knew very well that the officials who were in high spirits last night had done nothing wrong.

He also understood that the way in which the Wuhuan people were martyred was not much sinful, and this was just a necessary process for any primitive people to move towards civilization.

It is said that the merchants had previously traveled south from this area, and finally entered the Central Plains and became a member of China. It may also be that the merchants also brought in the martyrdom of the people here in the Northeast.

This forest and snow field is indeed rich, but it does not affect its cruelty.

In spring, summer and autumn, the output of the mountains and forests is naturally enough to support the population, but when winter comes, the heavy snow covers the mountains, and all vitality ends, at this time the population becomes a burden, and killing the old and weak population has become a rational choice.

Maybe it's unconscious, or maybe they really believe that one day will favor them.

But this does not affect Zhang Chong's opinion.

But is this cruelty only in the grasslands? Isn't it the same with Qianli of the Han people?

Grass people, grass people, it is said that these people are like weeds, withering in spring and autumn, and can be discarded at will.

It is also this way of the world, so he Zhang Chong stood up bravely and earned a way to live for all the grass people.

Thinking of this, Zhang Chong sighed.

Human nature, the great inertia of the times, contempt, ignorance, the general background of this era always made him feel tired. He really wondered if ideals could really illuminate this dark age in this world full of wilderness.

At this time, Zhang Chong can only use the story of "I care, and the fish care" to exhort himself.

Remind yourself, but go ahead, don't ask about the future.

Standing on a high place, looking at the rampager below who was rectifying the order in the city, Zhang Chong fell into deep thought.

At this time, Zhao Yun came up, and brought the leader of the Murong Department that he had said before.

Zhang Chong looked at the swarthy Yuwen Black Tiger below who couldn't see anything extraordinary, and said with a smile:

"Below, but Xianbei Yuwenbu?"

Later, after hearing these majestic words, Yuwen Black Tiger made a move that was beyond the expectations of everyone present.

I saw that his hands, hands and feet, including his face, were all lying on the ground, and he replied respectfully to Zhang Chong on the high platform:

"The king of the Han people, your servant and hunting dog, Yuwen Black Tiger offers you loyalty!"

For a long time, no sound came from above.