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The cold wind is blowing, and the snowflakes are flying......

"Sigh the law ......"

On the vast white earth, flags symbolizing the blue flags are waving in the wind, and the whistling of war horses comes and goes.

And the owners of these war horses, one by one, were listless at this time, walking aimlessly on this cold grassland against the cold wind.

A few hours ago, Tuoba Hongye was desperate and led the Mengluo Iron Cavalry, which was less than 30,000 taels of yellow flags, to launch a suicidal attack on the Murong Army.

Even the scheming Murong Yong was shocked by Tuoba Hongye's sudden scene and had to start fighting.

The 30,000 warriors of the Murong tribe and the Tuoba tribe fought fiercely on this nameless grassland hill.

As a result of the battle, the 20,000 cavalry of the Tuoba Division, who had long been exhausted, were all killed except for a few who were rescued by the Yulin Guard cavalry, and even Tuoba Hongye fell off his horse in the chaos and never got up, which truly explains what loyalty is.

This scene even Huo Qing and Yu Lin Wei Tieqi were deeply touched......

And the Murong Department also lost more than 6,000 horses, but the strength of the Murong Department was strong, and this loss could be made up soon, but this battle completely disrupted Murong Yong's original plan.

What's even more terrifying is that with the death of Tuoba Hongye, Murong Bu is equivalent to being convicted of rebellion, and it will soon spread from the mouths of those surviving Tuoba soldiers throughout the Mengluo grassland.

At that time, Murong Yong knew very well what kind of terrible situation the entire Murong Department would face, and he would definitely be attacked by all the tribes.

Murong Yong sighed: "At this point, I can only take one step at a time, and the only thing I can do now is to return to the headquarters immediately, gather all the young and strong, and prevent the attack of the rest of the departments, the grassland, the sky has changed." ”

As he spoke, Murong Yong tore off the blue banner behind the flag bearer on his side, took one last look, and let it float away with the wind.

Murong Chui looked at the flags that were drifting farther and farther away in the wind and snow, and finally couldn't help but ask softly: "In other words, our Murong Department will be out of the Eight Men from now on?" ”

Murong said: "Not only us, but the entire grassland Yaman system has existed in name only since the moment Tuoba Hongye fell.

The days of tranquility in the Monroe steppe are gone, and for a long time to come, they will return to the war of killing each other for supremacy. ”

Murong Chui was speechless for a long time, and his face was extremely unwilling: "Is it really right for us to do this?" The Holy Emperor spent his whole life unifying the Mengluo Grassland, and now it is falling apart like this? ”

Murong Yong patted Murong Chui on the shoulder: "Brother, you and I have to bear the fate of the future of the Murong Ministry, we must not be discouraged, now we go home,

Then try to explain to the ministries in the shortest possible time that Tuoba Hongye's death has nothing to do with us, and everything is done by Huo Qing and the Han army. ”

Murong Trai looked at Murong Hui suspiciously: "Do you think other tribes will believe our words?" ”

Murong Yong said: "It doesn't matter if you believe it or not, the key is that we must fight for enough time to make adequate preparations for the unification of the entire grassland.

Let's go, my brother, I hope that everything is still in time, and when I return to the tribe, I will immediately distribute the wealth accumulated by our nobles over the years to the people of the clan,

With their support, we will not be afraid of any crisis. ”

The ordinary people of the Mengluo grassland are indeed very poor, almost all of them are yellow and thin, and for a long time, they can only eat a meal in two or three days, and the rich and noble are only those nobles and a few tribes, and the distribution of resources is very unbalanced.

As in the Great Zhou period of the Central Plains, the scholars and royals occupied eighty or ninety percent of the country's wealth and almost monopolized all walks of life, while the distribution of resources in the grasslands was even more frenzied.

No matter how poor the people of the Central Plains are, they still have one acre and three points of land to cultivate and be self-sufficient, and no matter how poor they are, they can still barely survive with two meals a day.

In contrast, the herdsmen of the grassland tribes are really inferior to pigs and dogs.

The cattle and sheep they raise are all for the aristocratic class, and at the end of the year, they have to be grateful to Dade for being able to get half of the 100 sheep they raise.

Even the ordinary soldiers who went out on the expedition went to their superiors and nobles to have ninety percent of the wealth they plundered, and they still had to endure hunger and cold in the cold winter.

Therefore, don't look at the murderous nature of the Monroe people, aside from these superficial factors, the internal economy is a mess at all.

This also led to the main reason for the failure of the Monroe Empire's southern expedition, which could not withstand a long-term war of attrition.

And Murong Yong, who was familiar with the current situation of the grassland people, was convinced that as long as he distributed the wealth of the Murong nobles to those herdsmen, he would definitely hold them firmly in the palm of his hand.

In addition, the more important point, which Murong Yong did not say explicitly, is that this victory of the Great Han gave him a means to control people's hearts.

On the other side, the remaining Tuoba warriors knelt in front of Tuoba Hongye's corpse and bowed their heads in silent mourning.

Huo Qing looked at Tuoba Hongye's corpse and sighed: "Although you and I are enemies, your heroism is still admirable.

Don't worry, what I promised you, I will definitely do it, as long as the people of the Tuoba Department are willing to submit to the Han Dynasty, I promise to give your tribesmen eternal peace on behalf of Your Majesty. ”

At this time, a personal soldier got up and walked up to Huo Qing, bowed slightly, and pleaded with him in Hu language: "General Huo, we have a request, I beg you to let us bring the remains of the Holy Emperor back to the royal court. ”

Looking at the resolute eyes of this soldier, Huo Qing nodded, and replied skillfully in Hu language: "Bury him well, you can rest assured, he is a respectable king." ”

When the soldiers heard this, they saluted Huo Qing gratefully.

Huo Qing turned around and said to Zhou Tai: "Give them some dry food, and then return the war horse to them." ”

Zhou Tai muttered a few words, wanting to say something to Huo Qing, but in the end he didn't say anything and did as Huo Qing instructed.

After seeing these Tuoba cavalry wrap up the corpse of Tuoba Hongye and leave, Zhou Tai finally couldn't help but ask: "General Huo, I really can't understand why I should be so good to the enemy. ”

Huo Qing chuckled: "Then what should General Ben do according to your meaning?" Returning to Beijing with Tuoba Hongye's corpse? And then kill all these Monroe? ”

Zhou Tai looked dazed: "Shouldn't it be like this?" The Hu people are capricious, and they should all be killed now. ”

Huo Qing asked: "Tens of millions of people in the Mengluo Grassland, have you killed the light?" Even if you kneel here and let you cut it, it will take decades!

What's more, what Your Majesty wants is the Mengluo Grassland, and saving the former royal family and nobles is far more than the benefits brought by killing, you will understand in the future! ”

Zhou Tai nodded as if he didn't understand, and then asked, "Then what should we do now?" ”

As soon as the words fell, Zhuo Shaoyun came to report with excitement on his face: "General Huo, Zhu Ling and they are back, bringing a lot of herdsmen and cattle and sheep......

Huo Qing smiled: "This bastard, it's finally back, let's go, take a look~"