Facts have proved that when a person is faced with gold and sheep fat jade, he will hesitate a little, after all, this amount of money is too easy to obtain, and it will always make people suspicious.

But.

When faced with a large amount of astronomical amounts of gold and sheep fat jade, almost all the confusion will disappear, and there will be no drop......

No way, people give too much.

In the face of the five chests of gold, mutton fat and jade, whether it was the leader of the Qiang people, Samba, or the high priest Jiayang, as well as the warriors, women, and slaves in the tent, they all looked straight at each other.

"These are the rewards given to us?"

After more than a dozen breaths, Samba, the leader of the Qiang tribe, pulled out his greedy gaze from the gold and mutton fat jade with difficulty, and the two red and purple lips trembled slightly, and swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva, making Yang Chuan laugh for a while.

"Naturally, it's for you, and it's for them," Yang Chuan pointed to the steady stream of Qiang warriors coming outside the door, and said very generously: "There is a saying on the grassland, gold is matched with warriors, and jade is the most noble." ”

"These gold and jade, placed in the tent of King Youxian, can neither make the cattle and sheep fat, nor make our pastures bigger, nor can they let the earth produce more gold and precious stones."

"But."

Yang Chuan paused for a few breaths and turned his head to look at the high priest Jia Yang: "However, if these gold and precious stones are rewarded to our leaders and warriors, they will go on horses and fight, so that our pastures will become more and more vast day by day, and our cattle, sheep and livestock will naturally grow fat."

Do you think that's the truth, High Priest Kayang? ”

The old god Jiayang nodded, and said very seriously: "Venerable Lord Huns, every word you say is very good; The reason you are talking about is naturally very reasonable, but ......"

Jia Yang suddenly changed his words, stretched out a thin old finger, pointed at the Qiang warriors outside, and said lightly: "Shouldn't all the gold and sheep fat jade be left with the head man and the high priest, and then, according to their merits, slowly distribute them?" ”

When the warriors outside heard this, their faces changed slightly.

Just now I heard that there is gold and mutton fat jade, and everyone's face showed a simple and honest smile, but after listening to the words of the high priest, these Qiang warriors all shut up.

Yang Chuan sat in the center, watching coldly, and had already made a decision in his heart.

It seems that the high priest of this Black Tiger tribe does not have a good relationship with those warriors.

Of course, this is basically nonsense.

Yang Chuan, who has been a slave in the Qiang tribe for several years, doesn't know that in fact, all the Qiang warriors have a bad relationship with the so-called head man and high priest.

The so-called class consciousness...... Right?

Yang Chuan didn't bother to think about it.

His face suddenly became gloomy, and he turned his head to look at the head man, Samba, "Samba head, do you also think that you should leave the gold and precious stones in your tent and the high priest's tent?" ”

The head man Samba shivered inexplicably: "No, no, no, the Huns can give it to whoever they want, I don't have any greedy thoughts......"

Yang Chuan nodded slightly, suddenly raised his head, and said to the tent dome: "Then let the Great Immortal Heaven decide." ”

As soon as the words fell, the white light flashed in front of everyone's eyes, and a fat snow leopard suddenly appeared beside Yang Chuan, rubbing, rubbing, and grinding very affectionately, and stretched out a pink tongue more than half a foot long, gently licking the back of Yang Chuan's hand.

The Qiang people were taken aback.

The Divine Beast of the Great Snow Mountain.

Snow leopard!

The snow leopard is not large, it is rare to see in the world, and it flashes once in a while, but it is also far away in a flash; But in the hearts of the Qiang people and the Huns, this beast that never hurts people ranks first and is called the Snow Mountain Divine Beast.

In some tribes, there are even high priests who treat them as children of the Lord.

See, this is the importance of feudal superstition.

Yang Chuan was dressed as a Xiongnu nobleman, and with two thousand well-equipped young cavalry, he could only make these Qiang people fearful and cowering; However, as soon as Sister Leopard appeared, the atmosphere at the scene became abnormal.

All the Qiang people 'poofed', knelt on their knees, and then, a five-body threw themselves to the ground: "The king of the snow mountain!" ”

"It's the messenger of the Immortal Heaven......"

Every Qiang man lay on the ground, kissing the earth vigorously with his forehead, nose and mouth, ignoring the dung of cattle, sheep and livestock on the ground, and weeping bitterly one by one.

Immediately afterwards, the Qiang people, like those Huns, pulled out their knives one after another and hit them in the face a few times.

Blood flowed, tears and snot covered half of his face, and he was very religious.

Yang Chuan condescended to watch coldly, until the knife wounds on the faces of those Qiang people healed and no longer oozing blood, he said indifferently: "I am from the top of the snow-capped mountains, and along the way, I have seen the shepherds who cry sadly, the priests who despise the warriors, and the stingy leaders. ”

"Our pastures are so big that they can't feed the lambs we give birth to in the spring."

"Our warriors are brave and strong, but they are like a flock of lowly rats, digging in the filthy mud, and sending their own food, and their cattle, and their women, into other people's tents, and let the rat-like beasts eat our food, and slaughter our animals, and wriggle like maggots in the bellies of our women, sowing their lowly and filthy seeds."

"So."

"Those maggots, should they die?"

Yang Chuan's voice was very soft, with a hint of baritone heaviness, coupled with his clear and transparent voice, making these singing-like words like a magic sound, making those Qiang warriors lying on the ground tremble.

No one has ever said that.

Whether it is in the Qiang tribe or in the Xiongnu tribe, the so-called warriors are actually just some slaves who can ride horses and shoot arrows, not only to fight for those noble lords who shed blood and sweat, but also may have to send their own women to the tents of those noble lords to be calaminated.

Almost all the Qiang and Xiongnu people thought that this was the mandate of heaven and a matter of course.

But.

Why did the Great Snow Mountain envoy say that this was all wrong......

Just when everyone was confused, the old god of the Qiang tribe, Jiayang, suddenly spoke: "Who are you?" Why do you dare to say such a rebellious word? Aren't you afraid of the punishment of Immortal Heaven and ...... you?"

Without waiting for the old god stick to finish speaking, Yang Chuan looked at Sister Leopard with a sideways face and blinked quietly.

Thereupon.

A white light flashed, and with a 'smack', a cloud of blood mist splattered from the throat of the old god's stick Jiayang, mixed with a series of 'gurgling' sounds, which made people's teeth ache.

Sister Leopard was fatal with one blow.

Then, it jumped lightly on Yang Chuan's shoulder, stretched out its half-foot-long pink tongue, elegantly licked the blood on its cheek, and let out a terrible snoring sound in its throat.

Quiet.

Deathly silence.

All the Qiang people were stunned.

Their high priest died like this?

That is the spokesperson of the Immortal Heaven, the spiritual pillar of the tribe, and the only existence that can communicate and dialogue with the heavens, just like that, he was bitten off his throat by the king of the snowy mountain and turned into a slightly twitching corpse?

"Lord Huns...... Uh, no, the Great Snow Mountain Emissary, what are you? ”

Samba, the head of the tribe, swallowed his saliva vigorously and stammered, his face covered with beads of sweat.

"This is what the King of the Snow Mountain means," Yang Chuan said very coldly, "High Priest Jia Yang pretended to be a god and a ghost, and under the pretext of communicating with the Immortal Heaven, he harmed the tribe, and his sins were enough to make him die ten thousand times." ”

"The king of the snow-capped mountains has lived for more than 800 years, and he has long been spiritual, he is the true son and daughter of the immortal heaven, and he is the shadow of heaven on the earth."

"Its meaning is the meaning of immortality."

The sambatou man opened his mouth and stammered for several breaths, and wanted to say something.

At this time, Sister Leopard suddenly raised her head, let out a low snoring sound, and stared at the Samba head man with a faint gaze, as if she was examining and thinking.

Or, it's just a daze.

All in all, the Sambatou man finally shut up.

That's right.

Yang Chuan's face gradually relaxed, and he casually ordered: "Give all these gold, mutton fat and jade to the warriors." ”

Two groups of young soldiers walked briskly, and while 'gurgling' in the skillful Xiongnu dialect, they rewarded the Qiang warriors with gold coins and sheep fat jade carvings.

Soon, there was a burst of cheers from the crowd.

However, this cheering sound always felt a little weird in Yang Chuan's ears, just like a mute who had never spoken, suddenly opened his mouth and shouted, which was quite uncomfortable.

Yang Chuan thought about it very seriously, and gradually understood where this strange feeling came from-

[Turn over the serf and sing].

……

easily solved the bad things of the Black Tiger Tribe, and the wine banquet finally began.

Stir-fried calf, roasted whole sheep, pheasant and mushroom soup, plus some pot helmet buns that the Qiang people have never seen before...... By the way, there are also some 'Ganges water Lao Baigan' in the bag, which quickly pushed the atmosphere of the banquet to a climax.

Naturally, Yang Chuan became the master of this tribe.

He sat in the middle, eating meat slowly and drinking slowly, showing the atmosphere of a nobleman.

Of course, compared to Sister Leopard, his momentum is a lot worse after all.

I saw it......

Well, when this thing was eating, it began to lose its image, occupying a roasted whole sheep, a few slate beef tenderloins, and grinning at two sand sculptures, all of which were a little protective of food.

It's just that seeing that the 'King of the Snow Mountain' was so domineering and suppressed the 'King of the Sky' to death, those Qiang people were even more convinced that these Huns in front of them were really nobles......

Of course, this kind of subtle psychology can't escape Yang Chuan's cold eyes.

That's good.

A gentleman surnamed Lu once said that the best way to completely defeat a group is not to kill them all, but to let the idol in their hearts collapse and make their spiritual world a wasteland before they are killed.

Only in this way can it be uprooted.

Sister Leopard, Yang Chuan, and the two sand sculptures became the masters of the banquet.

The tribal leader named Samba became an errand runner instead, and when he saw that the meat on that table was gone, he would be very doggy 'report the situation', so he almost knelt at Yang Chuan's feet to lick it.

For such a result, Yang Chuan is very satisfied.

He is a cook, and he is not good at fighting and killing, but he is good at coordinating and using various condiments to cook delicious meals with the ingredients at hand......

"Sambatou, warriors."

Seeing that everyone was eating and drinking wine and meat, under the service of Zhang Tang, Sima Qian, and Dongfang Shuo, they cleaned their faces, hands, and mouths.

After that, he spoke: "Originally, King Youxian meant to want everyone to go to the area of Wusheling to fight and destroy a lone Han Dynasty army, but just now I channeled with the king of the snow mountain, but I found that the meaning of the king of the snow mountain is to let us stay here and dig gold and ......stone for the immortal heaven."

The Qiang people were dumbfounded.

Unlike the Han people, these Qiang people have lived on the grassland for a long time, and they talk to their cattle, sheep and livestock more often than they communicate with people, so almost every grassland herdsman is very silent.

To put it mildly, it's called heavy.

Yang Chuan stubbornly believes that this is a typical submissiveness, which is fundamentally because they have lost the ability to think under the long-term high-pressure life......

Therefore, after listening to Yang Chuan's words, almost no one raised questions or objections, just glanced at Yang Chuan with a blank expression, and then at Sister Leopard.

Then, take another look at the murderous 'Huns' around you.

"Since it is the meaning of the king of the snow mountain, then what else is there to say," Samba Tou stood up, bowed to Sister Leopard in a proper manner, and then turned his head to look at Yang Chuan: "Say, what can we do, the honorable Hun Lord commands." ”

Yang Chuan was also not polite, and said indifferently: "The king of the Snow Mountain wants to settle here for a while, and while protecting your Black Tiger Tribe, he will also give you blessings, so that you can dig up the gold as soon as possible."

Therefore, build a stockade first, so that the king of the snowy mountains and his servants can live.

Of course, the stockade can be built bigger and stronger, so that the people of the other tribes do not hear the news, and take our mines, gold, women and children......"

……

So, a few days and nights later.

On a certain sunny hillside of Dachaigou, a very solid military village rises from the ground, the city wall of boulders and logs is five zhang high, and the area is also very large, about seventy or eighty acres of land size, from a distance, it looks like an ancient monster.

In the end, there is strength in numbers.

Under the 'excellent combination' of Yang Chuan, Sister Leopard, and Silly Eagle, it only took one day and one night for Yang Chuan to gather all the Qiang tribes within a radius of 100 miles to form a very special 'infrastructure team'.

This place is full of pale cyan rocks and many primeval forests, so it is very convenient to use local materials.

Of course, what made the Qiang people dumbfounded was the means of the two thousand young soldiers.

The stones and logs needed to build the city were all dug and cut down by those young soldiers themselves, and they were not allowed to be seen by others.

The same goes for logging.

The young soldiers burrowed into a forest on the hillside, and without knowing what to do, the huge pine trees slowly fell to the ground one by one, making one after another 'crackling' sounds, and were quickly cut off from the branches, stripped of their bark, and turned into some huge smooth logs, which became excellent materials for building the city.

In addition, what frightened the Qiang people was that in the past few days, the leaders and high priests of the tribe have become more and more irritable, and they want to whip people at every turn.

And also.

The family members of the tribal leaders and high priests also began to become a little abnormal, with blue lips and serious protruding eyes.

The eyeballs were crawling with terrible bloodshots.

Scarlet and scarlet, like some legendary evil spirit......

(End of chapter)