I’m The King

Standing outside the old camp in Huyanbu, Niu Ben, Helanjie and others were all stunned. Beforehand, they had imagined the plight of Huyanbu, but obviously the facts still exceeded their imagination. The tattered old camp in front of them, The ragged tribesmen and their numb eyes all show that the Huyan tribe has now come to life and death.

The Huyan Department is the only force on this land that has not yielded to Wang Jian, but they have also paid a huge price for this. They came to this land several years earlier than Wang Jian, but unfortunately, they The leaders of Wang Jian do not have the strategic awareness and talents like Wang Jian. After coming to this land, they still retain their usual style of grazing. The fluid grazing makes them constantly conflict with the local forces, and when the green and yellow are out of touch, they still retain their usual style. Frequent looting has made them public enemies on this land. In the conflicts, their vitality has been continuously weakened, and in the end they can barely occupy their heels on this land.

But casually, Wang Scissors came.

The Qin army led by Wang Jian began to sweep the rulers on this land with a strong attitude. Compared with the Huyan Ministry, their strategy was more ambitious and the tactics were more flexible. It only took three years to sweep or regain the rulers. Of all the forces on the land, the Huyan Tribe is an exception.

The Xiongnu died at the hands of the Qin people. The Huyan tribe could not forget this. They attributed their current plight to the inability of the Qin people to pursue them. From the perspective of the Huyan tribe, the arrival of the Wang Jiansuo was right. The last remaining power of the Huns was chased and killed. They were on this land, with their eyes and ears blocked, and they had no idea about the current changes in the Central Plains. If they knew that Wang Jian was also a chased fugitive, they would not know how they would feel. .

The more than one hundred Huyan fighters they had encountered before were the most neatly dressed people among them. He Lanjie sighed silently, the current situation of Huyan Department in front of him. It reminded him involuntarily the days when He Lanxiong took them to escape on the grassland more than ten years ago.

A woman was carrying a bundle of withered grass with icy debris on her back. She stood at the gate of the old camp in a daze, looking at this group of well-dressed outsiders. In such icy and snowy weather, God knows how far she has walked from the snow. After picking up these forages, her clothes were in tatters, and in some places she could not even hide her shame. A little boy with a runny nose held the corner of the woman tightly, and the little boy was wrapped in a black felt. With a straw rope tied around his waist, he barely wrapped the felt around his body. What made He Lanjie sad was that the little boy was carrying a handful of grass fodder on his back.

A child of this age, in a big man, should now be sitting in a warm classroom, listening to the teachers teaching, holding textbooks. Lang Sheng recites, or after school, snuggling in the arms of his parents, rolling and acting like a baby, or wearing a thick cotton coat. Wearing a tight hat, he is waving a small shovel and happily building a snowman outside the house.

He took a deep breath, strode over, and took off his cloak. He squatted down, stretched out his hand to tear off the fodder from the child, and wrapped the child tightly in the thick cloak.

The child is a little nervous. He kept twisting his body, staring wide-eyed, looking up at his mother.

The woman couldn't help but feel a little nervous when he saw He Lanxiong's movements. When he saw He Lanxiong's movements, her eyes suddenly turned red, and she threw away the fodder on her back, and knelt down in the snow with a cry, "Thank you very much, thank you very much. "

He Lanjie pulled the woman up, "Where is his father?"

"Dead, died in a war in the spring." The woman whispered.

He Lanxiong knew that in the Xiongnu tribe, if the man in the family died, it would be tantamount to collapse. He stood up and patted the little boy's head behind him, "Hold on for a few more days and everything will be fine."

Inside the old camp, there was chaos. A brawny man wrapped in fur strode out with a group of warriors. He is the current patriarch of the Huyan Tribe, Hu Yanzhuo.

"Helan Bu?" Hu Yanzhuo looked at Helanjie with piercing eyes. The Qin defeated the Xiongnu, and then the court of the Xiongnu was also chased down on the grassland. The former patriarch of Huyan felt that the trend was over, and he must stay in the grassland. After being driven to death by the Qin people, they took the Huyan Department across the desert and arrived at this place. But within a few days of comfortable days, they became the public enemy of the people of this land. With the arrival of Wang Jian, they became even more so. One day is not as good as one day, and now he has stood on the edge of the cliff, on the verge of extinction.

After crossing the desert, they originally had more than a thousand soldiers and thousands of soldiers, but after more than ten years, not only did they not get a rest, but now they have shrunk to only more than 300 soldiers, less than two thousand soldiers. If it hadn't been for this year that Wang Jian suddenly encountered the big problem of eating in black clothes and had no thoughts to entangle them, I'm afraid they would not be able to persist at this time.

But even so, they can't survive this winter. These more than a hundred cavalry soldiers were originally sent out by Hu Yanzhuo to see if they could rob something, but now they are cutting on this land with the king. Stable, each farm, the city formed a linked defense, even if it is robbery, it is difficult to succeed.

In order to survive, Hu Yanzhuo almost couldn't sleep at night, even if he was the patriarch, his family was almost exhausted. Today I received a return from the cavalry sent out. It was said that there were more than a dozen Huns claiming to be from the Helan tribe. This surprised him. When will the Huns be able to move freely on the territory of the Qin people? Wang Jian's people are accompanied, what is the reason?

He knew about the Helan Tribe. When he left the prairie, the Helan Tribe was just a small tribe and not worth mentioning. There were not many people at all.

"Helanjie, Helan, I have seen the patriarch!" He Banjie soothed his heart with his right hand and half bent over.

Hu Yanzhuo returned the gift with the same etiquette. He straightened up and asked, "Brother Helan, why are you here? How did you get here?"

He Lanjie leaned over half of his body and let the cow who was born behind him run over, "Patriarch Huyan, let me introduce you. This is the special envoy of the Great Han Kingdom, General Niu Benniu. This time we are the guard Niu General who came to join Wang Jian. General Wang, who was negotiating, heard that the Huyan tribe was here, so he came to visit."

"Great Han Kingdom?" Hu Yanzhuo's eyes showed doubts. When they came out, Gao Yuan was just a small Fufeng county lieutenant. There was no Han Kingdom before.

"Yes, Dahan Kingdom, now the most powerful country in the Central Plains, the Huyan patriarch, this matter is a long story, let's talk about it inside!" Niu Ben smiled.

"Isn't Qin State the most powerful in the Central Plains?" Hu Yanzhuo didn't believe it.

"The Qin people have been beaten to death by us, and they are about to die!" Niu Ben laughed and raised his head proudly.

Whether it's true or not, this is a piece of news that makes Hu Yanzhuo very happy, and his face suddenly shows some light, "Please, please, go to my big account to talk."

In Hu Yanzhuo’s big tent, or in this old camp, there is the only tent supplied by charcoal fire. The tattered, patchy tents that came along the way were mostly burnt by cattle. The feces, the smell, He Lanjie is already very strange, it has long been forgotten to the deepest part of the memory, but today, the scars in these memories have been hooked up again. Seeing the numb, hungry faces in those tents, not only He Lanjie, but Niu Ben also felt a little trembling.

Among this tribe, there are mostly old and weak women and children, and very few young and strong men. Most of them have fallen forever in battles.

Niu Ben stepped into Hu Yanzhuo’s big tent and was choked by the thick soot smoke. He noticed that the carpet inside the big tent was actually damaged from the side of the head of the dignified clan. It reflects the current embarrassment of Huyan Department.

A group of people were sitting around the fire, and Yu Jiang was naturally not qualified to go in. He and his soldiers were placed in a number of rotten tents. Naturally, there was no dung-burning fire inside. Outside, it was A line of samurai calling Yanbu hugged them tightly.

"Come on, drink some horse milk wine first to warm up your body." Inside the big tent, Hu Yanzhuo greeted everyone with enthusiasm. Anyway, He Lanjie was from the other tribes of the Huns he had seen again in the past many years. people.

"Patriarch Huyan, your days are really a bit bad!" Niu Ben sighed after taking a sip of the kumiss.

Hu Yanzhuo's expression dimmed suddenly, "Yes, if we can survive this winter, by the spring of tomorrow, the animals will give birth to many young babies, and we can find more food, and the days may get better. "

"Has Patriarch Huyan ever considered leaving here?" Niu Ben asked ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ to leave? Where can I go? This place is now owned by the people of Qin, and only Almaty is still ours, or even this last place of recuperation is about to be lost. We have nowhere to go. We can only count as a day. "Hu Yanzhuo said.

"Come with us and go back to the big man." He Lanjie put down the mare kumiss in his hand, "Where, you will be properly settled, you will be allocated pastures, there will be new tents, and more livestock. You. Days will get better day by day. In Dahan, there will be no war, let alone hunger."

"Big man!" Hu Yanzhuo murmured.

"Yes, Dahan, Huyan patriarch, and the Xiongnu survivors who did not leave that year, are now living in Dahan. They are living well. He Lanxiong, the patriarch of our Helan tribe, is now the commander of the Dahan Third Military Region, commanding dozens of them. Ten thousand people, the commander’s sister, He Lanyan, is Dahan’s princess, and I am He Lanjie. Now I am also a lieutenant general of the Dahan Kingdom. Under his command, he carries thousands of cavalry. In Dahan Huns, he can be an official and do business. , And those who are still willing to graze will give them pastures. If the children can read, they all have a very good life." He Lanjie said in a breath.

Listening to He Lanjie's words, Hu Yanzhuo's eyes widened, as if a little silly. (To be continued...)