Zhao Weiwang in the Warring States Period

After the chase was over, all the warriors who returned victoriously were welcomed back in the Huns camp, and a grand celebration began.

Under the vast sky, countless bonfires were blazing. The soldiers of the coalition army sang and danced beside the fires, and the air was filled with the fragrance of kumiss.

They celebrated their victory to their heart's content, and regarded this victory as a gift from heaven to them. From time to time, some people could be seen getting drunk and dragging the trembling Yuezhi women around them into the tent. The woman's cries came out, adding a lot of excitement to all the Huns who heard this scene.

In the king's tent of the Huns, Du Longqi Shanyu was entertaining Jun Xumi, the leader of Wusun.

"Come on, for our victory, let's drink this glass of wine together!" The bearded Du Longqi Shanyu laughed incomparably heroically, and raised the cranium in his hand that was made of the skull of Helan Yueshi. The finished wine glass saluted Jun Xumi in front of him.

Sitting at the bottom of Du Longqi, Jun Xumi, who had two braids tied behind his head, also smiled and raised the bone wine glass in his hand: "It is an honor for our Wusun tribe to be able to defeat the Yuezhi people together with Shanyu! "

The two raised their glasses at the same time and drank the wine in the cup, then looked at each other and laughed.

Du Longqi Shanyu squinted his eyes, stared at Jun Xumi in front of him and said with a smile: "The failure of the Yuezhi people is now a foregone conclusion. I wonder what the Wusun tribe will do next?"

Jun Xumi's heart moved slightly, knowing that this is the time to start discussing the division of territory, so he smiled quietly at Du Longqi in front of him: "Wusun and the Xiongnu are brothers, so naturally they obey the elder brother's arrangement. "

This is to give up the power to carve up the territory of the Yuezhi people to the Huns.

In fact, there is no way not to let it go. After all, after capturing so many Yuezhi people, the current Huns have expanded to a scale of almost 2 troops, which is far from what Wusun, who has only [-] horses, can compare.

Whoever is strong is the master, this is the highest standard prevailing on the grasslands.

Du Longqi Shanyu laughed, obviously very satisfied with Jun Xumi's sense of humor.

After filling another glass of wine, Du Longqi Shanyu said to Jun Xumi slowly: "In this case, Yanzhi Mountain is the boundary between you and me, and the east of Yanzhi Mountain belongs to me. , the west of Yanzhi Mountain belongs to you, how about it?"

"Yanzhi Mountain?" Jun Xumi was slightly taken aback when he heard the words.

If this plan is followed, the Wusun people can only get about one-fifth of the land of the Yuezhi people, and they are the most tasteless ones. Most of the fertile grasslands are all owned by the Huns.

This is undoubtedly a very unfair distribution scheme.

A trace of anger flashed across Jun Xumi's face, but the leader of Wusun quickly concealed the anger in his heart, and instead smiled: "Since Shanyu has already been assigned, then our Wusun is naturally No problem."

"Very good!" Dulongqi Chanyu laughed, and raised his glass again: "Let's toast to the friendship between the Xiongnu and Wusun!"

Jun Xumi also raised his wine glass and said with a forced smile: "In the name of the gods, I wish the Huns to become the rulers of the entire grassland!"

Du Longqi nodded with a smile, and suddenly said: "By the way, my brother will lead troops eastward in a few days, and the task of chasing and killing Weishishka will be handed over to my virtuous brother."

"East advance?" Jun Xumi's heart skipped a beat, with a surprised expression on his face: "Could it be that Shan Yu wants to attack Zhao Guo?"

Du Longqi Shanyu snorted, and said: "That's natural. The Zhao people defeated our Huns a few years ago. That is the shame of our Huns! Such a shame can only be washed away with blood! I will lead My men and horses rest here for half a month, and after half a month, they will start attacking Zhao Guo, so that Zhao Guo people can understand the strength of our Xiongnu!"

Du Longqi Chanyu's words were resounding, obviously full of confidence in the victory of this war.

Chapter 6 Xian Shan's Beautiful Life (Second Update)

Zhao Guo, Shuofang County.

The sky is gray, the wild is vast, and the wind blows the grass and the cattle and sheep are low.This is the truest portrayal of this prairie.

Xian Shan's life is very comfortable, at least he thinks so.

Since surrendering to Zhao State, all the Baiyang tribe members have been completely dispersed and scattered among the settlements in the two counties of Hetao and Shuofang.

As the prince of the Baiyang Tribe, Xian Shan did not enjoy any special treatment, and was also assigned to a settlement about eighty miles away from Dingxi City with his wife and children.

To be honest, Xian Shan was very angry at Zhao Guoren's obvious split plan at the beginning.

But as time slowly passed, Xian Shan suddenly felt that this kind of life that only needs to herd cattle and sheep every day, and then go home to accompany his wife and children at night, without worrying about precariousness, is actually not bad.

It only needs to turn in a batch of cattle and sheep every year, and then they can exchange for enough food to survive the cold winter. For the former Xianshan, this is a great thing that they could not even imagine.

In addition, every New Year's Day, the officials of Zhao State will always send some wine and meat, which can be regarded as Zhao State's condolences to the residents in the settlements.

Although these wine and meat are not too much, the residents in the settlements will always entertain the officials warmly every time, and the officials with a dead face on weekdays will always put down all the airs and wait in the settlements. The residents of the city sang and danced together.

There are not only Huns like Xianshan in the settlement, but also Linhu people, Lou Fanren, Donghu people and so on.

However, according to those officials, there are actually not so many ethnic groups in these settlements, and some are only Zhao people.

For some reason, Xian Shan agreed with these officials from the bottom of his heart.

Xian Shan's son, Touman, has grown up. Although he still walks a little shaky, he can always call out the word "Daddy" in a loud and childlike voice, which makes Xian Shan very satisfied.

Overall, life is pretty good.

Although it was always strange for Xian Shan to be reduced from the dignified successor of the Aries tribe to the head of a settlement, Xian Shan did not have any psychological preparations to go back to the past.

Xian Shan now owns one hundred sheep, fifty cows and ten horses. This is not a valuable fortune, but it is enough for Xian Shan, a family of four.

The officials of the State of Zhao are vigorously advocating spring plowing and have distributed a lot of farm tools.

Xian Shan is good at horses, and herding is no problem at all, but when he is faced with those strange farm tools called Quyuanli, he still feels a little unsure of where to start.

However, when Xianshan knew that only [-] acres of grassland could grow enough food for his family for a year in half a year, he immediately persevered without hesitation.

Xian Shan didn't even care about the seemingly cruel thing that Zhao's officials wanted to pierce their own bull's nose so that the bull could pull the Quyuanli.

For the people of the desert, hunger is almost the main theme of every winter.Even the descendants of nobles like Xian Shan subconsciously don't want to have anything to do with hunger.

The sun was setting on this day, and Xian Shan led a few cattle with satisfaction, and headed towards the settlement not far away.

Curling cooking smoke has emerged from the sky of the settlement, and the rows of tents look neat and conspicuous.

Although the officials of Zhao State hoped that they could build houses, the people in the grasslands were obviously more used to living in tents.

However, Xian Shan is indeed ready to build a new house. The dilapidated tent is always difficult to withstand the cold wind in winter, which is an uncomfortable thing for Xian Shan's family.

Moreover, judging from the house plans shown by the officials of Zhao State, the area of ​​the house is obviously much larger than that of the tent.

In just a few days, the officials of Zhao State will send the seeds, and after the planting is over, the house will be built in a month, and Xian Shan can go to Dingxi City to serve in peace.

For the people of the seven counties in the north of Zhao State, like Xian Shan, they have to bring their own bows and arrows, weapons and horses to the city where the county government is located every year for three months of guard duty.

In fact, there are many targets that this garrison guards against. Taking Shuofang County where Xianshan is located, these targets include the Xiongnu in the north, the Yuezhi in the west, and the Yiqu and Qin people in the south.

In the past two years, Xian Shan has won a full ten heads by virtue of his outstanding archery skills, and thus became a cavalry general.

Xian Shan didn't have any sympathy for the so-called Huns who died under his arrows, because the Huns were all wolves, and it was normal for wolves to bite and kill each other.

Li Mu, the commander of the Border Cavalry Corps in Zhao State, admired Xian Shan very much. He once hoped that Xian Shan could become his personal guard, but Xian Shan politely declined.

For Xianshan, spending his whole life with his family in such a quiet way may be his best destination.

When he returned to his tent, Xian Shan's thoughts were completely withdrawn.