I, Dong Zhuo, love the people like a son

The Xiongnu girl was very straightforward and took off her clothes in front of many people.The speed was so fast that Old Dong didn't even have time to react.

Then, he got angry.

Quickly put the clothes back on again: "Why do you think that the old man wants you to help me with this kind of help!... Does the old man look like that kind of person!"

Fortunately, the answer from the Hun girl saved old Dong a little face: "Old god, the women here are useless, the only thing I can help is this."

As she said that, she blushed: "Just don't think I'm dirty..."

She has delicate features, and is actually very attractive.It's just that the body is really dirty. After all, poor people can't take a bath frequently.

"The old man wants you to go out and ride a horse and tell the people around you. No matter if they are Han, Huns or Qiang Di people, as long as there are sick people in the family, they can come here for medical treatment."

The girl was taken aback for a moment, never expecting that the old Dong's request would be like this.

"Well, don't worry about your father, someone in the army will take care of him. Also, don't worry about your safety, the old man will send the personal guard battalion to protect him."

"In addition, tell them that they are also welcome to barter here in the barracks, such as cattle, sheep, furs, and good horses, but slaves are not welcome."

After finally understanding what Old Dong was going to do, the girl kowtowed on the spot without saying a word.

At this time, Jia Xu finally understood the meaning of old Dong: "Xiangguo feels that the Han and Hu people here are no longer distinguished from each other, and we can't just be hostile to them, so we need to use the method of appeasing Huairou to open a gap in Suide?"

"Well, the old man said it when he was in the four counties in the west. To put it bluntly, ethnic conflicts are conflicts in the struggle for living space. Often the more intense the conflicts, the more violent the conflicts will be, and the blood will flow like rivers."

"At the end of the fight, you will find that war can't solve the problem at all, it can only benefit the murderers."

Old Dong nodded and continued: "Ordinary people at the bottom, no matter what ethnicity they are, will become victims of the war."

As he said that, he looked back at the old Hun and said, "He is a Hun, but he has never plundered a Han in his life, and he keeps himself safe. Can this also be said that 'if he is not of my race, his heart must be different'?"

Jia Xu was very appreciative of this, and shook his head and said, "Xiangguo needn't say too much. At the beginning, this sentence was about the state of Chu in the Spring and Autumn Period. But isn't the land of Chu today the land of Han?"

"That's why I think that every nation, from Wuling Man to Nanzhong Man, from Qiang to Hun. In this world, everyone is raised by their parents and has the right to survive."

He opened his arms and said with emotion: "In this world, apart from killing, there should be another way to allow everyone to survive together."

"Is this the way of communicating through business, treating people equally, plundering through culture, and integrating through blood?" Jia Xu smiled slightly and said, "At the same time, this kind of kindness is not abused, and you still hold the knife tightly in your hand?"

"Well, kindness must have some edge."

Old Dong nodded in approval first, then shook his head and said, "However, in Shuofang and Shangjun where the Han and Hu have initially merged, you can put the knife back into the sheath first."

As he said that, his face became bitter: "After all, we want to draw a knife, and we don't have any in our hands!"

"The [-] horses... were taken away by Feng Xian and Wen Yuan, but there were cavalry in the king's camp of the Huns." Then he looked at Jia Xu, and said something incomprehensible: "No horses, no infantry. , although it is very high-definition and can be seen at a glance. But in our current situation, it is obviously not possible..."

"Brother Shen!"

"Ok!"

Shen Changqing was walking on the road, and when he met someone he knew, he would say hello or nod to each other.

But no matter who.

Everyone's face has no superfluous expressions, as if they are very indifferent to everything.

In this regard.

Shen Changqing is used to it.

Because this is the Ministry of Suppression, it is an organization that maintains the stability of Daqin. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.

It can be said.

In the Demon Suppression Division, everyone had a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but over time he got used to it.

The town magic department is very big.

Those who can stay in the Town Demon Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppression Division is divided into two occupations, one is the guardian envoy and the other is the demon slayer.

Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Division starts from the lowest level of demon slayer.

Then he was promoted step by step, and finally he was expected to become a guardian envoy.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest-ranked slayer.

Has the memory of the predecessor.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Town Demon Division.

It didn't take too long, Shen Changqing stopped in front of an attic.

Different from other places full of chills in the Demon Suppression Division, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, showing a different tranquility in the bloody Suppression Demon Division.

At this time, the door to the attic was open, and occasionally people came in and out.

Shen Changqing just hesitated for a moment, then stepped inside.

Enter the attic.

Circumstances have changed in vain.

A burst of ink fragrance mixed with the faint smell of blood rushed towards his face, causing his brows to instinctively wrinkle, but then quickly stretched.

There is almost no way to clean the bloody smell on everyone in the Zhen Mosi.

Chapter 311 Does the old man know...

In less than three days, a large crowd of people had already surrounded Suide County.

There are quite a few people who see a doctor, but most of them come to trade.Fortunately, Old Dong was well prepared, and the civil servants were well equipped for this expedition, so he immediately opened up a discussion room and a doctor's area.

But soon he discovered that it was not enough to create temporary markets and hospitals.

Later, many Huns, Han people, Qiang people, and Di people actually began to let Han officials mediate disputes and make judgments.With no other way, Lao Dong asked Du Ji to form a temporary court.

Fortunately, these people are not interested in children's education, otherwise, if the school is opened, it will feel more like a big temple fair in the countryside in the 56s.

After such a set of operations, the prestige and popularity value will naturally rise. After checking the agricultural mall, you can exchange for a cross-generation product.

This time he didn't hesitate, and directly chose to exchange for chili: Zhuyu is always used in the spicy pot when mutton is boiled, and the taste is not right no matter how you eat it...

"Our place is so hot now, the news should have reached the court of the Huns, right?" Old Dong still felt quite satisfied after biting the pepper in his mouth and leaving the seeds carefully after gnawing.

Yu Fuluo's performance was like eating too much chili and his butt caught fire: "Xiangguo, there is such a big momentum here, how could the Hun royal court not know about it?"

"Should we proceed to the next step?"

"Oh?..." Old Dong was taken aback, and asked, "What's the next step?"

Yu Fuluo immediately had an expression of "I asked me, how would I know?" Seeing that Old Dong was still staring at him seriously, he quickly panicked: "Xiangguo really has no plans for the next step?"

"The last time you were in Yang County to strategize and win thousands of miles, wasn't it quite capable?"

"Last time..." Yu Fuluo called at that time, and said with a sneer: "That was the idea of ​​Xun Jianjun and Jia Junshi, and I can only speak for it."

"Well, the old man has no grievances or enmities with you, and you can even say that you are kind. Don't take the old man as a fool in the future, understand?"

"I don't dare anymore..." The grassland wolf was as obedient as a golden retriever at this time, and couldn't help wagging its tail, and asked again: "Xiangguo, do you really have no next plan?"

"Of course there is, and you are still the protagonist." Only then was Old Dong satisfied, and said with a smile: "Now the heat is about the same, go, go, you?"

"Fuck me?"

"Well, go back to your court of the Huns. Get back what you lost!" Old Dong patted Yu Fuluo on the shoulder, very considerately: "Remember, you are not fighting alone."

"Behind you, there are 9000 old men... Uh, there are only more than [-] people now. But it doesn't matter, there is a big Han court behind this old man, what are you afraid of?"

Hearing this, Yu Fuluo felt that the whole person was not good: Xiangguo, although our Southern Huns have been mobilized since 100 years ago, it is not enough to scare less than 3 people, okay?

Moreover, most of your 9000 people have no horses...

So, he weakly wanted to express his opinion: "Xiangguo, I think that..."

"I don't want you to think, the old man wants me to think!" He was interrupted by Old Dong as soon as he spoke, and he put on an impatient look: "Are you teaching the old man how to do things?..."

"Xiangguo..." Yu Fuluo was on the verge of tears, and hurriedly said, "I'm not teaching Xiangguo how to do things, but... my Huns have a population of more than [-], and every adult man is an excellent fighter."

"If you really set your mind to it, it won't be a problem to recruit [-] string controllers..."

The implication is that the troops under your old Dong's command are very elite.But the infantry with less than 3 soldiers can't defeat the cavalry with [-] horses...

Hearing this, Old Dong laughed instead, pulled Yu Fuluo to sit down, and said, "Luo, come, I will tell you about history."

"Look, since entering the Later Han Dynasty, the Xiongnu is no longer the terrible empire that can force the Han Dynasty to bow its head. Do you admit it?"

Although these words were harsh, Yu Fuluo could not ignore the objective facts, so he could only nod slightly.

"Well, in AD 46, civil strife broke out within you due to the struggle for Shanyu's succession. Jihoushan's grandson Rizhu Wangbi asked the Han Dynasty for help in order to get support."

"After receiving the support of the Han Dynasty, Rizhu Wangbi called Han Xie Shanyu in AD 48, and the Huns have since split into two tribes, the Northern and Southern Xiongnu. The Southern Xiongnu, which is your branch, belonged to the Han Dynasty and moved to Serbia. In the north, the northern Xiongnu continued to stay in Mobei."

"Hmm..." Yu Fuluo didn't know why Old Dong said this suddenly, but he could only continue to echo.

"In 89 A.D., the army of our dynasty joined forces with your Southern Huns to defeat the Northern Huns in Jiluo Mountain. The Northern Huns fled Shanyu and surrendered more than [-] people."

"In 91 AD, our dynasty once again defeated the Northern Huns in Jinwei Mountain. The Northern Huns suffered heavy losses. The Northern Chanyu led the rest of the people to flee to Wusun, and began their long ethnic migration."

"As for you Southern Huns, you have been attacked by Xianbei many times, so you have to further attach yourself to the Han Dynasty." At this point, Old Dong paused, and then asked: "You know, what does this mean?"

"Explanation..." Yu Fuluo seemed to understand, but he didn't fully understand, "Xiangguo, don't tease me anymore, why don't you just say it?"

"It's very simple, it means that you Xiongnu have been beaten honestly by the Han Dynasty."

"Being honest?" Yu Fuluo was taken aback for a moment, then he was a little annoyed at the time: "Should an honest person be pointed at with a gun?"

"That's right, you're going back to the Xiongnu king's account this time to bully honest people. If you hesitate, you will lose. When you get there, you must show the aura of a village bully, understand?"

"Xiangguo!" Yu Fuluo got angry immediately, got up and said: "If Xiangguo wants to kill me, it's okay to do it now, why do you have to let me seek my own death!"

"Oh..." Old Dong pulled him to sit down again, and complained, "Why haven't you understood?... Now that the advantage is with us, the old man loves you before it's too late, so how can he harm you?"

"No matter what the Southern Huns say, there are still [-] troops!" Yu Fuluo didn't want to say that, it was really old Dong who was deceiving him too much, and he has tolerated him for a long time!

"But you are the justifiable Shanyu of the Southern Huns, and you are also the canonized envoy of the Huns in the Han Dynasty!" Old Dong took out the edict from his sleeve, and said: "And these days, you have accumulated money in Suide. Huge prestige!"

As he spoke, he stood up and waved his big sleeves slowly, letting the sleeves spread out over the crowds of alien races in front of him, and said: "Prestige seems invisible, but sometimes it can surpass a hundred thousand troops!"

"And your Southern Xiongnu's internal affairs are not monolithic. The 'old king' acting as the regent is just a few powerful tribal leaders. Everyone has selfishness. As long as there are too many people, their hearts will not be unified."

As he spoke, he began to speak earnestly, Deception: "You should know better than the old man the situation over there. We didn't bring many people with us this time, but I really pissed off the old man, and I can pull it out by just gathering together. One hundred thousand troops."

"No matter how crazy they are, do they still dare to declare war with the old man?"

"Xiangguo..." Hearing this, Yu Fuluo finally understood a little: "Xiangguo is going to be subordinate this time...the fox pretends to be the tiger, and then defeats them one by one?"

"Well... finally opened up a little bit." Old Dong nodded, and after thinking for a while, he said: "I'm going to bring Yu'er with me this time, and it's time for him to exercise."

"Besides, if the old man sends Zilong and Awei to you, he should have a bottom line in his heart, right?"

As he spoke, he looked seriously into Yu Fuluo's eyes: "Give it a go, and your bicycle will turn into a motorcycle. Take a bet, and your motorcycle will turn into a Land Rover. In this person's life, there are not many times to fight, and the conditions are created for you. If you don't use your chance..."

Hearing this, Yu Fuluo got up abruptly, with his beard and hair all stretched out, he gritted his teeth and said: "Xiangguo needless to say, this matter is done!"

"Okay!" Old Dong laughed heartily.

After Yu Fuluo walked away, Jia Xu appeared out of nowhere and asked leisurely, "Xiangguo, how sure can we be this time?"

Old Dong didn't rush to answer, but just took out the suona from his sleeve, and blew it on his mouth.

Then, he said with a confused face: "Does the old man know... Try it, if he can't do it this time, don't we still have Liu Bao."

"Brother Shen!"

"Ok!"

Shen Changqing was walking on the road, and when he met someone he knew, he would say hello or nod to each other.

But no matter who.

Everyone's face has no superfluous expressions, as if they are very indifferent to everything.

In this regard.

Shen Changqing is used to it.

Because this is the Ministry of Suppression, it is an organization that maintains the stability of Daqin. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.