At this time, in the court of Wuhuan Chanyu in Liucheng, there was complete silence, and one could hear the drop of a needle.
Under the fire pit, a body wrapped in black cloth was placed in the hall.
The Wuhuan chiefs present all had their heads lowered, but their eyes kept glancing. Some were looking at the corpse in the hall, and some were peeking at the couch above.
The dead man was the chief of the Galloping Horse Tribe. He had been drinking and playing with the Han maids with everyone in the morning, and he was very strong. Unexpectedly, he was carried back not long after he took the order.
The atmosphere is very depressing.
These people present are all chiefs, and they are different from the tribesmen below who are fighting for their lives. They still have great years to live, so how can they be willing to follow in the footsteps of the Galloping Horse tribe?
So, one of the chiefs couldn't help but raise his head and asked his superior Taton:
"Taton, we support you because you can bring good things from the Han Dynasty to everyone, but now? Not to mention the loss of our troops and the funeral, even our chiefs are dead. Is this how you treat everyone?"
Taton didn't get angry because of this question. He didn't even look at the body under the fire pit again. Instead, he stood up and walked among the chiefs.
He waved directly and asked the chief who had just spoken to come over.
The chief was actually just a young commander, and this time he came forward because of the intention of the big tribes behind him. Seeing Taton's posture, he couldn't help but glance at him.
But he saw all the great chiefs bowing their heads silently.
Taton shouted again:
"Come here."
The little chieftain walked over with his waist bent.
As soon as he stood still, Taton put his hand on the man's back and asked:
"You support me? Let me become a Shanyu? I want to give you trophies and repay your support? That's what you meant by what I just said!"
The little chief panicked and said hurriedly:
"No, that's not what I meant, it was..."
Taton waved his hands and said seriously:
"That's what you meant, what I heard. And why are you panicking? Did I say this wrong? You are not my dead father, so how can you support me unconditionally? So exchanging rewards for loyalty has never changed.
The truth.”
The little chief smiled, nodded hurriedly, and was about to speak.
However, Tu Dunfu directly grabbed the young chief by the back of his neck, and then pressed his face against the iron cauldron on the fire pit. Suddenly, screams mixed with the smell of meat filled the air.
The little chief struggled desperately, but like a fish in a net, he could not escape from Taton's grasp.
The smell of meat was getting stronger and stronger, but still no one from the other chiefs present came forward.
As the young handsome man's voice became weaker and weaker, Taton threw the man down the hall with one hand, and then two palace warriors came over and dragged the man down.
The chiefs present knew very well that this man would end up being fed to the vicious dogs in Taton.
After taking care of the young handsome man, Taton seemed to have done something inconspicuous, and then sat down on his white wolf-skin couch again.
Seeing the silence of all the chiefs, Tadun sighed and whispered:
"What I just said is what I meant, exchange rewards for loyalty. Why I killed Jencesar was not because he said the wrong thing, but because he didn't follow these words. Did I give him a reward? Well
?I gave him 300 of the people plundered from Youbeiping. Even the Han maids under my account, because he took a second look, I gave them to him without hesitation. Isn’t that right?”
The chiefs present did not dare to say anything because this was the truth.
Taton suddenly slapped the couch and cursed angrily:
"But what about the promised reward in exchange for loyalty? I gave him the reward, but where is his loyalty? I asked him to lead people from the east to the west mountain to attack, but he came back and joined you. This is loyalty.
?You bunch of hungry wolves who can’t get enough to eat!”
After scolding him, Taton's depression dissipated a lot, and he regained his composure:
"So Caesar must die. I did what I did, and he didn't do what he did. Tell me, this man deserves to die!"
The so-called supporter of the plow is the god of the people who lead the bow.
After Tadun said this, he propped his arms on the couch, his whole body sunk in the white wolf's fur, and said casually:
"Tell me, what do you want? More wealth? Huh? Tell me, and I will give you whatever I have."
When Tadun said this, a man finally stood up. His face was a bit strange. He was not a typical Huns race, but more like a descendant of the Yuezhi people near the Altai Mountains in the Western Regions.
This person is the Qushuai of the Wuhuan tribe who holds a wolf-headed banner, and his name is Hegu Danggui.
He took the initiative to come out and calmly said to Taton:
"We don't want wealth. The wealth you have given us has been so much that we can't even store it in our tents. We can't use up this much money in our lifetime. Why do we need more wealth?"
Seeing that Hegu Danggui finally stood up and propped himself up on Tadun, he asked after listening:
"You don't want wealth, so you want power? Each of you is a chief in charge of hundreds of warriors, and the power is under me alone. You still want power, which means you want to sit under my butt.
Is the Wolf King sleeping in?"
Taton was very calm when he said this, but the palace warriors who were all around looked at these chiefs with fierce eyes, as if they would kill them on the spot in the next moment.
But Hegu Danggui was equally calm, and he still shook his head:
"Chanyu, you are the wisest warrior I have ever seen, and the most promising hero after Tan Shihuai who can unite the northern kingdom. No matter how conceited we are, we know that we can only hunt for Shanyu's goshawks.
No matter what, I don’t dare to have any arrogance.”
After hearing this, Taton's tense body relaxed.
But he couldn't understand it now and asked seriously:
"You don't want this, and you don't want that. Then what are you doing this for? To deceive Caesar into committing suicide?"
Hegu Danggui shook his head and said:
"Chanyu, you should know the history of our Hegu tribe. Our ethnic group was moved from the North Sea to the grassland during the Modun Chanyu era. After that, we were enslaved by the Huns. After that, the Huns were defeated by the Han, and Xianbei
After the rise of the Xianbei people, we continued to be enslaved by the Xianbei people. Other ethnic groups always called us 'Gaoche' to mock our wandering life."
Speaking of this, Hegu Danggui had tears in her eyes and could no longer suppress her emotions:
"It wasn't until we defected to the Wuhuan people that we truly settled down. It was the Wuhuan people who truly accepted us and began to regard us as one of their own. From then on, our Hegu Department told ourselves that we were Wuhuan people."
Tadun looked at Hegu Danggui's emotional eyes, moved his body a little awkwardly, and asked unnaturally:
"So? What does this have to do with what you're about to say?"
Until this time, Hegu Danggui answered loudly in a very serious tone:
"Then I will tell Shan Yu, what do we want here? What we want is the destiny of our Wuhuan people. The Han people often say that we have no luck for a hundred years.
Who else but us Wuhuan people can be the king of the people who lead the bow?"
"We have the institutional military law passed down by the Han people, the riding and archery of our Wuhuan people, and even the craftsmen of the Han people. In the grassland, one of us Wuhuan people can fight against five Sushen people and two Xianbei people, and we
There are more than 100,000 people in the four Wuhuan tribes who can control strings. Therefore, it is our Wuhuan people’s turn to have a hundred-year destiny before us."
Having said this, Hegu Angelica angrily scolded Tadun:
"But what we see is that this destiny is getting farther and farther away from us Wuhuan people. The bones of the cattle sacrificed have been burned, and we can't see where the future of our Wuhuan people is! And all this is because you are good at attacking.
You Beiping Department has caused heaven to abandon us Wuhuan people!"
After Taton heard this, he burst into laughter and even burst into tears:
"Destiny? Priest? That's it?"
Taton couldn't bear it any longer. He cursed angrily at the half-hundred chiefs present:
"I think you are all old and confused. Can you give back the destiny? Do you rely on the words of the sacrifice? I tell you, the only person who can inherit the destiny is the bow and the horse. I have a hundred thousand strings, who dares to defy me? I myself
Destiny has come to me. And you are really ridiculous, haven’t you realized that we Wuhuan people have reached the point of annihilation? Are you still trying to trick me about destiny, haha.”
Tadun's madness made the chiefs below panic. Even the experienced Hegu Danggui frowned and asked:
"Chanyu, the goshawk on the grassland can always see farther than the jumping rabbit on the ground, because it flies higher. If you see anything, Chanyu, please tell us. Just like our tribes have sworn, we are willing to fight for Wuhuan's destiny.
To give everything."
Tadun shook his head and shouted outside:
"Mr. Guan, come in. Tell these people the information you just told me."
As soon as he said this, a Han man opened the tent and walked in. It was Guan Jing, Gongsun Zan's former mastermind.
At this moment, after Guan Jing came in, he said seriously to the Wuhuan chiefs including Hegu Danggui:
"Just now, the Baku tribe grazing in Dashuitan was annihilated by a Han cavalry army. Only their young master and some warriors broke out."
"What?"
"Where did the Han people come from?"
"How did they find Liucheng?"
"Didn't it mean that all the Han people were trapped in the mountains?"
All in all, these Wuhuan chiefs were in a state of panic at this moment.
Taton, who was at the head, looked at these old chiefs and burst into laughter.
Are these people talking about destiny worthy of this? They are really a group of hypocritical people.
With Tadun's sound, these people seemed to have found a backbone, and they all flattered Tadun.
Tadun ignored them, but listened to Guan Jing continue:
"The news brought by Shaojun from the Baku tribe is that there are less than 2,000 Han people who are attacking."
After hearing this number, these old chiefs did not panic.
Are you kidding me?
Do you know how many Wuhuan people there are? There are 8,000 Luo near Liucheng alone, which can produce 8,000 knights and 12,000 tribal soldiers. And there are even more people grazing in the north area.
An attack by two thousand Han people is also called an attack? They are here to die!
Thinking of this, these people regained their confidence one after another, and finally, under the leadership of Hegu Danggui, they said respectfully:
"Chanyu, please lead us to win this war. I believe that after this war, our destiny as Wuhuan people will come."
But before Tadun could say anything, Hegu Danggui suddenly stretched out two fingers:
"But we want 20% of everything captured in this battle!"
Hearing these realistic words, Taton couldn't help but laugh: