The relationship between the Qiang people and the Southern Xiongnu was not too bad, because there was no particularly deep historical hatred between them. But there was no so-called kindness between the two. After the ancient words of the Qiang people, several Qiang people were ready to come forward and take action.
"This is not possible!" Fei Qianyi strictly stopped Li Nagu's venting anger. "Dear Brother Shiraishi, the gift I gave you has almost been recovered, but what about my losses? I lost four cars and twenty people. If you kill all these people, then who will I go to to get back these losses?"
"But these sheep and horses left by the boy, should be able to make up for your losses, right?"
Fei Qian shook his head and said seriously: "Dear Brother Shiraishi, these are my spoils, not the money that these people compensate me for my losses. These are two different things."
Li Nagu looked at Fei Qian, then glanced at Ma Yan a little. Although he was still a little dissatisfied, he didn't say anything else. After all, what Fei Qian said made sense, and more importantly, there was also the force to protect this truth.
Li Nagu was probably venting his anger just now. Of course, if Fei Qian didn't object, he would still really want to do this. After all, he was preparing to serve this bowl as Fei Qian said to be the tribute dedicated to the White Stone God. Now a scar appears...
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Li Nagu left with the goods, and Fei Qian also tied up the captives of the Huns into a row and prepared to take them back to the Beiqu camp.
"Jun Fei Lang, I still don't quite understand why you gave this Qiang person these things..." Huang Cheng followed Fei's side, approached a little, and asked.
"If it weren't for such a reason, the Qiang people wouldn't have helped us, and we might not have been able to find these Xiongnu... Haha, in addition, this time the Qiang people have a bowl dedicated to Baishishen. Will they want food, wine, and cloth that can match them? These things added out of them will consume their already weak wealth little by little..."
Luxury goods are originally derivatives of human desires.
Huang Cheng scratched his head and said, "What should we do if they have no money now and they are like they are here to rob us?"
"Then tell them something, either kill us with one stone, or all of them will pay the price for this behavior..." Fei Qian looked at the Xiongnu prisoners trapped in the middle of the team and said, "Thanks to the frontier soldiers of the Han family, the Qiang people and the Xiongnu people today, have been killed and lost their pure wildness..."
Now the only Xiongnu is left is the Southern Xiongnu. The once more barbaric Northern Xiongnu has been driven to the Alps. However, on the land of the once Northern Xiongnu, north of Wuheng, a minority named Xianbei is emerging; and in Lake Baikal, there is another ethnic group called Tiel gradually moving south...
Only these emerging Hu people truly inherited the mantle of the barbarians.
Fortunately, they are not strong now.
Fei Qian turned around and said to Ma Yan: "Brother Chengyuan, the mountain road in our camp has not been completely repaired. I think since the Huns have the strength to grab our goods, they must have the strength to open a good mountain road... If there are disobedient people, I think you must know how to do it..."
Ma Yan sat on the horse's back and bowed his hand, smiled and said, "This is natural."
Although I was laughing, but with the bloody face, it made people feel creepy.
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"Spicy, when I hit my army, I didn't remember that I was your nephew! I just said that there was nothing to do with the military administration after the fight! I just robbed some girls, what's the big deal? I'm a thief and not a military officer. I need so many rules to eat!" A strong man with a beard wrapped in yellow turbans muttered impatiently, walking forward carelessly. After walking a few steps, he seemed to feel a little pain on his butt, and he couldn't help but take a breath, "Damn, this injury is just a little bit, and now I'm calling me again, Humph, if I don't give me some benefits, I won't recognize you, my second uncle..."
As the bearded man walked, he was suddenly mixed by something under his feet. He staggered forward a few steps and almost fell down.
"You mother! Who threw the knife here? I almost fell!" The bearded man turned his head and looked at it, muttering and walked to the knife on the ground, his eyes suddenly lit up...
What a new ring-headed knife!
The surface of the scabbard is covered with a layer of good cowhide, and the thin hemp rope is wrapped around the handle of the knife, evenly and tightly, and it feels quite good to hold it in your hands...
The bearded man turned his head left and right to look at it. It seemed that no one had noticed this, so he secretly pulled out a little bit of the ring-headed sword. The cold light like water came into his eyes. The fish scale patterns on the back of the knife seemed so tempting.
The bearded man laughed and quickly returned the knife to sheath, hid it in his arms, then continued to walk forward to a tent, coughed a few times, and shouted: "That second, that...Ship Guo Daqu, I'm here!"
The bearded man stood there for a while and didn't get a response from the person in the tent. Then he screamed again, then he opened the curtain of the tent impatiently and crawled in.
But not long after, the bearded man looked pale and panickedly lifted the curtain of the tent, and ran out secretly like a thief...
"Ship Guo Qu! Where are you going so late?"
Two people came from outside the camp and hit the bearded Guo Niujiao head-on.
"Han Qu, Yang Qu," Guo Niujiao looked like a stern look, "This... I'll just walk around... Yes! Just walk around!"
"Oh..." a man shook his head and said with a little sarcastic look, "Is our Guo Qushuai still quite leisurely? Why? He went out for a walk when he was injured?"
"Ahhaha...this, that..." Guo Niujiao was haha and wanted to turn around and leave.
Suddenly another strong man grabbed Guo Niujiao and said in confusion: "Ship Guo Qu, what is the thing in your arms?"
"Nothing! No!" Guo Niujiao hurriedly turned the strong man's pull and was about to walk out.
"Stop!" Yang Qushuai shouted, "Guo Niujiao, what are you doing with your knife hidden?!"
At this moment, a miserable scream suddenly came from a large tent in the camp: "Master Guo Daqu! Master Guo Daqu has been killed!"
Guo Niujiao's expression changed, and he quickly lowered his head and rushed out!
Han Qushuai and Yang Qushuai looked at each other and shouted suddenly: "Guo Niujiao, stop! Come on! Catch him for me!"