A flash of light flashed in Jia Xu's eyes: "My lord, building a city on the grassland will consume a lot of money. At this time, the princes in the Central Plains are attacking each other. This is not an opportunity. As long as our army leaves Hangu Pass, who among the princes can resist it?"
After Jia Xu reminded them, everyone also thought of this. After building the city, they lost the ability to compete in the Central Plains in a short period of time. Without food and grass supplies, there was no way to talk about war.
Jia Rong thought for a moment and then said: "Our army's departure from Hangu will definitely make the princes in the world panic and gather to resist our army. At present, the situation in the Central Plains will only become more and more chaotic. When our army completely controls the grassland,
Take it as your own, and look at the world, who can stop it! Even the elite Xianbei people on the grassland died with hatred, let alone the old soldiers in the Central Plains."
"My lord is wise!" everyone shouted in unison.
The matter of building a city on the grassland was settled in this way.
The Xiliang army built the city, allowing the merchants of the Han Dynasty to see an opportunity. Yes, building the city would definitely require a lot of materials, and if they could obtain the right to provide one of the materials, the benefits they would gain would be unimaginable. For a time, the people gathered in Chang'an
There were more businessmen than ever before, and Zhang Li and Zhang Zhao were extremely busy.
But Jia Rong is also cunning. When businessmen come to do business, he can rent out the land in the city in advance and withdraw more money. Both parties are willing.
Twenty thousand Xiliang troops were stationed in the Royal Court of Danhan Mountain. The Xiliang troops won all the wars, but the Han retreat that the Xianbei people wanted to see did not appear. Why did these Han people still stay on the grassland after their victory? Could it be that
Do you want to kill them completely and quickly?
In just three months, Murong Feng's temples were covered with white hair and his face was full of sorrow. With the power of the entire country, the Han army was defeated. Specifically, it should be defeated by the Xiliang army. The weapons in the hands of those cavalry were the same as before.
He had never seen it before, and he really didn't understand why the Han people had so many riding masters. At this moment, he couldn't help but think of Tan Shihuai, the man who led the Xianbei tribe, unified the prairie, and established the Xianbei Empire. Do he really want to see it with his own eyes?
Witnessed Xianbei from its peak to its decline? Until its demise?
Murong Feng seemed to have understood why Tan Shihuai did not send troops to attack the Han territory when he was famous for defeating the Han army. The Han people were too powerful. When they woke up, it was impossible for these warriors on the grassland to resist.
The letter of surrender was personally sent to Chang'an by Aizimuda from Queju half a month ago. It has not returned yet. The Xiliang army has not retreated for a day. Everyone in the Xianbei people is panic-stricken. Many people even proposed to retreat to the desert.
Murong Feng was silent. When the Huns were defeated by the Han army and retreated to the desert, they still had soldiers to fight, and the tribe still had food and grass. Winter had come. Should they let the tribesmen starve to death in the vast desert? Murong Feng would never allow this.
things happen.
The strength of the Xiliang army made Xianbei unite like never before. The tribes on the grassland gathered warriors together. The number of the army was 50,000, but these soldiers did not give the tribal leaders a sense of security at all, because the Xiliang army was too powerful.
.
What's the point of gathering 50,000 Xianbei troops in one month? The 80,000 elite soldiers were completely defeated, not to mention the untrained soldiers. These soldiers may be the bargaining chips of the Xianbei on the grassland in their last desperate struggle.
Live and die together.
"Commander, the Xiliang army is here." The scout walked into the somewhat dilapidated Chinese army tent and said hurriedly.
Murong Feng woke up from his imagination and said hurriedly: "Let him come in!" He was originally the commander-in-chief of the Xianbei army, and now he was the person in charge of Xianbei. Naturally, it was impossible for him to go to greet him in person.
Xu Shu looked at Xianbei's so-called Chinese army's big tent, with a hint of sarcasm on his lips, and walked into the big tent under the leadership of the soldiers.
"I've seen the commander before!" Xu Shu said with cupped hands and a respectful expression. Xu Shu had deep admiration for this commander who dominated Xianbei. I'm afraid that without Murong Feng in Xianbei, he would have been ruined long ago.
Murong Feng waved his hand and said: "The envoy is welcome, please sit down."
Xu Shu was not polite and sat down without paying any attention to the murderous looks of other generals in the tent.
In the large tent of the Chinese army, all those present were powerful factions from Xianbei, and their expressions were a little gloomy after successive defeats.
Kuitou stared at Xu Shu with a gloomy expression, his right hand gently stroking the sword on his waist. He could not forget that it was the Han people who deprived him of everything he had now. Without the Han people, he could unify Xianbei and restore the glory of the royal court of Danhan Mountain.
Looking at the people in the tent, Xu Shu snorted coldly and said: "The moment our Xiliang army defeated the Xianbei army and rushed into the grassland, the Xianbei Empire of the past no longer exists. Could it be that the shore of the land is not the kingdom's land?
Have you ever heard this sentence?"
A Xianbei captain suddenly stood up with his sword drawn. He could not tolerate the Xianbei Empire being ignored.
Murong Feng scolded: "Don't be rude, sit down."
"Don't blame me, envoy. Although we, Xianbei, have been defeated one after another, we still have 50,000 warriors in our clan. In the desperate struggle, the Xiliang army will also have to pay the price. Leading the coast of the land? I, the Xianbei, live in the grasslands and are not Han people.
The emperor rules." Murong Feng said slowly, with an edge in his tone.
Xu Shu chuckled and said: "The commander's words are ridiculous. It's the same sentence. From the moment the Xiliang army entered the grassland, there will be no more Xianbei. If the commander does not agree, I will leave now."
Murong Feng's expression kept changing, and he sighed for a long time: "Envoy, tell me your purpose of coming."
Xu Shu didn't want to push too hard. The older generation of Xianbei generals in front of him couldn't bear the fact that the Xianbei Empire had been destroyed for a while. When Jia Rong's idea was completely implemented on the grassland, I'm afraid the grassland would be able to remember Xianbei.
There will be fewer and fewer people.
"Everyone present knows the current situation of Xianbei. If Xianbei is defeated and the Han people win, your country will no longer exist. Future generations will only find the Xianbei Empire in the annals of history." Xu Shu took a breath and continued.
Said: "My Lord is kind-hearted and cannot bear the exile of hundreds of thousands of Xianbei herdsmen, so he sent me to persuade you to surrender. The Xiliang Army will allow the herdsmen on the grasslands to continue to live."
Xianbei soldiers had already translated Xu Shu's words accurately. The Chinese language was difficult to understand, and not all Xianbei senior officials could learn it.
"Wait a minute, Han envoy, our army has surrendered to the Han army!" Murong Feng frowned and asked, since Xu Shu was the Han envoy, he must have learned about this situation.
"The surrender my general is talking about is a complete surrender, not a letter of surrender, and then asking our army for winter supplies, the grassland is slowly developing."
"What does General Jia Rong want to do?" Kuitou asked. Xianbei surrendered to the Han army and obtained the consent of most of the tribes. For the continuation of the race, the grassland warriors could endure ridicule, abuse and humiliation.
"Xianbei completely surrendered to the Xiliang army and could maintain a standing army of 3,000 people. All tribes on the grassland must completely submit to Han management. Compared with the prosperity of the Han Dynasty, everyone knows that in a few years, the grassland will become like the Han Dynasty.
"Xu Shu said.
Murong Feng secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Xu Shu's tone reminded him of the styles of the Han Dynasties in the past. He even thought about how to get supplies for the winter from the Xiliang army. As for what the Han people said about sending officials to govern, it was understandable. The Huns also
As for the generals who protect the Xiongnu, they will not rebel. It is enough to give each tribe on the grassland enough time to recuperate.
"The Xiliang Army will build three cities on the grassland. At that time, the tribes on the grassland will rely on these three cities to develop. Han officials will be dispatched to govern the cities, and troops will be stationed to ensure the stability of the tribes on the grassland.
Long-term peace and stability.”
"The Xianbei people can live in the city, but they must abide by the laws and disciplines of the Han people, otherwise they will be severely punished. As for the food and supplies for the winter, the general has already prepared them. As long as you obey the orders, the general guarantees that there will be no freeze in the Xianbei tribes."
A situation of starvation to death.”
The last sentence is the most tempting. Under the plunder of the Han army, there are not many cattle and sheep in Xianbei. Even if the Han army ignores them, after this winter, the number of Xianbei people will be reduced by half.
The Xianbei nobles in the tent continued to discuss that the Han people were building a city on the grassland. They seemed to suspect that they had heard it wrong. They were as powerful as Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, and such a feat had never happened. Could it be that the Xiliang army was dazzled by the victory and needed to build the city?
The amount of supplies will be astronomical, and even the royal court of the Xianbei people will be just a dilapidated city.
Murong Feng's face was gloomy. If the Xiliang Army's move was really successful, then Xianbei would really cease to exist. With the city as its support, the tribes on the grassland would no longer worry about food and drink. Moreover, Murong Feng believed that the Han people would gradually
The strength of each tribe was weakened, allowing the warriors on the grassland to live in a corner just like the Han people. The stubbornness in their bones was gradually worn away until they truly became Han people. From then on, there was really no Xianbei on the grassland.
Thinking of this, Murong Feng snorted coldly: "This matter is of great importance. Rong Xianbei will discuss it with all the ministries before making a conclusion. The envoy should go down and rest first."
Not long after Xu Shu left the tent, the tribal leaders could no longer hold back, and the tent suddenly exploded.
"Commander, do the Han people really want to build a city on the grassland?" Kuitou looked shocked.
Murong Feng did not answer the leader, but turned his attention to the talkers from various tribes in the tent. From the expressions of these people, it was not difficult to see that the Xianbei people were tempted. The Han people offered very generous conditions to build a city on the grassland, and each tribe
The benefits will be greater, which is much better than worrying about supplies for the winter now.
"Dear patriarchs, the situation in Xianbei is now in danger. The envoy is right. The Great Xianbei has existed in name only. However, the benefits finally provided by the Han people are completely extinguishing the last fire of Xianbei. Without the army, the Xianbei people will only become people.
The slaughtered cattle and sheep, the Huns took refuge with the Han, and they were treated like slaves. During the war, they were at the front, but they received the lowest treatment." Murong Feng had to knock the leaders of each tribe.
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