The Xianbei people who stayed on the east side of the trench had internal strife.
Some of them want to surrender, some want to escape, and some want to fight back.
But those who want to fight back are a minority after all, and those who dare to fight back are even a minority among the minority.
Hu people are just stupid, but they are not fools.
Anyone facing a head-on confrontation with an armored monster on the grassland will feel a sense of powerlessness.
As for escaping, when the snow has not yet melted, although the grassland is huge, where can we escape?
How will you survive the next month after escaping from here?
Coupled with the persuasion of Tuoba Desert Khan, the leadership of Tuoba Luguan and Karasuma King Kuxian, the surrender faction finally gained the upper hand.
Dozens of tribal leaders dismounted and came to kowtow. Even General Zhendong, who always stayed away from strangers, rarely came out in person to appease the leaders.
After receiving the Han general's personal promise in public, the leaders who were still a little uneasy were relieved.
Everyone burst into tears of gratitude and shouted again, "The emperor of Han Dynasty is kind and the general is kind."
General Rao Shi Zhendong always showed his coolness to others, but when he saw so many people calling him "sir", the corner of his mouth couldn't help but curl up, and he couldn't suppress it no matter how hard he tried.
Nothing else, because this may be the largest batch of labor that the Han Dynasty can obtain in at least the next ten years.
Whether they voluntarily surrender or are forced to surrender, there is not much difference in nature from captured labor. The difference in superficial treatment does not change that they are expendable and a one-time consumption of labor.
——Quotations from Feng Slave Owner.
Ninety-nine percent of them have no way to change their destiny.
They will all contribute to the big man in different ways. As long as they can't do it to death, they will do it to death.
Figures like Duanmuzhe are just a few exceptions.
And their descendants, after receiving a certain amount of education and possessing a certain ability to read and write, can be called labor force, not labor force.
Of course, even if they become a labor force, they are just working as cows and horses in a different way.
As productivity increases, their salary may improve and their living standards may change, but the class remains the same.
No matter how many channels there are for ascending, it will still be like crossing a single-plank bridge with thousands of troops.
The children of the aristocratic family are watching with eager eyes, and the children of the humble family are fighting desperately. The barbarians... will die first!
Oh, I can't die. I should say that the right way out is to herd the court's cattle and sheep and shear their sheep.
Only by doing what you are good at can you live a more relaxed life, right?
As the wife of the largest labor trafficker in the world, Father Guan often carries a small book of secrets of the Feng family with him, so he can naturally guess some future trends.
But that didn't stop her from being happy.
After all, it's not her son who works like a cow or a horse.
On the contrary, the more cattle and horses the big man has, the greater the benefits his son will enjoy.
As a powerful man in the Han Dynasty, and as a representative of the emerging aristocracy, Dad Guan naturally possesses the attributes of powerful capital.
As for the possibility that her descendants will be hanged on the roadside in the future, Guan's father is not yet so aware.
And she probably won't have the chance to see that day either.
She only knew that the big man's desire for labor was endless.
In the past, except for a special existence like the capital that gathered the power of the world to provide support, every county, county, or even state had an upper limit on the population it could accommodate.
This upper limit is determined by land output.
Agriculture is the primary industry, and not without reason.
Even if Feng, who holds the secret of dragon slaying, wants to advance in technology, the first step is to come up with various new farming tools and techniques to increase food production and try to increase caloric intake. Only then can he proceed to the next step.
step.
Rather than being like those protagonists who carry the white-bearded grandfather with them, they can transform into the void with a "ding".
As for worrying about whether these new things will be copied by enemy countries...
You have to believe in the speed of spread in the era when imperial power did not go to the countryside.
This is an era in which it will take more than a hundred years for the horse-iron shoes to spread from the Hexi Corridor to become fully popular in the Central Plains.
Moreover, the northern part of the Central Plains is the birthplace of farming. It is a joke to steal the farming technology of a small country in the west!
Not to mention that as a modern person who has received a complete military and political education, he is timid even if he comes up with something for farming, so what kind of technology is there?
Wouldn't it be better to just have a sweet wife and a beautiful concubine on the hot bed, and have many children and grandchildren?
The rapid development of the primary industry for more than two decades has provided the Han Dynasty with enough surplus food - at least for the current population.
Coupled with the secret prodding and prodding of certain people, Han Dynasty has initially established a factory social organizational structure in many places.
No matter how low-level and low-efficiency a factory society is, its population accommodation is far greater than that of a small-scale peasant society.
The demand for population also far exceeds the social structure of small farmers.
Various plantations in the south, various workshops in the north, various pastures in the grassland, and mines in various places, etc., labor is buried underground every day.
There are dead ones and there are alive ones.
One black and the other, really speaking, the most useful labor force is actually the Han people who come from a farming society.
Take the most representative textile workshop as an example. If a Han woman enters the workshop to work, as long as she gets a little training and becomes familiar with the machinery and equipment, she can start working on her own in ten and a half months at most.
Men farm and women weave, this is a very normal phenomenon.
Therefore, whether they are prisoners of war from rebels or laborers from criminal families, they are all the most popular.
However, the imperial court has always been very strict in controlling this aspect.
If it were a Yi girl from Nanzhong or a Qiang girl from Liangzhou, it would basically take three months of internship.
This was the result of Nanzhong accepting the teachings of Grandpa Zhuge and moving to the flat land to learn farming.
As for the Liangzhou Qianghu, they were originally half-farmers and half-grazers.
But if it were a pure Hu girl from the prairie, it would be impossible for them to master it alone without more than half a year of study.
This is also the reason why labor prices have not increased significantly over the years.
The quality of labor is different, and the market pricing is naturally different.
Of course, slave owner Feng has a good heart and cannot bear to make money from his friends, which is also a very important reason (black whistle).
But even so, the emerging dignitaries and new aristocratic families are still extremely hungry for labor on the grasslands.
There is no other reason.
Because Han people were protected by Han law, they had to be paid for work.
Skilled female workers are even more expensive.
The annual income of a skilled female worker with advanced skills is enough to support a family of five digging food in the fields.
Even for an ordinary female worker, her labor income is better than that of the men in her family farming at home.
Although the wages of barbarian girls are less, who asked people to recognize the prime minister as grandpa?
The prime minister set up a monument in the south, and the ghost king also testified as a guarantor, and even accepted two barbarian girls in his backyard.
Naturally, you can't squeeze it too much.
As for the Liangzhou Qiang and Hu species, although they are of a lower class, such as the Dunhuang Zhang family and Liu Hanzi.
But in the more than a hundred years of the Later Han Dynasty, they at least displayed the value of united front.
Moreover, Han and Qiang emerged from the same seedling, and Ji Han was the first target to implement the national policy of Han-Yi Ruyi in the north after leaving Qishan in the north, so he must be cautious.
Only the barbarians in the northern grasslands were the natural enemies of the Han Dynasty.
It allows those new rich people to have no psychological pressure and no moral bottom line, and they don't have to worry about the criticism of moral masters. They can even take the opportunity to make a fortune.
Do it!
Fuck it!
Grab wool, grab population, grab pasture!
It may take a year to cultivate the stolen labor, but it will take at least fifteen years to wait for a labor force to mature.
The quality of labor on the grassland may not be that good, but whether one year or fifteen years is more cost-effective, the newly rich can still figure out this simple arithmetic problem.
It is precisely because we know how much the big man needs labor, and how much value such a large number of labor will create for the big man.
That's why General Guan couldn't hold back his lips.
Rebuilding the Han Dynasty with the flesh and blood of foreign races originated from a certain ghost king who did not want to be named and watered Hanzhong with the flesh and blood of the barbarians in Nanzhong.
This is a path that has never been imagined before.
This is the path pioneered by Alang himself.
General Guan, she is proud.
"General, Chief Hu seems to have escaped."
Zhao Sanqian, who thought he could make another wave of killings, but didn't expect it to end so hastily in the end, wandered around for a while and then ran back to remind General Guan.
Of course the Chief Hu mentioned by Zhao Guang does not refer to Tuoba Liwei.
After all, Tuoba Liwei had been trampled to pulp by the horses' hooves, and no one could even put together a complete body.
What he was talking about was that after Tuoba Liwei died, he temporarily served as the black-clothed deacon who issued orders on behalf of Da Kehan.
"General, that man looks not simple. Do you want me to lead someone to chase him?"
Zhao Guang said while rubbing his hands and fists.
General Guan glanced at him and said calmly:
"Someone is already chasing you. This is not something you should worry about."
After all, you are one of the leaders of the Eighth Army in Guanzhong, can you be of some use?
Then General Guan frowned slightly: "Also, why did you take off your outer armor?"
Zhao Sanqian has been beaten by Sister Guan since she was a child. Even though Sister Guan's brows were only slightly furrowed, the ghost in the prairie horse racer's eyes made his heart inexplicably jump.
"Here, sister, isn't this over? This outer armor is too heavy and I thought it was troublesome, so I took it off. But don't worry, sister, I haven't taken off the fine armor underneath, so it doesn't matter..."
Zhao Guang also said that Sister Guan was concerned about him and was afraid that if he took off his armor at will in such a cold weather after charging into the formation, he would get "armor-removing wind", so he quickly explained that he had not taken off his inner armor yet.
Unexpectedly, General Guan said:
"Did I ask you to take off your armor? Who told you it's over?"
As he spoke, he slightly raised his chin and signaled to the noisy barbarians in the distance:
"Did you see it? These people still had some strength left, so why did they dismount so easily and surrender? Do you think they really surrendered? They knew that the Tiger Cavalry Army was invincible and there were benefits to be gained, so they surrendered."
"The Tiger Cavalry Army must not slack off even if these people are not gathered together. Otherwise, he will feel scornful when he sees that your troops are not in good shape. How can we, a small number of people, stand up to hundreds of thousands of people?"
"If something changes, even if we can escape unscathed, but this time we went deep into the desert and lost countless grain, grass and livestock, but returned without success, how can we have the dignity to see your brother?"
"And if there is no success outside the fortress this time, and these Xianbei Hu'er are completely disgusted, and they will harass the border fortress from time to time in the future, preventing the court from concentrating on punishing the thieves, how will the emperor punish them?"
After saying this, Zhao Guang lowered his head in shame, but Wei Wei did not dare to say anything.
Seeing this guy still standing here and annoying himself, General Guan couldn't help but scolded:
"Why don't you quickly put on your outer armor again?"
Zhao Guang did not dare to be negligent and quickly accepted the order and came down.
This battle was a surprise victory for the Han army, and they gained a lot. Everyone was overjoyed at the moment.
Some people are happy and some are sad.
On the vast grassland, the deacon in black was fleeing eastward in embarrassment, protected by his wolf slave.
Tuoba Liwei died under the iron heel, and he knew that this battle was hopeless.
The reason why he tried his best to gather the remaining troops to the edge of the last trench was that he wanted to see how many people would obey his orders.
The second is that he needs to find a way to escape with these remnants as capital for future recovery.
If Tuoba Desert Khan's inducement to surrender made him feel a little lucky.
Then the appearance of Tuoba Luguan and the sudden rebellion of Karasuma King Kuxian completely cut off his hope.
When the internal strife first broke out and it was a time of chaos, he made a decisive decision and let the wolf slaves fight their way out. This also meant that the Han family had to abandon Tuoba Xianbei.
Even though the wolf slave was brave and not afraid of death, he still sacrificed most of his life when he was trying to protect himself and escape in the chaos.
Looking at the last dozen or so wolf slaves who remained loyal to him, the black-clothed deacon felt a mixture of sadness and anger in his heart:
"Feng Yong! How vicious you are! You and I are incompatible!"
The huge Tuoba Xianbei tribe, the tribe that the Han family had painstakingly managed for decades, and the largest force in the grasslands, disappeared in one day.
Not only killing people, but also killing people's hearts.
If the deacon in black hadn't been so tough-minded, an ordinary person would have been driven crazy the moment Ku Xian rebelled.
Dare to send an army quietly deep into the desert despite the ice and snow.
I don’t know what method was used to lure Wu Lu back to his tribe.
I don't know what means were used to make Ku Xian defeated in front of the formation and secretly surrender.
Even Da Kehan's biological son would betray him for no reason...
Da Kehan came to the battle in person and died inexplicably.
This Han army is like evil spirits from underground. As long as they come into contact with them, they will either lose their minds or their souls will be taken away by them.
Xiao Wenhe and Feng Gui Wang are truly as their names suggest. They will do nothing if they don't take action. Once they take action, they won't leave any way for others to escape.
Thinking of this, the black-clothed deacon suddenly felt a chill on his back:
Feng Wenshen...can't really summon ghosts and gods, right?
Otherwise, how to explain this completely incomprehensible Han army?
Just when he was filled with hatred, fear, grief and anger, the wolf slave in the front suddenly made a strange sound and slowed down at the same time.
The deacon in black, who had been highly nervous, raised his head and looked forward almost at the same time.
"Hahaha! Dear brother, why are you here now? I've been waiting for a long time!"
Hearty laughter rang out.
Then there was a stampede of horse hooves, and a man riding a tall horse came to say hello.
Behind him, there is a knight, standing tall and tall.
It was his disciple Liu Hun with one ear.
Seeing the person coming, the black-clothed deacon's pupils shrank suddenly and he lost his voice:
"Han Long!"
Han Long replied in a relaxed tone: "It's me. I didn't expect that we would meet again."
The black-clothed deacon looked around nervously, but when he saw the white snow and the only people standing in front of him were the master and the apprentice, he was slightly relieved.
"Han Long, how did you know I would pass by here?"
"That's my guess. Brother Xian is planning to go to Liaoxi to look for Bu Yao's troops, right?"
The Buyao tribe is a Xianbei tribe that moved to western Liaoning in recent years.
After Tan Shihuai unified Xianbei, he divided Xianbei into three parts: central and eastern.
After his death, the three parties split up and conquered each other.
Not only are the three tribes fighting against each other, but they are also constantly divided within the three tribes, and each of them is fighting endlessly.
Later, the business of the Dahan Labor Company expanded to the grasslands.
The first unlucky thing was the Xianbei in the west, especially in the Battle of Guanzhong. Feng led his army from Liangzhou and reversed the path of Huo Yao's Battle of Hexi, almost wiping out the entire Xianbei in the west.
Then came Xianbei, Ke Bineng, Bu Dugen, Xie Guini and others from the central region. They all died and surrendered under the direct or indirect attacks of the Han army.
Now Dou Bin leads the entire tribe to surrender, Tuoba Liwei is killed in the battle, and Tuoba Xianbei's fate is decided.
Only Xianbei in the east is safe for the time being because it is far away from a certain plague god.
There are three parts of Xianbei in the middle, east and west, with the center being the strongest and the east being the weakest.
Unexpectedly, the weakest one has been around the longest.
Among the existing eastern Xianbei tribe, the strongest is the Buyao tribe, but it is also weaker than the Wuluhui tribe.
Hearing Han Long reveal his intention, the black-clothed deacon's face suddenly became gloomy:
"Han Long, do you think that just the two of you can stop me?"
No matter how powerful the two masters and apprentices on the opposite side are, they cannot beat the dozen or so wolf slaves around them.
I could only hear Han Long sighing slightly from the opposite side:
"Han Qiu, our two tribes are originally from the same lineage, but we have been fighting for life and death for hundreds of years. How about ending it today at the hands of you and me?"
When the black-clothed deacon heard this, he laughed so hard that he almost burst into tears:
"Han Long, do you think you are stupid or I am stupid? I have more people than you now, what qualifications do you have to let me end it alone with you?"
As he spoke, he waved his hand, and all the wolf slaves roared and pressed forward.
The demise of Tuoba Xianbei originally made the deacon in black almost crazy with grief and anger.
Unexpectedly, Han Long actually came to cheer him up in the end and gave him a joke.
Seeing the wolf slave approaching, Han Long nodded and pointed at the black-clothed deacon:
"Okay, this is what you said."
After saying that, he pressed his arm.
Only the sound of "puffing" was heard breaking through the air.
Suddenly, dense arrows shot out from the snow, covering all the dozen or so wolf slaves.
In just the blink of an eye, each wolf slave was hit by at least five or six arrows, and no one was spared.
The most stubborn wolf slave could only roar and stagger forward two steps, and finally fell to the ground.
After the low roar, the scene became extremely silent.
Then a hundred crossbowmen wearing white cloaks and holding heavy crossbows quietly stood up from the snow.
For a long, long time, only the sound of the howling wind in the distance came.
Until the deacon in black broke the dead silence with a shrill cry:
"No~~~"
His eyes suddenly turned red again:
"Han Long! Han Long, I want to penetrate you..."
The last bit of capital in his hand was destroyed in front of his face, and the black-clothed deacon completely fell into madness.