Luo Fu's expression changed, and he quickly grabbed the child and whispered: "Quickly go into the house and hide."
There is no barbarian on the grassland who does not know Zhao Feiqi, because those who do not know him are already dead.
Back then, King Zhao Wuling led Zhao Feiqi across the grassland. Wherever he passed, he was either surrendered or destroyed.
The conquered Linhu, Loufan and other tribes all sent out many knights to fight with Zhao Feiqi and serve as Zhao Feiqi's retinue.
On the battlefield, all they had to do was follow Zhao Feiqi and rush forward. They didn't need to think anything, and they wouldn't lose anyway.
Zhao Feiqi ate meat and they drank soup, and their lives were pretty good.
When King Wu Ling died later, these followers were sent back.
They realized that the new King Zhao did not have the courage of King Wu Ling and did not dare to use barbarians like them.
Although they were unwilling to do so, they did not dare to resist. Not to mention the entire Zhao State, even any county could crush them.
I can only continue to go back to the grassland to graze and live my previous life until now.
The child seemed to realize that something was wrong and quickly got into the tent.
Seeing Zhao Feiqi stop, Luo Fu rushed forward to greet him without any hesitation.
"Is this the Aries tribe?" Xun Yi asked.
"I am Luo Fu, the leader of the Aries Tribe. I wonder what your superior has to do?" Luo Fu said respectfully.
As the leader of the tribe, those who can speak Zhao dialect are bound to speak. Those who cannot speak will either become fertilizer or be eliminated.
"Your Aries tribe once sent nearly a hundred followers to fight with me, Zhao Feiqi, and more than half of them died in the battle. Over the years, you have also helped our Zhao country many times in the wars with the Huns, and you have made a lot of sacrifices. Our king, Aries, feels
Because of the merits of the tribe, the Aries tribe is given a place to study at Handan College. This is the notice."
Xun Yi took out a card and threw it to Luo Fu. He really couldn't understand why most of Zhao Feiqi's people didn't get a quota, so how could these bastards get the chance to study.
Just because he surrendered quickly?
"Notice? Handan College?" Luo Fu felt that these names were so unfamiliar. He had never heard them before.
As for who the current King of Zhao is, he has no idea.
He didn't even know how many monarchs Zhao had changed after King Wuling of Zhao.
He only knew that there was a great war in the southern part of Zhao State a few years ago, and many people were transferred from northern Xinjiang, and even the Xiongnu could not take care of the southward movement.
It was only just now that I learned from a merchant that the war had been going on for several years and was now over.
It was hard for Rover to imagine how many years a war of this scale would take.
"That's right, someone will come over to do the household registration statistics in a while. At that time, you only need to take the household registration and notification letter to study at Handan College. Of course, you don't have to go, and don't force it. Seeing that you are still easy to talk to, I remind you.
In one sentence, you Hu people as a whole only have a quota of 150."
Xun Yi said loudly that it was none of their business whether Luo Fu listened or not. He wished that someone would disobey and even start a war, so that they could make meritorious deeds.
There has been no war recently, and they have all been reduced to messengers. Every Zhao Feiqi feels suffocated in his heart!
"Reading? Let us go to study?" Luo Fu was a little puzzled, but he was very happy. "Thank you, sir, I will definitely go."
"Yeah." Xun Yi turned around and prepared to go back to resume his life.
"Your Majesty, please wait a moment. I will prepare some wine in the tribe. Your Majesty, can you wait a moment before leaving?" Luo Fu said quickly.
"That's fine." Xun Yi thought that all the notices had been sent out, so he nodded and strode straight towards the tent, like a master.
Luo Fu didn't feel anything was wrong at all, as if Zhao people should be superior to others.
"Leave the horses to the smaller ones. Although the smaller tribes are poor, they still have some good horse grass." Luo Fu leaned over and said.
"No need." Xun Yi said coldly, leaving the war horse where he could see it outside the tent.
Luo Fu immediately did not dare to continue speaking. In the minds of these barbarians, every Zhao Feiqi was a murderous maniac and should never be provoked.
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"I respect you." At the banquet, Luo Fu raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp.
Xun Yi looked at the turbid wine in the bowl and frowned slightly, but thinking that he was in northern Xinjiang, it would be good to have wine, so he didn't scold him.
Two maids cuddled next to Xun Yi, one picking up food for him and the other pouring wine for him.
After drinking for three rounds, Rover began to inquire about what he wanted to know.
Because it was not a secret, Xun Yi did not hide it.
Only then did Luo Fu realize that so many great events had happened in Zhao State in the past year or so.
"Does that mean we can be like Zhao Ren in the future?" Luo Fu said excitedly.
He did not reject integrating into Zhao State at all, and even felt very honored.
The Hu people have no written language, and their language is constantly getting closer to the Zhao people, and they have no so-called national sentiments and national consciousness.
What?
You say culture dies?
Sorry, I don’t even have culture. How can culture be destroyed?
It's not like they never thought about truly integrating into Zhao State before. The problem is that Zhao State looks down on them. When they are useful, they recruit them and use them. When they are used up, they are thrown away like a piece of rag, and they don't dare to resist.
"That's right. Our king said that after registering your household registration, you will be regarded as our Zhao people. In the future, not only will your children have the opportunity to study in our Handan College, but you tribes will also have the opportunity to move to the Central Plains. If you are willing to stay in Northern Xinjiang, the king will arrange personnel to come
Teach you Zhao dialect and etiquette." Xun Yi nodded and said.
"Thank you, envoy. Can I move my tribe to the Central Plains? Don't worry, envoy, I will never embarrass the State of Zhao. These cattle and sheep will be dedicated to the State of Zhao. As long as the State of Zhao can give us some
Land, just so we can farm." Rover said.
Compared with grazing, the output of farming is undoubtedly more stable.
If he were the leader of a large tribe, Luo Fu might still miss the grassland, but he was just the leader of a small tribe, and there were many big leaders above him, as well as Lou Fan Jun of the entire Lou Fan tribe.
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"You are not on the list this time, but I heard that you can farm here." Xun Yi pointed to his feet and said. He was from the Xun family and was of the same clan as Xunzi, so he knew more about some things.
"Then... let's forget it." Luo Fu said awkwardly.
If he was allowed to farm in the Central Plains, he would be willing. The wealth of the Central Plains has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and every Hu people has a dream of the Central Plains.
As for farming in northern Xinjiang, forget it.
After living here for generations, does he still know what this land is like? Grass can grow well and produce food? He might as well graze!
"Northern Xinjiang can really grow food, our king said so." Xun Yi said, patting his chest.
He felt that what Zhao Kuo said must be right.
However, Luo Fu obviously did not have this awareness. For him, Zhao Kuo was just a name.
At this time, there was a sudden noise outside, and Rover seemed to hear someone calling him: "Chief Rover, Chief Rover!"
"Sir, wait a moment, someone seems to be looking for me." Luo Fu said with his hands in hand, stood up and walked outside.
"I'll be with you," Xun Yi said.
"Your Majesty, just rest here." The two maids wrapped themselves around like beautiful snakes.
"snort!"
Xun Yi's expression changed and he snorted coldly. A murderous aura emanated from his body. The maid's face turned pale and she collapsed on the ground in fear.
"Chief Luo Fu, I heard that Zhao Guo sent an envoy. I wonder if you can please come out and see him?"
Outside the tent, two to three hundred riders gathered, led by a man wearing a felt hat and a full beard who asked loudly.
"Shang...Shangguan, this...this is not what I shouted for." Luo Fu quickly explained.
Neither Zhao Feiqi nor the ragged tribe in front of him can be offended by him.
"I am the envoy of the State of Zhao. I wonder who you are?" Xun took a step forward and asked in a deep voice.
"I heard that the Aries Tribe got a place to study at Handan College? My tribe is far more powerful than the Aries Tribe, so why don't we get a place?" the man asked loudly.
Xun Yi walked to the horse, got on his horse, and pointed his sword at the man. Even if he faced hundreds of barbarians alone, he was not afraid at all. He knew that the entire Zhao Kingdom was standing behind him. As long as he could not go back today, this place
All the barbarians will be buried with him!
"I'm asking who you are?" Xun Yi asked in a deep voice.
"Envoy Zhao, please answer my question first," the man said.
"Deng Deng Deng!"
Several more riders came from afar.
"What's going on?" Huo Hansheng asked.
"The barbarians want to rebel." Xun Yi put his hat on the head of the Xi tribe without saying a word.
As for whether it is really counterproductive, does it matter?
"Blow the whistle, gather." Huo immediately shouted.
"promise!"
Following the sound of the horn, several more riders rushed from afar, but in the blink of an eye, they arrived from the horizon.
Fifteen Zhao Feiqi stood together like thousands of troops.
"kill!"
Huo Yima rushed out first, his iron hoofs stepped into the air, he swung his sword, and a cold light suddenly appeared. A human head rolled to the ground, and blood spurted out more than a foot high, dyeing the ground red.
The leader of the Ruo tribe didn't understand until his death. He just refused to answer his name. Why was he killed?
Are Zhao people so unreasonable?
Reasonable?
Sorry, you never need to reason when facing barbarians, you talk about swords and arrows.
Whoever's sword is strong and whose arrows are sharp speaks the truth!
Zhao Feiqi has long understood this truth.
"puff!"
A series of blood flowers splashed, like the charming Bianhua flower blooming on the grassland.
The moment the leader was killed, all the Hu people turned around and fled to the rear, or knelt down and begged for mercy. Of the hundreds of Hu people, no one dared to draw a weapon to resist!
The Zhao people left a deep imprint on their hearts. Several generations of Hu people had been killed by the Zhao people in fear. Those who dared to resist had long since fled the grasslands or moved to other places. The rest had surrendered to Zhao.
The barbarians of the country.
With one charge, nearly half of the Hu people had fallen.
"You want to rebel?"
Huo, who was covered in blood, seemed to have walked out of hell. The blood on the tip of the knife was still exuding heat, dripping drop by drop, as if their hearts were bleeding.
The Hu people once again felt the power of the Zhao people!
"I...we...just want to ask why we can't go to the academy to study." A foreigner said tremblingly.
Next to him, Luo Fu turned pale with fright. Fifteen, just fifteen Zhao Feiqi killed nearly three hundred Hu people who did not dare to resist.
"What is given to you is yours. What is not given to you, never reach out to take it."