She doesn't want to put all her eggs in one basket.
But there is another problem...
"Where am I going?" Zhao Tailai asked.
"Cross the Tianshan Mountains and go to the other side, where the Kingdom of Jin is."
Guzailo gritted his teeth and said: "Hundreds of years ago, the Jurchen tribe, the ancestors of the Jin Kingdom, were in the same situation as us. They escaped from the prairie, crossed the Tianshan Mountains, and multiplied on the other side."
"What the Jurchens could do hundreds of years ago, we Guza can also do."
"But the Tianshan Mountains are difficult to cross. This will be an extremely dangerous journey. It may be possible that the entire army will be wiped out on the road. But the biggest danger is not yet on the road. After passing the Tianshan Mountains, the attitude of the Jin Kingdom will be."
Guzailo said solemnly: "The Kingdom of Jin will definitely not allow the entire Guza tribe to move under their noses, so I will take half of the tribesmen to the pass, and leave the remaining half to you.
Take him to the other side of the Tianshan Mountains, where the climate and environment are worse than those in the prairie, but it is better than staying in the prairie to face the bloody revenge of the Liao Kingdom."
"If there are only two or three thousand tribesmen, and there will definitely be casualties on the road, there may be only one or two thousand people left in the end. Then as long as we worship properly, the Kingdom of Jin may give us a chance to breathe."
Zhao Tailai frowned and looked at Guzailo and asked, "What if they don't want to?"
Guzailo turned his head slightly, did not look at Zhao Tailai, and did not answer the question.
The two of them knew it well.
If the Jin Kingdom does not agree, then the half of the Guza tribe and Zhao Tailai will have no choice but to die.
It can be said that this task requires Zhao Tailai to gamble with his life.
"If you don't want to..."
Before Guzailo finished speaking, he heard Zhao Tailai say: "I do."
Guzailo turned his head and looked at Zhao Tailai.
Zhao Tailai said with a smile: "The Guza tribe gave me a new life. I have no reason to shrink back when the tribe needs me. Anyway, for me, this life should have ended long ago. Being able to survive until now is already considered a profit."
Taking a deep breath, Guzairo whispered: "Thank you, Tailai."
"You're welcome."
Zhao Tailai reached out and took Guzailo's hand and whispered: "Although the Prince of Da Qin is deep and cunning, based on my understanding of him, he is not a person who will go back on his word easily. I can feel it.
Got it, he did invite the Guza tribe to enter the pass with sincerity. If this is the case, then you will not encounter any danger after entering the pass."
"Of course, I will also go to Jin Kingdom. As a weak party, we don't have many choices. We can only survive in the cracks between several big forces, but I have another suggestion."
"Say." Guzailo said seriously.
"Do your best to help Daqin win this battle."
Zhao Tailai said seriously: "Only if we let Da Qin see our value, they will not take us lightly."
"The most important thing is that it is more in our interests if Da Qin wins."
Guzailo thought thoughtfully, nodded and said: "I understand what you mean, don't worry, I will let the warriors of the tribe do their best, and those tribesmen who have been bullied by the Liao army will also stand up.
