And even the weakest men regard women as insignificant.
In the prairie, in the eyes of men, women are just a tool to vent their desires and carry on the family line. If necessary, they are even a social tool for men to exchange for fun. Let alone status, they do not even have basic human rights.
In such an environment, for a man to become a son-in-law is simply the most unbelievable thing on the prairie.
And if this man is still Han Chinese, then it would be more worthy of people treating this as a joke.
"The Guza tribe was originally a small tribe of slaves. There was not a single man in charge of the whole tribe. It was just a matter of letting a woman be the leader. Instead, they found a Han as their bride. It is simply a big joke on the grassland."
Huyan Zhuolie's words made several generals nearby laugh.
Everyone looked at Zhao Tailai with no trace of disdain or ridicule.
But among these gazes, Zhao Tailai remained motionless.
He said calmly: "I am the son-in-law of the Guza tribe. I am not embarrassed to admit it. I heard that the mother of General Huyan Zhuolie was also a heroic woman who moved through many tribes?"
Huyan Zhuolie was born in a medium-sized tribe on the prairie. He was the son of the leader of this tribe. At that time, his tribe had a conflict with another large tribe. During the battle, the other party kidnapped Huyan Zhuolie's mother.
, for three whole months, his mother was tortured by this big tribe and then given to the leaders of several other tribes for enjoyment. Finally, with the mediation of the Wolf Court, the war between the two tribes ended and his mother came back.
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However, less than a year after returning, Huyan Zhuolie was born.
Herdsmen in most of the grasslands are speculating on who Huyan Zhuolie's bloodline comes from.
This is almost an open secret.
Huyan Zhuolie's expression darkened. As his status rose, few people dared to mention this matter in front of him.
In his opinion, Zhao Tailai's actions were tantamount to provoking himself.
With a cry, Huyan Zhuolie pulled out his sword, put it on Zhao Tailai's neck, and said with a ferocious face: "Do you think this general doesn't dare to kill you? Two-legged sheep?"
The Liao people's unique name for the Han people is "two-legged sheep".
Even in their eyes, the Han people are not human beings.
A beast that just walks on two legs and has no ability to resist at all.
Zhao Tailai did not squint his eyes, without even glancing at the sword on his neck. He said calmly: "Of course you can kill me immediately. I am just the son-in-law of a small tribe, and I am also a Han. Killing me would not be possible at all."
No one will hold you accountable, and no one will take my death seriously."
At this point, Huyan Zhuolie grinned, feeling very proud.
But what Zhao Tailai said next made him stop laughing.
"But after you kill me, you will be attacked by the Qin army. Not only will you lose your life, but you will also lose a large number of food, grass and baggage that the prince urgently needs on the front line. By then, you will be dead, and the furious prince will look for your tribe.
If you are punished, your tribe will be expelled from its current territory and driven to the most desolate corner of the Tianshan Mountains in the prairie, where it will be devoured by barbarians and left to fend for itself."
Zhao Tailai's words made Huyan Zhuolie furious.
He drew the knife horizontally, and the sharp blade cut open the skin on Zhao Tailai's neck. Blood seeped out along the bright blade. The bright red and bright white complemented each other, which was shocking.
