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The cold wind is blowing and snowflakes are flying...
"Xilulu..."
On the vast white ground, flags symbolizing true blue flags were fluttering in the wind, and the roars of war horses could be heard one after another.
The owners of these war horses were all listless at this time, walking aimlessly on the cold grassland in the cold wind.
A few hours ago, Tuoba Hongye desperately led the Mengluo Cavalry with less than 30,000 taels of yellow banners to launch a suicidal attack on Murong's tribe.
Even the scheming Murong Lian was shocked by Tuoba Hongye's sudden scene and had no choice but to fight.
Thirty thousand Murong cavalry and Tuoba warriors engaged in a fierce fight on this unknown grassland hill.
As a result of the battle, the 20,000 Tuoba cavalrymen who had long been exhausted were all killed except for a few who were rescued by the Yulin Guards cavalry. Even Tuoba Hongye fell off his horse in the chaos and never got up again. , truly explains what loyalty is.
Even Huo Qing and the Yulin Guard cavalry were deeply touched by this scene...
Murong's tribe also lost more than 6,000 cavalry, but Murong's tribe was strong and this loss could be made up for quickly. However, this battle completely disrupted Murong Lian's original plan.
What's even more frightening is that with Tuoba Hongye's death, Murong's tribe has been convicted of treason, and the news will soon spread throughout the Mengluo grassland from the surviving Tuoba tribe's soldiers.
By that time, Murong Lian knew very well what kind of terrible situation the entire Murong tribe would face, and all the tribes would definitely attack together.
Murong Lian sighed: "At this point, we can only take one step at a time. The only thing we can do now is to return to the headquarters immediately, summon all the young men, and guard against attacks from other departments. The grassland has changed."
As he spoke, Murong Lian tore off the blue flag behind the flag bearer beside him, took one last look, and let it float away in the wind.
Murong Chui looked at the flag fluttering farther and farther in the wind and snow, and finally couldn't help but asked softly: "Does this mean that our Murong Division will be separated from the eight banners from now on?"
Murong Lian said: "Not only us, the entire prairie eight-banner system has been dead in name only since the fall of Tuoba Hongye.
The comfortable days of Munro Grassland no longer exist. For a long time to come, they will return to fighting each other for dominance. "
Murong Chui was speechless for a long time, with a look of reluctance on his face: "Is it really right for us to do this? The Holy Emperor spent his whole life and blood to destroy Mengluo Grassland, and now it falls apart like this?"
Murong Lian patted Murong Chui on the shoulder: "Brother, you and I have to shoulder the future destiny of Murong's tribe. We must not be discouraged. Let's go home now.
Then try to explain to the ministries as soon as possible that Tuoba Hongye's death had nothing to do with us, and that Huo Qing and the Han army did everything. "
Murong Chui looked at Murong Lian in confusion: "Do you think other tribes will believe what we say?"
Murong Lian said: "It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not. The key is that we must buy enough time to make adequate preparations for the unification of the entire grassland.
Let's go, my clan brother. I hope it's not too late. When we return to the tribe, we will immediately distribute the wealth accumulated by our nobles over the years to the people of the clan.
Once we gain their support, we will not be afraid of any crisis. "
The ordinary people in Mengluo Grassland are indeed very poor. Almost all of them are sallow and thin. For a long time, they can only eat a meal in two or three days. The only ones who are rich are the nobles and a few tribes in each banner. The distribution of resources is very unbalanced.
Just like the Great Zhou Dynasty in the Central Plains, the gentry and the royal family accounted for 89% of the country's wealth and almost monopolized all walks of life. In contrast, the resource allocation of the grasslands was even more frenzied.
No matter how poor the people in the Central Plains are, they can still cultivate one-third of an acre of land to be self-sufficient. No matter how poor they are as sharecroppers or part-time workers, they can still barely make ends meet with two meals a day.
In comparison, herdsmen from all parts of the grassland are really inferior to pigs and dogs.
All the cattle and sheep they raised were given to the nobles. All year round, they would be grateful if they could get half of the one hundred sheep they raised.
Even the ordinary soldiers who went on an expedition were the same. Ninety-nine percent of the wealth they plundered belonged to their superiors and nobles, and they still had to endure the suffering of hunger and cold in the cold winter.
Therefore, regardless of the ferocious nature of the Munro people, aside from these superficial factors, the internal economy is a complete mess.
This also led to the main reason for the failure of the Monro Empire's southern expedition. It could not withstand a long-term war of attrition.
Murong Lian, who was familiar with the current situation of the grassland people, firmly believed that as long as he distributed the wealth of the Murong nobles to the herdsmen, he would surely have them firmly in his hands.
In addition to this, the more important point, which Murong Lian did not say clearly, was that the big man's victory gave him a means to control people's hearts.
On the other side, the remaining Tuoba warriors knelt in front of Tuoba Hongye's body, bowing their heads in silence.
Huo Qing looked at Tuoba Hongye's body and sighed: "Although you and I are enemies, your heroism is still admirable.
Don't worry, I will definitely do what I promised you. As long as the people of the Tuoba tribe are willing to submit to the Han Dynasty, I promise to give your tribe people eternal peace on behalf of your majesty. "
At this time, a soldier stood up and walked to Huo Qing, bowed slightly, and begged him in nonsense: "General Huo, we have a request. Please let us take the remains of the Holy Emperor back to the royal court."
Looking at the soldier's determined eyes, Huo Qing nodded and replied skillfully in nonsense: "Bury him well. Don't worry, he is a respectable king."
Upon hearing this, the soldiers bowed gratefully to Huo Qing.
Huo Qing turned around and said to Zhou Tai: "Give them some dry food and return the horses to them."
Zhou Tai muttered something under his breath, wanting to say something to Huo Qing, but in the end he said nothing and did as Huo Qing asked.
After watching these Tuoba cavalry wrap up the corpse of Tuoba Hongye and leave, Zhou Tai finally couldn't help but ask: "General Huo, I really don't understand why I treat the enemy so well despite my humble position."
Huo Qing chuckled: "Then what do you want me to do, general? Bring Tuoba Hongye's body back to the capital? And then kill all these Mengluo people?"
Zhou Tai looked confused: "Isn't it supposed to be like this? The Hu people are capricious, and we should kill them all now."
Huo Qing asked: "Can we kill all the tens of millions of people in Mengluo Grassland? Even if we kneel here and let you chop them down, it will take decades!
What's more, His Majesty wants Mengluo Grassland. Saving the former royal family and nobles will bring far more benefits than killing them, as you will understand later! "
Zhou Tai nodded as if understanding, and then asked: "Then what should we do now?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhuo Shaoyun came to report with excitement: "General Huo, Zhu Ling and the others are back, bringing many herdsmen, cattle and sheep..."
Huo Qing smiled and said: "This bastard is finally back. Let's go and have a look~"
