After Wang Li surrendered, the rest of the Qinhu tribe breathed a sigh of relief.
To be honest, these people are really afraid that Wang Li will continue to act recklessly. In that case, no one in this tribe will survive.
Since the young master of his family has surrendered, the remaining people will also submit to Zhang Qi.
They helped the servants to tidy up the cattle and sheep. At first, there was a gap between the two sides, but as Zhang Qi and Wang Li chatted more deeply, they all relaxed.
"So, your ancestor was still a subordinate of General Wang Li?"
Next to the traveling horse, Zhang Qi and Wang Li were chatting.
Hearing Zhang Qi's question, Wang Li shook his head: "My grandfather was not a general of General Wang Li, but a domestic servant. After the battle of Julu, one hundred thousand border troops died and were scattered. My grandfather was also there." At that time, he was taken to the grassland."
"No wonder." Zhang Qi said with a sudden look on his face: "You have a name and a surname. You can also see some rules in the defense of the tribe. It turns out that you are the descendants of the soldiers who guarded the Great Wall."
Patting Wang Li on the shoulder, Zhang Qi said with some sincerity: "It's hard for you too. It's been so long and I still remember my homeland. I think most of the Qin people who entered the Hu have now become real Huns."
"Yes, 200,000 Qin people have entered the Hu, and not many of them still remember their ancestors." Wang Li looked depressed at the side.
"If my grandfather hadn't read some simple books with General Wang Li and cared about the good of the Wang family in his heart, even he would have lost the pride of the Qin people and joined Hu in the long years."
"Book of war?" Zhang Qi looked at Wang Li with wide eyes.
Wang Li hesitated for a while, but still nodded. Now that he has lowered his head, it doesn't matter if he holds it or squeezes it. Furthermore, for some reason, the person in front of him seems to be a wise master the more he looks at him:
"Three volumes of simple books, a total of half of the military book, only contain some knowledge about selecting soldiers, training tactics, and selecting sites for camping."
"What a good thing." Zhang Qi was a little happy. When there were few people in the past, he didn't have any other ideas about leading troops. He just led the troops and rushed.
However, with the continuous expansion of his manpower, he now has nearly a thousand troops under his command. Although most of them are weak slaves, with the increase in personnel, he is indeed somewhat incapable of marching.
Now he heard that there were three volumes of simple books in Wangli tribe, which still recorded the art of war. This made him happy.
He took out the long steel knife from his waist. This was a weapon for riding and slashing in the world. It was a perfect steel product. It was regarded as a magic weapon on the grassland and could be used as a family heirloom.
"I don't want it in vain. I'll give it to you here. Lend me your tribe's military manual to make a copy."
Wang Li took the long knife from Zhang Qi's hand with a blank look on his face. He originally planned to offer it to Zhang Qi in exchange for some voice, but he didn't expect Zhang Qi to make an exchange with him.
My heart couldn't help but heat up, and the integration of spiritual points accelerated.
"If your Majesty asks for something, Wang Li should give it to you!"
Look, a long knife that is not very important to Zhang Qi has been changed in name. Zhang Qi is also happy. What does he lack now?
arms? Armor? food?
No, these are not lacking. What he lacks is talents. Although he has captured many people now, there are almost more than 4,000 people in total, but there are only a few people among them who can help him manage.
The wolf cubs in the world of riding and cutting are still being cultivated. When they plunder tribes, those nobles are their priority targets. Only when the leader dies can he control the remaining people.
Wang Li's tribe was a surprise. As he said before, he did plan to withdraw his troops and return to Daxinganling before coming to Wang Li's tribe.
As the plate grows, he wants to really develop, and the talents under his hands are indispensable. Otherwise, if he wants to manage thousands of people in an orderly manner, he alone will be busy to death, so before he This is why Lu Mu teaches Hui and the others how to read.
There was a profound meaning in letting Hui take care of everything along the way. Although Ying still looked carefree now, he was able to manage the army of servants under him in a decent manner.
Zhang Qi laughed twice and patted Wang Li on the shoulder. The latter knelt down and saluted Zhang Qi, then turned and walked towards the yurt.
The plow was in a mess, with servants and aborigines rounding sheep, driving cattle and horses, and packing valuable things from the tribe. Female soldiers and NPCs stood guard around Zhang Qi.
After a while, Wang Li came over holding a cylinder wrapped in fur, and then offered it to Zhang Qi with both hands.
"Your Majesty."
Wang Li's mood at the moment was actually very complicated. He surrendered to Zhang Qi in humiliation, but after surrendering, he found that Zhang Qi was good and like a wise master.
The sword that followed, as a warrior, he certainly knew how precious the long sword Zhang Qi gave him was, so in various strange emotions, he chose to dedicate the most precious thing in the tribe and even his family to Zhang Qi.
Opening the tight animal skin seal of the package, Zhang Qi poured out the contents of the cylinder. Three volumes of blackened bamboo slips exuded a faint fragrance of ink.
Taking one scroll and putting it in his hand, Wang Li continued to hold the rest, and Zhang Qi opened the bamboo slips.
Small characters appeared in his eyes one by one. The book was official script, Qin Li. Zhang Qi didn't recognize much of it, but he could probably read some of it based on the shape of the font, but he couldn't make it coherently.
Before paper was invented and used on a large scale, any carrier of knowledge was precious. Zhang Qi took a rough look at it, then carefully put it into the cylinder and placed it in the world of riding and slashing.
Good things must be kept well. There is no place in the world that is safer than the world of riding and slashing. Zhang Qi plans not to take them out until hundreds of copies of these three volumes of simple books have been copied. Uh, that's not right either. , after copying, bamboo slips are no longer important.
Disappearing and reappearing, Wang Li looked at Zhang Qi with nothing but fear in his eyes.
Looking at Wang Li, who was grinning from ear to ear, Zhang Qi patted him on the shoulder, with a smile on his lips: "Follow me, you won't regret it."
Wang Li was greatly shocked, and the speed of integrating the spiritual points accelerated again.
After a while, the messy plow became orderly, and all the cattle and sheep were herded together. The sheep were directly tied up and thrown on the backs of the extra horses, and the cattle also took over the work of the camels.
"go home!"
On the journey horse, Zhang Qi waved his hand, thousands of horses, tens of thousands of cattle and sheep, the momentum was huge.
