"The Huns were destroyed by me!!!"
Yang Qian's words immediately stunned the three of them.
"impossible!!!"
The clan leader suddenly roared.
"Although I don't really want to, the Huns are very powerful and dominate all directions. The Jie clan used to be their slaves, and the Yue clan was defeated by them. How could they be destroyed by you?"
The other two strong men also looked disbelieving and sneered at Yang Gan's words.
"Hey, the Huns are so powerful, how could they be wiped out by you?"
"Yes, their population alone is over one million, and with so many soldiers, it is absolutely impossible not to annihilate them."
Yang Gan had a look of ridicule on his face. They didn't know that the Xiongnu had been exterminated for so long. It can be seen that the people of the Ding Ling tribe have been living near Lake Baikal and have little information.
And there is no source of information of its own. To put it simply, the Ding Ling tribe is isolated from the world, but it is also true that three large grassland tribes were wiped out by themselves.
The rest are small and insignificant tribes. Those who obey their own orders or disobey their own management have been thrown into slave camps long ago, and will never have a chance to stand up in this life.
After Yang Gan thought for a while, he asked, "Looking at the situation here, you can hardly smelt copper and iron. Where did your bronze sword and iron products come from?"
The clan leader said without thinking, "In the past, we often used the fish and lobsters here to exchange weapons with the Huns, as well as iron items shipped from distant countries."
Yang Gan said quietly, "How long has it been since the Xiongnu conducted trade with you?"
In one sentence, the three of them were stunned on the spot. Calculating the time, it was more than a year.
The patriarch is not an idiot. He suddenly raised his head after thinking again and again. When he saw Yang Qian's face that looked like a smile but not a smile, he suddenly felt chills all over his body.
Even though the coal stove was not far from him, he couldn't help but feel a lot of chill in his heart.
The clan leader swallowed his saliva, became cautious, and asked, "Did you really kill the Xiongnu?"
Yang Qian found a comfortable position, leaned on the backrest, and said happily, "The Xiongnu, Jie clan, and Yue clan have been destroyed by me."
"This, how is it possible? This is a population of several million. It can be destroyed no matter what. This, this~~~" The patriarch's eyes widened, obviously in disbelief.
But if nothing happened to the Huns, why hasn't anyone come to trade with their tribe for so long?
The smoked fish of my tribe has been hoarded too much. If I don't come here, it may go bad when summer comes next year.
Yang Gan smiled and said, "The three tribes beheaded more than 110,000 people in total and captured more than 800,000 people and used them as slaves. The remaining population of the three tribes are all distributed on the grasslands and are under my control in Daxia."
"Each tribe is not allowed to have more than five thousand people, no more than a hundred horses, and no too many bows and arrows. If they do not accept the jurisdiction, they will all be demoted as slaves."
"Hi~~~~!"
The eyes of the three clan leaders all stared out. When they thought of the strength of the clan, the three of them shrank their heads, and their status seemed to be lowered invisibly.
"I don't know what your identity is, and whether Daxia is a vassal state in the Central Plains."
Although it is very far away from the Central Plains, I still heard some information from the Xiongnu trading team.
Yang Gan's lazy expression gradually revealed a hint of brilliance, and Krisna extended her hand towards Yang Gan and introduced him.
"This is Lord Wu'an, the governor of Yuntong County in the Xia Kingdom and the general of Zhenbei. Yang Qian, Yuntong County and the grassland all belong to his command."
The clan leader was shocked. He didn't expect the visitor to have such power. Although he didn't know the role of these positions, just from the perspective of the authority to manage the grassland, it was already very impressive.
"I would like to ask, were the three clans destroyed by your troops?" Maybe even the clan leader himself didn't know. After he learned about Yang Gan's strength, he even used you.
It has to be said that in this era of bitter cold, one still values one's own strength. The stronger you are, the more fearful you will be.
If you talk to them in a place like this and don't show your fists, you deserve to be beaten to death.
"That's right, they were destroyed together with me." Yang
Qian nodded and admitted, because he did it himself, so he looked very confident.
People on the grassland don't know what it means to see a leopard through a pipe, but that doesn't stop them from seeing some clues from the army's ratio.
The discipline and equipment of the Five Hundred Xuanjia Army were deeply imprinted on the clan leader's mind. Now that he thought about it, they were indeed a powerful force.
Even if there are 1,500 adults in the clan, they may not be opponents. Without confidence, they naturally start to speak in a submissive manner.
"I don't know, why does Mr. Wu An of Xia Kingdom come to our Beihai?" The clan leader felt that with the strength of his tribe, he couldn't hold his head high in front of Yang Gan.
Don't think that "bullying the weak and fearing the strong" is a derogatory term. This is the instinct of living creatures, and it is normal to be tight in such a bitter and cold place.
During the negotiation, Yang Gan got to know a little bit about the Ding Ling tribe. According to their housing data on the shore, there were only three to five thousand people.
But the Ding Ling clan knew nothing about Yang Qian. Sometimes knowing nothing might not be a good thing, because those who are fearless are fearless.
Therefore, the muscles must be brightened. After the muscles were brightened, Yang Qian said calmly.
"After the three Xiongnu tribes were annihilated by me, the three thousand miles north of Baiyunguan will be my territory. Logically speaking, Beihai should also be my Daxia territory."
The patriarch's expression changed, and he said solemnly, "Jun Wu'an is powerful, but Beihai is where we have lived for generations."
"You don't think that just five hundred people can drive us out of our ancestral land, do you?"
Yang Gan showed disdain on his face, "They are afraid of hard things, but they are afraid of the Huns, not our Xia Kingdom. If I say that after summer comes next year, I will organize a hundred teams, each with five hundred people."
"Is this the only way to prove that Beihai is included in our Xia Kingdom's territory by plundering your Ding Ling tribe every day?"
The patriarch's face was as dark as water, and his originally fair complexion suddenly turned extremely pale.
"What should we do? According to you, the Xia Kingdom is three thousand miles away from here. How can we manage this place? Besides, I am not the only one in the Ding Ling clan."
"I'm not afraid to tell you that our tribe only has three to five thousand people. It's just a small tribe. Within three thousand miles, there are more people from the Xiongnu tribe."
"But we, the Ding Ling tribe, also have a lot of people, but they are scattered in various places north of the grassland."
Yang Gan took a deep look at him and said directly, "I understand what you mean, but there should only be about a dozen of your tribes around here."
"There are even several groups that are hostile to each other. The houses found on the shore should be where you live in the summer. Now you are stationed on the island in the lake."
Yang Gan took a sip of wine and said, "Land and lakes are given by God. Who can we blame if we can't keep them?"
The patriarch looked at Yang Gan in disbelief, his blue eyes widening.
"How is it possible that you have only been here for about half a month and yet you have figured out everything about the situation here?"
Yang Gan waved his hand indifferently, "To be honest with you, for us, occupying such a long distance is just a name. In fact, we will not send troops here at all."
"But I am very interested in seal oil. If possible, I can provide you with what you need in exchange for seal oil."
"But you must ensure that the seals in Lake Baikal cannot be killed at will. Once they are killed, the place will be useless to me. I can even destroy it."
The patriarch understood that no matter what Yang Qian said now, he could only listen to it, not to mention that what he said was the truth, and the truth generally didn't sound good.
The clan leader wondered, "Seal oil?"
"It's the fat meat of the sea lion beast." Yang Gan explained.
"I will not betray my tribe. Besides, what do you need me to do?" the tribe leader said simply.
Yang Gan nodded with satisfaction, "Every year I will send a caravan over. You will provide me with the fat of a hundred seals, and the people in the caravan will boil it into oil and water."
"Of course it's not easy to come here. We also want seal skins and some fish caught that can be made into dried fish that can be stored for a long time."
After Yang Gan took a sip of wine, he continued, "Can we
It provides iron pots, fine salt, tea, medicines, some silk fabrics, and even heating supplies and fuel. "
The clan leader suddenly opened his eyes. To be honest, there is actually no shortage of food to survive here.
But the most important thing is salt and medicine. Lake Baikal is a freshwater lake, and some salt can also be found nearby.
It's a pity that they are all bitter and astringent, but fortunately they are not poisonous. I can only eat them reluctantly in order to survive. Over time, I have gotten used to them, but when there are good things, why use inferior things.
In addition, people here generally don't get sick very much. It's not because of the good sanitary conditions, but because of the low temperature that lasts for half a year, there are almost no bacterial diseases, which is a great benefit of this bitterly cold place.
But once you get sick, if it's a little more serious, it's like a death sentence, or you'll get injured.
"Is the fine salt you are talking about as white as snow and without any bitter taste?"
Yang Qian was surprised and said, "You know?"
The clan leader nodded and said, "We spent a lot of money to exchange a little bit with the Hun merchants. No matter how much I save on food, I would have finished it long ago."
Yang Gan smiled and said, "The Xiongnu bought the fine salt from me."
After saying a few words to Qin Xiangru and asking her to go out, Qin Xiangru walked in not long after holding a knife and handed it to Yang Qian.
"Ouch~~~!"
Su Tiejiao was unsheathed, and the expressions of the three clan leaders suddenly changed, and they secretly said, "This guy doesn't want to kill someone, but~~ isn't it the right time to talk now?"
"Pull out your sword~~~!"
The clan leader didn't know why, so he could only stand up and carefully pull out the bronze sword.
"Swish".
A cold light flashed, and the bronze sword in the clan leader's hand had been cut in half. Yang Gan put the sword into its scabbard and threw it to him.
"This knife is given to you."
The clan leader stupidly held Su Tiedao and couldn't help but examine it half-way. The graceful and deep patterns and the cold light of the blade all spoke volumes.
The performance of this sword far exceeds that of a bronze sword. It is a sword that I have never seen in my life.
"Did you really give it to me?"
"We Central Plains people don't lie. If we say we give it to you, we will give it to you. It can be regarded as a first meeting gift."
