"Da Kun Tribe!!!"
"Okay, it's good to destroy it. It's very satisfying to destroy people's hearts." Si Ji's eyes were red.
Thinking that the Dakun tribe was wiped out by Yang Gan, he felt comforted in his heart, but it was a pity that he didn't have a hand to kill Dakun, a beast.
Siji didn't have the slightest doubt about this matter, because the surrounding tribes knew everything about Siji and Dakun.
When the two were young, their relationship was actually okay, but due to land issues and women's issues, the gap between the two became deeper and deeper.
There have been several conflicts, and people on both sides have died, but anyone with a discerning eye knows that every time, the Dakun tribe suppresses the Siji tribe.
So Siji didn't bother to talk nonsense with Dakun. As time passed, the hatred between the two became deeper and deeper.
Si Ji bowed his hands to Ran Jing, took his son's body and his men with him, and quickly ran towards his camp.
In a short time, Siji sent more than a thousand people over, but he himself never came again.
The soldiers took good care of the prisoners, and the more than a thousand people began to collect reindeer and began grazing in nearby areas with lush vegetation.
Even though it's freezing cold here, you can see ice fields as far as the eye can see. In fact, under the white snow, there are young grasses covered.
The reindeer have already adapted to this environment. As soon as they run outside, they dig their noses into the snow and start looking for food.
The entire camp began to become orderly, and the more than 10,000 prisoners looked ashen.
On the grassland, tribes annexing each other is nothing new. This is already everyone's default basic operation.
But few tribes would choose to surrender after suffering such heavy casualties.
For example, if the 30,000 people of the Dakun tribe were included in a general tribal conflict, hundreds of people would have died, and they would have surrendered long ago.
The clan leader cannot control his subordinates indefinitely. Many of his subordinates see that the limelight is not right and have no desire to fight. If the clan leader supervises the battle, they will be killed by his subordinates.
But this time, nearly 20,000 people died at the hands of the Xia people. This blood debt made these 10,000 captives feel a deep hatred for them.
Those who died were all their relatives and friends, how could they not hate them.
Because of the language barrier, Ran Jing still adopted a high-pressure policy and directly beheaded anyone who caused trouble.
Yang Gan also asked people from the Siji tribe to take the trouble to tell the reasons for the war.
To be honest, this kind of reason can be arranged casually, and it cannot be said that it was Dakun who was instigated by Uziger.
When he caught Wu Qige, Yang Qian already knew that this thing was not a good bird, but it didn't matter.
The meat is on the chopping board, and it’s not up to you to decide when to chop it, as long as you don’t die in your own camp.
To put it bluntly, even if he died in his own camp and Si Ji found out about it, it would be a matter of changing partners.
In the camp, Ran Jing had just reported his work and looked a little ugly.
He had no experience in guarding prisoners, and the pressure of more than 10,000 resentful prisoners put him under great pressure.
It would be great if Shi Yuanji was here. He is now an expert in guarding prisoners and slaves. Any slave in his hands will be disciplined and obedient.
Yang Gan smiled and said, "Ran Jing, you are good at everything. You just want to be the best in every aspect. This is impossible. There is no specialization in the arts."
"The general is afraid that if these slaves will resist, with five hundred of us, we may not be sure to bring them all back."
Yang Gan said, "You probably haven't counted the proportion of slaves here."
"I asked Belika to check it out. Almost all of the tens of thousands of captives are women and children. Women and children don't have a sense of territory, so I don't think they will resist."
Ran Jing let out a long sigh of relief. Since the Lord has said it, he can feel relieved.
At this time, the voice of a soldier on guard sounded at the door: "Your Majesty, I wish Hongfang to see you."
"Come in."
I saw Zhu Hongfang walking in with an exotic-looking woman, with slightly raised eyes and a plump figure.
"What's the matter?" Yang Qian asked directly.
Zhu Hongfang cupped his hands and said, "Your Majesty, I caught this girl outside the Dakun camp. She has expensive jewelry on her neck, wrists and fingers. I think this person must be their senior figure, Xijun."
Yang Qian didn't say much, he came to the woman's side and walked around a few times.
It has to be said that the Ding Ling people are still a little different from other grassland peoples.
The Xiongnu and other ethnic groups have a very strong smell, but Yang Qian couldn't understand it. No matter how backward the Xiongnu was, they still ate cooked food.
However, the Ding Ling tribe really drank their hair and drank their blood. After Si Ji sent thousands of people, Yang Gan even gave some reindeer for this purpose.
Some people take the reindeer with them very dearly, while others kill the reindeer directly.
Seeing the scene of eating raw reindeer meat and drinking raw reindeer blood, Yang Gan almost gritted his back molars and sucked in the cold air.
The body odor on their bodies was not strong, and Yang Gan could only attribute it to the hot springs in Lake Baikal, where he could often bathe, and the cold environment.
Regardless of whether they are humans or animals, as long as they are born or live in a cold place, they will basically have very little odor.
The Ding Ling tribe is almost all Caucasian, but there are also yellow and white people mixed together, so it is impossible to tell what race she is.
Flax hair, yellow skin, green eyes, quite exotic, and Caucasian facial features, he is in his thirties, full of charm, and the upturned corners of his eyes make people look at him. There is an overwhelming fascination.
The nobility on his body clearly indicates that he belongs to a superior person, and he is not as submissive as ordinary civilians.
Mrs. Yan did not look at Yang Qian, but lowered her head and muttered something.
"What are you looking at? If you look again, I'll pluck out your eyes."
"Devils, you are all devils, and the shaman god will punish you and kill you all."
"You people are more vicious than the jackals on the ice fields."
Yang Gan sneered, pulled out the Sutie knife and put it on Yan's neck.
Yan couldn't help but tremble. Although she forced herself to calm down, her eyes still showed fear.
The corner of Yang Gan's mouth raised, he used a knife to cut off the rope on her hands, and pointed to the table next to him.
"Your Majesty?" Ran Jing reminded hurriedly.
Yang Qian blinked at Ran Jing, who said nothing. How could a woman in his hands be able to change the world?
Mrs. Yan was not an idiot. Seeing Yang Qian's actions, she tentatively walked over and sat down.
After Yang Gan returned to his seat, he said, "You say we are devils and jackals, but you should know who came to attack my camp first."
"We have never shown hostility to you. Is it possible that you can only attack us but we can't fight back?"
Ms. Yan opened her mouth wide and looked at Yang Qian in disbelief, "You, do you understand our language?"
"I know a little bit. I have interacted with the Huns before."
Yang Gan nodded to Qin Xiangru, who immediately prepared a meal and wine and placed it on Yan's dining table.
"Gululu~~!"
Yan's stomach couldn't help but make a sound.
Yang Qian waved his hand and said with a smile, "Eat it."
Mrs. Yan nodded and had nothing to say. After all, her life was in other people's hands. She was hungry now. If she was hungry, she had to eat.
He grabbed the roasted reindeer meat and ate it hungrily, compared to the ordinary Ding Ling people.
Yan's eating style has a touch of elegance.
As the food entered her mouth, Yan's eyes suddenly lit up. She had never thought that reindeer meat could be so delicious.
Yang Gan asked curiously, "Which tribe are you from? Did you marry into the Dakun tribe?"
"Well, my maternal clan is the Qifuli clan, and I married into the Dakun clan of Youshu Pei clan. I am the Yan clan."
Yang Gan's eyes narrowed slightly, and his face suddenly lit up with joy. He already knew many things from the captive's mouth.
However, many prisoners were of low status and simply did not
I don’t know some high-level things, so it’s better to ask clearly.
"The Yan clan? Haha, a tribe of 30,000 people can be called the Yan clan. The Yan clan is really worthless. What is your name?"
"Cifuli Nina~!"
"Did you know? In this world, many people actually do not have the right to choose to die, or in other words, many people cannot choose how to die."
"Have you ever thought about how you will live in the future?"
Nina wiped her mouth and said disdainfully, "It's just a death. You are from the Central Plains. I have heard that the Central Plains people live far, far south of us."
"If we follow the tradition of the Dingling people, I will not die. I will marry the winner and give him offspring."
Yang Gan was stunned for a moment, then shook his head. The fishing, hunting and nomadic tribes were really happy. If you conquer a tribe, you will get a woman.
Anyone who can be the Yan clan in a tribe is regarded as a beauty in the aesthetic eyes of the Ding Ling people.
"Actually, I have a few options for you to choose from."
Yang Gan did not give her time to agree or refuse, because she was not qualified to negotiate terms with him.
"First, if you resist me, I will let you die, but there are many ways to die, including easy death, painful death, and ~~~life is worse than death."
"Second, if you surrender to me, please comfort the more than 10,000 people from the Dakun tribe. I will send these people to my territory, and your life will change dramatically."
Yang Gan walked towards Nina as he spoke, his tone full of bewilderment.
People make the best use of their talents, and the people here are different from the people in the Central Plains.
If in the Central Plains, you kill a woman's man, you also kill several of his children.
It's a shame if people don't work hard with you, but it's different here. The strong have the right to enjoy the weak, and they also have the right to dominate the weak.
Just like Da Kun was killed and her children were killed, although Nina was filled with sadness, she knew that she was powerless to change it all.
Even if Yang Gan is killed, Dakun and his son will not be able to be resurrected. Instead of doing this, it is better to have a few more with Yang Gan.
Just like the lions in Africa, after a male lion is defeated, once its child is found by the new lion king, it will inevitably die. Even if the female lion knows that the male lion killed the child, she still has to give birth to offspring with him.
The naked natural selection is clearly revealed on this vast ice sheet.
Mrs. Yan immediately knelt on the ground, crawled in front of Yang Gan, and kissed his leather boots.
He grabbed Yang Qian's palm tightly, kissed it, and rubbed it with his face.
