"Bang bang bang!"
Murong Kui kowtowed to Yang Qian five times and raised his head with blood on his face. Murong Gui next to him looked miserable.
She knew what Brother Kui was carrying.
"Mr. Wu'an helps me, and I am willing to give the entire Xianbei clan in exchange."
Yang Gan's eyes flickered, and a cold light appeared in his eyes.
"Go on."
"I came all the way from Wangcheng, no, Lelang County, and saw a lot of things. I found that except for the tapir people, the lives of the Fuyu people and the Central Plains people are better than before."
"There are very few people who oppose the integration of Goguryeo into the Xia Kingdom. Although there are occasional resistances, they are all small troubles and cannot make big waves."
"I don't want my people to become like the Huns and remain slaves for generations. It would be a good thing if we could integrate into the Xia Kingdom."
Yang Qian's brows furrowed tightly as he kept thinking.
This cake is so big, with a population of tens or millions, that Yang Gan can't help but feel itchy inside.
"I have to say you have a lot of leverage."
Yang Qian paused, then suddenly picked up the wine glass on the table and threw it towards Murong Kui.
"Kacha!"
There was another cut on Murong Kui's forehead, and his whole body was crumbling.
Murong Gui pursed her lips. She had always kept A-Gump's words in mind. No matter what happened today, she could neither stop nor object.
"Awesome, you want to be a white wolf with nothing?"
"You are also ambitious and dare to betray the interests of your own clan. I dare not even think about it. When your Xianbei clan integrates into my Daxia system and you betray them all, wouldn't I, Daxia, lead the wolf into the house?"
"Please rest assured, Mr. Wu An, I will never betray you. My little sister is here."
"Can a woman control you?"
"Then how can Mr. Wu An trust me?"
Yang Qian crossed his arms and stood in front of the two people, looking down at them condescendingly.
This man was obviously short in height, but his aura was greater than that of the entire Xianbei tribe's khans.
There is a feeling that makes people unable to resist at all.
"Actually, all the blood relatives have been killed, and I can understand the need for revenge."
"But if you ask me, Yuntong Commandery, to risk my life to help you, I won't be the sinner. But if there are benefits, then let's do it differently."
Yang Qian changed the subject and smiled, "I don't know, if I, Yuntong County, don't help you, what are you going to do? Go out for revenge alone. Are you planning to kill someone thousands of miles away?"
Murong Kui hesitated for a while, but finally couldn't hold on anymore and revealed the truth.
"Me, my Eji's mother clan has been relatively strong in the past two years. I want to go to my mother clan to see if we can move to the mother clan to recruit troops."
"Hahahahaha!"
Yang Qian put his hands on his hips, raised his head and smiled. After a long time, his eyes narrowed.
"You are naive. You don't have enough interests. You want the two tribes to fight in a bloody battle just because of your words. I'm afraid you are going crazy."
Murong Kui collapsed directly to the ground and muttered, "There is really nothing we can do."
When he saw Mr. Wu An's eyes filled with murderous intent, he immediately straightened up and said.
"Wu'an Lord, the Great Khan has been coveting the land of Xuantu County and Liaodong County for a long time. He has not taken action in the past two years because of internal instability. When it stabilizes one day, he will definitely attack Xuantu and Liaodong County."
Yang Gan is too lazy to talk nonsense.
"I have the final say when to fight and when to send you out."
"And there are two conditions. First: I have the final say whether the Xianbei people integrate or are enslaved, but no matter which method is used, there will be blood flowing."
"Second: I want all the land south of the Xianbei Mountains."
Now not only Murong Kui, but also Murong Gui was confused.
They all took a breath, Mr. Wu An, what a huge appetite.
Murong Kui stammered, "Mr. Wu An, this, this, I don't want the Xianbei people to be enslaved."
"And, this, this Da Xianbei Mountain is, the ancestral land of my Xianbei people, this, this..."
While Murong Kui was still worried that Lord Wu An would get angry, the killing intent in Yang Gan's eyes gradually faded.
"Yes, at least you still think about whether your clan can live well. Yes, you are one of the more conscientious scum. You care about your mother clan. It is human nature."
"But I won't change what I said. I can accept your surrender on two conditions. Not only can you surrender, but you can also join my family. But don't think about it. Just become a domestic slave."
Murong Kui turned pale and fell to the ground.
"Thank you, Mr. Wu An!"
"Go down, of course someone will teach you the rules. As for Murong Gui, go find Qin Xiangru, and she will also teach you how to be a competent Central Plains woman."
"Go down."
"promise!"
The two knelt on the ground, slowly backed away, and then went downstairs.
Yang Gan slowly sat on the sofa, took a sip of tea, closed his eyes and rested.
As a young patriarch of a tribe with a big surname, there are no simple things.
She looks rough and crazy on the surface, but actually she has her own Xiao Jiujiu inside.
Taking refuge in yourself is the best way to get revenge. I didn't expect that after being captured, I would still have such courage. He is a character.
There was a sound of hurried footsteps.
Zhao Wenmo helped Zhang Yumeng sit over.
"How can a prairie man have such a complicated mind?"
Zhang Yumeng leaned on the armrest with one hand. He was really soft and trembling occasionally.
Yang Gan pouted.
"Don't underestimate the people of the world. Those who can survive in such troubled times are either human beings or human beings."
"Seeing a loved one being killed in front of our eyes is something neither of us can understand. Such a person will definitely give everything for revenge."
"But once you know the trump cards of these two people, it will be easier to control them. Moreover, this person has some conscience and cannot bear to have his tribe enslaved."
Zhang Yumeng let out a long sigh.
From nine o'clock last night to about five o'clock in the morning, I was always on the clouds and never came down.
Everyone was in a state of ecstasy. I just passed by and heard the conversation of several people, and immediately became interested.
"Are there any Xianbei people in the previous life?"
Yang Gan shrugged and said, "No, they have all been Sinicized. They can be considered a completely Sinicized nation. And to a large extent, they were proactively Sinicized. Their aggressiveness and destructiveness are far lower than other grassland ethnic groups."
"It's not bad for this kind of ethnic group to integrate."
Zhang Yumeng said immediately.
"Yes, all of them are handsome guys and beautiful girls!"
Yang Gan crossed his arms and smiled, "What are you thinking? I guess the Murong family is like this, but they are only the nobles of the Murong family. Ordinary Murong people are almost the same as ordinary grassland people."
"Mainly these two are too tall and very strong."
Zhang Yumeng was stunned, "The one named Murong Gui, although he is not very strong, but those long legs..."
"Stop it, stop it. Do you have any ideas? Why don't we compete again tonight? I'm going to open up from behind today."
Yang Gan grinned, which frightened Zhang Yumeng so much that his hair stood on end.
"I'm not coming. I'm not coming. I have to rest for a few days. Can you please stop stabbing me in the back next time?"
"It hurts to sit down now."
"I just think the two of them are tall, so I'm curious."
Yang Gan stretched out his finger and said.
"Murong Xin, the founder of Qianyan, was eight feet long, about 196 centimeters."
"Murong Huang, the founder of Qianyan, was seven feet eight inches tall, about 191.1 centimeters."
"Murong Jun, the former Yanjingzhao Emperor, was eight feet and two inches tall, about 200.9 centimeters."
"Murong Ke, the famous royal general, is fifteen years old and eight feet seven inches in length, which is 213.15 centimeters in length."
"Murong Chui, Emperor Wu of the Later Yan Dynasty, was seven feet seven inches tall. This one is a little shorter, 188.65 centimeters tall."
"Murongde, Emperor Xianwu of Nanyan, was eight feet and two inches in length, which is 200.9 centimeters in length."
"Murong Chao, the last emperor of Southern Yan, was eight feet long, which is 196 centimeters."
Zhang Yumeng's face was full of shock. "Damn it, what kind of genes does this family have? It's too exaggerated."
"It's enough for this family to just choose any team to play in the NBA."
"Who says it isn't?"
Yang Qian was so envious. "I used to think that after time travel, he would be considered a military commander. Not to mention 1.9 meters, he must be 1.8 meters tall."
"Now I don't even ask for a height of 1.8 meters. I would be satisfied with a height of 1.75 meters."
Zhang Yu's dream is not clear: "According to theory, the child's height is inherited from the mother. Now he has several wives, how can they all be so tall."
Yang Gan wondered.
"Who says otherwise? According to records, Murong Jun, Murong Ke, Murong Chui, and Murong De are brothers, and they are all sons of Murong Huang."
"The problem is that these brothers don't have the same mother. There is no record in history who Murong Jun's mother is. Murong Chui's mother is the Lan family, Murong Ke's mother is the Gao family, and Murong De's mother is the Gongsun family. It can be said that Murong Huang's harem is full of long legs."
Zhang Yumeng patted his thigh and gave you a lucky look.
"Then you are awesome. Your women all have long legs. Now you don't have to worry about the height of your children in the future."
Yang Gan's face froze instantly. Considering the current endocrine situation in his body, there were enough bullets and he couldn't kill anyone.
"Let's wait until I can give birth. Lao Ge said that my body may not be able to give birth to a child for the time being."
Zhang Yumeng was stunned, looked at Yang Qian, and nodded.
"I won't give birth if I can't give birth for the time being. You are only 12 years old. It's still early. Why are you so anxious?"
"Right!"
Yang Qian began to check the investigation information of the two people. Zhang Yumeng gained some strength and joined in.
Name: Murong Kui
Age: 18
Sex: Male
Ethnicity: Xianbei Murong clan
Height: 210 cm
Weight: about 180 pounds
Specialties: Bows and arrows, polearms.
Character description: tough, wise, accepting death.
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Name: Murong Gui
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: Xianbei Murong clan
Height: 195cm
Weight: about 155 pounds
Good at: bow and arrow, short sword.
Character description: He is just a fledgling, he has no brains in doing things or speaking, he has been wandering for three years before he matured.
Summary: Within three years, the two wandered in Goguryeo. They were also hunted down by local nobles, killed people, stole things, and narrowly escaped death 3 to 5 times. The Xianbei people's habits gradually receded, and they adapted to life in the pass and became obsessed with revenge. They have strong desires, but have little interest in clan life.
