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February 17th, Eastern Grassland...

Lu Yu took the soldiers of the 2,200 Yu Battalion and detoured from Bumblebee Ridge on February 11th. After three days, he arrived at the eastern grassland and rushed to the area where Dongfang Juwuren is occupied. He is currently stationed near the tribe that Juwuren is suspected to be inhabited, waiting for the spies to return...

In the main tent, Lu Yu held a military book with a calm expression, reading with relish. When he saw the wonderful things, he even gently stroked his long beard on his chest from time to time, the light in his pupils became bright and bright.

"If it is empty and it is real, it is empty. Soldiers are also ingenious ways... Wonderful, wonderful, really wonderful..." Lu Yu's face was red and he made a sound of praise from time to time.

"Report~~"

At this moment, a notice came from outside the tent, and a soldier entered the tent and bowed to Lu Yu.

Lu Yu remained silent, still holding the military book, just raised his eyes and glanced at the soldier and asked, "Is there any news about finding out what is wrong?"

The soldier replied: "Reported to the Lu camp envoy and visited the Mahjong. Thirty miles north of this, I found that there were about a thousand people around the Juwuren tribe..."

When Lu Yu heard this, he immediately put down the military letter in his hand and shouted in a deep voice: "Okay~ I'm going to order the entire army to move forward quickly to the place where Juwu people entrenched. Be sure to annihilate this unit in one fell swoop, and increase the prestige of my Yu-Capital!"

"As for the order!" the soldier responded, and then asked, "Lu Camp, do you want to inform the Ukrainian friendly troops to encircle and suppress them together? Their troops are less than ten miles away. After all, Ye Si repeatedly instructed the friendly troops to cooperate in the letter..."

"No need~" Lu Yu flatly refused, "Why should we bother friendly troops with more than a thousand people to help? What's more, the fighter planes are fleeting. If you don't notice our army's abnormal movements, wouldn't it be a missed opportunity to make meritorious service? Go and prepare quickly..."

The soldier frowned and advised, "Lu Camp, please think twice. Although this Juwu's troops are not large, according to the feedback from the horse exploration, there is a famous barbarian general named Qiu Letu. He is more than eight feet tall and skilled in bowing and horses. He is good at using a crack hammer. He is extremely powerful and has the courage of thousands of men. He must be guarded..."

"The courage of thousands of men?" Lu Yu's facial expression froze when he heard this, and then his eyes were slightly jawed, and a hint of arrogant expression appeared, and he asked softly, "What if this barbarian general is better than someone?"

The soldier was speechless when he heard this and hurriedly said, "Nachuletu is naturally unable to compare with Luying....."

When Lu Yu heard this, he stroked his long beard with satisfaction and said arrogantly: "Since it is impossible to compare with someone, what are you afraid of? A small barbarian general dares to call him unfair courage in front of someone? It's ridiculous!"

After saying that, Lu Yu came to the stand where he placed his Yanyue sword in the tent and lifted the long sword weighing 20 kilograms, but the sword body emitted a dazzling cold light, and the soldier couldn't open his eyes.

Lu Yu stood on the ground with a long sword, and then said proudly: "In terms of martial arts, a certain person can be said to be the best in the army. Even the military governor praised his martial arts. When he was pacifying Youzhou with the military governor, he passed by Yongguan, and encountered dozens of bad people who harmed the military governor.

It was someone who killed them one by one with this moon sword. Everyone could not get along with a certain sword. How many people in the world could compete with a certain martial arts? Naqiu Letu dared to claim that he was the best of the three armies because he didn't meet Lu Yu, so he saw that he killed his ignorant madman formation with a certain sword!"

The entire Yuzi Camp dared not say much about Lu Yu's conceit. After all, the facts are in front of you. In your spare time, Lu Yu competed with them, but no one had three moves under him. He really had the capital to be arrogant and proud.

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At the same time, the northern Juwu tribe...

"Mom, wake up...Brother, it's not good. Mom fainted from hunger. Come and have a look..."

In a shabby felt bag, an old alien woman with a shabby body was lying weakly on the blanket and was already in a coma. She let a ragged alien boy in thirteen or fourteen years old shout at her, but it was useless.

At this time, the felt-pack roller blind was pulled open, and an older alien young man rushed in quickly after hearing the alien boy shouting.

The older alien young man came to the old alien woman and shouted with concern: "Mom, what's wrong with you? Wake up, mom..."

The shouts of the young aliens did not wake up their mother. For a moment, the two brothers were extremely anxious.

Seeing his mother's appearance, the boy from the alien race said nervously to the young man: "Brother, do you think our mother will die? I'm really worried..."

When the young man from another race heard this, he immediately shouted to his younger brother angrily: "Shut up, Yi Qier, what are you talking about? My mom will definitely be fine..."

Yi Qier immediately closed her mouth and stopped talking, but from his nervous eyes, it can be seen that he was very suspicious of what his brother said.

"Yi Qier, take good care of my mother, I'll go back!" After a long time, the young man from a foreign race told his younger brother, got up and walked out of the felt bag.

Stepping out of the felt bag, the young people from other races saw lifeless scenes everywhere. The tribe was hungry because of the lack of daily necessities such as food, salt and other daily necessities. All the people they saw, regardless of men, women, old and young, were rarely healthy, and all of them were hungry because of their pale faces and skinny skin.

This is the impact of the Jizhou border army's implementation of the Shunchang rebellion policy after occupying the eastern grassland. Similar to Juwu, the foreign tribes that were unwilling to surrender to the Military Governor's Office and still did the right thing were seriously excluded.

With several large-scale ethnic migrations, most of the tribes surrendered to the Military Governor's Office were concentrated in more than a hundred miles outside Yuyang Pass. A large amount of land had been reclaimed for grazing outside the clan. The troops of the Military Governor's Office guarded here, which greatly reduced the living space for Juwu and other tribes, and could only rely on looting the lonely small tribes and past caravans to make ends meet.

However, with the Jizhou Military Governor's attention to the situation of foreign horse and bandits outside the Great Wall, the Jizhou cavalry often appeared near the horse and bandit tribes, making their lives more and more difficult.

Many pastures and hunting forests were blocked by soldiers of the Military Governor's Office, which made them unable to guarantee their most basic survival ability and their lives became more and more painful.

The Juwu tribe endured hard and difficult under such circumstances. After just seven or eight months of blockade and suppression, the total population of the tribe has been reduced from 50,000 to less than 20,000.

In order to prevent the tribe from being discovered by the border troops in Jizhou, the clan leader divided it into several tribes to entrench it, waiting for a comeback.

The young man from the alien race sighed and walked towards a relatively new tent in the clan, which was the residence of the patriarch Ba Preach.

Entering the tent of Ba Bud's Sacrifice, the young alien immediately crawled on the ground respectfully, saluted the patriarch, and said, "Dear patriarch, please give you some rice, flour and salt, my mother is about to starve to death..."

After hearing this, Ba Budao, who was over 60 years old, sat on the blanket and spread his hands and said to the alien young man: "Qi Muge, I am extremely depressed by the matter with your mother. As the patriarch, you go and take my rice can..."

Upon hearing this, Qimuge immediately followed the direction of Ba Buddha's finger and held a jar of rice in front of Ba Buddha.

Ba Bu said, "Qimuge, open it, see how many meters there are in it..."

Qi Muge did as he said, slowly opened the lid on the jar and looked inward, but he saw that the rice grains inside had already reached the bottom, only some broken rice was scattered.

"Class leader, this..."

Qi Muge's face turned extremely embarrassed, and he pointed at the rice jar and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Ba Budao sighed, "Qi Muge, you have also seen that as the patriarch, I have no food anymore. I can't help it. However, I still have half a piece of salt brick on my body. Maybe I can temporarily help your mother overcome the current difficulties. Take it..."

After saying that, Ba Buddha took out a piece of salt from his body that was not much larger than an adult's thumb and handed it to Qi Muge.

Qimuge respectfully took Yanba and kowtowed to Ba Buddha thanks: "Thank you for your help from the patriarch. Qimuge is grateful. I will repay your kindness with all my strength in the future!"

Ba Buddhausen waved his hand and signaled Qimuge to leave the tent: "Go, hurry up and save your mother. I hope this piece of salt can help you and save your mother's life..."

Qimuge left with great gratitude, and Ba Budao sighed helplessly and said to himself: "If this continues, our tribe may be in trouble with the deceased tribe. It is better to wait for Qiu Letu to come back and discuss with him, and it is better to surrender to the military governor's office..."

While Ba Budao was thinking about the future survival of the tribe, suddenly there was a loud cheer outside the tent, and someone shouted "The Warrior Qiu Letu is back."

"I'm finally back, Qiu Letu, this patriarch wants to discuss with you!"

Babudha picked up the crutches placed beside him, tried to support his weak body, and slowly walked out of the tent.

Outside the tent, dozens of alien soldiers and horsebacks, a forty-year-old warrior led by the leader was wearing a chain armor with a strong figure and two crimson claw marks on his face were vividly remembered. They were the traces left by fighting with the blood wolf more than ten years ago, and were a symbol of bravery. He was the god of war in the minds of Qiu Letu and the people of Juwu.

Qiu Letu took off a few bloody heads from the horse's back and threw them on the ground. He shouted to the Juwu tribe who were surrounding him: "See? This is the head of the Zhou people. I, Qiu Letu, cut them up like chopping melons and vegetables..."

After saying that, Qiu Letu waved his hand in the envious eyes of the tribesmen. Soon, three mule and horse trucks were pulled over from behind, with bags of sacks filled with food. The eyes of these tribesmen were straightened...

Looking at the expectant eyes of the tribe members, Qiu Letu waved his hand and shouted loudly: "Everyone has a share, each person has a big bowl of food. Everyone has been hungry for several days. Let's have a full meal tonight..."

“Oh oh oh…”

Hearing Qiu Letu's words, the people around him, both men, women, young and old, immediately cheered excitedly, and brought bowls to gather in front of the pile of grain, waiting to receive their own food.

Qiu Letu smiled at the people waiting to deliver food. At this moment, his self-esteem was unprecedentedly satisfied, as if he felt that he was the savior of the whole Juwu.

"It's bad now!"
Chapter completed!