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Meng Huo is half of the Han ancestry. Of course, he knew where the root cause was the decline of the Han Dynasty. The world chaos in the past twenty years almost brought the Han Dynasty to the brink of destruction.

The Han Dynasty was weak and the Hu was strong. This is a fact since ancient times, and in southern Xinjiang was no exception. The decline of the Han Dynasty naturally made the barbarians look down on them and the idea of ​​driving the Han people out of Nanyizhou.

In addition, Liu Zhang was weak and blindly retreating and tolerating, which would certainly make the arrogant spirit of the barbarians strong, and it is not surprising that Bajun massacres and looting Han people.

But Liu Jing was completely different. He scared the barbarians with cruel killing. To this day, in southern Xinjiang, the barbarians still call Liu Jing the god of killing. When talking about Liu's god of killing, the child did not dare to cry at night.

Meng Huo certainly knew the real reason very well, but he couldn't say it out, so he had to laugh dryly: "What the governor of the state said is that only by solving the real reason is the way to consolidate the foundation."

Liu Jing nodded and said, "What is the real reason? I think it is because of the wealth of the Han people and the poverty of the barbarians. It is precisely because of the uneven wealth of the rich and the poor that there is hatred. To eliminate hatred, the poverty problem of barbarians must be solved."

Mrs. Zhu Rong next to her sighed: "The Palace Master is worthy of being a person with the heart of the world. When it comes to the roots, I completely agree with this statement. The barbarians work hard and hunt with their lives, but they can still barely wrap their stomachs. A needle can be exchanged for a chicken, a piece of salt as big as a palm can be exchanged for a goat, a cloth can even be exchanged for a young girl. It is really sad.

So it has always been a barbarian who has married a Han Lang, but there is no saying that a barbarian who has married a Han Wang. We barbarians always hope that we can have enough food and enough clothes like the Han people, but no Han people have ever said, I will help you solve your poverty..."

Speaking of this, Mrs. Zhurong's voice began to choke, but Meng Huo was silent. He was much smarter than his wife. He was a Han Chinese. He knew that if he wanted to be as rich as the Han Chinese, it meant that they had to go out and live with the Han Chinese, men farmed and women weaved, and learned Chinese language and Han Chinese rituals. In the end, the two ethnic groups merged together, and there would be no more barbarians.

I'm afraid that Liu Jing has said so much, but he has this idea. Liu Jing is not a merciful person. He wants to completely eliminate the threat from southern Yizhou by integrating Han and Manchu. But this is definitely not a scene that Meng Huo hopes to see. He does not want to harm his own interests in order to solve the poverty of the barbarians.

After a while of silence, Meng Huo underestimated: "I don't know if the provincial governor has any solutions or plans to solve the poverty of the barbarians."

Liu Jing looked at Meng Huo deeply, and he felt Meng Huo's resistance. In fact, Meng Huo guessed Liu Jing's thoughts. Liu Jing really hoped to use ethnic integration to completely solve the threat from the barbarians to southern Shunan, but this will not work in a year or two, and it will take decades, or even last year.

At present, we can only use some special means to transform the barbarians. We must take it slowly, not be anxious, as it will threaten the interests of the barbarian nobles.

Thinking of this, Liu Jing sighed slightly and said, "It is not easy to make the barbarians as rich as the Han people. It takes a long time to work hard. Although it is very difficult, many things can still be done. I thought of a good idea, but I don't know if the Barbarian King is willing."

Meng Huo bowed and bowed, "I wish to hear the details"

Liu Jing smiled and said, "My army in Jingyi and the two states have 200,000 people, there are thousands of Qiang people in the army, and almost all of them are Han people. Today I accidentally discovered that the barbarians have high archery skills, and they are all first-class soldiers when fighting bravely. I said that this is mainly related to the barbarian hunting life. I was thinking that my army also needs barbarian soldiers. I want to recruit an army among the barbarians. Of course, I will pay fair money and food. I think this is also a way for barbarians to obtain money and food. I don't know if the barbarian king agrees."

Meng Huo was silent. He knew very well that once his barbarians joined the Han army, they would gradually be assimilated by the Han army. When they returned to their hometown, they would transform the Han people and subtly influence the descendants of the barbarians. This was actually a means of assimilation.

But Meng Huo felt Liu Jing's sharp gaze, and he knew that he might not have room to bargain. If he did not agree, Liu Jing would send troops to fight south. The problem would be serious at that time. After a long silence, Meng Huo finally asked: "I don't know how many barbarian troops the governor of the state need."

Liu Jing stretched out a palm and said lightly: "Five thousand people"

Five thousand people Meng Huo's heart trembled. He had only 20,000 troops in his hands. Liu Jing asked for 5,000 troops as soon as he spoke. How could he take it out? After a while, Meng Huo hesitated and said: "I am not the only one who can make the decision. I still have to discuss with other tribe leaders and ask the governor of the state to give me some time."

"Okay, I'll give the Barbarian King a month to consider, and I hope the Barbarian King will not disappoint me." Liu Jing's smile was no longer so gentle, and his tone was already a little threatening. His implication was to tell Meng Huo that if there is no reply within a month, don't blame me for being rude.

Meng Huo of course also understood Liu Jing's deep meaning. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. But his wife, Mrs. Zhu Rong, didn't understand the difficulties of her husband. She frowned and said, "This is a good thing. It can make the barbarians have more income. Why didn't the barbarian king agree directly to me and I don't think we need to discuss with other chiefs."

Meng Huo just wanted to slap his wife by the neck and slap her a few times. Why didn't she give her face to him? Meng Huo felt Liu Jing's cold gaze. He quickly laughed and explained to his wife: "Of course this is a good thing. Five thousand people have to discuss how to allocate the quota, and how can I own it alone?"

Just as Mrs. Zhurong was about to speak again, at this moment, a burst of screams came from outside, the voices of the barbarians. Meng Huo asked unhappily: "What's wrong?"

A personal guard quickly reported: "Your Majesty, the soldiers outside are competing with General Wang Ping, and General Wang fights alone."

Liu Jing was also interested, so he stood up and smiled and said, "Let's go."

Meng Huo and his wife followed Liu Jing out of the camp. They saw that in the open space, famous barbarian soldiers formed a large circle, each of whom took out a wooden knife. Wang Ping stood in the middle, holding a wooden stick about a meter long in his hand, and looked at the barbarian soldiers around him with a sneer on his face.

Not far away, there were large groups of Han soldiers and barbarian soldiers sitting on both sides, constantly cheering for their side. Liu Jing walked forward and his personal soldier Li Qing came forward to report: "Report to General Wang Ping, General Wang Ping, was betting against the barbarian soldiers, first defeated all barbarian soldiers in archery techniques, and then fought alone, ten and twenty, now people."

"What is that bet?" Liu Jing asked with a smile with interest.

"The bet is a barbarian warrior card. If General Wang can defeat others, Guduo will give him this barbarian warrior card."

"What if Wang Ping loses?"

"If General Wang loses, he will give the sword to Guduo."

Liu Jing nodded, turned around and laughed at Meng Huo, "Why don't we make a bet too?"

"I don't know what the governor wants to bet on"

Liu Jing gave Li Qing a few instructions, and Li Qing immediately ran to bring a green horse. Liu Jing patted the strong war horse and smiled and said, "This is one of the Hexi war horses I have collected. I use it to bet, how about it?"

Meng Huo was a person who knew the goods. This war horse was extremely majestic, with long limbs and bright fur. It was not a single hair. It was a good horse of a BMW. His eyes suddenly glowed. His eyes stared at the war horse for a long time. He took off his sword from his waist. The hilt and scabbard were inlaid with precious gems. He said to Liu Jing: "This barbarian sword is also called the ghost-suppressing sword. The ghosts within ten feet dare not approach it. It is also my beloved thing. I use it as a bet."

"Okay, let's watch the battle in the field."

At this time, the famous barbarians burst out with a shout. They attacked Wang Ping from all directions at the same time. Wang Ping was originally a very famous ranger swordsman in Ba County. He was good at close combat. He also shouted, "Good come."

He waved the wooden stick to hit the northwest corner. He was experienced and would never put himself in the surroundings of the enemy. He wanted to make a gap and then face the enemy head-on. There was no difference between one person and ten people. He discovered a weak point in the northwest corner.

The stick shadow flew over, as fast as a flash of lightning, and was accurate and merciless. He instantly knocked over five or six people. He rushed out of the siege, turned around and beaten up. Several barbarian soldiers who rushed forward were caught off guard and knocked to the ground by him. The barbarian soldiers kept their promises and automatically withdrew from the fighting after being knocked over. After a short time, more than a dozen people were knocked down.

These barbarians are experienced hunters. In their eyes, Wang Ping is a cheetah. They shout loudly and quickly form a new encirclement. They know that only by attacking from all sides can they exert the advantage of large populations.

It’s a pity that they were not cheetahs opposite them, but Han generals with a sharper mind and richer experience. Wang Ping did not give them the opportunity to form an encirclement, and kept breaking through and rushing to the periphery, always maintaining a situation of fighting ten with one or ten.

Even Liu Jing nodded secretly. No wonder Zhao Yun valued Wang Ping so much. This person was indeed smart and very strategic. He was second to the martial arts skills. He was rare to keep his mind clear during the war. This person is very useful.

On the battlefield, Wang Ping became more and more braver as he fought. More and more barbarian soldiers fell under the stick. In the end, there were only more than ten people left. Cheers were cheering on both sides, and cheers were like thunder. Even the barbarian soldiers couldn't help cheering Wang Ping. At this time, Wang Ping let out a long roar and changed his strategy. He no longer broke through, but entered the flock of more than ten barbarian soldiers like a tiger, and broke into the group of more than ten barbarian soldiers. He used one enemy to show his courage, and made the barbarian soldiers scream and wail, and were in a mess.
Chapter completed!