Guo Rong was still a little dissatisfied and worried: "There are more and more heroes in the four barbarians... It's not a good thing!"

Ten years ago, the Wuheng troops in the south of the Monan might not be able to gather 200 cavalrymen that meet the standards of the Yingyang Brigade.

But ten years later, as the tribes of Wuheng gradually changed from nomadic to settlement, their living standards and nutrition began to keep up.

The image of Hu people who were so thick and short in the past was gradually gone forever.

Among the new generations of Wuheng tribes, there are many people who are seven feet, three inches or even higher.

The education rate and discipline of these people are also increasing.

The nobles of all tribes have experience studying in Chang'an, even though many people cannot actually enter the Taixue and Wuyuan, with the help of money, some private institutions and Taixue professors have unimpeded schooling.

Therefore, the younger generation of many tribes is not much different from the children of Chang'an.

As they grew up, they began to enter the Han army and gradually formed a competitive relationship with the Han generals in Longyou, Guanzhong, Daibei and Hexi.

Guo Rong had no doubt that as time went by, more than ten years later, the Wuheng tribes on the southern desert grassland would have the possibility of forming a new general group within the Han Empire.

The Wuheng tribes in the south of the Moon have only a few hundred thousand entourages, and they already have the potential to threaten the status of the Han generals.

If the ideals of Gong Yu and his group were realized, tens of millions of barbarians and Hu people in the world would become members of Zhu Xia.

So what should I do?

Thinking of this in my heart, Guo Rong's disgust towards Gong Yu could not help but feel a little more.

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Chapter completed!