Standing outside the old camp of Huyan tribe, Niu Ben, Helanjie and others were all shocked. Before that, they had imagined the predicament of Huyan tribe, but obviously the facts still exceeded their imagination. The dilapidated old camp and the ragged tribes in front of them all showed that Huyan tribe had reached the time for life and death.

The Huyan tribe was the only force on this land that had not surrendered to Wang Jian, but they also paid a huge price for it. They came to this land several years earlier than Wang Jian. Unfortunately, their leaders did not have the strategic awareness and talent of Wang Jian. After coming to this land, they still retained their usual style, focusing on grazing. The mobile grazing caused them to constantly conflict with local forces. When the relationship was not met, the regular looting made them become public enemies on this land. During the repeated conflicts, their living power was constantly weakened, and in the end they could only barely occupy their feet on this land.

But at will, Wang Jian came.

The Qin army led by Wang Jian began to sweep away the rulers on this land with a tough attitude. Compared with the Huyan tribe, their strategies were greater and their tactics were more flexible. It took only three years to sweep or recover all the forces on this land. Huyan tribe was an exception.

The Huns were destroyed by the Qin people, and Huyan tribe could not forget this. They attributed their current difficulties to the Qin people's inseparable from them. In the Huyan tribe's view, the arrival of Wang Jian's tribe was a pursuit of the last remaining forces of the Huns. They were on this land with a distant ear and ear and had no idea about the current changes in the Central Plains. If they knew that Wang Jian was also a fugitive who was chased, they would not know what they would think.

The more than one hundred Huyan tribe soldiers they met were considered the most neatly dressed among them. Helanjie sighed silently, and the current situation of Huyan tribe in front of him made him involuntarily remember the days when Helanxiong took them to flee on the grassland more than ten years ago.

A woman was standing at the gate of the old camp with a bundle of dead grass with still icy scraps on her back, looking at the group of brightly dressed outsiders. In such snowy weather, God knew how far she had walked before she could take out the grass from the snow. Her clothes were torn and some places could not even cover her shame. A little boy with a snot was tightly held on the corner of the woman's clothes, and the little boy was wrapped in a black felt. He tied a rope around his waist and barely wrapped the felt on his body. What made Helanjie feel sad was that the little boy was actually carrying a handful of grass on his back.

Such a young child, who is a big man, should be sitting in a warm classroom, listening to the teaching husbands’ lectures, holding textbooks, reciting, or snuggling in the arms of his parents after school, rolling in and acting cute, or wearing thick cotton coats, wearing tight hats, waving a shovel and happily piled snowmen outside the house.

He took a deep breath, strode over, took off his cloak. He squatted down, reached out to pull off the grass from the child, and wrapped the thick cloak tightly.

The child was a little nervous. He kept twisting his body, widening his eyes, and looking up at his mother.

When the woman saw Helanxiong coming, she couldn't help but feel nervous. When she saw Helanxiong's movements, her eyes suddenly turned red. She threw away the forage on her back. She knelt in the snow with a loud blush, "Thank you, thank you, thank you."

Helanjie pulled the woman up, "Where is the child's father?"

"Die, I died in war in spring." The woman cried in a low voice.

Helanxiong knew that in the Hun tribe, if the man in his family died, it would be like the sky collapsed. He stood up and patted the little boy's head behind him, "Stand for a few more days, everything will be fine."

There was a chaotic wave in the old camp. A strong man wrapped in fur strode out with a group of warriors. He was Hu Yanzhuo, the current patriarch of the Hu Yan tribe.

"Helan tribe?" Hu Yan looked at Helanjie with bright eyes. When the Qin people defeated the Huns, the Xiongnu royal court was also chased and killed on the grassland. The senior old patriarch of Hu Yan tribe felt that the situation was hopeless. Staying in the grassland would definitely be killed by the Qin people. So he took Hu Yan tribe across the desert and arrived at this place. However, in a few days of comfort, he became the public enemy of the people of this land. With the arrival of Wang Jian, they were getting worse day by day. Now they have stood on the edge of the cliff and on the verge of extermination.

After crossing the desert, they originally had more than a thousand soldiers and thousands of tribes, but over the past ten years, not only did they not get rest and recuperate, but now they have shrunk to only more than 300 soldiers and less than 2,000 tribes. If Wang Jian had not encountered the big problem of black food this year and had no intention of entangling them, I was afraid they would not have persisted at all.

But even so, they couldn't stand this winter anymore. These more than a hundred cavalry were originally sent out by Hu Yanzhuo to see if they could rob anything. But now, as Wang Jian stabilized on this land, the farms and cities formed a linkage defense, and even if it was robbed, it was rare to succeed.

In order to survive, Hu Yanzhuo could hardly sleep at night. Even as the patriarch, his family was almost exhausted. Today, he received a reward from the cavalry sent out and said that more than a dozen Huns came, claiming to be from the Helan tribe. This surprised him very much. When will the Huns be able to move freely on the territory of the Qin people, and they are still accompanied by Wang Jian's people? What is the reason?

He knew about the Helan tribe. When he left the prairie, the Helan tribe was just a small and insignificant tribe, and there were only a few people.

"Helanjie, Helanjie, have met the patriarch!" He Banjie stroked his right hand and half bent down.

Hu Yanzhuo returned the favor with the same etiquette. He stood up and asked, "Brother Helan, why did you appear here? How did you get here?"

Helanjie turned halfway and let the bull run behind him, "Captain Huyan, let me introduce to you. This is General Niu Benniu, the special envoy of the Han Kingdom. This time we are the guard General Niu who came to negotiate with General Wang Jian. He heard that Huyan tribe is here, so we came to visit."

"The Kingdom of Han?" Hu Yanzhuo's eyes showed a puzzled look. When they came out, Gao Yuan was just a small Fufeng County Captain. How could there have been any Kingdom of Han?

"Yes, the Great Han Kingdom, the most powerful country in the Central Plains, the Huyan clan leader, this matter has a long story, so let's talk about it!" Niu Ben said with a smile.

"Isn't the Qin State the most powerful in the Central Plains?" Hu Yanzhuo was a little disbelieved.

"The Qin people have been beaten to death by us, and their destruction is about to die!" Niu Ben smiled and raised his head proudly.

Regardless of whether it is true or not, this is a piece of news that made Hu Yanzhuo very happy. Some glory suddenly appeared on his face, "Please, please, go to my big tent to talk."

In Hu Yanzhuo's big tent or in this old camp, there were only tents supplied by charcoal. The treacherous tents that came along the way were mostly burned with feces from livestock. The smell was already stranger and had long been forgotten to the deepest part of my memory. But today, the scars in these memories were once again hooked up. Seeing the numb and hungry faces in those tents, not only Helanjie, but also Niu Ben, he felt a little nervous.

Among this tribe, most of them are old, weak, women and children, and there are very few young and strong men. Most of them fall forever in repeated battles.

Niu Ben stepped into Hu Yanzhuo's tent and coughed and scrubbed by some too thick coal smoke. He noticed that the magnificent leader of the clan was actually damaged, which also reflected the current embarrassment of Hu Yan's tribe from one side.

The group sat around the fire, and Yu Jiang was naturally not qualified to enter. He and his soldiers were placed in several rotten tents. There were naturally no fires burning with feces. Outside, rows of warriors from Huyan tribe hugged them tightly.

"Come on, drink some horse milk wine to warm up your body." Hu Yanzhuo greeted everyone enthusiastically. No matter what, Helanjie was the person from other tribes of the Huns that he had seen again in many years.

"Captain Huyan, your life is really not good!" After taking a sip of horse milk wine, Niu Ben sighed.

Hu Yanzhuo's expression suddenly dimmed, "Yes, if we can survive this winter, the livestock will give birth to many little kids tomorrow in spring, and we can find more food, and life may be better."

"Have you ever considered leaving here?" Niu Ben asked.

"Leave? Where can we go? This place is now the Qin people's world, only Almaty is ours, or even this last place of rest is almost impossible to save. We have no place to go, so we can only spend one day." Hu Yanzhuo said.

"Follow us and go back to the big man." Helanjie put down the horse milk wine in his hand. "Where are you, you will be properly placed, you will be divided into pastures, there will be brand new tents, and more livestock. Your life will be better day by day. In the big man, there will be no war, let alone hunger."

"Big Man!" Hu Yanzhuo murmured.

"Yes, the leader of the Huyan clan, the Huyan clans who did not leave back then, are now living in the Han Dynasty. They are living well. The leader of our Helan tribe, Helanxiong, is now the commander of the Third Military Region of the Han Dynasty, commanding hundreds of thousands of people. The commander's sister Helanyan is the princess of the Han Dynasty, and is my Helanjie. She is now a lieutenant general in the Han Dynasty. She is in charge of thousands of cavalry. In the Han Dynasty, the Huns can be officials and do business. Those who are still willing to grazing will be distributed to their pastures. Children can study and they live well." Helanjie said in a breath.

Listening to Helanjie's words, Hu Yanzhuo's eyes widened, as if he was a little stupid. (To be continued...)
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