It is already late autumn, and it is a good time for brothers with fat and strong horses to fight. Ben has begun to prepare for war and summon warriors who are preparing to attack south, preparing to go south again and fight with his elder brother again.

At the same time, the tribes in the south and north of the desert were arranged to gather cattle, sheep and horses as usual, and prepare to follow their army south to spend the winter.

An old man greeted from afar and was sorting out his horse's capital: "My king, I heard that the water plants in the south this year are more abundant, and they are enough to make the flock lose. This time, all of our tribes, a million people, plus tens of millions of cattle and sheep, will live a stable winter, and at the same time, we can also make some efforts to eliminate the rebellion. When the chaos is quelled, we will live a good life."

After tightening the reins of the horse, Benzhe replied with great joy: "Who said it was not? The people I sent to touch the situation and the news reported was simply gratifying. The grass in the south was high, which made the flock of sheep lost. You said it was small. People walked inside alone and disappeared in a blink of an eye. There were millions of cattle and sheep there, and they would definitely catch a fatty autumn. By then, we would have food all winter."

"This is Changshengtian's favor to the king. It's right for us to follow the king." Then he said fiercely: "The guy in the south insisted that we learn from the people of the Central Plains. This is simply unlucky. Look at what those people of the Central Plains did to us? Let us take the hand of the whip to pick up wasteland, where can we? At the same time, we cultivate and plant crops, making our ancestors' grasslands as ugly as one of the savage heads. What's the result?" The old man stomped his feet in pain. "It's not enough soil with a thick slap, and can only grow grass. How can we grow crops? The grasslands that can feed 10 sheep, and the crops that are planted are not enough for a bucket of wheat, and we can't even pay for seeds. How can we trust those people of the Central Plains?"

I all like to hear such complaints the most, which is also the fundamental reason why he can respond to the group with a shout.

In fact, although he was indignant that he had not inherited the throne, when his father left, out of spoiling and guilt for himself, he still enfeoffed the grasslands in the northern desert to himself, and he had no real resentment. From this point of view, some of the rebellious tribes who followed him now misunderstood him.

In fact, the fundamental reason is that my elder brother is increasingly learning from the Central Plains, and the many government orders he has implemented are simply out of place.

Especially the Han officials who were introduced in the first few years, they were arrogant and despised themselves, which caused dissatisfaction among the tribe. And even more, they believed that the Central Plains were advanced and their own things were barbaric. They wanted to replace their barbaric things with advanced things, but the others were easy to say, but this was the one who issued the order to cause trouble to the grassland people.

Originally, it was difficult to grow grass with barren soil, but they insisted that everyone open up land and plant crops. As a result, one piece of grassland after another was reclaimed and farmed. By autumn, the grain was not harvested, and the cultivated fields completely turned into a desert. In the spring of the second year, even the grass was not growing.

Everyone felt distressed. Seeing that one pasture after another was ruined like this, why didn’t they become hostile to the Han people?

This is why Bendu can respond to the crowd.

Listening to the old man's complaint, Ben couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "Brother, in fact, I am not trying to seize your throne, but for the sake of the entire future of our Linhu people, I have to stop you from implementing this policy and have to drive you down on the throne."

With this thought, Bendu suddenly thought of a song from the Han people inexplicably in his heart: "Those who know me say I am worried, and those who don't know me say I have what I want, and the sky is everywhere, who is my soulmate."

Just as he was feeling aggrieved, King Zuo Xian came over and reported loudly to Bendu: "My King Zuo Xian is ready, and I am waiting for the order of the Great Shanyu to go to the expedition."

There is no change, it is wrong. In fact, there has been a subtle change, and that is the army.

He accepted the reform methods of the Zhou people, and in order to win people's hearts, he was widely appointed as kings to the leaders of his tribe who supported him.

Whether it is the Central Plains or the Grassland, isn’t it the king the biggest? Then I will make you king. So, the subordinates of Bendu have the left and right wise kings, the left and right Guli kings, the left and right small kings, etc.

But you are kings, of course I am bigger than the king, and it also proves that I am more noble than the kings of the Central Plains. I am the Great Shanyu, the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the Xia Dynasty, which is the name of the King of the Huns who rose in the north.

Is the water rising? I am bringing a group of the most noble kings in the Central Plains, so cool.

Not only did King Zuo Xian have a powerful tribe, but he also had an extremely respectful status in the current Shanyu Court. His status was equivalent to that of the Shangqing of the Central Plains Zhou or the help of the princes. Well, he was the same level as Zhao Xing, who was the one who was responsible for the disaster of Lin Hu and deserved to die.

"My Zuo Xianwang, you have been running for a summer. How many of our total troops will be?" Lin Hu asked his subordinates with a smile.

King Zuo Xian reported proudly: "A total of 200,000 troops can be sent, and no less than 500,000 herdsmen following the south. This time, we will definitely be able to completely annihilate the pseudo king."

When he heard King Zuo Xian called King Lin Hu as the fake king, he couldn't help but frown. He didn't frown for such a title, but because he didn't know when, like the people of the Central Plains, his tribe added a fake word in front of the original king to call his enemy, just like the people in the Central Plains.

Not only does this sound uncomfortable, but most importantly, Ben has to worry about the integration of the Central Plains people. Unconsciously, their habits and styles have been subtly engraved into the bones of every pure grassland people.

But in fact, he didn't notice that he had already subtly learned from the Central Plains people? This is the fundamental reason why the Zhou people, the Qin people, and the Han people were able to survive hardships for five thousand years.
Chapter completed!