"Therefore, the great disaster of our Tuoba family was actually caused by helping Wei to fight the Han. Even if we are lucky today, nothing will happen, but what about tomorrow and the day after tomorrow?"

"As long as we are enemies of the Han Dynasty, we will not be able to escape this catastrophe one day. Don't you see, where is Xianbei in the west? Where is Kebineng?"

"Even Master Dou Bin, who has no Luhui tribe, has joined the Han! The only ones who can be called "Yu Tuoba" on the Guan grassland."

"The Wei State is not reliable. Not only is it unreliable, it even needs our help. Do we really want to fight the entire Han Dynasty with one force?"

Sensing that there was a slight commotion among the people around him, the black-clothed deacon quickly interrupted the other party's attempts to persuade him to surrender:

"With your clever words, can you erase the fact that you led Han soldiers to destroy our Tuoba clan?"

In this regard, Tuoba Desert Khan only touched upon this:

"Deacon, may I ask your surname? When can you represent the Tuoba clan?"

Anyway, he insisted that after Tuoba Liwei's death, he would be the most legitimate heir to the Tuoba tribe.

Not to mention that behind him, there is an extremely powerful Han army to rely on - even if he is not the heir, the Han will find a way to make himself the heir.

As for the deacon in black, you are an outsider. I'm sorry, but what is your mother's surname?

Who are you to make irresponsible remarks?

"I'll fuck your mother!" The black-clothed deacon couldn't help but cursed loudly, "You're a bastard! You're a bastard of the Tuoba clan. I can't wait to eat your flesh and gnaw on your bones!"

Seeing that the deacon in black was finally broken by the spray, Tuoba Desert Khan knew that this person was nothing to worry about, so he turned to shout to the rest of the Tuoba tribe:

"When I went to the Han Kingdom this time, I got a promise from the Emperor of the Han Dynasty to divide the pastures south of Changchuan and north of Yinshan Mountain. As long as the Tuoba tribes are willing to abandon their horses and surrender, they can all share the pastures."

"There is no need for the various ministries to compete with each other, and they can just graze with peace of mind. The Han Association will set up a special trading market, and each ministry can use sheep, fur, livestock, etc. in exchange for grain, wool, tea, and wine..."

The commotion among the tribes became more and more intense.

food?

Wool?

tea?

Wine?

Every time Tuoba Desert Khan said something, the commotion would become bigger and bigger.

There was no way, Tuoba Liwei formed an alliance with the Wei State and got such good things from the Wei State.

That's really good stuff.

Even the leaders and nobles of the tribe knew for the first time in their lives that there were such good things in this world.

Not to mention food and wool, which are necessities to ensure the survival of the tribe.

And those teas and fine wines are the treats that the nobles of the tribe long for.

Why do everyone want to follow Tuoba, Tuoba Kehan?

Isn’t it just to enable your tribe to survive on the grassland better?

In this era, the ultimate evolutionary direction of any grassland tribe is that of a farming nation.

This is not based on their personal will.

No matter how hard they deny it or how much they say they are steppe eagles, the direction of tribal evolution will not change.

The reason is simple.

Because only farming can accommodate more people.

A hundred acres of land, if not lost in time, can provide a family of five with food and clothing.

But if a hundred acres of grassland can support a herdsman, it is considered to be taken care of by the gods.

After all, after a white disaster, all the livestock might die.

But as long as farming is not subject to continuous natural and man-made disasters and relies on storing and growing grain, we can continue to do so with gritted teeth.

Coupled with the extremely harsh climate of Little Glacier, if it weren't for the various obstacles and dangers on the way south, everyone would have crossed the border in droves and entered the warm south.

At this time, I heard that the Han Dynasty was actually willing to divide pasture for them south of Changchuan River and was also willing to exchange supplies.

Doesn’t this mean that everyone no longer has to suffer from the cold in the northern desert?

Han Guo...would be so kind?

As for the exchange of wool for materials, no one doubts that this is a good thing.

After all, there are legends circulating on the grasslands now about horse thieves robbing cattle and sheep for their wool.

This time, before the black-clothed deacon could speak, someone was already asking impatiently:

"Prince, are you serious about this?"

The black-clothed deacon glared angrily and found that the person who spoke was actually Karasuma King Kuxian.

Tuoba Desert Khan raised the cowhide that he had prepared long ago, pierced it with a knife, and then used a dagger to cut his own face:

"I use cowhide as evidence and a blood oath as guarantee. If I tell lies, I will be trampled to death by thousands of horses!"

After Tuoba Desert Khan finished swearing, everyone's eyes turned to the black-clothed deacon.

The black-clothed deacon gritted his teeth and said nothing, staring at Tuoba Desert Khan with extremely vicious eyes.

"Deacon, we can't defeat you anyway, so why not..."

"I am like your mother!"

The black-clothed deacon did not wait for the man to finish speaking, suddenly drew his sword and stabbed the man to death, then raised the long sword stained with blood and shouted:

"Don't surrender! This traitor is deceiving others with his clever words. If we don't dismount and surrender to the enemy, we still have a glimmer of hope. If we dismount and surrender to the enemy, life and death will be in our hands."

"Don't you hear that there are many self-proclaimed security forces in the Han Dynasty, who are scattered on the grasslands and capture people as slaves. We fell into the hands of the Han people and became slaves and maids, never to see the light of day again."

"Over the past hundreds of years, how have you seen the Han people be so easy to get along with?"

Everyone was hesitant.

At this time, someone stood up and said loudly, "Does the deacon mean that my eldest brother is lying to everyone? I don't believe it!"

Someone dared to contradict the deacon in public, and everyone couldn't help but look at him.

It turns out that at some point, Tuoba Luguan, the youngest son of Tuoba Liwei who had disappeared, got mixed up among the leaders.

When the deacon in black saw Tuoba Luguan, his eyes suddenly widened:

"Guan Tuoba Lu, how dare you show up!"

"I don't know what the deacon is talking about, why can't I show up here?"

Frightened by the power of the black-clothed deacon, Tuoba Luguan took half a step back invisibly, but he still said loudly:

"Now my second brother is far away in Southern Xia, and my third brother is leading the army and is not in the clan. The eldest brother and I are the direct sons of Da Kehan."

"Now that Kehan ​​is dead, does the deacon think that neither of us can inherit the tribe Kehan?"

The black-clothed deacon's eyes turned red: "Of course not!"

"I can't do both of them. It seems that the eldest brother is right. The deacon wants to take over my Tuoba family with a surname other than his own!"

"Reverse species! Reverse species! I'm going to kill you two reverse species!"

The black-clothed deacon finally completely lost his mind after Tuoba brothers were calling each other their noble surnames and foreign surnames.

"Wolf slave, kill them, kill them for me!"

Then Karasuma King Ku Xian stood up again and asked:
Chapter completed!