"What a fucking waste..." Mo Huba cursed in a low voice, then shouted, "Don't delay, be careful that Cao's troops will catch up with you behind us! We must get rid of their pursuit as soon as possible, otherwise we will be dead!"

The decline of the grassland and desert has become a cold reality that seems to be in front of you. The dreams that had wanted to make a fortune by taking advantage of the reputation or resurrection have now been broken all over the ground and can't be found.

In the thousands of years of history of China, wars and peace between the nomadic tribes on the grassland and the farming dynasties in the Central Plains have been repeated throughout the whole process. In a long period of time, nomadic tribes were able to go south to the Central Plains and gain rule. Most of the time, they were driven away by the farming people and became a foil.

If it weren't for the Western invasion, China would have had another struggle between farming and nomadic struggle in the late Qing Dynasty. The old witch guards strictly guarding the so-called slaves, which is actually not a complete mistake.

The barbarians have no fortune for a hundred years. Is it really because they lack national fortune?

The most fundamental reason is that an effective cultural heritage system cannot be formed in the grassland and desert.

The lifestyle of nomadic tribes on the grassland determines that they have always had a completely different governance logic from the Central Plains. The nomadic migration characteristics have led to the inability to establish a stable bureaucratic system and central fiscal system on the grassland.

Because both the bureaucratic system and the central fiscal system need to have stable tax revenue as the basis, the basic logic of a dynasty's taxation is that the cost of taxation cannot exceed the benefits of taxation, otherwise, taxation is not a cost-effective thing, and this can only be achieved when the population is settled and the household registration is all in the state.

For the nomadic peoples in the grassland and desert, living by pursuing water and grass is their lifestyle, and it is too easy to evade taxes...

The consequence of not having stable tax revenue is that the grassland regime cannot carry out large-scale unified governance.

We can only adopt a loose tribal system to control the system. If it can be stabilized, the nomadic peoples in the grassland and desert may not develop into the Western city-state system. Unfortunately, due to uncertain weather factors in the grassland and desert, even the most basic "stability" cannot be achieved.

In fact, from a certain perspective, the country of grassland and desert exists based on the farming peoples in the Central Plains. Although these nomadic peoples in the grassland and desert are very reluctant to admit this.

Because of the continuous migration of nomadic tribes, the amount of daily necessities they can produce is extremely limited. Once the population expands, the nomadic peoples need a large number of daily necessities, which need to be exchanged with the farming peoples in the Central Plains before they can be obtained.

There may be two forms of exchange, namely war plunder and trade trading.

No matter which form it is, it will change because of the power balance between the two sides. Especially when the Central Plains farming nation was strong, the damage suffered in the early years would be affected by various restrictions, various bans on sale and other means. Therefore, the small tribes on the grassland had to unite and negotiate trade with the Central Plains dynasty to fight for reasonable prices and exchange rules. Therefore, the small tribes united to become a large tribe alliance. When the leader of the powerful tribe alliance appeared, a nomadic kingdom would appear.

The first one to appear was the Huns.

Moreover, the power of the tribe cannot be effectively inherited. When the previous generation of strong men grows old, the next generation will definitely experience uncontrollable chaos and struggles. Even the huge Yuan Dynasty empire can only go to destruction.

This is true for Suli and Mohuba.

Although they have the will, they cannot resist the general trend of demise.

Because interests come together, they will naturally betray and separate because of interests.

After Mo Huba escaped with his men, he lost the effective rear-end organization, and the battlefield quickly turned into a bloody massacre.

Cao Chun brought his troops, one by one like a wolf or a tiger, and the swords and spears in his hands were devouring the enemy's lives.

In the case of killing madness, even if the Wuhuan people or the Xianbei people want to surrender, no one will show mercy.

In the end, Suli was caught up by Cao Chun.

Su Li is old and just as he fights Cao Chun, he realizes something is wrong.

Su Li originally thought that Cao Chun had been chasing him for so long, and his physical strength would be consumed a lot. If he could take the opportunity to fight back, then the entire declining situation might still have a glimmer of hope, but he didn't expect that he would also consume a lot on the way to escape, and his age did not have any advantage compared to Cao Chun.

Even if Cao Chun consumes more, Cao Chun is younger and recovers faster.

After fighting each other for a few times, Su Li's arms numb and quickly tried to urge the horse to stay away from Cao Chun and adjust his strength. However, he found that Cao Chun was not thrown away at all, but followed him like a ghost!

Suli was shocked, and then suddenly saw that the sword in Cao Chun's hand was replaced by a spear. There was also dark brown blood stains left by someone on the tip of the spear...

The spear ejected, pierced under Suli's left rib, and instantly protruded from the other side!

The huge pain accompanied by blood splattered out of Suli's mouth like a heart-wrenching and splattering.

Suli is dead.

The Wuhuan people around them couldn't help but roar, like wild dogs that were scared to pee.

...

...

Outside Gubeikou, Zhao Yun immediately speared.

"Protector, I found that Cao's army appeared!"

The scouts circling ahead report.

Zhao Yun looked at the bloody battlefield in the distance.

The corpses were everywhere, destroying the originally flawless snow.

There was an unpleasant smell of fishy smell in the air, and broken flags and weapons were discarded everywhere.

The broken flags were floating, as if they were wailing in the cold wind.

"If Cao's army leaves the valley, kill it." Zhao Yun said calmly, as if he was talking about the great way of truth between heaven and earth. "If he stops at the entrance of the road, he will be spared from death."

"Which!" The subordinates went to pass the order.

"Protector..." Zhao Yun's personal guard whispered, "Is it appropriate to let Cao's army go like this..."

Zhao Yun nodded slightly and said, "Pang Lingjun has something to say, if Cao's army is willing to attack, let them go."

When he heard that Pang Tong had something to say first, Zhao Yun's personal guard immediately shut up.

Zhao Yun raised his head and looked into the distance. He seemed to be able to see Cao Chun's figure at the other end of the snow. "After all, he was considered to be a Han Chinese, expelling Hu Rong... It's just a pity..."

...

...

Cao Chun's body, blood and minced meat, and ice residue were stained on his armor, making him look more like an evil ghost from the area.

But when he heard the Cavalry Army appear outside the valley entrance, he was stunned and he had been relieved for a while.

『No...no attack?』

Cao Chun couldn't understand.

Isn't this the best opportunity?

The Cao army was exhausted and was at the end of the power...

If he was standing in Zhao Yun's position now, he would definitely lead the army to attack and kill a river of blood...

Cao Chun suddenly understood something and slowly turned around and looked around.

The soldiers of Cao's army and the people of Youzhou.

Gasp, tired face.

Cao Chun sighed a long sigh. Although in some ways, this counterattack could be said to be a big victory, but in fact...

There was still some joy of victory, but now it has disappeared.

turn out to be……

in this way.

『Get out the troops…』 Cao Chun lowered his head and said hoarsely, 『We... return to the army…』

His body was hunched over, as if he was crushed by frost.

Heavy snow fell.
Chapter completed!