"Brother, you are the king of the kings of the grassland and desert. Now our tribe is suffering. How can you just huddle in the north of the desert and not rob the Han people of food, women, and wealth?" Yi Zhixie, the new Zuo Guli king, said angrily.

"You also know that I am the king of all the kings, the only master of the desert grassland. You dare to talk to me like this, hum!" Junchen Shanyu threw the wine glass to the ground in anger.

"But our tribe is suffering and there is no plump grassland. Our tribe is starving, and several tribes have begun to starve to death." Yi Zhixie waved his fists angrily. If it weren't for the big Shanyu in front of him, he would have pulled out his sword. Although he was angry, he still retained a trace of reason.

"Get out, get out!" Junchen Shanyu shouted angrily. The guards on both sides came over and dragged Yi Zhixie out.

"The Great Shanyu, the servants see..." Zhong Xingyue walked out to make suggestions without knowing his life and death.

"Get out, just look at it. Without you, will Ben Shanyu stay in this place where birds do not shit? Get out, get out of here quickly. Don't let me see you again!" Junchen Chanyu shouted angrily. He had lost patience to this Han man. Several false information had caused him to lose too much. He finally realized that the Han man was not worthy of trust.

The Bank of China hurriedly retreated, and he was a little anxious just now. But he had not seen the Great Shanyu for more than half a month, and he had fewer and fewer opportunities to communicate with the Great Shanyu. The Bank of China, which is deeply involved in political games, knew what this meant. He would gradually fade out of the decision-making circle of the Huns and then become a clown-like figure.

No. This must not happen. Zhong Xingyue, who was driven out of the tent, thought quickly, and when he saw Yi Zhixie Zhong Xingyue's eyes lit up suddenly when he saw Yi Zhixie.

Yi Zhixie is the younger brother of the military minister Shanyu. He was young and seemed like a fighting rooster. After invading the Han territory last year, he killed King Zuo Guli and replaced him. This is a pure killing machine, and he has a strong concept of the wolf clan. He believed that the Han people wanted to let the Huns ask for it, and the Xiongs moved north was the greatest insult to the wolf clan.

The water plants in the north are far less abundant than those close to the Han territory. In some places, it will snow at the end of October. The fat on the cattle and sheep has not yet been covered, so many cattle and sheep will not survive the cold winter. There will be famine in autumn. If it is early spring, who knows what will happen.

Therefore, Yi Zhixie eagerly hopes to use winter to plunder the Han territory to alleviate the famine on the grassland. Only war can bring countless wealth, slaves, and the most precious food. The Huns did not farm like the Han people, and even planted more than ten acres of land, they could ensure that they would not go hungry.

In Yi Zhixie's view, the Han people were like the land cultivated by the Huns. They could plunder infinitely and plunder infinitely. There were countless cattle, sheep, food, slaves, and wealth. These were all urgently needed by the Huns now, and he did not understand why the Great Shanyu did not enter the Han territory.

"King Zuo Guli. Don't be so unhappy. There is a fine wine made by the Han people in their tent. Why don't you ask the king to come over and drink a drink?"

Zhong Xingyue seemed to smell the rotten jackal and came to Yi Zhixie's side.

"The Han people's fine wine?" Yi Zhixie licked his lips. He liked the domineering spirits of Han people very much. This spirit was like brewing for the Huns. It seemed to enter the human body like fire, making the whole body burn. Unfortunately, the Huns moved north and had a shortage of supplies to the extreme, and even Yi Zhixie had not drunk that spirit for a long time.

"Not only are there good wine from Han people, but also beauty from Han people!" Zhong Xingyue smiled, as if a fox who had just stolen a chicken. The wine and a woman were the biggest temptation for men. Now throw it out together, Zhong Xingyue is not afraid that Yi Zhixie will not take the bait.

"Okay, let's go to your military tent and sit down. Listen to what nonsense you, the Han man, say."

Yi Zhixie was finally moved by Zhong Xingyue, and he decided to sit in Zhong Xingyue's tent. He felt that sometimes the words of this Han people actually made sense. But he didn't understand why this Han people actively encouraged the Huns to invade their nation.

Zhong Xingyue led the way in front, and Yi Zhixie followed Zhong Xingyue to his camp with his guards.

"Come Guo'er, and let Tian Rong buy wine in his tent and entertain the guards of King Zuo Guli." Zhong Xingyue's felt bag was not big, and she really couldn't entertain Yi Zhixie and all his guards. In addition, Zhong Xingyue wanted to say something to Yi Zhixie, but no one could hear these words.

Yi Zhixie's guards looked at Yi Zhixie without his orders. These guards were in a row.

"You go, I believe Lord Zhongxingyue will not be stingy with his fine wine. He will drink some to relieve his fatigue. We will set off to go back to our tribe tomorrow."

Yi Zhixie waved casually and asked the guards to have fun on their own. There are many beautiful women from the Han Dynasty here in Zhongxingyue. These were selected and trained since childhood, but unfortunately they were accidentally knocked out by heaven and earth. These girls had no place to go and could only temporarily arrange to do some chores in Zhongxingyue's tent. Drinking with guests is naturally one of the chores.

Xingyue ignored it and just made a gesture to Tian Rong who was rushing to the arrival. Tian Rong took the guards away knowingly, so it was naturally a treat for good wine and meat.

Zhongxingyue took a photo of the sealing mud and the fragrance of the Yunjia steamed wine suddenly came to his nose. Zhongxingyue usually did not drink wine, but it had been smuggled from the Han area for several years. The strong aroma of the wine immediately attracted Yi Zhixie's wine insects.

Before Zhongxingyue could pour it for him, Yi Zhixie snatched the jar of wine. He took a big sip at the jar, and the domineering Yunjia steamed wine immediately made his face turn red.

"King Zuo Guli is about to return to his tribe. I don't know how difficult it will be this winter." Zhong Xingyue glanced at Yi Zhixie, whose neck was red, and said.

"The Great Shanyu was scared by the Han people and did not dare to invade the Han territory again no matter how I said it. What's the solution? It will snow in my territory in another month. But look, the cattle and sheep in the grass have not put much weight. How can such animals survive the long winter? Humph! Sooner or later..."

In order to rush, Yi Zhixie only ate some jerky meat on the road. At this time, drinking on an empty stomach was inevitable. After saying halfway, he woke up and stopped talking. After all, he was in the Han people's tent. Who knows whether this Han people as cunning as fox would sell themselves.

Zhong Xingyue cut a piece of beef with a knife and handed it to Yi Zhixie. "What King Zuo Guli said is that the Huns are wolf-man and sheep, and this wolf is born to eat sheep. You cannot be afraid of catching sheep just because there are a few sheepdogs next to the sheep pen. If there are such a wolf, the wolf pack will starve to death sooner or later." Zhong Xingyue said while looking at Yi Zhixie, and saw that he was eating beef and did not speak. He felt a little sure of it.

"In fact, winter is easy to deal with. The frozen animals will not be broken for a while. Eating slowly will not lead to hunger. But the difficulty lies in the beginning of spring, and the frozen meat will be eaten up. The animals that survived were afraid to eat. This is the most difficult time, but if you go to plunder the Han territory at that time, the taxes of the Han people will be transferred to the mainland, and all the places are busy with spring plowing.

If we go to the Han territory for a while, we often cannot steal much food. It did not improve much of the situation of the Huns. Even if we stole a lot of slaves, we would have to starve to death without food to support them.

In recent years, we have plundered many slaves in the Han territory, but the population on the grassland is always small. Why? It’s not that most of the slaves will die after a few years. Some tribes take the initiative to sacrifice Han slaves or kill Han slaves in order to save food. Such things happen almost every day.

In the past, we could replenish the situation by looting, but now we have suffered several defeats in a row. The plundering is getting fewer and fewer. Last year, only the subordinates of King Hu Qiang plundered some. Other princes also suffered heavy losses. If this continues, there will be fewer and fewer animals on the grassland. The Huns will become fewer and fewer, and the Han people will become more and more. Sooner or later, the Huns will be destroyed."

"What do you think of? The Great Shanyu refused to raise troops to the Han territory, so what can I do?" Yi Zhixie inserted the dagger deep into his flesh, and his eyes showed a fierce light of unwillingness.

Seeing this scene, Zhong Xingyue felt even more convinced that there would be a harvest today. "King Zuo Guli, what did you say that you drove the sheep into the sheep pen like a wolf?"

Yi Zhixie took a sip of steamed wine and hummed, saying, "Hmph! You don't know this. This is our Huns' mastiff. You have been in the Huns for so long."

"Yes, Prince. Do you think the mastiff is a wolf? Can a mastiff lead the wolf pack to survive in the difficult grassland?" Zhong Xingyue said with a double light.

"Well! You mean..." A glimmer flashed through Yi Zhixie's eyes. As we all know, the biological mother of the Great Shanyu was the princess who was married to the Han Dynasty. Although she was just a fake princess, the woman was a Han man after all.

The meaning of Zhongxingyue is very obvious. The current big Shanyu is a mastiff, and how can a mastiff be qualified to be a group of wolf-headed wolf?

"You are so brave. He is my brother. You are not afraid that I will report you. The Great Chanyu will use you to feed those mastiffs. Many mastiffs grow up eating human flesh, and their favorite food is human."

Yi Zhixie was drinking wine, but his eyes were looking at Zhong Xingyue without blinking.

"Even if the prince goes to report me, I may really be chopped and fed to the dog as the prince said. But what I said just now would have a thorn in the heart of the Great Shanyu, because you are the descendant of the wolf clan. There is a saying in the Han people that prevents problems before they happen, and it means that preventing fire should be prevented before the fire burns.
Chapter completed!