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Text Chapter 1307: Carrying on the Past and Forging into the Future (197) A Family in Distress

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    Standing outside the Huyan tribe's old camp, Niu Ben, He Lanjie and others were stunned. They had imagined the Huyan tribe's plight beforehand, but obviously the reality still exceeded their imagination. The shabby old camp in front of them,  The ragged clothes of the tribesmen and the numb eyes all showed that the Huyan tribe was now at a critical stage.

    The Huyan tribe is the only force in this land that has not surrendered to Wang Jian, but they have also paid a huge price for this. They came to this land several years earlier than Wang Jian, but unfortunately, they  The leaders did not have the strategic awareness and talent of Wang Jian. After coming to this land, they still retained their usual style of grazing. The mobile grazing caused them to have constant conflicts with the local forces. During the lean period,  Frequent plundering made them the public enemies of this land. In the conflicts again and again, their effective strength was continuously weakened, and in the end they could only barely occupy a foothold on this land.

    But then, Wang Jian came.

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

    The Xiongnu perished at the hands of the Qin people. The Huyan tribe could not forget this. They attributed their current predicament to the Qin people's inability to pursue them. In the Huyan tribe's view, the arrival of Wang Jian's troops was a sign of their failure.  The last remnants of the Xiongnu were being hunted by the Xiongnu. They were on this land, their eyes and ears were blocked, and they knew nothing about the current changes in the Central Plains. If they knew that Wang Jian was also a hunted refugee, I don¡¯t know what they would think.  .

    The more than a hundred Huyan warriors they met earlier were the most neatly dressed among them.  He Lanjie sighed silently, looking at the current situation of Huyan tribe in front of him.  He couldn't help but think of the days when He Lanxiong led them on the grassland to escape more than ten years ago.

    A woman was carrying a bundle of withered grass with ice shavings still remaining on her back. She stood blankly at the gate of the old camp, looking at this group of well-dressed outsiders. In such ice and snow weather, God knows how far she walked to get out of the snow.  After digging out these materials, the clothes on her body were in tatters, and some parts could not even cover her shame. A little boy with a runny nose tightly held the corner of the woman's clothes. The little boy was wrapped in a black felt.  He tied a straw rope around his waist and barely wrapped the felt around his body. What made He Lanjie sad was that the little boy was actually carrying a handful of straw on his back.

    A child of this age, in Dahan, should be sitting in a warm classroom right now, listening to the teaching husbands and holding textbooks.  Reading loudly, or after school, nestling in the arms of parents and rolling around like a baby, or wearing thick cotton clothes.  Wearing a tight hat, he was happily building a snowman outside the house while waving a small shovel.

    He took a deep breath, strode over, and took off his cloak.  He knelt down, reached out and pulled off the straw from the child, and wrapped the child tightly in the thick cloak.

    The child is a little nervous.  He kept twisting his body, staring up at his mother with his eyes wide open.

    When the woman saw He Lanxiong approaching, she couldn't help but feel a little nervous. When she saw He Lanxiong's actions, her eyes suddenly turned red. She threw away the fodder on her back and knelt down in the snow with a porridge, "Thank you, noble man. Thank you, noble man."  "

    He Lanjie pulled the woman up and asked, "Where is the child's father?"

    "He's dead. He died in the war during spring." The woman sobbed softly.

    He Lanxiong knew that in the Xiongnu tribe, if a man in the family died, it would be equivalent to the collapse of the sky.  He stood up and patted the little boy on the head behind him, "Just hold on for a few more days and everything will be fine."

    Within the old camp, there was a commotion, and a strong man wrapped in furs strode out with a group of warriors. He was Hu Yanzhuo, the current patriarch of the Huyan tribe.

    "Helan tribe?" Hu Yanzhuo looked at He Lanjie with bright eyes. Back then, the Qin people defeated the Xiongnu, and then the Huns' royal court was also hunted down on the grassland. The old patriarch of the Huyan tribe felt that the situation was over, and he would definitely have to stay in the grassland.  After being driven to death by the Qin people, they led the Huyan tribe across the desert and arrived at this place. However, within a few days of comfortable life, they became the public enemies of the people in this land. With the arrival of Wang Jian, they became even more  The situation is getting worse day by day, and now we are standing on the edge of the cliff, on the verge of annihilation.

    After crossing the desert, they originally had more than a thousand warriors and thousands of tribesmen. However, after more than ten years, not only have they not been able to recuperate, they have shrunk to only more than 300 warriors and less than 2,000 tribesmen.  If Wang Jian hadn't suddenly encountered the big problem of eating in black this year and had no intention of entangled with them, I'm afraid they wouldn't have been able to hold on until this point.

    But even so, thisThey couldn't stand it any longer. These more than a hundred cavalrymen were originally sent out by Hu Yanzhuo to see if they could rob something. But now with Wang Jian's stability on this land, one by one.  Farms and cities formed a linked defense, making it difficult to succeed even in robbery.

    In order to survive, Hu Yanzhuo almost couldn't sleep at night. Even though he was the leader of the clan, he was about to run out of money.  Today, he received a report from the cavalry sent out, saying that more than a dozen Huns had arrived, claiming to be from the Helan tribe. This made him very surprised. When had the Huns been able to move freely on Qin's territory?  What's the point of being accompanied by Wang Jian's people?

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

    "He Lanjie of the Helan tribe, I have met the clan leader!" He Banjie touched his heart with his right hand and half-bent down.

    Hu Yanzhuo returned the favor with the same courtesy.  He straightened up and asked: "Brother Helan, why are you here? How did you get here?"

    He Lanjie turned half of his body and let Niu Benniu come from behind him, "Chief Huyan, let me introduce to you. This is General Niu Benniu, the special envoy of the Han Kingdom. This time we are the guards of Niu Benniu who came to meet Wang Shen.  General Wang, the negotiator, heard that the Huyan tribe was here, so he came to visit."

    "The Kingdom of Han?" Hu Yanzhuo had a puzzled look in his eyes. When they came out, Gao Yuan was just a small Fufeng County captain. There had never been a Kingdom of Han.

    "Yes, the Han Kingdom, now the most powerful country in the Central Plains, Huyan Clan Chief, this matter is a long story, let's talk about it inside!" Niu Ben said with a smile.

    "Isn't the most powerful country in the Central Plains Qin?" Hu Yanzhuo didn't believe it.

    "The people of Qin have been beaten to death by us and are about to be destroyed!" Niu Ben laughed and raised his head proudly.

    Regardless of whether it is true or not, this is news that makes Hu Yanzhuo very happy. His face suddenly showed some light, "Please, please, go to my big tent to talk."

    Hu Yanzhuo's big tent, or the only tent in this old camp that still has a supply of charcoal fire, most of the tattered and patched tents that came along the way were burned by animals.  Feces and that smell were already very unfamiliar to He Lanjie. They had long been forgotten to the deepest part of his memory, but today, the scars in these memories were brought up again.  Seeing the numb and hungry faces in those tents, not only He Lanjie but also Niu Ben felt a little trembling.

    In this tribe, there are mostly old and weak women and children, and there are very few young and strong men. Most of them fell forever in battles.

    When Niu Ben stepped into Hu Yanzhuo's tent, he was choked by the overly thick coal smoke and coughed. He noticed that the carpet in the tent of the dignified head of the clan was actually damaged. This also happened from one side.  It reflects the current embarrassment of Huyan tribe.

    A group of people sat around the fire. Yu Jiang was naturally not qualified to enter. He and his soldiers were placed in several bad tents. Naturally, there was not even a fire burning excrement inside. Outside, there was  Rows of Huyan warriors hugged them tightly.

    "Come, let's drink some kumiss first to warm up." Hu Yanzhuo greeted everyone enthusiastically inside the tent. In any case, He Lanjie was the first member of other Xiongnu tribes he had seen in these many years.  people.

    "Clan Chief Huyan, your life is really not that good!" Niu Ben sighed after taking a sip of kumiss.

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

    "Hasn't Patriarch Huyan considered leaving here?"  Niu Ben asked.

    "Leave? Where can we go? This place is now owned by the Qin people. Only Almaty is still ours. Or even this last resting place is about to be lost. We have no place to go, so we can only  Just take it one day at a time," Hu Yanzhuo said.

    "Come with us and go back to Dahan." He Lanjie put down the kumiss in his hand, "Where you will be properly accommodated, you will be allocated pasture, there will be brand new tents, and more livestock. You.  Life will get better day by day. In Dahan, there will be no war, let alone hunger."

    "Big man!" Hu Yanzhuo murmured.

    "Yes, Dahan, Huyan Clan Chief, the Xiongnu survivors who did not leave are now living in Dahan, and they are living a very good life. Helanxiong, the leader of our Helan Tribe, is now the commander of the Dahan Third Military Region, commanding dozens of  Thousands of people, the commander¡¯s sister He Lanyan is the princess of the Han Dynasty.??I, He Lanjie, am now also a lieutenant general in the Han Kingdom, with thousands of cavalry under my command. The Huns in the Han Dynasty can serve as officials and do business, and those who are still willing to graze will be given pasture.  Children can read and live well.  He Lanjie said in one breath.

    Listening to He Lanjie¡¯s words, Hu Yanzhuo¡¯s eyes widened and he seemed a little stupid.  (To be continued)

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