The Huns went south ten times to fight the autumn wind, nine times because the grassland was attacked by the cold snap, freezing to death a large number of cattle, sheep and horses, the Huns lost their winter rations, and had to go south to fight the autumn wind, robbing grain and women, so as long as the Huns were full, they would not easily go south to fight the autumn wind, after all, every time they fought the autumn wind, they had to lose a lot of Huns, so to speak, the food they robbed was equivalent to the Huns in exchange for their lives.

But the days of Xiongnu stability may no longer be there, because just two months ago, the Northern Desert ushered in the strongest cold snap in history, freezing to death seventy percent of cattle, sheep and horses in the Northern Desert, and nearly 50,000 Huns died, and many tribes were directly wiped out by this cold current.

Many Huns believe that the reason why the weather in the Great Northern Desert has been stable in the past ten years is because God is accumulating strength and condensing countless small disasters into big disasters!

Zarchanbu, the king's tent!

In the king's tent, a burly Hun man sat in the first place, the chair was also padded with white wolf skin, the Huns were a little taller than the Kyushu people, the skin was also white, the nose was hooked, and the body exuded an innate evil spirit.

The first Hun Han is the leader of the Zarcan Tribe, Zarcan Hai!

On both sides of the royal tent, there are two rows of leaders, the first row is as powerful as the Chaercan tribe, they are all one of the overlords of the Bailan Prairie, and the leaders of the second row are all subordinate tribes of the major overlords.

"Are you all here?" Zarchan Hai sounded like a jackal, and looked around the king's tent with sharp sword-like eyes.

As soon as the words fell, a tall Xiongnu general with a scimitar at his waist walked out, facing Chaercan Hai with one hand and a fist on his chest and saluted back: "The leader of Yuhai, the leaders of the eighteen kings and the seventy-two tribes have all arrived!" ”

The name of this Xiongnu general is Zarcan Ji, is the younger brother of Zarcan Hai, Zarcan Ji fought bravely, once slaughtered a hundred wolves, killed the wolf king, and was called wolf slaughter by the Huns of the Bailan steppe!

There are a total of ninety-one tribes in the Bailan steppe, of which there are nineteen tribes with the top strength, and these nineteen tribes are called the nineteen royal tribes.

The definition of the royal department is very simple, as long as the clansmen reach 10,000, it is the royal department, and there are also levels in the royal department, which are divided into the emerging royal department and the old royal department, the emerging royal department represents that the tribe has not been the royal department for a long time, and the old royal department represents that the tribe has long been the royal department.

Seeing this, Zarcan Hai stepped aside, the king was silent for a while, and Zarcan Hai said in a loud voice: "Everyone, gather together today, not for anything else, just to solve the problem of satisfying our clansmen!" ”

"This cold snap, our department lost nearly eighty percent of cattle, sheep and horses, the number reached 30,000, and 5,000 tribesmen, the food in the department is only enough for our department in spring, autumn and summer this year, there is no winter food, if we do not solve the problem of rations in our department this year, then our tribesmen will all starve to death this winter!"

After Zarcan Hai finished speaking, Chino Mountain Ming, the leader of the Chino Mountain Tribe, one of the Nineteen Kings Division, got up from his seat and looked at everyone with a blank face: "This is the case with the Zarcan Tribe, and the same is true for my Chino Mountain Division, and I believe that everyone here is like this!" ”

The tribal leaders nodded their heads one after another, signaling that this was the case with their headquarters.

"We only have three ways to go now, first, go north to attack the Guyuan Prairie, second, attack the Ningta Prairie in the east, and third, go south to attack Qin or Jin!" Tsarchan Hai gets straight to the point, without any delay.

"I'll pick three!"

"I'll pick three too!"

"I'll pick three too!"

The tribal leaders did not hesitate to choose the third way!

There are three prairies in the northern desert, the Bailan Prairie, the Guyuan Prairie, and the Ningta Prairie, the Bailan Prairie is located in the south, the Guyuan Prairie is located in the northwest, and the Ningta Prairie is located in the southeast.

If it were a year ago, all the tribes of the Bailan Prairie would not be able to defeat the two grasslands, but after this cold snap, the Bailan Prairie no longer has the ability to go north and east, and can only focus on the Great Qin Empire and the Great Jin Empire in the south!

Charcan Hai glanced around at everyone, and then continued to ask: "Okay, then choose the third way, but the third way is still a choice, do you choose to attack Qin or Jin?" ”

"Naturally, it is to attack Qin, I heard that the Empress Dowager Qin's regent chaos Qin for eight years, the four counties were stolen by Jin, and Jin sent 500,000 troops to attack Qin, although Jin was defeated, but Qin also lost a lot, this is the time when Qin is most tired, if my warrior army goes south, I will be able to achieve rich results!"

"That's right, I also think it's better to attack Qin, this cold snap not only caused us to lose a lot of rations, but also lost a lot of people, we need women, we need women to give birth to more warriors for us!"

"I agree to attack Qin!"

"Attack Qin! Attack Qin! ”

All the leaders said that they wanted to attack Qin and picked soft persimmons to pinch.

"You're wrong, you're wrong!"

At this time, an abrupt voice sounded in the crowd, and everyone subconsciously turned their heads to look, only to see Lin Lin Zhang, the leader of the Lin Lin tribe, one of the nineteen kings, slowly stood up from his seat, the Lin Lin tribe is the old tribe of the Bailan tribe, and its strength is only a little weaker than the Chaercan department, if there is a ranking, then the Lin Lin tribe is the second strongest royal department.

Lin Lin Zhang was older, sixty years old, his back was seriously hunched, and his face was also covered with wrinkles, he looked like an eighty or ninety-year-old man, but no one in the audience dared to underestimate him, and even many tribal leaders flashed a trace of meaning in their eyes when they looked at him.

Lin Lin Zhang has a nickname, he is a poisonous wolf, known for his insidious cunning in the Bailan Prairie!

Many tribal leaders present were cheated by him, and they had to count the money for him if they were trapped.

"Old Leader Zhang, why can't you attack Qin?" Zarcan Hai's face was gentle, and he asked very politely.

Lin Lin Zhang was on crutches, looking at Zarcan Hai with narrow eyes, and said in an old and hoarse voice: "Jin attacked Qin, defeated, the 500,000 army was almost wiped out, the four counties were returned to Qin, Jin was hit hard, and the two empires of Later Yan and Zhao attacked Jin, Jin lost 100,000, cut two counties, and Jin hit hard again!" ”

"After two defeats in a row, Jin has no young and strong, the country's soldiers are probably less than 50,000, and Jin has no soldiers and horses, but there is money and food, and although Qin has been in chaos for many years, Qin has recovered, with an army of about 400,000 under his command, Qin has soldiers and horses, but no money and food!"

"Which of the two is suitable for us, I believe you already know in your hearts!"

A word woke up the dreamer, causing many of the leaders present to suddenly open their mouths.

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