The Grolo people were finally gone in humiliation.

If they don't leave, they'll die!

Yang Feng's army of 1,000 heavy cavalry and 30,000 servants swept eastward along the River like locusts, destroying all the Grolu tribes in their path.

Burn, kill, loot, do all kinds of evil!

The Grolus, who could not be defeated and did not dare to fight, began to migrate eastward with grief and indignation, leaving the foot of the golden mountains with abundant water and grass, to the east of the arid and barren Brento Sea, and even farther to the Oudjian Mountains, to bend the knees to the Uighurs. In fact, in a sense, the power of the Grolu side is finished, and the Brento Sea, which is east of Lake Ulungu, that is, north of the Junggar Basin, cannot support them, and the vast majority of them are the Gobi Desert, completely different worlds from the foot of the warm and humid Jinshan Mountain, which is dense with vegetation. Their only choice was to go to the area of the Udejian Mountains, but the Uighurs could not allow them to nomadize in their own territory without submission, and the Don Viga had to submit to the Uighur Khan Guli Peiluo, and henceforth become vassals of the Uighurs, in exchange for the right to survive.

Of course, this has nothing to do with Yang Feng.

In the end, the tens of thousands of Grolu people he and his subordinates have killed over the years can already comfort the Tang army killed in the Battle of Talas, and the Grolu Department was originally about 100,000 people, and now there are probably less than half of them. The others either died under the sabers of the Tang army and the servants, or were caught to become slaves, including of course the female slaves, who were happily farming and weaving for the Tang soldiers and giving birth to children, and by this time many had already given birth to two. Unlike the male slaves who were whipped to knock stones in the iron mines, these women were extremely loyal to Yang Feng, and in fact, they were responsible for a lot of the work of whipping those male slaves......

Anyway, their whips are even harder.

And Yang Feng's sweep this time was actually to force Glolu away, force them to three thousand miles away, and then he could rest assured and boldly concentrate his forces to attack south, without worrying about someone stabbing him in the back.

As for the land......

"Give you a pastoral area!"

Yang Feng patted the map and said to his brothers.

"I don't care what department you belonged to before, whether it is the black surname Tuqishi or the yellow surname Tuqishi, or Tiele or Turkic, from now on they are all one family, each tribe is a county, the scope of each county is divided by me, you are the county order of this county, I will ask you for a formal appointment from the imperial court, including the county order will also be issued to you by me. After the scope of the county is divided, you will each graze in your own pastoral area with peace of mind, and you are not allowed to go to other people's territory, and I will punish those who cross the border to graze, once you need to fight, as long as my order is issued, you are still the same as now, with your subordinates participating in the war, and if someone else invades your pastoral area, you can also report to Broken Leaves, and I will mobilize all the departments to go together to expel you.

In a word, we are one from now on.

Since it is a whole, there must be rules.

Do you get it? ”

He said majestically.

"Understood, everything is arranged by my brother!"

The chiefs of the Yang family class replied almost in unison.

It's good for them.

After the ranch is clearly divided, there is no need to kill each other because of grabbing the pasture, and getting the official position of Datang means that he is their Datang magistrate, whoever dares to invade them is invading Datang, and firmly hugging Yang Feng's thighs means that he can go out with him to burn and loot.

That's what they've always dreamed of.

Over the years, they have followed Yang Feng and have grabbed too many good things, and their lives at this time are even better than when they followed Sulu to the Western Regions, how could they think of other things when they were carried away by interests.

Of course, they will not know what this system of pastoral division means.

The Mongols in a thousand years will tell them!

After fifty years, a hundred years, Yang Feng's various follow-up tricks have been used, and they can understand.

But now this system still can't see any harm to them, and when they see the harm of this system, Yang Feng has almost finished what he should do, and they have lost the ability to resist, and I am afraid that even the spirit of resistance is gone, and in this land, they are no longer masters.

After imprisoning these nomadic tribes with an invisible cage, Yang Feng began to personally divide them into their own pastoral areas on the map, and there are currently a total of fifty-six small tribes following him, these tribes are of different sizes, the total population is about a little more than 120,000, the largest is tens of thousands, and the small ones are only a few hundred people. In fact, there are smaller tribes inside, and nomads are like this, the big tribes are divided into small tribes, and the small tribes are divided into smaller tribes, and even single family tribes and even family tribes, which are scattered in the steppe like droplets.

In this way, it is better to give the large tribal pastoral areas larger.

Or simply divide the big tribes again, for example, the chief has five sons, and it is completely possible for each son to have one! This is also a decree of grace, can't the heir have a territory after the chief dies, and the other sons should be poor herdsmen, right? Yang Feng, as their elder, has the responsibility to think about them, he is still their uncle, this is the duty of the uncle, in short, it is to be as fair and reasonable as possible.

In the end, it took him two days to map out 68 new counties for Datang.

Detention County.

Hereditary prefectural order of the chieftain.

But unlike other counties, the county order here has to be registered, as for their names, of course, they have to give Han names, their chief's surname is Yang, they must also be surnamed Yang, and the name will be compiled when it is registered in the future.

In addition, they have to pay taxes.

Yang Feng protects them, and of course they have to pay taxes.

But this tax was collected by the county ordinance, and each county paid a poll tax according to the size of the population, which was very low, at least according to the chiefs.

Yang Feng also does not count on taxes.

If he has the right to monopolize trade, not to mention the low tax rate, he just doesn't collect taxes, and even subsidizes.

He only collects taxes to establish sovereignty.

These sixty-eight counties include the land south of Jinshan, west of the Junggar Basin, north of the Kyrgyz Mountains and Kalatau Mountains, east of the Aral Sea, almost half of Kazakhstan, part of Kyrgyzstan, and part of Xinjiang. And north of the Kyrgyz Mountains, the upper reaches of the Chu River stretch from Broken Leaf in the east to Kulan City in the west, that is, Lugovoy, one hundred and fifty kilometers west of modern Bishkek, and north to modern Chu City.

In fact, this area is not limited to Shattered Leaf City.

It's just that because of the destruction of the war for many years, the other cities have been abandoned, only the broken leaves are rejuvenated, and the broken leaves to the west in turn there are Mi Guo City, Xincheng, Dunjian City, Ashi Bulai City, all the way to Julan City, and then continue to move forward There is also a tax to build a city, and then there is Talas City, and Talas City is the stone country.

Yang Feng's next target is Talas.

In addition to being very suitable for agriculture because of the irrigation of the Talas River, it also got stuck in the gap between the Kyrgyz Mountains and the Karatau Mountains, and controlled the city of Talas, which also controlled the entrance to the rich Syr Darya Plain, the most important strategic route in the whole of northern Central Asia. If you don't go to Talas and want to enter the Syr Darya River from the north, you can only go west along the Chu River to bypass the Moinkum Desert, bypass the Kalatau Mountains, find the lower reaches of the Syr Darya River, and go down the Syr Darya River, as Yang Feng did last time......

He only came out alive by hanging up.

"Bring the wine!"

Yang Feng, who finished drawing the map, shouted heroically.

The subordinates immediately brought a jar of liquor.

This is not wine, this is a high-grade liquor made in Broken Leaf City, a real grain wine, and it is also a distilled spirit, which is simply fierce for people in this era.

A large jar of wine was put on the table, Yang Feng casually opened the mud seal, and pulled it on his wrist with an energy knife in the rich aroma of wine, and the cut blood vessels instantly spurted blood, which fell directly into the wine jar, but it healed in an instant, and saw that the chiefs' eyes widened one by one, and at the same time, Yang Feng pushed the wine jar mixed with his blood to the side, grabbed Yang Yongxin's hand, pulled a knife on his index finger, and then dripped the blood into the wine jar......

"Drink this wine together, and share blessings and misfortunes!"

Yang Feng then shouted.

"Drink this wine together, and share blessings and misfortunes!"

The chiefs howled and pulled their fingers.

Although the blood alliance is actually the use of the blood of livestock, it is obvious that Yang Feng's move is more exciting.

There will definitely be no big rooster here, nothing more than a sheep to bleed, but I don't feel much for these guys who eat sheep every day, and it is much more exciting to cut off their fingers to bleed, and dozens of people just drip their blood into the wine.

He didn't even need to use the wine glass, Yang Feng picked up the wine jar and poured it first, and then handed it to Yang Yongxin, who also took a sip, and instantly became arrogant in the stimulation of the burning of the alcohol, and the old man blushed and solemnly handed it to the next chief. In this way, a jar of wine continued to be passed, and the chiefs who drank the blood wine all switched states in an instant, and looked at the others one by one as brothers, as the wine came up, some of them simply danced there, and soon more and more joined the dance, and finally Yang Feng held the wine jar that came back, poured the rest into his mouth in one go, and then smashed the wine jar again.

"The years are steaming, the sword is still bright, the blood washes the battlefield, and the rivers return to their hometown......"

On the grassland where thousands of horses galloped, his wolf-like song immediately sounded. 74

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