Although Daijun is a strong soldier and a good horse, it is just a small place on the northern frontier of thousands of miles. Outside of Daijun, there are the ambitious Duan Xianbei and the 400,000 Tuoba Xianbei each eyeing each other; And within it, the declining Tuoba Xianbei central part, the fragmented Wuhuan, the mysterious Changshan bandits, and the 'chaotic' Zahu tribes...... Fighting with each other and scrupling with each other. All these forces, large and small, have woven a big net that envelops the entire Dai County. Every force in the net is restrained by other forces, and finally it cannot move.

But Lu Yao had no scruples. The Hu tribe on the grassland 'fighting', the winner is coerced by the loser, and the loser is also happy to be a member of the winner, often in a very short period of time can snowball together a huge force. For example, the Huns drove the Zahu, and the Tuoba Xianbei ruled the country thirty-six, roughly like this. Lu Yao did the same, he kept fighting, kept coercing, kept coercing, kept co-opting, and then continued to fight!

As his army went on a rampage, the powerful forces around him shouted at the same time. However, Tuoba Xianbei's ceremony of sacrificing to the heavens was just around the corner, and they had to concentrate on the situation...... For a while, he couldn't spare his hand to deal with Lu Yao.

In this way, the families whose forces are slightly weaker can only ask for more blessings for themselves.

Guangchang County is where the remaining veins of Taihang Mountain are located, with peaks and ravines. In the rolling mountains not far from the Flying Fox, there is a mountain meadow that is as open as a mountain. This meadow is several miles in circumference, and the green is like a blanket as far as the eye can see, with abundant flowers and grass, and the scenery is pleasant.

At this time, more than 100 tents were erected on the meadow, and many people, horses and vehicles gathered here, as if a large-scale city had been formed out of thin air. These tents all stand in the east direction, and the 'color' is mostly crimson, which is the custom of the Wuhuan people.

At this time, the Wuhuan people were different from the barbarian people who drank blood and had an impermanent family name in the early years. They have lived in the border of the Han region for hundreds of years, and at the end of the Han Dynasty, more than 100,000 households of the Han people in the Han Dynasty and Hebei Province defected to them, and their living customs have been gradually assimilated by the Han people. Many of them gave up nomadism and instead gathered to settle down to engage in farming, fishing and hunting, and many Wuhuan people were listed as Huang of the imperial court and paid taxes as Han people. Looking at the huge Wuhuan camp in front of him, the shape is strict and decent, and it is obviously also affected by the construction of the Han city.

In the middle of the camp there was a road about thirty paces wide. At the end of the avenue, stands a tall dome made of crimson 'colored' felt cloth. The top and bottom of the dome are decorated with brocade, which is very gorgeous. On the Hu 'bed' scattered in the dome, there are more than ten people sitting.

In the middle of the dome stood a tall man with a 'fine' face. This person is more than fifty years old, and he is the lord of the Wuhuan Han Mountains. Although he is a great chief of Wuhuan, he wears a silk luo and a 'jade' belt around his waist, making him a Han costume. And most of the rest of the people in the tent are like this, and the depth of the sinicization of the Wuhuan people can be seen.

Wu Yan clasped his hands in front of his 'chest', bowed to all sides and saluted: "I am tired of all the big chiefs coming overnight, I Wuyan thank you!" ”

Everyone in the tent saluted back: "The chief of Wuyan is polite. ”

Another said: "We are scattered all over the world, and we can't get together once in three or five years." The Great Chief of Wuyan suddenly summoned us this time, so you might as well say something quickly. ”

Wu Yan nodded to the man and said in a deep voice: "I can't hide it, I invite you this time to deal with what the imperial court has done recently. ”

As soon as the words fell, there was a loud "bang", and a big fat man slapped Hu 'bed' hard and jumped up. This person's body is extremely 'fat', and with his movements, the 'fat' and 'meat' all over his body are undulating, and a number of gold beads and chains hanging in front of his 'chest' are also shaking, and the refraction 'shoots' out of dazzling light. I only heard him roar: "Those Jin people are rampant and domineering, and Lao Tzu has long been displeasing to the eye!" As long as Lord Wuyan gives an order, I am willing to raise my clan to follow and let the Jin people know how powerful we are! ”

This fat man's name is Nanlou, and he is the chief of the Wuhuan White Mountain. In recent years, the Baishan Department has had close contacts with the Hanshan Department, and they are both the hosts of this gathering of chiefs from various departments. Perhaps because of this relationship, in addition to the chiefs of the Wuhuan tribes in the tent at this moment, there was only a beautiful "girl" sitting behind him, holding her cheeks with her hands on her cheeks, and looking at everyone with a smile to talk. Everyone only thought that this was the favorite concubine of Nanlou Xinna, and they didn't pay attention to it.

At this moment, Nanlou suddenly jumped up to speak, and as soon as these murderous words came out, there was a sudden silence in the vault.

Nanlou's small eyes were fierce, and he glanced back and forth at several other Qu Shuai. However, several Qu Shuai discussed with each other in a low voice, and after a while, someone came lukewarmly: "Oh, is the Hanshan Department going to merge with the Baishan Department?" It's a happy event. ”

Although the Baishan tribe is also a strong clan in Wuhuan, Nanlou only succeeded to the position of chief two years ago, and his prestige among the Wuhuan tribes has not been established, and the chiefs present do not take him seriously. Nanlou was choked twice, and the green tendons on his forehead jumped violently, and he was about to get angry immediately.

Seeing that the ugly state of Nanlou was 'exposed', Wu Yan couldn't help but feel a 'chest' tightness. The Wuhuan tribes have always been like a plate of scattered sand, and they do not belong to each other, and even if the Hanshan tribe is strong, it cannot command the rest of the tribes. That's why he called a gathering of chiefs from all ministries to convince them to deal with the current situation. Nanlou's words were made by him in advance. Unexpectedly, this fat man's brain is not very good, and before he can say a few words of foreshadowing, he jumps out impatiently. It should be known that the Wuhuan tribes are scattered in the remote mountains and wilderness of Dai County, and the transmission of information is not so fast. Nanlou didn't say anything about the situation, and opened his mouth to say that he supported Wuyan, but his words seemed ridiculous. This time, it is not like gathering people to deal with the 'chaotic' situation, but it is like trying to annex various ministries by themselves, and it seems that the situation is about to stalemate.

"Don't be impatient, everyone, listen to me." Uyan hurriedly got up. After all, the strength of his Hanshan tribe is strong, and his personal prestige is far higher than that reckless guy in Nanlou, so since he came forward in person, no one interrupted: "My Wuhuan tribe is located in a remote area, so many tribes are deaf and deaf, and some chiefs may not know that today's Daijun has been turned upside down." Five days ago, it was rumored that a large caravan had passed through the territory of Guangchang. One of the Chang bandits, that Dou Lu Ji saw that his eyes were hot, so he went to plunder. Who knew that the caravan was simply pretended to be an official army, they broke out, killed Dou Luji, and then attacked the Bo Mei Department and the Luochuan Ma clan, all of which won. ”

"The Doulu Ji Division, the Bo Xuan Division, and the Luochuan Ma Clan are all fierce and difficult forces. How much power can the Jin people have in Northern Xinjiang? Can you destroy them all? "The patriarch of a small clan in Wuhuan, Su Servant, will be suspicious. His whole clan is no more than 100 down, and his power is particularly weak compared to other tribes, so he has always lived in the mountains, and his response to the surrounding movements is the most slow.

Wu Yan sighed: "Chief Su Servant, am I, Wu Yan, a man of all words?" This is true. This Jin army was not a soldier of Daijun, but from Jizhou, and there were about a thousand people at the beginning. With only half of their troops, they killed Douluji and annihilated the Bo Ministry. Luochuan Ma relied on the Wangcheng to hold on, and it took less than an hour to support the front and back. ”

"Is there such a thing?" Su Fu's face suddenly changed. Wu Huan waved his fist and continued hatefully: "That Jin army is like a mad dog, catching and biting whom. In two days, they wiped out several small tribes in the southern part of Daijun, killing all those who resisted, and those who surrendered were scattered into the army, and the number of men and horses had doubled! ”

A Qu Shuai nodded: "That's right, this Jin army is stationed in Luochuan at the moment, and it is impossible to assign troops to fight everywhere, and wherever it goes, it will either surrender or be killed, there is no reason to talk about it." Fortunately, my territory is in the mountains southwest of Daigun, far away from Luochuan, so I haven't been disturbed yet......"

Another Qu Shuai said angrily: "You are not disturbed, but I have lost a lot!" The day before yesterday, the Jin people besieged Daiwangcheng, and I sent more than 30 young and strong people in the clan to explore the direction of Luochuan. Those are all the best men in my clan, and only two of the more than 30 people escaped! I see, these Jin people have bad intentions! ”

The Wuhuan tribes do not belong to each other, and the chiefs and marshals of each department do their own thing, and rarely communicate. Once in a while, they often express their opinions, and they can't come up with an idea for a long time. Today is the case again, Wu Yan only said three or five sentences, and everyone discussed noisily for a long time.

At this time, a younger handsome man hesitated for a long time, and finally asked in a low voice: "Has Duan Xianbei ever known about this situation?" All ethnic groups in Daijun have always admired the prestige of the Duke of Liaoxi, so why not ask the Duke of Liaoxi to support us? ”

As soon as these words were spoken, all the chiefs shook their heads in unison, looking at him as if they were fools.

That section started in western Liaoning, and for decades it continued to expand its power to the south, and the homeland of the Xiongnu in northern Xinjiang had fallen into its hands. Tens of thousands of Xiongnu descendants have now become a member of the Duan Xianbei. In recent years, the power of the Duan Department has gradually extended to the area of Dai County and Quang Ninh, and it has many contacts with the local Wuhuan tribe, which seems to be quite friendly. But everyone knows very well that if they go to seek the help of Duan Xianbei, they will inevitably be disposed of by all kinds of differentiation and dismantling, and after three or five years, I am afraid that there will be no Daijun Wuhuan people in this world. The Jin people may be mad dogs, but that section of Xianbei is a wolf who eats people and does not spit out bones.

For some reason, the atmosphere in the tabernacle grew sad.

In the past, the Wuhuan of the Donghu Qiang clan, which dominated the five counties of Saibei and fought against the Xianbei and Xiongnu for more than 100 years, is now weakened. Although there are still a considerable number of the Clan, they are scattered under the leadership of hundreds of large and small commanders, and the stars are scattered in the northern frontier. Everywhere they are threatened by the more powerful Hu tribes, and they live a precarious life. The tribesmen in Liaodong, Liaoxi, and Bohai have been annexed by Xianbei, while the tribesmen in Shangjun, Beidi and other places have been reduced to vassals of the Xiongnu in Hexi. Now, Daijun Wuhuan is terrified in the face of thousands of officers and soldiers, and he doesn't know how to deal with it...... Perhaps, the Wuhuan people's road has come to an end?