Big Ear Thief Selling Straw Sandals

Chapter 161 The new Xianbei headman and his new wife
Just look at the clothing and equipment of the Xianbei people, and the hierarchy is clear at a glance.

As a result, Mo Ge, the son of the leader, was captured alive by Wang Fu, and he kept the information for interrogation.

Moge, who is ashamed of his heart, has no reservations, and he will answer everything when asked.

Sure enough, the Pali camel is the northernmost tribe of the Xianbei tribe in Liaodong.

Mo Ge is not afraid of death, but because his lover is occupied by his father, he is in pain.

There is nothing left to miss in this world.

Through Fuyu's interpreter, the lieutenant asked the wounded soldiers who followed him, and learned of Moge's identity and the reason for his escape.

After Wang Fu heard about it, he touched his chin and came to Mo Ge again.

"We can help and put you in charge."

Mo Ge frowned, the Han people raided thousands of miles, they definitely didn't come to help him take revenge.

"What do you want to do?"

Wang Fu said: "The ancestors of Xianbei were the people of Mengtian who moved to the outside of the Great Wall in the former Qin Dynasty. They are actually descendants of China. Today, the son is blessed with all directions. Therefore, you should follow the destiny and return to the orthodoxy of the Han Dynasty."

This kind of high-sounding rhetoric is an important part of the pre-war preparations. It is well-known, and it can also give Xianbei peace-loving people a step down.

"Convince your people to submit to the big man, and at the same time, you can choose the pastures of the Xianbei people."

Ok?
As a natural herdsman, Moge is particularly sensitive to pastures.

Weak and weak tribes can only linger on the fringes, facing catastrophe at any time.

But Moge didn't understand very much, and asked cautiously: "You don't need pastures? Then what do your cattle, horses and sheep eat?"

"Hahaha!"

The crowd around the audience roared with laughter, and Mo Ge blushed.

Wang Fu held back his laughter, pulled Mo Ge up, and patted him.

"We all grow food there, and there are very few cattle, horses and sheep, so we don't need pastures."

"Really?"

Wang Fu nodded and said, "Really. We need cattle, horses and sheep. We can buy yours with money. There is no need to raise them."

Mo Ge felt that the Han people were too stupid, a good pasture would not be exchanged by gods.

"Okay, I'll help you convince the tribe!"

Although it is too fantasy and outrageous, what Mo Ge thinks in his heart is: What if, what if it is true?

With the help of Moge, Wang Fu carefully laid out the encirclement net, and sent [-] elite troops to the south to suppress the personal guards of Parry camels.

Accompanied by the deputy general of the Han army, Mo Ge quietly touched Lan Tumeng's camp.

Lantu was startled, he was worried about Moge's safety, but also surprised by the arrival of the Han army.

"The Han army supports me as leader, Lan Tumeng, will you support me?"

Mo Ge had a direct showdown, forcing Lan Tu to express his opinion fiercely.

"Here, Parry camel"

"He is not worthy of being the leader!"

Mo Ge looked contemptuous, and then said confidently: "The Han army promised me that I can go to the south to occupy the pasture."

Lan Tumeng didn't quite understand, Mo Ge said: "You don't know, our ancestors are Chinese."

After some explanations, Lan Tumeng learned that there were two thousand fine cavalry from the Han army, who had surrounded the tribe on all sides, and decisively supported the leader of Moge.

With the cooperation of Moge and Lan Tumeng, the lieutenant led [-] cavalry, crossed the garrison easily, and surrounded the core camp of Pali Tuo.

On the periphery, [-] fine cavalry of the Han army gathered the encirclement in an orderly manner, dividing and encircling the tribe.

As the Han army entered the garrison, the warning horn sounded suddenly.

Leaving Lantuduoduo with tears hanging from the corner of his eyes, Pali ran out of the tent in a panic, and ran into his eldest son Mo Ge and Lan Tumeng head-on.

Mo Ge grabbed his father's throat with one hand, and raised the scimitar with the other, like a raging lion.

"Why? Why do this!!!"

Parry could never have dreamed that his son would kill him so soon.

"Moge? Why are you back? Who are they?"

The army was overwhelming, and the entire tribe was torn apart, and without horses, they could not exert their combat power at all.

Facing the heavily armed Han army, most Xianbei people were captured without a fight, and a few resistances were immediately suppressed.

Why Pali Camel forced Mogo away is a mystery until the witch doctor is released from prison.

The mystery was solved, and Parry's dirty mind was revealed to the public.

Everyone despised the leader from the bottom of their hearts, and even the leader's personal guards bowed their heads in shame.

What a shame for Xianbei!
Lan Tu took the opportunity and shouted: "Let Mo Ge be our leader!"

Yes, yes, Moge is younger, more brave, and has the support of a powerful Han army, so he must be the leader!
"We support the leader of Moge!"

Parry was not reconciled, and argued: "I am the leader."

"Shh!"

"Ahhh!!"

Mo Ge cut off his father's nose with a knife, and then pushed him to the ground.

Parry covered his nose with his hands and rolled on the ground in pain.

"Get him out!"

Lan Tumeng's two subordinates dragged the old man out of the station amidst cries of pain.

Facing the "invited" heads of households, Mo Ge raised his scimitar high and said, "Pali camel is not worthy of being the leader. From now on, I will be the leader!"

"Oh oh oh!"

The clansmen who followed Lan Tumeng cheered, but most of them looked at the Han army in fear and remained silent.

Mo Ge said again: "Don't be afraid, the Han army is here to help us and will give us the best pastures. In the future, your cattle, horses and sheep will be ten times more than now!"

"Moge, is it true?"

Pastures, cattle, horses and sheep are property in the eyes of Xianbei people, and some people are tempted.

"it is true!"

Surrounded by the Han army in bright armor, Wang Fu came to the big tent.

"I can guarantee: As long as the full amount of taxes is paid, the Xianbei people's pastures, the Moge head people have the priority to choose."

Lan Tu asked fiercely, "How much tax do I have to pay?"

Wang Fu replied without thinking, "[-]%."

Lan Tu's eyes widened sharply, and he asked again: "Only pay [-]%?"

Wang Fu nodded, expressing his affirmation.

According to the rules set by the lord, the grasslands belong to the tribe, and a tax of [-] is implemented, which is one-tenth of the annual harvest.

The herdsmen of the Xianbei tribes pay heavy taxes.

First of all, the chieftains of Xianbei in Liaodong took away [-]%, and secondly, [-]% to [-]% were enshrined to the tribal leaders, and there was not much left throughout the year.

Natural disasters are frequent in the grasslands, and people often go bankrupt and even sell themselves into slavery.

If the big man only charges [-]%, he can save [-]%, and life will be much better.

Someone asked: "Will we go to war?"

Wars often occurred on the grasslands to rob the pastures of water. Once the big boss gave an order, according to the rule of drawing one out of two, the herdsmen who were drawn had to take part in the war with their own horses and equipment, and not many came back alive.

"We have a recruiting system, and we will not force you to fight."

Now, most people are relieved.

Pay less taxes, don't have to fight, and can also give you high-quality pastures. With such good conditions, anyone who doesn't submit is a fool.

Under the witness of Wang Fu, all the big households knelt down under the leadership of Mo Ge, and swore to submit to the great man and to be loyal to the emperor.

More than a hundred of Pali Tuo's personal guards were isolated separately, and the lieutenant general and Lan Tumeng checked and passed the customs one by one.

Wang Fu provided twenty guards to be responsible for the safety of Mo Ge.

Mo Ge also knew in his heart that the other party would not be at ease until he had not submitted a definite certificate.

Except for the deputy general who led people to guard the Xianbei guards, Wang Fu withdrew most of the Han troops from the garrison and set up a separate camp.

"Leader Moge, we will discuss the next step tomorrow, so let's have a good rest."

General Han left, glanced at the guards of the Han army, and Mo Ge stepped into the big tent.

A familiar figure ran out from the back tent and threw himself into his arms.

"Mogo!"

Moge hugged his smooth body subconsciously, lowered his head, and looked at the tearful face.

Leaning close to the other party's ear, he said firmly, "I'm sorry, I'm late! Don't worry, I won't let anyone bully you again in the future!"

"Wow wow wow! Moge, my heart will always love you, woo woo."

"I love you too, you are my wife!"

Tonight, the Moge Department of Xianbei has a new head, and the new head has a new wife.

The prairie tribes have a pure concept of love centered on reproduction, without the serious fetters of ethics in China.

The father dies and the son replaces the son, and the brother ends up with the younger brother, all in order to reproduce the offspring as much as possible and fight against the cruel nature.

It is foreseeable that the fate of the Xianbei clan will embark on a new path.

The second volume is over.

(End of this chapter)