Kill the enemy and get a wife? I'll single-handedly slaughter my way through the Northern Barba

Upon hearing this, the second prince of the Northern Barbarians, Nanmuhe, paid no attention whatsoever.

"Now that you mention it, Minister Wang, I'm even more confused. What do my elder brother's actions have to do with 'a small clan ruling over a large country'?"

"In terms of land, our Northern Barbarians are not much worse than the Great Qian, but the Great Qian has a larger population."

"But so what? No matter how many people we have, aren't the two provinces of Shuofeng still in the pocket of our Northern Barbarians?"

Wang Xun poked at the campfire and smiled.

"Your Highness, the First Prince is fond of Han culture. He wears Hanfu and studies Confucianism and Taoism, not just doing so out of boredom."

"In the future, when our Northern Barbarians conquer the Great Qian, this vast world will need to be governed."

"Your Highness, does this mean all the people and officials of the Northern Barbarians must be relocated to the Great Qian?"

Wang Xun's question stumped Nanmuhe.

He opened his mouth, then froze for a moment.

Seeing this, Wang Xun continued to explain: "You see, even the Second Prince himself knows that it is impossible to relocate all the people to Daqian."

"The core of our Northern Barbarians has always been within the Northern Barbarian territory, and most of our people are unwilling to leave their homes."

"It is remarkable that officials and some common people were sent to the Great Qian Dynasty to rule over the Han people. How to govern and win back the hearts of the Han people is a major and difficult task."

Upon hearing this, Nanmuhe slapped his thigh: "So that's what's troubling my royal brother? You should have said so earlier, I have a solution!"

Wang Xun and Gu Lie were both taken aback.

Nanmuhe possessed exceptional martial arts skills and the strength to lift a cauldron, but he was not known for his intelligence.

Gu Lie cupped his hands in greeting and sincerely asked, "What insightful opinion does Your Highness have?"

"Whoosh!"

A gleaming steel blade flashed, and Nanmuhe drew his sword, his eyes flashing with a fierce light.

"kill!"

"Once our Northern Barbarians have swallowed up the Great Qian, anyone who dares to resist will be killed!"

"Why bother trying to win people's hearts? How can you win over such a cunning traitor?"

Gu Lie was somewhat at a loss for words, both amused and exasperated.

He didn't expect that Nanmuhe's so-called "solution" was simply "killing".

"Second Prince, you make it sound so easy. If everyone in the vast Great Qian Dynasty is slaughtered, who will cultivate the land?"

"We, the Northern Barbarians, finally annexed the Great Qian Dynasty. What we want is land, but even more so, we want the Han people to rule us, the Northern Barbarians."

"Where there are people, there are taxes; where there are people, there is farming and harvest."

"How many people in our northern barbarians freeze to death every winter due to food shortages?"

Gu Lie sighed as he spoke: "We Northern Barbarians are not good at farming, but only at nomadic herding. We seized the Great Qian so that we Northern Barbarians would not suffer from cold, hunger and cold in the future."

"Every Han Chinese will become the wealth and slave of my northern barbarians in the future."

"If you kill everyone, who will pay the taxes and provide food? Who will support us, the northern barbarians?"

This……

Nanmuhe's head throbbed with pain as he listened, and he slowly lowered the knife he had raised.

He asked with a suspicious look, "Are all those fancy things my brother does really useful?"

Can learning Han culture and etiquette, and wearing Han clothes, really lead to the rule of the northern barbarians?

Gu Lie and Wang Xun exchanged a smile and nodded simultaneously.

"His Highness will see this in the future!"

"Everything Your Highness has done will make my Northern Barbarian Emperor a true ruler of the world!" Wang Xun said.

The Northern Barbarian Emperor is quite old; even if he manages to conquer the Great Qian Dynasty in his lifetime...

However, governing Daqian, ruling Daqian, and even completely assimilating Daqian will inevitably require the efforts of two generations to complete.

The eldest prince, Zhenjin, is the one who will take over; he will be the future ruler of the world!

The three were engaged in lively conversation in a warm red tent not far away.

Princess Qiqige of Shouning from the Northern Barbarians was looking at herself in the bronze mirror.

She changed into a light red, high-waisted, front-opening ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), with a light red peony-patterned jacket over it, looking elegant and refined.

Qiqige is 29 years old this year. She has a slender figure, a high nose bridge, and skin that is a bit darker than that of Han Chinese women, showing a healthy wheat color.

With her striking and captivating eyes and brows, she appears at first glance like a beauty who has stepped out of a painting.

She possessed the boldness and beauty of a northern barbarian woman, like a blooming red peony.

"Han Chinese women's clothes are so different, they're really beautiful."

Qiqige looked him up and down.

"You two should learn more about Han Chinese hairstyles and then style them for me later."

The two maids on either side nodded.

One of the maids, mustering her courage, asked, "Princess, don't you dislike Han Chinese clothing?"

"Back in Shenwu City, didn't you say that His Highness's Han Chinese attire brought shame upon the royal family?"

Qiqige lifted her skirt and took a few leisurely steps.

"Shenwu City is Shenwu City, and Han land is Han land."

"How many people in Shenwu City can do whatever they want like my eldest brother?"

"If I don't follow others, am I supposed to be like my eldest brother? I don't want to be criticized."

"We'll see..."

Qiqige looked south and whispered, "I want to see what that Han general who killed Zheng Yan looks like."

The maids exchanged glances, secretly surprised: "Princess, why are you going to see him? What's so interesting about a Han Chinese?"

Qiqige let down her skirt, twirled around, and created a fragrant breeze.

"I heard that the Han general who killed Zheng Yan is not even as old as my second brother."

"I know Zheng Yan's martial arts skills; even my second brother would have a hard time killing him."

"Do you think there's any man in this world more capable than my second brother?"

Upon hearing this, the maid shook her head repeatedly: "No! There is no man in the world more capable than the Second Prince! Absolutely not!"

Who doesn't know the formidable reputation of Nanmuhe, the second prince of the Northern Barbarians?

Even the unruly Burya tribes, located between the Northern Barbarians and the Liao Dynasty, were slaughtered by Nanmuhe. Who could be more powerful than him?

"What are you two so nervous about?"

Qiqige rolled her eyes at the two maids.

"We're having a private conversation, but Second Brother can't hear us."

"In short, I want to see what kind of person Lin Feng really is!"

……

Late autumn, Elephant Trunk Hill.

Lin Feng carefully brushed away the soil, as if afraid of disturbing the spirits resting in the earth.

The next moment, white bones emerged from the soil.

"Slow down!"

Lin Feng gave a shout and, together with Wang Dahu and Zhang Ergou, cleaned the dirt off the skeleton.

There was a thin coffin that had been prepared in advance.

After the three men dug out the bones, they placed them on a white cloth, and then the three men together carried the white cloth into the coffin.

"Brother Du, I'm sorry."

Raymond Lam personally pushed the coffin lid onto the coffin.

"I've kept you and the other brothers in this desolate wilderness for so long."

"Don't worry, General Zhang found the best feng shui master and chose a good place for the brothers."

"Tomorrow, I will send someone to take you back first."

"Bang!"

With the coffin lid closed, Lin Feng's worries were finally put to rest.

He looked westward and saw that the sun had already set.

Lin Feng called out to the group, who had been busy all day, "That's enough for today, let's go back to camp and rest!"

"Yes, sir!"

The soldiers who came to move the remains of the fallen soldiers readily agreed and carried the thin coffins toward the camp.

The flimsy coffins were only for easy transport in the mountains; once they returned to Zhenyuan City, better coffins would be provided for the remains of the fallen soldiers.

Half an hour later, at the Zhenyuan Army's temporary camp.

"My lord, you're back!"

Xia Bing, dressed in a green dress, looked pretty and capable. She came over and handed Lin Feng a clean handkerchief and a water bottle.

Lin Feng went into the mountains to relocate his remains back to his hometown, and Xia Bing volunteered to come with him.

Lin Feng was initially unwilling, as the mountain roads were rugged and difficult to traverse, causing him considerable hardship.

Xia Bing, being a young woman, probably can't handle it and will only hold Lin Feng back.

Unexpectedly, Xia Bing thrived in the mountains, skillfully navigating mountain paths, identifying medicinal herbs, and taking care of Lin Feng's daily needs.

Lin Feng took the handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his face; the handkerchief was soaked in the cool mountain spring water.

In just a moment, it cleared Lin Feng's feverish mind after walking.

He let out a sigh of relief, glanced around the camp, and asked, "How's the food preparation going?"

Xia Bing followed Lin Feng obediently.

"Dinner will be served in 15 minutes."

The food in the mountains is quite abundant. In addition to the ingredients brought by Lin Feng and his group, there are also people who hunt wild game.

Wild game such as rabbits, grouse, and wild boar are readily available.