The messenger respectfully bowed to the patriarch: "It's true. The battle has ended. We have captured a large number of pig captives and obtained a lot of spoils."

This sounds like a polite word.

Niu Weibang curled his lips. As the patriarch, he knew very well what kind of pig people were, they were greedy and could beat them, they were rough and thick, they did not have superb skills, they were rough and savage... The most important thing: From the king of pigs to the common people, they were all poor.

They took out all the valuable things for food, and it was impossible for them to have any hellish spoils.

"How many people are there in your Panshi City now?" This is the question that Niu Weibang is most concerned about.

The messenger did not hesitate for a second and directly said the exact number: "Ninety-five, no more than ninety-six."

The actual number of people is more than this, and it has exceeded 100,000.

All the messengers sent were Tianhao's confidants, and they were unified in advance, especially the total population of Panshi City.

From a village leader to a city lord is an incremental process in which the population under the rule increases from hundreds to over ten thousand. The reason why the city lord can obtain a surname means that his strength has skyrocketed and he has the ability to control one side.

The city lord also has a size difference. If it is limited to 100,000, if it exceeds the city lord, if it is a big city lord, if it is below this number, it is a small city lord.

Sometimes, the growth of strength is also a worry. Although he has been in this world for several years, Tianhao is still not very familiar with the logical thinking methods of the northern barbarians. He knew that the division rules of the city lords of all sizes were impossible to determine and difficult to figure out the ideas of big and big people, so he could only adopt a conservative approach, narrowing the existing scale of Panshi City and walking slowly on the edge of the minefield.

"...95,000..." Niu Weibang sat on the chair, spreading his legs very wide, leaning forward with his upper body, holding his chin on his knees with his right hand, his face full of emotion.

Leijiao City is the royal city of Leiniu tribe, with a population of 70,000.

A newly promoted young city lord actually has a larger population directly under my jurisdiction than me.

Niu Weibang thought this was simply a terrible and funny fairy tale.

I am the patriarch, the real patriarch!

In fact, if you calm down and think about it carefully, it is natural that Tianhao can get such a huge profit. The Pig tribe's people are brave and fierce. They are well-known for their fierce and powerful combat power. Because of this, the targets of small-scale battles between various tribes are never targeted at the Pig tribe. First, these barbaric and rude guys are very poor, and it is not cost-effective to send troops to attack, and the benefits are not proportional to their efforts. Second, they are born to hire mercenaries, and they may not win if they send troops to win, and they may also use them in the future. As long as they take out a small amount of food, they can hire them to work for themselves. Why not do it?

In summary, no one thought that he would actually swallow the pig tribe, nor would he send troops to plunder them. Just like a beggar with a big waist living next door, you would never think of rushing into the other party’s house and robbing them.

But this bastard Tianhao did this.

He got tens of thousands of pig tribe members.

The strong sourness rose in Niu Weibang's heart. It was impossible to say that he was not jealous. After all, that boy was my subordinate, and he had to respectfully call me "king" when he saw me. This military achievements were bright and dazzling enough no matter what kind of ethnic group they had in exchange for. Especially the population, the Pig tribe, and the best heavy infantry in the world... It can be imagined that the military capabilities of Panshi City have reached several levels since then.

"Come on, sit down, don't be busy." Niu Weibang raised his hand and pointed to the chair opposite, smiled bitterly and said to the messenger: "Tell me a good story, how did your city lord fight this battle?"

The messenger did not hide it and carefully explained the complete combat plan.

This is Tianhao's arrangement: If the king and the national master ask, answer honestly and don't miss a word.

The only thing that conceals is ergot bacteria.

This is the most direct way to eliminate their doubts.

Niu Weibang was dumbfounded when he heard this, and his mouth opened wide.

"This is OK?"

"First divide the troops to break through the surrounding villages, take away all the prisoners, then pretend to be refugees of the Pig people who had defected to him, sneak into Kuangya City on a large scale, and attack together at the agreed time. The inner person should open the city gate, and decide on a battle?"

"How did this guy Tianhao have a brain? Even this method can be thought of..."

The messenger's mouth was very stupid and had no talent for telling stories. If it were the old lady Osmanthus, the performing star in Panshi City, she would definitely be a mess. A simple battle lasted for three days and three nights, without a single one, it would never be possible to finish the whole thing in two years.

A dull and honest person often makes people believe it more easily. This is the biggest difference between a wonderful story and a straightforward narration.

Niu Weibang fell into a long silence.

He thought about each link carefully and found no flaws.

It seems that I have to walk outside for more time and can't stay in Leijiao City for many years.

The Niu tribe has always been known for its bravery. Even the leader of a small village under me can grow rapidly and be promoted one after another in just a few years. As the leader of me, I, must make some achievements!

Feelings and loss collided in his heart, but Niu Weibang had no idea of ​​robbing Tianhao's military achievements. He was a fair patriarch, which in his opinion was the best quality in the world and must not be contaminated by selfish desires and jealousy.

"Go down and have a good rest!" He smiled and patted the messenger's shoulder hard, and told him seriously: "Let's go to Heijiao City tomorrow morning. After you go back, ask your city lord if there are any difficulties you need to help solve. I have food and fabric here, just say it."

"Thank you!" The messenger quickly stood up from the chair and bowed deeply.

"Don't be so polite, everyone is a brother of the same clan." Niu Weibang, who was straightforward, laughed: "Learn hard with your city lord, he is an amazing person."

...

Black Horn.

"What did you say? The entire crazy teeth were destroyed?"

"There are more than 90,000 people in Panshi City now?"

"How did Tianhao do it?"

The reaction of the national guru Wu Peng is exactly the same as that of Niu Weibang. The difference is that one is old and the other is young, and the number of folds stacked with the smoothness of the skin is one or more and the other is less.

The messenger repeated what he said to Niu Weibang a few days ago.

The national teacher sat on the chair for a long time, shook his head and sighed: "This is incredible..."

After sighing, a playful smile appeared on the face of the national master.

"Ninety-five thousand... Humph! This kid is deliberately playing tricks. I dare to bet with anything that the population of Panshi City is definitely more than 100,000. He is just testing my attitude and deliberately sending you here and saying such a number that is neither up nor down."

The messenger lowered his head and maintained a respectful attitude in silence.

"This is a great military achievement, he did a good job!" The old national teacher smiled, first affirming Tianhao's achievements: "Tell me, what does he want?"

The messenger quickly replied: "Our city lord wants to set up several new villages on the north and east of Panshi City. I hope you can agree."

"New Village?" This sentence attracted strong attention from the national teacher. His wrinkled lips slowly pursed, and his smile-like expression slowly emerged under the traction of his facial muscles: "Where does he want to set up a village?"

"North to Panshi City." The messenger quickly said that he had been repeatedly reminded by Tianhao, and he recited it many times, and had already memorized it: "Go north along the mountains, as long as there is a river."

The national teacher was trapped in thought for several minutes. He was not hesitating, but replaying the map of the entire cow territory in his mind.

This is a huge and mysterious world. On the surface, whites and barbarians each account for half of the continent, but in fact the area ruled by whites is larger and wider. There are also blacks living on the southern continent. It is said that they also established kingdoms, but they are too far from the north of the continent. Few people have seen barbarian soldiers who have been stationed in Suolong Pass for many years.

Compared with other tribes, the cattle tribe has an absolute advantage in terms of territory. If the entire northern continent is regarded as a number "one hundred", then with the territory of the cattle tribe as the boundary and heading north, this huge area can occupy the "forty" in the north of the continent.

There are no tribes on the north side of the continent, and this is a blank world. Asteroids hit the earth and caused the earth's crust to move, and large-scale eruptions changed the inherent shape of the continental shelf. The transformation of the earth's axis caused seawater to form a tsunami on a global scale, flooding the original land, and accumulated between the re-formed mountains. After time, it became a new sea area and lake.

The crisscrossing mountains are uninhabitable, and the barbarians' ability to transform the world is far less than that of humans in the civilized era. In the face of this insurmountable natural obstacle, a large area of ​​unmanned areas appeared on the north side of the land.

The kings of the Cattle Clan have thought of changing this situation and have continuously sent members of the tribe to migrate to the north of the mainland. However, the results are not great. Hundreds of years have passed, and the area of ​​the Cattle Clan's territory has only expanded by about 10%.

Migration is not as simple as saying it, it involves a series of complex problems. Food, water supply, products around new cities, soil, etc. are of different quality. More importantly, the territory of the empire is not as large as possible, especially under the premise that communication is in the original transmission, an overly large territory will only lead to various problems.

Implementing the feudal system is an inevitable rule method in this special era.

"Your city lord made great contributions this time. I can meet his requirements and give him ten village leaders the right to appoint and remove him." A smile appeared on the national teacher's face full of wisdom and years: "As long as the new village does not overlap with the existing scope of interests of other tribes, no matter how you do it, it will be his freedom."

There are many villages in ten sounds, but there are actually not many people who have been resettled.

According to the laws of the northern barbarians, the basic condition for setting up villages is that the population must exceed 100, and only in this way can one hundred people be produced.

Conducting population migration in this era is much more difficult than in the civilization era.

The government sets out areas in advance, arranges housing and arable land, and even travel expenses, food and accommodation, and reduces various miscellaneous expenses... All these benefits are simply fantasy to the barbarians and are simply unimaginable.

The biggest problem with newly established villages is safety. On this wild continent full of wild animals, let alone a hundred people, even a thousand-man immigrants may still be attacked by groups of wild beasts overnight, and everyone will die tragically, becoming food in the mouths of aliens.

Without solid walls, not enough weapons, and strong defenses, you will die wherever you go.

What's more important is food.

If there is not enough food storage, it will be difficult for immigrants who cannot obtain output from the fields to maintain them. This is the biggest problem that all tribes have to face, and it is also the difficulty in expanding their own ethnic groups.

The National Master is a wise man. When he promised Tianhao's five-year tax exemption period, the care of the ingredients is far greater than the reward. At that time, Panshi Village was too small, and it was located in a remote area and located on the border. It required iron-fisted power to govern a tribe, and of course it was necessary to treat and take care of special areas in policy. A small village with only a few hundred people, even if all the food is harvested and given to the ethnic group, how much can it be? Instead of using cruel means to destroy a small village, it is better to relax, give him enough rewards, make personal favors, and let Panshi Village develop.

Now it seems that the original approach was very correct. Facts prove that Tianhao was a qualified ruler. In just a few years, Panshi Village first became a city with a population of over 10,000, and then defeated the pig tribe in succession and collected a large number of people... Ninety-five... Haha, this digital game can only deceive the brainless fools. If the population of Panshi City does not exceed 100,000, I, Wu Peng, will pick out my eyes and dedicate them to the gods as a sacrifice.

Let him expand his power!

Anyway, all villages are built with all efforts in Panshi City, and there is no people or supplies or food within the Niu tribe. The king can add ten new villages and increase the ruling areas, and he can get more benefits in the future. Why not do it?

There were three years left for the tax exemption period that he had promised. Wu Peng was full of expectations for this. When Panshi City started paying taxes, what kind of surprise would Tianhao bring to himself?

The messenger left the National Master's Mansion with a satisfactory reply.

Wu Peng sat alone in a high-backed chair and fell into deep thought.

The windows were open, and the humid and hot air flowed through the room with the breeze. The large green area that penetrated out of the window made people feel happy. It felt so comfortable to be in a beautiful year, but Wu Peng knew very well that he was old, and the good mood caused by the good news gradually became dull, and the wrinkles stretched out on his forehead reoccupied their original position.

Tianhao is an excellent ruler.

He chose the pig man as the target of attack, which was very clever and would not arouse disgust or hostility from other tribes around him.

Now, the Panshi City, which has obtained tens of thousands of pigs, has become an important town on the border of the Niu tribe. With time, tens of thousands of elite heavy infantry can be dispatched there at any time.

But there is a headache.

Tianhao is affiliated with the Lei Niu tribe and is a subordinate of Niu Weibang.

The entire Leike District originally had 130,000 people, and the population of the capital Leike City was 70,000.

But now, the population of a Rock City is more than 100,000.
Chapter completed!