The way everyone's bodies were distorted made Yang Qian amused.

He smiled and said, "What's the matter? You haven't taken a shower for a long time and your body is itchy?"

"Fart, fart, we often bathe in hot springs, why are we itchy?" the leading man said with a red face.

Yang Gan scratched his head and several question marks popped up.

"Then what are you arguing about? Is this the habit of your nation or the habit of shamanism?"

"You, you have tied us up all day, and I need to pee~~~!"

The leading man yelled in embarrassment. According to his city, this should not be done, but people have three urgent needs, and holding it in for a whole day is considered awesome.

Yang Gan thought for a moment and said to Ran Jing, "Untie them. You are too stubborn. Do you really want to suffocate them to death?"

Ran Jing smiled and said, "Your Majesty, I guess this clan is not very big, so why do you attach so much importance to it? Even if the Xuanjia Army only has infantry, it is still no problem to massacre thousands of people."

Yang Qian said angrily, "Killing is not the goal. Achieving the goal without damage is the key. Hurry up."

"promise."

Ran Jing called a few soldiers and after untying everyone, they suddenly stopped moving and looked directly at Yang Qian.

Yang Gan frowned, glanced outside and said, "You guys have been untied, why don't you go pee? Do you want someone to serve you?"

The face of the leading man, who had been gradually improving, turned ugly in an instant, and he pointed outside in disbelief.

"If you ask us to pee outside now, aren't you asking us to die?"

"Haha~~!"

Yang Gan sneered and said, "There are so many things to do, I should have killed you earlier and saved a lot of things."

The leading man was not timid at all. After glancing at Yang Gan for a few times, he couldn't see his face clearly. After all, every time he went out, Yang Gan wore very thick clothes to avoid frostbite. He also wore a thick special sheepskin felt hat on his face. When it was covered, two eyes were exposed.

"Aren't you asking us to pee outside now? We will freeze to death!!!"

Yang Qian was stunned. He obviously had not thought about such a problem. There was a toilet in his tent.

Suddenly, he hurriedly asked Ran Jing, "How come our people are out of here? It's too cold outside. Is there any danger?"

Ran Jing said awkwardly, "Indeed, there is indeed a danger. When we first arrived, the temperature was quite good, so no one paid too much attention."

"Who would have thought it would get cold so fast here? A coachman woke up at night and went out to pee. Unexpectedly, he got too close to a dead tree and ended up freezing."

The corners of Yang Gan's eyes twitched fiercely, "No way, frostbite? You're not disabled, are you?"

Ran Jing waved his hands and said, "No, it was stuck to the dead tree. If I hadn't called someone, it would have frozen. Later, everyone came out to help, and a piece of skin was missing."

"Hiss~~~~!"

The hair on Yang Gan's whole body stood up. This thing was so cruel. Let alone experience it, just hearing it once made him tremble all over.

Thinking of this, she immediately asked someone to move a few toilets for everyone's convenience. Arina looked at everyone and gave a few men of the same race a fierce look.

The latter immediately asked everyone to turn their backs to her. After a while, the toilet was moved out and Yang Qian walked in again.

I saw everyone lying on the table, eating the food and wine he had prepared earlier.

"Is this wine? It tastes good, much better than kumiss."

"It tastes good? What's the use of it? It's not strong enough."

"Hmph, something for girls to drink."

Regardless of the rules, Yang Qian sat on a table with a golden sword, one foot still on it, exuding an unruly look.

Having dealt with the Huns a lot, he understood that rules and etiquette could only be played with by his own people. It would be useless to talk to them here, and they would only be despised.

It didn't take long for everyone to have enough to eat and drink, and a few men kept burping, touching their mouths full of oil and water, and then wiping their greasy hands on their bodies.

The corner of Yang Gan's mouth twitched fiercely when he saw it. No wonder, these people always smell bad, but it's no wonder that there is no smell in such a cold place.

Seeing that everyone had finished eating, Yang Qian said lightly, "Have you finished eating? How does the food taste?"

The leading man looked satisfied, patted his bulging belly and said with a smile, "It's really delicious. I've never eaten anything so delicious."

Others agreed, "Yes, it tastes better than sea lion meat."

Yang Gan looked curious, "What is a sea lion beast?"

A trace of disdain flashed through the eyes of the leading man, "The one you just came to hunt is called Sea Lion Beast."

"Cut~!"

Yang Qian thought he would see an animal he had never seen before, but he never expected that he was talking about seals. Pork stewed with sauce is much more delicious than seal meat.

How would you describe seal meat? It is similar to venison, but the texture is softer, but the strange sour taste is exactly the same.

According to Zhang Yumeng, this is caused by the excessive iodine smell.

At this time, Zhang Yumeng and Krisna opened the door and walked in. Zhang Yumeng was fine, as soon as Krisna came in.

A dozen people couldn't help but instinctively retreated. The pressure was too great, and the violent fighting was deeply imprinted in their hearts.

This person is a warrior, and it is estimated that even the bravest Huns they have ever seen are no match for her.

"How was the interrogation?" Zhang Yumeng asked.

"We were chatting just now. We haven't reviewed it yet. What's wrong? You don't seem to care much about this kind of thing, but you are very concerned about it today?"

Suddenly Zhang Yumeng was stunned for a moment, pointed at the prisoners and said, "Why are they all foreigners? Are there yellow people and white people?"

Yang Gan shrugged and said, "How could I know."

Zhang Yumeng sneered and said, "Huh, no matter who they are, I'm here for a vacation. They dare to ruin my vacation. Just kill them. I'm very angry now and the consequences will be serious."

"How about beheading them, cutting them in half, lighting sky lanterns, dripping wax, whipping them..."

Yang Qian licked the corner of her mouth, stopped her words immediately, and said depressedly, "The front part is normal, but what's the back part? The wax is dripping out? Are you planning to play SM?"

Zhang Yumeng was stunned, and said with a smile, "I'm used to it, but I accidentally exposed it."

Yang Qian now extremely doubts whether Zhang Yumeng was a star in his previous life. He was too wild.

"Boys, you've peed and eaten your meat. It's time to talk about who you are." The intimidation of Krisna's entrance shocked everyone. Seeing that the heat was about the same, Yang Gan finally revealed his fox tail.

Seeing Yang Qian being so unruly, a man couldn't help but said, "I tell you, we are from the Ding Ling tribe, and those who know how to do it will let us go."

"Yes, this is our territory, why do you come here and beat people?"

"Let me tell you, this is the Holy Land of the North Sea. The shaman will not let you go. The God of the North Sea will~~~!"

When a young man continued to babble, a palm as big as a cattail fan directly slapped him to the ground.

"Pfft~!"

Two broken teeth came out of his mouth, and his whole cheek suddenly swelled.

Yang Gan looked at Krisna in surprise, "Do you know Hunnic?"

Krisna shrugged and said, "No, I hit him just because I thought he talked too much."

Yang Qian gave a thumbs up and said, "This person can deal with people who are open and bright."

Zhang Yumeng frowned and said, "Dingling tribe? What kind of tribe is this? Why haven't I heard of it? It's true that we are not from the same world."

Yang Qian hadn't heard of it very much, and his mind was racing.

"No~!"

Yang Gan said in an uncertain tone, "Although I have never heard of it, I took a glance at it in the book Ancient Nomads."

"Oh? What's the origin? Did we really have this nation in our previous life?" Zhang Yumeng suddenly became energetic. Every time she discovered something different, she always became very energetic.

"Actually, there are not many historical documents from the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period. Many of them are speculations. The records are recorded around the third century BC, which was the Warring States Period."

"The Dingling people were nomadic in the Beihai area. Later, some of the Dingling tribes gradually spread. The Dingling tribes that spread to different places blended with other local tribes in culture and language, forming many new ethnic groups."

"Beihai? Is this here?" Zhang Yumeng asked.

Yang Gan nodded and said, "Lake Baikal is actually the name of the grassland. In ancient times, it was usually called Beihai. It was actually the place where Su Wu herded sheep during the Han Dynasty."

“The Dinling tribe migrating north crossed the Ural Mountains and intersected with the local ethnic groups to form a new ethnic group—the Samodi people, today’s Nenets people. They still partially retain shamanism and raise deer. Primitive traditions such as fishing and hunting.”

"The Dingling tribe who migrated southward were roughly distributed from the Greater Khingan Mountains to the upper reaches of the Irtysh River, and gradually formed the "Tiele" tribe. They were also called "Cele" because they lived in the Chile River area chasing water and grass. .”

"At the same time, the Tiele people like to use high-wheel carts, so they are also called high carts."

"Later, it seems that they were conquered by the Xiongnu. After the Xiongnu were defeated, they surrendered to Xianbei."

Yang Gan nodded as he spoke, and finally let out a long sigh, "Oh, that's all I remember. Mainly because this nation is relatively old and the historical records are really good."

"In addition to the nomadic peoples, fishing and hunting peoples, if there is no founding of a country, there are generally very few historical documents handed down."

Zhang Yumeng's eyes lit up and he said with slight admiration, "You really know a lot."

Yang Gan waved his hand proudly and said casually, "What's the point? I couldn't make money from this knowledge in my previous life. Alas, I didn't expect that I would actually use it now."

"How many people are there in Ding Ling? We can't defeat them." Zhang Yumeng was still more concerned about his own comfort.

Originally I thought there would be no one here, but now an additional ethnic group has come out. This is no small matter. If it is a big ethnic group, it is very common for hundreds of thousands of people to come out.

Yang Gan smiled and said, "Actually, you don't have to worry about who will fight in the cold winter months. Eat enough to hold on. Besides, nomads generally live according to tribes."

"There can't be too many people living in one place. Once there are too many people, there will be no food supply, and we won't be able to feed them. I estimate that tens of thousands of people will die."

Zhang Yumeng was stunned and immediately said nervously, "Tens of thousands of people? Wow, Yang Qian, your mouth seems to have eaten garlic now, you have a big breath."
Chapter completed!