"I destroyed the Huns!!!"

Yang Gan said something and stunned the three of them.

"impossible!!!"

The patriarch roared suddenly.

"Although I'm not very willing, the Huns are very powerful and roaming all directions. The Jie tribe was their slaves before, and the Yue clan was defeated by them. How could it be destroyed by you?"

The other two strong men also looked disbelief and sneered at Yang Gan's words.

"Hehe, the Huns are so powerful, how could they be destroyed by you?"

"Yes, their population alone is more than one million, and with many soldiers, it is absolutely impossible not to exterminate the clan."

Yang Gan looked sarcastic. They didn't know that the Huns had been destroyed for so long. It can be seen that the people of the Dingling clan have always lived near Lake Baikal, and the news is blocked.

Moreover, they have no source of information, so it is easy to understand. The Dingling clan is isolated from the world, but it is true that the three grassland clans were destroyed by themselves.

The rest are some small tribes that are not as good as the climate. Those who obey themselves and those who do not obey their own management have long been thrown into slave camps and have never had the chance to turn things around in their lives.

After thinking for a while, Yang Gan asked, "Looking at your situation, I can hardly smelte copper and iron. Where did your bronze sword and iron products come from?"

The patriarch said without thinking, "In the past, we often used fish, lobsters and Huns to replace weapons, as well as iron items transported from distant countries."

Yang Gan said with slightest thought, “How long has the Huns not been engaged in trade with you.”

In one sentence, the three of them were stunned on the spot. It has been more than a year since they calculated the time.

The patriarch was not a fool, and he looked up again and again. When he saw Yang Gan's smiling face, he felt cold all over his body.

Even if the coal stove is not far away from me, I can't help but feel a lot of chills coming out of my heart.

The patriarch swallowed his saliva, and his movements became cautious and asked, "You really destroyed the Huns?"

Yang Gan found a comfortable position, leaned on the backrest, and said comfortably, "The Xiongnu, Jie tribe, and Yue clan have been destroyed by me."

"How is this possible? This is a population of millions. It can be destroyed no matter how you say it. This, this~~~" The patriarch widened his eyes, obviously incredible.

But if there was no accident in the Huns, why hasn't anyone come to trade with their tribe for so long?

I have already stocked up too many smoked fish from my tribe. If I can't come, I might break down when the summer comes next year.

Yang Gan smiled and said, "The three tribes beheaded a total of more than 110,000 people, captured more than 800,000 people as slaves. The remaining three tribes' populations are all distributed on the grassland and are controlled by our Daxia."

"Each tribe shall not exceed five thousand people, not more than a hundred horses, not possess too many bows and arrows, and if they are not subject to jurisdiction, they shall be demoted to slaves."

"Hiss~~~~!"

The three tribe leaders stared out their eyes. When they thought of the strength of the clan, the three of them immediately shrank their heads, and their identities seemed to be a little lower invisibly.

"I don't know what your identity is, whether Daxia is the vassal state of Xia in the Central Plains."

Although it is very far from the Central Plains, I have heard some information from the Xiongnu caravans.

A trace of splendor gradually appeared in Yang Gan's lazy expression, and Chrisna reached out to Yang Gan and introduced.

"This is Wu'an Jun, the governor of Yuntong County, Xia State's Yuntong County, General Zhenbei, Yang Gan, Yuntong County and Caoyuan are all under his command."

The patriarch was shocked. He didn't expect that the person who came had such rights. Although he didn't know the role of these positions, it was already amazing just in terms of the authority to manage the grassland.

"I would like to ask, did you destroy the three clans?" Maybe even the clan leader himself didn't know that after he learned about Yang Gan's strength, he even used it.

I have to say that in this era, in a bitter and cold place, I still value my own strength. The stronger you are, the more others will be afraid of you.

If you tell them what reason in such a place and don’t show your fists, you deserve it.

"That's right, I killed it together." Yang Gan nodded and admitted that because it was done by himself, he seemed very confident.

People on the grassland don’t know what it means to see through the leopard, but it does not prevent them from seeing some clues from the military ratio.

The discipline and equipment of the Five Hundred Xuanjia Army were deeply imprinted in the mind of the patriarch. Now I think about it, it is indeed a powerful force.

Even if there are 1,500 adults who have the power of the clan, they may not be opponents. Without the confidence, they will naturally start to speak timidly.

"I wonder, what kind of expensive things do you have in the North Sea when Wu'an Jun from Xia come to our Beihai?" The patriarch felt that he could not raise his head in front of Yang Gan with the strength of his tribe.

Don’t think bullying the weak and afraid of the tough is a derogatory term. This is the instinct of a living creature. In such a bitter and cold place, it is normal to be tight.

During the negotiations, Yang Gan learned a little about the Dingling clan. According to their housing data on the shore, there were only three to five thousand people.

But the Dingling clan knew nothing about Yang Gan, and sometimes ignorance was not necessarily a good thing, because those who are fearless are fearless.

So you must brighten your muscles. After illuminating your muscles, Yang Gan said lightly.

"After I was annihilated by me, all my territory within three thousand miles north of Baiyun Pass were my territory. According to principles, the Beihai should also be my territory of Daxia."

The patriarch's face changed and he said in a deep voice, "Wu'an Jun is strong, but Beihai is where we live for generations."

"You don't think that just five hundred people can drive us out of our ancestral land, do you?"

Yang Gan showed disdain, "He is afraid of hard things, but he is afraid of the Huns, not our Xia Kingdom. If I say that after the next year's entry into Xia, I will organize 100 teams, each with 500 people."

"Is it only in this way that the Beihai is summarized in our Xia Kingdom territory?"

The clan leader's face was as deep as water, and his already fair and white face suddenly turned pale.

"What should you do? According to what you said, Xia Kingdom is three thousand miles away from here. How can we manage this place? Besides, our Dingling clan is not the only tribe."

"I'm not afraid to tell you that our tribe has only three or five thousand people, just a small tribe. Within three thousand miles, there are many people from the Huns."

"But we, Dingling tribe, are also quite a few, just scattered in various places north of the grassland."

Yang Gan looked at him deeply and showed off directly, "I understand what you mean, but there should be only a dozen of your tribes nearby here."

"There are even several hostile groups. The houses found on the shore should be where you live in summer. Now you are stationed on the islands in the lake."

Yang Gan took a sip of wine and said, "The land, the lake is given by God, and I can't blame anyone."

The patriarch looked at Yang Gan in disbelief, his blue eyes widened.

"How is it possible? You have only been here for about half a month and have you figured out the situation here?"

Yang Gan waved his hand indifferently, "Tell you the truth, for us, occupation is just a name for us at such a long distance. In fact, we will not send troops at all."

"But I'm very interested in seal oil. If I can, I can give you what you need in exchange for seal oil."

"But you have to make sure that the seals in Lake Baikal cannot be killed at will. Once they are killed completely, it will be useless to me. I can even destroy it."

The patriarch understood that no matter what Yang Gan said now, he could only listen to it, not to mention that what others were saying was the truth, and the truth was generally not very good.

The patriarch wondered, "Seal Oil?"

"It's the fat meat of the sea lion beast." Yang Gan explained.

"I won't betray my tribe. What do you need me to do?" said the patriarch very simply.

Yang Gan nodded with satisfaction, "Every year I will send a caravan over. You will provide me with the fat of a hundred seals, and the people in the caravan will boil it into oil and water."

"Of course it's not easy to come. After seal skins and some fish are harvested, we also want to make dried fish that can be preserved for a long time."

After drinking a sip of wine, Yang Gan continued, "We can provide iron pots, fine salt, tea, medicines, and some silk fabrics, even warming supplies and fuel."

The patriarch suddenly opened his eyes wide. To be honest, there is actually no shortage of food to survive here.

But the most important thing is salt and medicine. Lake Baikal is a freshwater lake, and some salt can also be found nearby.

Unfortunately, they are all bitter and astringent, but fortunately they are not poisonous, so they can only barely eat them in order to survive. They are used to this for a long time, but if there are good things, why use the bad things?

Also, people here are generally not sick, not because of good sanitary conditions, but because of the low temperature that lasts for half a year, which makes some bacterial diseases almost gone, which is a great benefit for the bitter and cold place.

But once you get sick, a little bit worse, it means you are sentenced to death, and you are injured.

"Is the fine salt that the adults said as white as snow, without the slightest bitterness?"

Yang Gan said in surprise, "Do you know?"

The patriarch nodded and said, "We spent a lot of money to exchange a little with the Hun merchants. Even if I save on food, I will finish it long ago."

Yang Gan smiled and said, "I bought the fine salt from the Xiongnu side from me."

After saying a few words to Qin Xiangru to let her go out, not long after, Qin Xiangru walked in with a knife and handed it to Yang Gan.

"Swish~~~!"

Su Tie Dao was unsheathed, and the three tribe leaders suddenly changed their faces and thought to themselves, "This guy doesn't want to kill people, but~~ Isn't it a good deal now?"

"Pull out your sword~~~!"

The patriarch was unclear, so he could only stand up and carefully draw out the bronze sword.

"Swish".

A cold light flashed, and the bronze sword in the clan leader's hand had been cut off half. Yang Gan put the knife into the scabbard and threw it to him.

"I've given this knife to you."

The patriarch hugged Su Tiedao foolishly, and couldn't help but look at it halfway. The graceful and low patterns and the cold blade all told.

The performance of this knife is far beyond that of the bronze sword. It is a treasure sword that I have never seen in my life.

"Is it really giving it to me?"

"We Zhongyuan people don't lie. If you say you give it to you, you will give it to you. This is the first time we meet."
Chapter completed!