"Ouch~~~!" Your uncle Peisiji took out the iron knife and kept playing with it.

"You are my son, can't you see this situation?" Your uncle Peisiji's face was indifferent, he could only look at the sword in his hand, his eyes showing shock.

Maybe he didn't expect anything from his younger son's daily performance. Because he had no expectations, there was no disappointment.

Wu Qige said excitedly, "I don't know what the situation is. I only know that they only have five hundred people, and we have more than a thousand warriors. No matter how we fight, we will win."

Your uncle Peisiji glanced at him and said, "It's better to give up this idea. The knife in my hand is worth more than our entire tribe."

"Impossible!" Wu Qige couldn't listen to anything now, because in his opinion, a knife is just a knife, no matter how valuable it is, it is just a knife.

Your uncle Peisi Ji sneered, "Not only can we not make such a weapon, not even the Huns can make it, at least none of the tribes I know can make such a thing."

"Although we are in a cooperative relationship now, in fact, we are surrendered to Lord Wu'an. If you have the most precious thing, will you give it to outsiders or people who surrender to you?"

Wu Qige was stunned and said, "Of course I won't give it to others. I must keep the good things for myself."

Your uncle Peisiji nodded and said, "That's right. This kind of precious sword is a common thing among them."

Your uncle Peisi Ji sighed deeply, "It's a pity that we are a little far away and can't see their armor clearly, but once, their weapons, armor, and arrowheads are all made of this metal."

"Then once my clan becomes an enemy of Lord Wu'an, even if nearly four thousand of my clan come together to attack him, we may not be able to kill even one of him."

Wu Qige's eyes widened with a ghostly expression on his face, but he must not be able to swallow this sigh of relief when the woman he had promised was snatched away.

The right uncle Peisiji took a piece of cowhide and quickly cut out many pieces of leather with his knife. Twenty pieces of cowhide were stacked on top of each other.

The knife slashed down, and with a flash of cold light, the twenty layers of cowhide were directly cut in two.

Wu Qige suddenly stood up with a look of shock on his face. After being stunned for a moment, he quickly picked up the cowhide and checked the wound.

I saw that the wound of the cowhide was smooth and neat, and it obviously still had some strength left.

Leather armor needs to be tanned. Although the cooked cowhide has not been tanned, he understands better than anyone the meaning of being able to cut through twenty layers.

This means that not only the clan, but also all the leather armor of the entire Ding Ling clan cannot withstand this sword.

Your uncle Peisi Ji glanced at him and said, "Although I don't have any expectations for you, I don't want you to do stupid things to trouble Lord Wu An, otherwise if you cause me a catastrophe of genocide, even if he doesn't

If I kill you, I will kill you too."

Wu Qige trembled all over, lowered his head, and walked out in despair.

The long hair on his forehead hung down, covering his cheeks, and the unwillingness, viciousness, and violence in his eyes finally turned into a cry of helplessness. This was the difference in strength.

This is also the reason why Yang Qian is not afraid of the tribes here at all. The gap in equipment and discipline is too huge, and this is no different from a dimension reduction attack.

Not long after, the wind and snow gradually picked up, and a sled suddenly set off from the tribe's residence in the back direction.

On a large island far away from the Youshu Peisij tribe, another tribe is stationed.

After driving for an hour, a travel-worn man shook off the thick snow on his body. At this time, several people walked out of the camp entrance without pulling out their weapons.

Wearing a bloated leather jacket, he asked, "Who are you? What business do you have in our tribe?"

Wu Qige said in a deep voice, "I am Wu Qige from the Peisi tribe, your uncle. I want to see your clan leader."

A big man looked strange and said, "The relationship between our two tribes is not very good. It is very strange for the young chief to come to our tribe."

At this time, a big man walked out and said displeasedly to his subordinates, "He is the young patriarch of the Siji tribe and he has no rules."

Then he said coldly, "Wu Qige, although our two tribes occasionally conflict, I respect you as the young clan leader. I hope you will behave yourself and come in with me."

Wu Qige breathed a long sigh of relief and walked resolutely inside.

A few days later, the huge tent at Yang Gan camp.

There were two coal stoves lit inside, and a dozen people were sitting there, with a group of young women dancing in the middle.

Yang Qian sat on the main seat, leaning sideways with his arms with a helpless look on his face, occasionally yawning.

Your uncle Peisiji frowned, and a smile appeared on his face: "Your Majesty, although we are only a small clan, there are still some young women in the clan. It is freezing here, and it is very enjoyable to watch singing and dancing. ."

"Well, that's right. Chief Siji is interested. I'm just bored. But you have lived here for a long time, so you may be used to the life here."

"But I'm one of those rare people. We don't have such a vast grassland or the most beautiful lake in the world, so even if I soak in hot springs every day, I won't get tired of it."

Yang Gan's praise made Si Ji couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. Beihai was no longer just a lake in the eyes of all Ding Ling people.

It has gone beyond an ordinary totem and is more like a spiritual pillar.

"Alas~~~!" A sigh came from beside him.

Yang Gan glanced at Zhang Yumeng and asked in Chinese language, "What's the matter? Do you feel bored?"

Zhang Yumeng also had a look of despair on his face, "I wouldn't have come if I had known it earlier. It's just singing and dancing. It's like a Maori war song, and~~~"

Zhang Yumeng pointed at these women one by one, "Look, where did they find these old green onions? Their physiques look like they went to collect debts."

Cao Wushuang and the others found it a novelty, but for Yang Qian and Zhang Yumeng who came from the 21st century, this kind of singing and dancing was simply torture.

Although the dancers are not very old, their physiques are similar to those of brown bear country aunts. If you hadn't seen their faces, you would have thought they were wrestlers who were preparing to assassinate them.

Yang Qian said with a helpless smile, "We are guests at the door. Since others greet us with a smile, we can't refute his face."

To be honest, if Lake Baikal was closer, 1,500 or 1,000 miles away, Yang Gan would pay the price to win this place no matter what.

But the distance of three thousand miles is really out of reach. Forcibly expropriating this place will not only bring no benefits, but will even slow down the development of Yuntong County, making the gains outweigh the losses.

Your uncle Peisi asked in confusion, "Your Majesty, I have something I don't know whether to ask."

Yang Gan sneered and said, "Why are you so polite? If you have anything to say, just say it."

"Although Arina is a member of our tribe, she is not the most beautiful in our tribe. Why do you want her? If you need a woman, there are more beautiful women in our tribe. If your Majesty wants it, we can offer it to you." ."

Yang Gan looked at his right uncle Peisiji with an expressionless face, while his uncle Peisiji suppressed the smile on his face, and the atmosphere gradually became solemn.

After a while, a trace of sweat gradually appeared on the forehead of the right uncle Peisiji.

Suddenly Yang Qian's smile burst out, and his right uncle Peisiji also smiled instantly.

Yang Qian raised his glass with kumiss and drank it all in one gulp: "Chief Siji, what do you think I look like?"

"Gudu~!"

The right uncle Peisi swallowed his saliva, is this considered a proposition? Men don't like others to say they are beautiful, but the person in front of him is one of the most beautiful people he has ever seen.

After thinking about it, it was because of the personality of the prairie people that Si Ji said straightforwardly, "Your Majesty is one of the most beautiful people I have ever seen in my life."

Yang Gan nodded with satisfaction. He didn't lie and was very honest. Not bad. He smiled and said, "Who is the other beautiful person?"

Your uncle Peisi smiled and said, "Of course it's the guys around you."

Yang Gan glanced to the side and said with a smile, "The Siji clan leader is a wonderful man."

Yang Gan reached out and took the wine glass in front of his right uncle Peisiji, poured him a glass of wine and handed it over.

"Clan Chief Siji may not be aware that in our Central Plains vassal states, some people are responsible for managing internal affairs, while others are responsible for commanding the army."

"And I am a military commander. My identity is gained by killing enemies. As a military commander, no matter when I see a man or a woman, my first thought is whether this person can be used by me."

"Arina's eyesight is amazing. Such a person is the best choice for a scout in the military and can serve our army."

Your uncle Peisi Ji was surprised and said, "Although our tribe can fight on horseback, we will not let women serve as soldiers. How can we stump the princes of the Central Plains?"

Yang Gan waved his hand and said, "We in the vassal states of the Central Plains have never had the habit of women joining the army. At most, when we are defending the city, we organize a strong women's camp and women lead the troops in battle. Only the army led by me can do this."

Your uncle Peisiji looked at Yang Qian with admiration at this time. Such a weak man was actually a soldier. He thought he was born noble and relied on his ancestors to get to the position.

Your uncle Peisi Ji breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Your Majesty, our Ding Ling tribe has always been free and unrestrained. Arina is still young. I hope you will bear with me."

Yang Gan nodded and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I'm very patient. By the way, if you have any talents here, you can introduce them to me."

Your uncle Peisi Ji smiled bitterly and said, "Your Majesty, you think highly of us. After the winter in Beihai, there are dozens of tribes stationed densely."

"There must be talents, but those who are capable are unruly and will hardly listen to others except the leader of their own clan."

Yang Qian pursed his lips, tilted his head, and said calmly, "Chief Siji, do you know who is the best?"

"Huh? I don't know. Please tell me, Your Majesty." Your uncle Peisi shook his head.

He has never thought about this kind of problem. The tribe is too small and the position is too big to accommodate. If a powerful person comes, where will he stay?

Yang Gan said, "I think two types of talents are the best. One is those who are loyal to me, and the other is those who are dead. After all, if they are not my people, they are my enemies. Don't kill them." , is it possible to stay and become an enemy?"

Your uncle Peisi was shocked, with waves of astonishment appearing on his face, "Can't we be friends?"
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