The originally spacious and handsome tent seemed to be covered with a layer of dark clouds. Ye Zhao sat on the Hu bed that originally belonged to Mohan, and there were still unfinished wine and meat on the table. Ye Zhao didn't dislike it. He grabbed a piece of roasted lamb and chewed it in big mouths.

From last night to now, although he has not participated in the battle himself, he has always been in the middle of command. Not only has he not slept for a night, but he has not touched the water. Even though these meats have become cold and even have some strange smell, Ye Zhao also ate them with relish. He had even eaten rotten bread in his previous life, but only roasted lamb for a day. It was a delicacy that could make people fight for bloody food in the early days of the last days of the last days of the previous life and before the human order was reorganized.

With a sip of wine, Ye Zhao looked at Guan Hai and Ding Li who were following in and smiled and said, "I asked the soldiers to eat in batches. The Mohan tribe's family's wealth is solid."

Ye Zhao didn't look at the more than a dozen tribal leaders, and threw two lamb legs to Guan Hai and Ding Li and smiled and said, "I did a good job today."

"Thank you, lord." Guan Hai and Ding Li took the lamb leg, and did not pretentiously, and ate it in big mouthfuls.

A group of Xianbei people were silent, and the cloud-like aura enveloped the handsome tent. Looking at Ye Zhao holding the meat with relish, many people felt a little hungry in their stomachs, but at this moment, no one dared to speak. They looked at Ye Zhao and the other two feasted, swallowing their saliva involuntarily.

"Master, the body has been burned, and the warriors of our tribe are chasing the remaining people of the Mohan tribe." After a quarter of an hour, he dug the bald curtains and walked in with a cold air, bowed to Ye Zhao and said.

"It's done well. Since Mohan is dead, his tribe is probably going to disperse. This is the internal affairs of you Wuhuan people. What should you do, please do it yourself." Ye Zhao finally took a half full meal, patted his stomach with satisfaction, raised his wine bowl and took a sip, and said lightly.

"Here!" Jutu bowed to Ye Zhao respectfully, his eyes flashed with an uncontrollable joy, and he bowed to leave.

Until Jutu left, Ye Zhao looked at the crowd of people and said, "Everyone, let's sit down, my great man is a country of etiquette. As long as he is a friend, we will treat each other with courtesy."

Although many leaders nodded respectfully, they were full of complaints in their hearts. They were asked to watch Ye Zhao and the other two eat for a long time, but they could only watch. Even if there was no such way of treating guests on the grassland, this is also called a country of etiquette?

However, no one dares to say this. Not to mention that people are now serving as the slaughter and me, these Xianbei-headed tribes are scattered tribes from the Danhanshan generation.

Seeing that no one answered, Ye Zhao didn't care. He leaned lazily on Hu's bed and looked at everyone and said, "The slaughter tribe originally belonged to Aguli, I believe everyone is familiar with this."

A group of Xianbei leaders looked at Ye Zhao in confusion, not understanding why he suddenly said this.

"As far as I know, during the Aguli period, his tribe had a population of only 500 at the beginning, and there were not many cattle and sheep. He lived in this area of ​​Danhan Mountain, and every winter, many herders and animals would starve to death."

Ye Zhao looked at the Xianbei heads and smiled and said as if chatting: "But now? Even if Aguli was killed with bad intentions, a large number of tribe spirits died. Jutu succeeded Aguli as the heads, and his tribe still had 6,000 people. So what if Mohan looked down on him? In terms of strength, just in a short time, three years, two years, or even shorter, his tribe will soon recover its strength when it is engaged in trade with my Macheng. Do you know why this is?"

A group of Xianbei heads looked at Ye Zhao in confusion, not understanding what Ye Zhao wanted to say. A middle-aged man hesitated for a moment and bowed and said, "It's because the bald man is loyal to the adults, and has the support of the adults..."

"Wrong!" Ye Zhao shook his head: "I have never accepted his allegiance. What I did was just to communicate with the bald tribes. They used their cattle, sheep, war horses and even population to exchange for brocade, food and salt. That's all, I didn't intend to interfere in the grassland. I am a great Han official, not the leader of your grassland, and there is no need to interfere in the disputes within your grassland."

Some smart people already vaguely know what Ye Zhao wants to do.

"Similarly, you are all people who make a living on the grassland. I think you should know better than me that in winter, animals will freeze to death. You don't have enough food to survive the winter, and you don't have cloth to keep the cold. People may freeze to death. As long as you are willing to trade with my horse city, I can guarantee that your tribe will have fewer and fewer things in the future." Ye Zhao smiled and said, "I like to make friends very much. Grassland men, and people with true nature. I am also willing to make friends with you, but I don't know if you are willing to make friends with me?"

A group of tribe leaders fell silent when they heard this. What Ye Zhao said was very tempting. Whether it was Aguli before or Dao now, it was a good proof. However, they were Xianbei people after all, and they had never thought about doing business before.

Looking at the crowd of people who didn't speak, Ye Zhao shook his head and smiled: "Of course, is it important to make friends? It's important to make friends. If you don't want to, Ye will not force him and you can leave."

When the leaders heard this, their eyes lit up. They came here to make friends with Mohan. Now that Mohan is dead, they have made friends with Ye Zhao. Maybe one day the Xianbei and Han people will start a war, and they will suffer first. At that moment, a young Xianbei leader immediately stood up and bowed and said, "I am very willing to make friends with the adults, but I am not the only one in the tribe. Therefore, this matter needs to be discussed with everyone."

Ye Zhao spread his hands and nodded, "It's reasonable, Ali, send this leader to the road."

"Here!" Ding Li nodded and strode to the head man with a surprise look. Without waiting for the man to speak, he pulled out the sword at his waist expressionlessly, and cut off his head with a knife in the man's horrified gaze.

The bloody smell spread in the handsome tent. Ye Zhao wiped the blood on his face and shook his head and said, "This world is either a friend or an enemy. Since you can't be a friend, Ye has never been ruthless to the enemy. Everyone, if you want to leave, leave as soon as possible."

The heads looked at the headless corpse lying on the ground. The head was still filled with shock and reluctance on his face. At this moment, no one dared to say he would leave.

In the end, the middle-aged man who was still talking before bowed to Ye Zhao and said, "I am willing to make friends with adults and communicate with you."

Ye Zhao nodded with satisfaction, pointed to the corpse on the ground and said, "Yes, we have an old saying in Zhongyuan, saying that those who know the current affairs are heroes, and his tribe is yours. This is considered some of the funding for my friends by me, and I accept it with a smile."

"Thank you!" The middle-aged man took a deep breath, suppressed the joy in his heart, and bowed.

"Sir, I hope my tribe will allow my tribe to communicate with Macheng." Seeing that the middle-aged man gained profit, the others could not sit still and asked Ye Zhao for trade, either really moved by interests or wanted to get away with it. Anyway, after leaving this camp and the huge grassland, could Ye Zhao really dare to lead his troops alone to go deeper?

"It's a headache." Ye Zhao rubbed his eyebrows, stretched out his hand and pressed it, and the heads suddenly fell silent.

"I do like to make friends, but..." Ye Zhao looked at everyone and smiled and said, "There are not many friends, but sincerity. You have seen my sincerity, but have you seen your sincerity... I have not seen it yet."

"Please show me." The leaders bowed quickly, with surprisingly consistent attitudes.

"Very good." Ye Zhao nodded and said, "If we want to join the green forest of Central Plains, we need to vote for a letter of fame."

Guan Hai, who was standing beside him, was puzzled. He was born in the Green Forest, why hadn't he heard this word?

Ye Zhao said slowly, "I just counted it. In addition to the one lying on the ground and the one who had expressed sincerity just now, there are fifteen heads. There are a few more. I can only allow five of the remaining people to be qualified to make friends with the officials. As for the remaining ten people, their tribes will be incorporated into the five tribes. But I think those ten people will never give up easily. Instead of trouble in the future, it would be better to bring their heads now as the letter of your name to become your friends, and their tribes will be distributed equally to your friends. What do you think?"

"It's too much!" A tribe leader raised his head, looked at Ye Zhao fiercely, pulled out his battle knife, and said sternly: "Everyone fights with him!"

"Puff~"

Almost at the same time, a blade rushed out of his chest, bringing out a bunch of blood. In the man's incredible gaze, two other battle knives cut off his arm holding the knife with one knife, and the other knife chopped off his head.

"Roar~"

After a brief tranquility, in the huge tent of the commander, the remaining fourteen Xianbei leaders suddenly shouted and killed each other. Guan Hai and Ding Li quickly pulled out their weapons and protected Ye Zhao.

The battle of the fifteen people was very short, and it was less than a cup of tea. In the tent, except for Ye Zhao and the other three and the middle-aged man who surrendered to him before, only four people were left standing in front of Ye Zhao.

"It's obvious that there are five, but now there are only four left. What a pity..." Ye Zhao shook his head and looked at the scarred four people and smiled: "Congratulations, from now on, we are friends. Now, you can accept the sincerity of this official. The tribes of these people will be divided by you five. As for how to divide... the same sentence is, I will not interfere in the grassland affairs, so you will discuss how to divide them yourself."

"Thank you!" Five Xianbei head men bowed to Ye Zhaoyi with ugly expressions. Seeing that no one stopped him, they left one after another, found their war horses as fast as possible, and ran towards their tribe.
Chapter completed!