The blessing of Mi Jiang was finally fooled by the matter of offering sacrifices to heaven. Zhao Hongrun and Gong and Luo all joined blood in alliance with the tribes of Gong and Luo.

Taking the blood of the most precious sheep of the Yai tribe as a guide, Zhao Hongrun and the tribe leaders cut their thumbs and dripped the blood into the vessel filled with the blood of the Yai sheep.

After all the tribe leaders finished their blood, Halegohe, the leader of the Aries tribe, solemnly handed the big bowl to Zhao Hongrun.

After all, the Wei State is the leader of the alliance, so naturally the first sip of Zhao Hongrun, who is the representative, symbolizes his dominance.

I hope these people don't have any blood diseases...

As he prayed secretly, Zhao Hongrun gritted his teeth and picked up the bowl, dipped his lips slightly in the blood in the bowl, and immediately put it down.

It’s not that he had bad intentions. The problem is that the clan leaders were all in their forties. Due to the conditions in the Sanchuan land, they were smelly. Zhao Hongrun forced himself to take a sip of the sheep blood mixed with the uncle’s blood. It was already quite amazing that he could touch his lips.

In contrast, the pain of cutting the thumb is nothing.

But there is no way, because this is the most sacred and solemn oath among the three tribes of Qi, Jie and Qi. The meaning is probably because after drinking blood wine, they all have each other's blood in their bodies, so they can be honest with each other as brothers.

It is worth mentioning that because he does not want to be excluded from the Luoshui Alliance, Wuwu, the young leader of the Qingyang tribe, after Zhao Hongrun's approval, used a special example to replace his father Amutu, and joined the Luoshui Alliance with Zhao Hongrun and other tribe leaders.

Although he was a self-decision regardless of the consequences, I believe that after learning the truth of the matter, Amutu would not blame his son, but would only think that Wuwu was an excellent successor in decisiveness.

Because it was a ceremony to sacrifice to heaven, the people of the Yi tribe generously took out a total of twelve treasures of sacred sheep for sacrifice, including three in one place and nine in one place in the Wei tribe. It was not for other reasons. This was just because the three were the noble numbers in the Yi tribe culture, probably the meaning of heaven, earth, and man. On the Wei tribe, because the culture of other Central Plains countries was imported, the Wei people regarded nine as the most noble numbers, just like other Central Plains countries.

That's all.

Through this sacrifice, Zhao Hong also discovered something.

That is the sage. The sages are passionate about faith. Although their sages have not reached the level of fanaticism, from the sages, the actions of the sages and the people of the sages crawling on the ground from the bottom of their hearts, it can be seen that these sages are two nations with very strong faith.

Generally, nations with such beliefs cannot completely surrender with force alone.

However, during this period, Zhao Hongrun also found some signs that made him laugh and cry.

For example, since Mi Jiang exaggeratedly staged arson trick, the eyes of the people of the two tribes of the Wei people have obviously different views.

Their eyes were mixed with awe.

Even Zhao Hongrun could hear some speechless remarks that made him feel speechless. It turned out that Wei was a country protected by the God of Fire. No wonder they could drive the heavenly fire that could not even be extinguished by the sky water. Or those people were obviously not the opponent of the witches of Wei, no wonder we could not defeat Wei.

And Zhao Hongrun sighed secretly in response to this.

He had a premonition that he would defeat the Jiejiao tribe in the future and solve the problem in the Sanchuan land. After returning to Daliang, the Ministry of Rites would definitely invite him to talk after hearing these rumors.

After all, the only god who believes in the Kingdom of Wei is the Heavenly Father and Earthly Mother. He does not believe in the God of Fire, the God of Fire and the God of Water. That is the belief of both Chu and Ba. Zhao Hongrun mistakenly chose Mi Jiang to assist Qiu Yu, which caused misunderstandings among the people of the Sanchuan Tribe. In a sense, this is considered a slander of the Great Wei sacrificial service and a serious crime.

However, it is gratifying that the Luoshui Alliance was finally formed successfully. From today on, the tribes of Wei, Gong and Luo will become strong allies. Then, some tribes in the Sanchuan area that are good at Wei are gradually absorbed in the future. Then, Wei will no longer need to worry about the border defenses in the west in the future. Even if a war breaks out with South Korea, there is no need to worry about being attacked from all sides.

"It's finally over."

After returning to the felt tent in Luocheng, Zhao Hongrun stretched comfortably. After all, he had been standing by the Luoshui River for almost a day and was already exhausted.

"(Yi clan language) Ji Run, is your hand still bleeding?"

Una lifted the tent and walked in, holding a bone pot in her hand, which might be a can made of a sheep's leg bone or some other bone.

Maybe it was because I had just reached a covenant and was in a good mood. Zhao Hongrun joked in a clan language: "It's not the thumb that drips blood, but my heart... You don't know, I mustered up the courage to take a sip of the blood of the clan leaders. Ah, when I think back, my heart is about to drip again... Those clan leaders and uncles are so smelly. If it were my Una's blood, I would have dripped down..."

"Hehe." Wu Na was amused by Zhao Hongrun and said with a smile: "That is the most sacred oath alliance of our clan. The patriarchs were serious when they were in the alliance. Who was like you, and they still had time to think about these messy things..." As she said that, she opened the medicine jar and applied a green ointment from the jar to Zhao Hongrun's already condensed thumb wound.

"What is this?" Zhao Hongrun frowned because he smelled the ointment a little pungent, a very pungent smell of grass.

"(大子) This is a ointment made by our tribe using herbal medicines. It can quickly stop bleeding and heal the wound." Wuna explained, and then reminded Zhao Hongrun: "There will be a little itchy, but you can't scratch it, otherwise the wound will still leave scars if it doesn't heal."

Zhao Hongrun looked at his thumb with suspicion, which had applied ointment.

Not to mention, as Una said, not long after, Zhao Hongrun felt a sensation of itchyness coming from his thumb. He knew that this was a sign of flesh revitalization and the wound was healing.

This medicine is...unexpectedly strong.

Zhao Hongrun took the bone jar, and after thinking for a while, he said to Una: "Does the structure of every tribe know how to make ointments?"

"(大子) Yes, in the past, when the tribe members were injured, they were all made with ointments, which were effective."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Hongrun asked, "If I say, please make more ointments like this, is it OK?"

"(大子) Yes, how much do you want? I will go back and talk to the people of our tribe."

"It's a lot, a lot, and a lot."

"(Yi tribe) Then... I can't make the decision. The people in our Qingyang tribe don't have time to make so many ointments... By the way, Ji Run, you can find other tribes. The people in our Ya Tribe usually make these ointments. But Ji Run, what do you want so many ointments for?"

Of course, it is allocated to the soldiers on the front line...

Zhao Hongrun sighed quietly. As the commander who led the troops to fight twice, he naturally knew the great help that a can of herbal ointment that could quickly stop bleeding and heal the wounds could have.

While Zhao Hongrun was thinking about this, Halegohe, the leader of the Aries tribe of the Yai tribe, Meng Liang, the leader of the Meng tribe of the Yai tribe, and Wuwu, the young leader of the Qingyang tribe of the Yai tribe, came to the felt tent together.

These three people came to report to Zhao Hongrun to the end of the alliance for sacrifice to heaven. In addition, they also asked Zhao Hongrun to ask him about the specific location of the monument erecting on the Luoshui River to record the current prosperous era, as well as the words carved on the stone monument.

"You can do this matter if you want to do it. Didn't you draw a swearing for you? It's okay to carve it directly as this."

After saying that, Zhao Hongrun showed the bone jar in his hand to the three of them and asked, "In addition, I hope to join this in your trading items."

Halegoh took the bone can, opened the can and took a look, and asked unexpectedly: "King Su wants this?"

"Is it very difficult?" Zhao Hongrun asked in confusion.

Hallegoh shook his head and said, "It is not difficult to make such ointments. On the contrary, basically all the people of the tribes of the heavenly tribe will..."

"Our Di tribe can do it, too." Meng Liang, the leader of the Meng tribe, glanced at Halegohe and interrupted.

"Yes, yes." Halegohe smiled and nodded, then said to Zhao Hongrun: "Because it is an easy thing to make, because the tribes do not make too much except for some of them for the injured tribesmen... And, over time, the medicinal properties of this thing will disappear and will not have any effect."

It turns out to be a matter of shelf life...

Zhao Hongrun suddenly realized, then frowned and asked, "How long can it be preserved?"

"At most half a year."

Half a year...

Zhao Hongrun was a little disappointed. After all, if he wanted to stock up on a large scale of such ointments for the front-line army, half a year would not be enough.

"I will think about it again... By the way, you three are not here specifically for the purpose of erecting monuments, right?"

Hearing this, Halegohe and Meng Liang looked at each other, and the latter lowered his voice and said, "King Su, the Lun family sent out, and my Meng family's soldiers, have found out the movement of the Jiejiao tribe army... Because the other party did not know that we had formed an alliance with King Su, our soldiers took the opportunity to investigate the number of Jiejiao tribe army."

"Speak and listen."

"There are about 50,000 soldiers riding horses, and there are about 200,000 slaves. What's worse, as the army of the Jiejiao tribe comes along the way, there are many Yi tribes where they pass by, and the Yi tribe has chosen to assist the Jiejiao tribe..."

"In other words, the number of enemy troops is more than 250,000?"

"Yes!" said the head of Meng Liang with a serious expression.

...

Zhao Hongrun slowly put away the smile on his face and asked carefully: "The purpose of the three is..."

To his surprise, Halegohe and Meng Liang looked at each other and said in unison: "The Jiejiao tribe comes with a large army. The army under King Su is less than 50,000. They are weak and may not be able to support themselves. Therefore... Please lead our Luoshui coalition forces to fight the Jiejiao tribe's army!"

"You also know that this battle is no longer just a war between Wei and Jiejiao."

Meng Liang said from the side.

Zhao Hongrun opened his mouth. Although he knew the reason, he still felt a joy that he felt as if he was knocked out by a pie.

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Chapter completed!