Hu Chuquan asked sternly, as if he was maintaining his last dignity.

Yan Xing did not answer his question, but came to Huchuquan with Yu Fuluo's golden sword. Before Huchuquan could speak again, he had already swung his arm and slashed it down with a sword wind.

The blade split the rope between Hu Chuquan's hands. Yan Xing moved the blade away and took a wooden bowl from the table, which contained fresh cheese. The wooden bowl was slowly handed to Hu Chuquan.

"This is the cheese from your grassland."

The fierce light in Hu Chuquan's eyes moved from Yan Xing's face to the wooden bowl in his hand. He was a little hesitant, but he thought of the opponent's skillful technique of chopping the knife just now, and the enemy soldiers carrying soldiers outside the tent, but Hu Chuquan, who was loosened from his hands, gave up his futile resistance after weighing the pros and cons.

If the other party wants to kill him, there is no need to use a bowl of cheese.

Hu Chuquan thought so, and directly moved his numb arms, then reached out to take the wooden bowl from Yan Xing's hand, raised his neck, and swallowed all the fresh and thick cheese from the wooden bowl into his stomach.

"Ah!" Hu Chuquan, whose lips had already been dry and chapped, let out a long and comfortable sigh.

But he quickly stopped his voice because the other hand of the enemy general who handed the cheese pressed the blade of the Shanyu Golden Knife against his throat.

Hu Chuquan looked at the golden knife in front of him and smiled bitterly, with a sense of desolation in his tone.

"It's a pleasure to be able to drink the cheese of your own cattle and sheep before you die!"

Yan Xing looked at the stout Hun man and began to ask his first question.

"Your brother is gone, his guards wear his fur, bring his golden sword, and lead the pursuers away for him, but he also abandons his tribe, and you."

Hu Chuquan could understand Chinese language, so he snorted coldly and did not speak.

The Huns were unfavorable in the attack and battle, and they never felt ashamed of escaping. Therefore, their pursuit of profit is like a gathering of birds; their confusion and clouds disintegrate.

Yufuluo was extremely fierce when commanding the battle, but once the situation was irreversible, he would withdraw faster than anyone else.

Unlike the Han people's "respecting reputation and recklessness", the Huns have always regarded life and death much more seriously than other things. Those who survive are the real hopes of these people.

"I heard that in addition to your Xiongnu people, Xihe County also has the Zuomen and the Tuge Hu tribes. Among them, those Tuge Hu tribes are descendants of Xiu Tu people, and the most powerful of the Hu tribes today?"

Hu Chuquan glared at Yan Xing coldly, turned his head away, and still ignored him.

Yan Xing asked his third question.

"Do you think Yufuluo will flee to massacre the various tribes?"

Hearing this, Hu Chuquan, who had been silent, suddenly turned his head and stared at the enemy general who asked repeatedly. After a while, he suddenly raised his head and made a crazy laugh. He shook his head and said proudly:

"Han family, are you afraid too? Then I will tell you that my brother will definitely go to the slaughter tribes. They will kill you all the people of the Huns, and use your blood to pay tribute to the ancestors of the Huns. Your heads will be made into vessels as wine glasses for celebrations and celebrations, and your wives will be—"

Hu Chuquan's crazy shouting suddenly stopped. A hole was cut from his neck by the golden knife in Yan Xing's hand, and blood was constantly coming out of the wound.

Huchuquan could even feel the blood carrying his body temperature flowing down his neck and towards his chest.

"Did you ever think that your brother is dead?"

After the clamor of Huchuquan came to an abrupt end, Yan Xing's voice sounded again.

"impossible!"

Hu Chuquan roared with a ferocious expression, but soon he couldn't speak in pain because it touched the wound on his neck.

"Why is it impossible?"

Yan Xing sneered and asked back:

"Didn't you think in your heart that maybe your brother died, you are the Khan of the Huns, maybe there will be no powerful Tu Gehu, nor will there be no resistance Chinese people like the Julong tribe, Juqu tribe, and Sazu tribe."

"Even, everything about your brother is yours, and all the Hun tribes are yours!"

When Hu Chuquan heard this, his body suddenly shook. His eyes were cracked and his eyes were almost bleeding. He opened his eyes desperately and stared at the strange enemy general who spoke in front of him with a shocking words.

He wanted to see clearly whether this was a deceptive prairie ghost or a gift from a natural destiny?

···

After watching Hu Chuquan walk out of the tent with Shanyu Golden Knife, Yan Xing returns to his seat and coughs gently. Xi Zhicai slowly walks out from behind the curtain.

"General, have you decided?"

Yan Xing nodded.

The Huns who rushed to Vroe won a great victory, eliminating the threat from the northwest border of Hedong County.

However, after entering Xihe County, Yan Xing, who was in the scene, felt a greater threat.

Once the Han county, which had been in operation for a hundred years, was abandoned, all kinds of jackals, tigers and leopards on the grassland would escape from the darkness and do their best to fight for the occupation of this land.

In the prefectures and counties of the Han family, whether they were themselves, or senior officials in Bingzhou, or even Li Jue, Guo Si, Youji, Gongsun Zan, and Yuan Shao in Guanzhong, did not have the extra effort to interfere with the competition between jackals, tigers and leopards on this land.

If the strength of tiger, leopard and jackal are too different, the final battle between bloody battles will be the prey of the weak, and the strong will become stronger.

Perhaps the Hu tribes would reunify the Huns, and even Yu Fuluo, who was ignorant of life and death, would emerge again from a Hu tribe, causing the cities in the east and west of the Hebei region to face greater threats.

Yan Xing wanted to curb this possibility as much as possible. Even if there were no manpower and manpower and materials to interfere with the war within the Huns, he would try his best to make the Huns tribes maintain a new and stable balance. If possible, it would be a balance that his own side likes.

So, Yan Xing turned his attention to Yu Fuluo's younger brother and Hu Chuquan.

According to the tradition of the Huns' brothers and brothers, a new Huns' Chanyu can offset the adverse factors brought to him by the previous generation of the Chanyu, and Hedong can also use the name of the Huns' Chanyu to interfere with the Huns at the lowest cost, so that the decline of the Hanyu headquarters, the left hand of the Huns, and the Huns' Huns' tribes formed a controllable and stable balance.

For this reason, Yan Xing put the Shanyu golden sword in front of Huchuquan just now.

If he was willing to take the remaining troops from the Shanyu headquarters to Hedong, Yan Xing would also temporarily send troops to help Huchuquan return to the Meiji Shanyu court and inherit the position of the Shanyu, just like the imperial court set up a general to envoy the Xiongnu General.

Huchuquan will transform from a prisoner into a Xiongnu Chanyu, who has everything his brother has and never had, and there is no need to bow his head to compromise with Tujiahuzong.

Yan Xing temporarily exchanged for stability in the border between the east and west of the Hebei region, and also allegiance from the Xiongnu Shanyu.

No matter which aspect he considered, the defeated and captured Hu Chuquan gained the greatest benefit, but Hu Chuquan was still hesitant. He felt that the other party wanted far more than this.

After seeing Hu Chuquan's hesitation, Yan Xing smiled and reached out to take away the golden knife without hesitation. At this moment, Hu Chuquan's big hand with blue veins and calloused hairs caught the scabbard.

Hu Chuquan accepted it. Whether it was the temptation of the prairie ghost seeking life or the gift of Chang'an destiny, he had no choice but to take a chance.

Yan Xing recalled the scene when Hu Chuquan had just bleeded his arm and lowered his head to swear allegiance to him. He turned to look at Xi Zhicai and smiled indifferently.

"The scenery today is good. I hope there will be good weather on the grasslands in the north in the coming days!"

···

For the winners, good weather after the war is a must-have, but in the eyes of the defeated prisoners, there is undoubtedly a bleak wind and rain, and a darkness.

Hu Chuquan stepped outside this tent, and all he saw was dull gray in his bloodshot eyes. However, after struggling to step out of the tent that exchanged soul glory, Hu Chuquan looked at the sky and felt that there was a little brighter color in the sky.

He held the golden sword of Shanyu hanging around his waist, and a wry smile appeared on his face. He led two Hedong soldiers to his tent.

Yan Xing promised that his loyal self would get everything his brother owned and never had.

What he had never had was not yet fulfilled, but Yan Xing gave it to him without hesitation.

Among them are the remaining Shanyu Guards, livestock officials, and some of them are his brother's wives, concubines, children, and treasures and wealth.

Hu Chuquan breathed out and walked into his new residence.

In the felt tent, all the gold, silver utensils, gems and jade, fur and silk, exquisite military armor, wives, concubines and children that his brother enjoyed belonged to him.

His sister-in-law were still very young, because Yu Fuluo had not been able to return to Meiji to inherit the position of Shanyu, so they did not receive the title of the Yan clan.

Despite this, no one in the tribe dared to offend them. Under his elder brother's command, Hu Chuquan was always cautious, afraid of arousing his elder brother's fear, and did not dare to look at them with a man's eyes.

Hu Chuquan may have thought of inheriting everything about his brother, but this time, he was so close that he could even feel the violently undulating breasts under the fur and the unique rouge smell that belonged to the Shanyu woman.

Unfortunately, Yu Fuluo's wives and concubines looked at him as if they were looking at his enemies. They stared at Huchuquan and stared at him vigilantly. Some of them angrily scolded him.

"Huchuquan, have you surrendered to the enemy? You are holding the Shanyu Golden Sword, who wants to usurp the throne of your brother. You are the evil wolf that bites your own people. You will never die well. Your corpse will be eaten by a group of wolves and eagles. You——”

The woman's scolding was not over yet, Hu Chuquan had already walked up and punched her hard in the abdomen, causing her to bend her body and tears fell down.

Hu Chuquan threw her onto the bed, his face twisted and cruel. He finally figured out the weird smile on his face when the enemy general promised to grant everything to his brother.

He betrayed Changshengtian and betrayed the Shanyu and his tribe members. Now, only by relying on the devil can he maintain everything he gives.

He smiled bitterly and stared at the others in the tent and said:
Chapter completed!