But the sourness and pleasure in my heart is indescribable!

Qiang people?

Apart from the number, it is really useless in Li Guangli's eyes!

Their best weapon is nothing more than bronze.

Most people are still using stone weapons and wooden spears.

Moreover, there is almost no organization, and it will only move forward in a coaxing manner and run away in a panic way.

It's simply the best enemy to beat people's heads!

It’s wrong. Under the military merit system of the Han family, the heads of the Qiang people are the most valuable. The position of the Qiang lieutenant will probably be robbed of the head!

"Transfer the order of this general!" Li Guangli looked at his son and ordered: "Order the soldiers of Wuwei and Jiuquan counties to gather together, and then send people to Jiuyuan to order the Jiuyuan army to prepare for war!"

"I want to see if the Qiang people have grown over the past twenty years?"

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Cross the Huangshui River and enter the Xihai area.

On the Thousand Mile Plateau, there is a vast vastness.

In the snow-capped mountains and frozen soil, the Qiang people who had reproduced for more than 20 years continued to gather southward.

Ten thousand, twenty thousand, thirty thousand, fifty thousand... one hundred thousand...

There are countless crowds of people, crowded together.

Countless men, holding various weapons, followed the leaders of the population.

Each of them looked to the south hungryly and towards the hot land south of the Huangshui River.

The place where their ancestors lived was the warm and fertile Hexi mountains.

The land under my feet is getting more and more crowded.

More than twenty years have passed since he was expelled from the Han people.

More than twenty years of reproduction and growth have more than doubled the number of each Qiang species!

The grasslands, lakes and rivers on the plateau have a limited population.

As a result, various battles and wars were becoming more and more frequent.

Every year, there are thousands of people in the West Sea who die in war and fight.

They can only use this method to reduce and control the population and compete for more living space for future generations!

but……

The desire for the ancestral land south of the Huangshui River has always lingered in the hearts of each of them!

Finally, today, this voice resounded in everyone's ears.

"Cross the river! Cross the river!"

Countless people shouted loudly.

The rolling Huangshui flows eastward, across the river, the domes and pastures of the Yuezhi people are clearly visible.

The fertile land, the stretching mountains and the warm valleys were once again formed in the minds of the Qiang people.

So, the Qiang people lit countless bonfires by the river.

As the moon rose, hundreds of shamans put on masks passed down by their ancestors, sang and danced around the bonfire, slaughtered cattle and sheep, and invited the gods of their ancestors.

The seven largest Qiang people, including Qiang, Laojie Qiang, Fengyang Qiang, Shannan Qiang, etc., stood before the wood carving of Wugeyuan Jian, a human-shaped tiger-headed tiger that symbolized their ancestors, protected by the tiger god in the flames, burned but never died.

The seven wealthy chiefs knelt down in turn, kowtowed and worshiped, and swore: "Great ancestors, the son of the tiger, the son of the god of fire, your descendants gathered in front of you today, and ask for your attention!"

"We swear to you and all the gods before you"

"From today on, all our former hatred will be cleared!"

"From today we all regard each other as brothers and sisters, my wife, both his wife, my son, both his son!"

"From today on, we will unite and be united!"

"Start from today..."

"This vow will never betray this until we return to Hexi, or we may shed blood!"

"If you violate this oath, please ask our ancestors and gods to give us the most painful punishment, so that our descendants will be slaves forever, so that our pastures will not grow in no grass, and our mountain monuments will not stop cold wind!"

So the seven rich chiefs stood up, and several shamans immediately handed them the horns of seven cows filled with sheep's blood.

They raised their horns and poured the boiling and smelly sheep blood into their mouths, drank it all, and then looked at each other and held the seven hands together.

The oath has been made!

only……

These seven people are not as calm as they appear.

They knew very well what a terrifying enemy they were going to face!

However……

They have no choice!

The land of the West Sea is cold and barren.

It can no longer satisfy all kinds of growing populations.

Staying here is waiting for death.

Rising your life may also have a chance to succeed!

So, they can only fight to the death!
Chapter completed!