There are no eternal interests and no permanent friends between countries.

In this barbaric age, might makes right.

Talking about benevolence, justice and morality cannot buy the dignity of a man.

Only cold blades and brave soldiers can guarantee the status of a strong man.

Feng Yong understands this truth very well.

Bald-faced Kheli may not be able to sum up this truth, but on the grassland the law of the jungle is the law of the jungle, so he also understands that whoever has a bigger fist can be the boss.

"what is that?"

Under the spring sun, a patch of white snow reflected dazzling light, and they walked forward in unison with heavy and neat footsteps.

"The most famous battalion under the lord, the Modao Squadron."

Bu Qu explained, "These are the most outstanding soldiers in the hands of the monarch. Even if the cavalry encounters them, they will not dare to attack them lightly, otherwise, they will be broken into pieces."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw two more cavalry troops spread out on both sides of the Mo Dao team, protecting the Mo Dao team in the middle like two arms.

Bald-haired Tianli stared blankly, saying nothing else. If the elite cavalry of his clan met the cavalry in Feng Langjun's hands, I'm afraid there would be nothing good to gain.

Not to mention the unstoppable Mo Dao team.

In a daze, I felt someone suddenly patted me on the shoulder, and at the same time Feng Langjun's voice rang in my ears: "Balda Kheli, what are you thinking about here?"

When the bald man heard this voice, he was subconsciously excited.

He turned around and realized that Feng Langjun was already standing beside him at some point.

I saw that although Feng Langjun was not wearing heavy armor, his clothes were tight and his sleeves were narrow, and he was also covered with a layer of leather armor.

Not far behind him, there were several generals waiting, all of them wearing helmets and armor.

There was one person in particular who was holding a long horsetail in his hand, but he didn't look like a Han Chinese.

"It turns out it's Feng Langjun," Bald-haired Kheli said with some stuttering. "I just saw Feng Langjun's sergeant Piao Yong. It was so shocking that I didn't notice Feng Langjun's arrival for a while."

Feng Yong laughed and put his arm around his shoulders: "It's just a daily review. Let's see if these boys are lazy during this winter."

When the bald-haired Tianli saw Feng Yong's nonchalant tone, he couldn't help but trembled slightly. He couldn't help but ask tentatively: "The masters of tigers and wolves under the command of the monarch are rare in the world."

"Don't say he is a Cao thief. Even among the big Han people, he is rare to see, right?"

Feng Yong glanced at him and said meaningfully: "This is too much! In the battle between Pingxiang and Xiang last year, the tiger and wolf troops in your eyes did not contribute."

"The Tiger Infantry trained by the Prime Minister himself is much more powerful than my sons."

After hearing this, the bald man's face changed again.

"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. Yesterday you came and drank wine, but you didn't entertain you well. It just so happens that today I want to entertain all the generals in the army."

"Why don't you join us and join us? Let me introduce you to the generals in the army."

Feng Yong hugged him and walked outside the camp while saying.

Bald-haired Khotan was a little unable to react, and followed Feng Yong back to the city in a daze.

During the banquet, the host Feng Yong sat, the guest Tufa Keli sat, Jufu, Gongsun Zheng, Wenshi, Liu Hun, and Huo Yi all sat in order.

Zhang Yi did not come because Pingxiang needed someone to guard it.

Moreover, the war against the Qiang and Hu in Longxi was not a major event. Huo Yi had been studying with Zhang Yi for the past few months, so this time it was just right for him to come over and do some internship.

As for the ones at the bottom, there are some Qiang and Hu tribe princes from Longyou.

When the bald-faced Khotan learned that Liu Hun was of barbarian origin, not only could he sit on equal terms with other generals, but was also highly valued by Feng Yong, he couldn't help but have a look of astonishment in his eyes.

"General Liu is a man who has been granted the title of Marquis."

Feng Yong saw the thoughts of Bald-faced Kheli and explained: "A few days ago, because of his great achievements, the imperial court named him the Marquis of Guannei."

When Liu Hun heard this, he quickly stood up and said, "This is all because the Lord Meng will not give up."

Feng Yong waved his hand, "There is no need to be so polite during the banquet. Sit down quickly."

Then he raised his ear cup and said: "This cup is a wish for us to win the battle, to break the siege of Didao as soon as possible, and to break the Han Qiang Hu!"

"Drink victory!"

Feng Yong drank honey wine, but Jufu, Liu Hun, and Huo Yi, who were training troops in the winter, preferred to drink strong wine.

Not to mention those Qiang and Hu leaders.

After three rounds of drinking, a sound of music sounded, the door of the hall was pushed open, and a burst of cold air came in, wrapped in rouge powder.

I could only hear the soft voices of warblers and swallows.

Feng Yong said with a smile: "There is wine but no color. I'm afraid that everyone will not be able to enjoy themselves after drinking. These beauties are all beauties presented by the princes of various ethnic groups when I visited Hanyang County last year."

As he said that, he ordered two of the outstanding ones, "Go and pour some wine for the bald young master."

The two women pursed their lips and smiled, and first gave Bald Kheli a wink, and then they each sat down next to Bald Kheli.

One person poured the wine, and the other picked up the cup and put it to Bald Kheli's mouth.

"Young Master, please have a drink."

Although my Chinese is half-baked, it is better than I am fluent in it.

The bald Khotan felt that both of them smelled extremely fragrant, which made him feel a little uneasy.

What's more important is that the clothes the two of them were wearing were actually fine velvet sweaters. When they came closer, Baldy Kheli felt that the back of his hands was deeply sunk into the clothes and was very warm.

"How can Ji Ji wear such clothes?"

The bald man couldn't help but look at them a few more times.

Ji Ji felt the gaze of the bald-haired Tie Li and chuckled.

Although she is the young monarch in the clan, the women in the clan are truly as good as the two Hu girls wearing high-end clothes.

He looked at everyone present again and saw that the Qiang and Hu leaders all had a woman pouring wine beside them, but Feng Yong and the Han generals were completely empty.

Even Liu Hun, who was born as a Hu, made his own decisions. He seemed to really like what was in the cup, but was not interested in beauty.

Before he could understand what was going on, Hu Nu, who had just persuaded him to drink, said half coquettishly and half angrily: "Young Master has always refused to drink. Could it be that I don't know how to persuade you to drink?"

Feeling Mei Ji breathing softly into his ear, Bald-haired Kheli finally couldn't help but open his mouth.

When Feng Yong saw this scene, he smiled slightly and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

When the banquet was over, the two women returned to the room holding the bald man in his arms.

Hot water had been prepared in the room, and the two women helped him bathe.

Looking at the clothes discarded by the bucket, the bald-haired Kheli, who was originally a little drunk, finally couldn't help but pick them up and rub them carefully.

"It's really inappropriate for you to throw such precious clothes on the ground like this!"

I didn't feel it clearly at the banquet, but when I got it in my hands, I realized that this piece of clothing was really rare, and the bald man's eyes lit up.

"Oh, Alang, what does this mean? Which of us sisters doesn't have a few good clothes? They were all rewarded by Feng Junhou!"

The water mist in the bathtub was steaming, and a jade-like arm came around, "Junhou also said that there will be different clothes throughout the year. In autumn and winter last year, no less than ten pieces of high-quality clothes were distributed!

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"As long as we do well, there will be benefits for our family and clan."

Hu Nu said without shame.

When the bald man heard this, his heart moved: "What's the benefit?"

"There are so many benefits. If the clan is short of food, the king will arrange relief to prevent people from starving to death."

"As long as the clan hands over the useless wool, they can get back a lot of thick wool every year."

"The prince also said that when the time comes, he will send people to teach the clan how to farm, and teach us how to raise cattle and sheep in one place, so we don't have to go everywhere to find water and grass."

"As long as the clan settles down, it will be convenient for the monarch to send medical workers over to treat patients..."

Listening to the woman's eloquent talk, the bald man became even more shocked: "Is this true?"

"I can't be lying! A few years ago, there was a tribe leader named Muwu Zhe. Now he changed his name to Han Dynasty and his name is Duanmuzhe. He led the tribe to seek refuge with Feng Langjun, and now all the tribe members have become Han Chinese."

"Now he is Feng Langjun's most trusted person. I heard that he can drink three bowls of tea every day. Even the adults in our clan are very envious!"

"The last time someone saw him, he bought a hundred sheep just for the clothes he was wearing."

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When Bald Tianli heard this, he couldn't help but ask: "As long as you depend on Feng Langjun, can you get so many benefits?"

"Duanmuzhe got the upper hand, so he got such benefits. Now which tribe in Longyou doesn't want to rely on Feng Langjun?"

Hu Nu said with some regret, "Now only the tribes that send troops to follow Feng Langjun and make great achievements can be treated like the Han people."

"Otherwise, we can only follow Feng Langjun's arrangements, farming and grazing, and we have to hand over a lot of things every year, but it is much better than before, and we will not starve to death or freeze to death."

The bald Khotan raised his eyebrows and thought about how brave and good at fighting, you Qiang and Hu can't compare to us Xianbei?

"Are there any tribes that are unwilling to send troops?"
To be continued...