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Chapter 2211 Barbarian Bloodline is Most Important
The atmosphere reached its climax, and then a celebration was held. The barbarian girls and the imperial censors of the Great Zhou held hands and danced around the totem poles and the Soul Mountain in the square. Many imperial censors held the elastic hands of the barbarian girls and trembled with excitement. Who said that the barbarians were not good? The barbarians were very good!

Didn't you see that Zhuo Taibao expressed his position in public and toasted to Wuzhu Atuma? Anyone who doesn't support the naturalization of the northern barbarians has a problem with his position! He is questioning the wisdom of the Holy Emperor of the Great Zhou!
And once they got to know them in depth, especially after visiting Dayangfang, all the imperial censors sighed sincerely that these barbarians were really awesome! It's not that the army of the Great Zhou was bad, but it would be better if the army of the Great Zhou joined the naturalized barbarians!
The prosperity of Dayangfang Market left a deep impression on everyone. Barbarians slaughtered cattle and sheep here, made various fur products and dairy products, sweaters and leather clothes, and there was also a labor market that could provide a large number of laborers. The most popular among the censors was the handicraft market for stone and wood processing. Barbarians made many unique decorations and bags and sold them here.

Afterwards, everyone visited the Barbarian Training Grounds, where Wuzhu Atuma led everyone to review the Wuman Army, which was composed of warriors from the 77 tribes of the Northern Barbarians. This army was the imperial guard of the Great Zhou Emperor, and only 10% of them were Zhou people, and they were all instructors, while the other 90% were all barbarians, which showed the trust that the Great Zhou Emperor had in them.

Of course, this trust was won by Wuzhu Atuma and everyone else. Seeing Wuzhu and the imperial censors from all over the country coming to inspect, the Wuman army felt honored and their morale was high.

When the imperial censors saw those tall barbarian soldiers lined up in neat rows, holding the Great Zhou flag and shouting "Great Zhou will win forever", their blood boiled and they were so excited that they could not control themselves. They were the enemies of the Great Zhou in the past, but now they have become the strength of the Great Zhou. The establishment of the Wuman Army marked that the Great Zhou had completely conquered the land in the north.

Abdul's pupils shrank as he watched. The two-meter-tall giant barbarians were quite shocking in the Arab world. They gave people the same feeling as demons and were few in number. But in the Great Zhou Dynasty, in front of him, there were tens of thousands of such barbarians!
Erbai Subu, with a bruised face and nose, comforted Abdul from behind: "Height is not important, what is important is bloodline. The inheritance of bloodline is power!"

Abdul looked back at Erbai Subu. This guy now claims to be the new chief of the Quanrong tribe and the younger brother of the former chief Erbai Suha. Your bloodline should be thick enough, so why were you beaten like this?

Erbai Subu said viciously: "Last night it was in front of Wuzhu Atuma's door. If I resist, it would be the same as going against the seventy-seven tribes."

"You northern barbarians have a total of seventy-seven tribes?" Abdul had never heard of this before.

"No one has counted this before. Small tribes are meaningless." In Erbai Subu's eyes, the small tribes of the Northern Barbarians are as numerous as dogs. They might be destroyed one day and replaced. Therefore, the Northern Barbarians did not count how many tribes there were before. The current 77 tribes are the numbers determined by the Great Zhou after a census. To put it bluntly, it is the 77 tribes that surrendered. There are also many that did not surrender, but they were all destroyed.

Erbai Subu already knew that the Quanrong, one of the largest tribes in the past, had been exterminated. Also exterminated were more than a dozen tribes, large and small, such as the Shura tribe. Some of the tribesmen might still survive, but the land and resources originally owned by these tribes were distributed to the small tribes that surrendered to the Great Zhou. Moreover, all the existing large tribes no longer had barbarian kings, and were governed by multiple heads. To put it bluntly, they were divided into many pieces.

Hatred burned in Erbai Subu's heart. He whispered to Abdul, "They are demonstrating to you. Don't weaken your momentum! Otherwise, no tribe will join Womaya."

Abdul nodded, but was a little hesitant. If he wanted to cause trouble at this time, he would be testing the bottom line of the Great Zhou. But he suddenly saw Wuzhu Atuma looking at him from afar, and blood rushed to his head. Wuzhu Atuma's singing just now was so beautiful. He had never heard such a beautiful song! Although he didn't understand the lyrics, Abdul was deeply fascinated. He felt that Queen Wuzhu was throwing an olive branch to him, telling him that her situation was very humble, and trying to ask him for help.

Erbai Subu further advised: "Shi Chong is a very powerful clan, but all barbarians will worship the strong, this is beyond doubt. The Great Zhou thinks that it can rely on a few benefits to make the barbarians serve the Great Zhou wholeheartedly, that is a dream. When the barbarians see blood, their blood will boil! Let Tiele defeat the Shi Chong warriors of the Wuman Army, and Your Highness will see their eyes of admiration and respect."

"That makes sense!" Abdul immediately asked Erbai Subu to bring the wizard to ask Tiele to challenge him. Tiele was a warrior of Shi Chong. Now that he had the power of the demon god, he should be able to easily defeat the Wuman army in front of him, of course, the premise was a one-on-one fight.

Now that Zhuo Taibao, who was busy with many things, had left, the person who had the most say at the scene was Lu Ziqing. So Abdul came to Lu Ziqing and challenged him directly, "Just letting us watch, isn't that too boring? Our Arab military parade is not grand without bloodshed. Do you have the guts to send a few people out to fight with my men to liven up the atmosphere?"

Lu Ziqing said with a smile: "Just the few people you brought with you?"

Sparta still has 300 warriors, but you have only a hundred or so exiled barbarians in your group. You are of no help at all.

Abdul said, "The Northern Barbarian mercenaries under my command are very brave. How about you also send warriors from the Great Zhou to fight one-on-one to help cheer us up?"

"Okay." Lu Ziqing smiled secretly. He was not afraid of you making a move, but afraid that you would remain silent and not make a move. It was a good opportunity to see how powerful the Great Devourer was.

"Please wait a moment, sir. Let my men come in." Abdul said confidently, "I happen to have a Shi Chong warrior as tall as this one under my command."

Tiele was excitedly recognizing his relatives in the market. There were many people from Shi Chong's clan in Dayangfang, and they were all tall and easy to recognize. Tiele was not an unknown person. He survived two wars not just by luck. As long as he told his origins, he could quickly find someone he knew, so he soon sat in a big tent drinking milk pot tea.

"Ah, are you also from the Qiyan tribe?"

"Yesu family." Tiele felt very proud, "Yesu Tiele!"

The excited tribesmen immediately sprinkled several handfuls of fried rice into the milk pot and threw in a few pieces of cheese. Then they called on others to call the people from Yesu's family over to recognize Tiele as their relative.

(End of this chapter)