God Three Group Chat: Three Kingdoms

Chapter 1085
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"However, it is still difficult to achieve this. It is not something that can be achieved casually." Chen Gong simply smiled and did not take Song Xian's words too seriously.

Song Xian didn't care about it. After all, his inquiry was just a kind of ridicule in a sense.

"But, there are no barbarians around Langjuxu Mountain, so it's understandable..." Chen Gong stretched out his hand and spoke of the reasons and process quite calmly.

The Huns and the Han Dynasty fought against each other for hundreds of years. It has proven its ability and strength.

Most of the other barbarians even recognized the concept of one Han as the five barbarians.

Under automatic conversion, a normal Huns can definitely defeat five ordinary Husbands.

With the help of the power of the Han Empire, even the remaining Huns still possess the pride and majesty of the empire.

How dare the nomads on the grassland challenge this thing? This is far more outrageous than pulling out a tiger's beard.

In addition, the Huns jumped horizontally many times, jumping out from time to time to show their presence.

This also led to a very outrageous result, even if everyone said that the Huns were dead.

The ethnic groups on the grassland will also put a question mark on this, and they are not sure whether the Huns are completely dead.

After all, in this aspect, even if it is as powerful as the Han Empire, it is difficult to guarantee its authenticity.

In addition, every time the Huns jumped out, some people would always be used to establish their power and attack.

This power accumulated over hundreds of years made these grassland peoples not only succumb to the feet of the Han Empire, but also to the feet of the Huns.

Under such circumstances, how can a being who doesn't even dare to face his mind dare to challenge the rules left by the strong?

So even if the entire tribe is starving to death, no one will challenge such a rule.

After all, it has been less than 30 years since the last time the Huns jumped out, and the older generation of Hu people are not dead yet.

"It is also because of these reasons that basically no one will use the banner of the Huns to come to Langjuxu Mountain to station and operate, treating this place as their own grassland pasture..." Lu Qi spread his hands and shook his head.

As long as one person comes in here, others will naturally come to this place.

And if they were not pure Huns, they would not be able to control the attacks of other tribes.

If they were Huns, no one would come to this place looking for death.

As for pretending to be a Huns, that would be an act of seeking death.

Anyone who raises the banner of the Huns must be baptized by the fists of the Han Empire, let alone thousands of miles away, even if it is tens of thousands of miles away.

Listening to where the Huns are, the Han Empire will basically send troops to beat them up and destroy them as much as possible.

"General Song, let me give you the simplest example." Lu Qi turned his head and said calmly, "If you hear that there are Huns stationed in Langjuxu Mountain, and they also fly their own flags ,what will you do?"

"Lead the troops and kill him!!" Song Xian said decisively.

After finishing speaking, Song Xian also reacted and understood why there was no one in this place.

The grassland barbarians did not dare to offend the Huns, and the relatively small number of Huns did not dare to station in this place. As long as they stayed in this place, they would basically be beaten by them. This is completely detrimental to the normal production and development of a nation.

It is precisely because of this that the place Langjuxu Mountain became empty.

It's not that the Huns couldn't use it at all, because if they used it forcefully, they would probably be retaliated by the Huns. If they were disguised as Huns, although they wouldn't be retaliated by other Huns, they would be beaten by the Han Empire.

This is a quite helpless situation. The nomads on the grassland can neither defeat the Huns nor the Han Empire.

In the end, I could only pinch my nose, give up on this lush pasture, and choose to succumb to these two forces...

"So, now you can understand why there are no barbarians in this place!" Lu Qi shook his head calmly.

At the same time, I also had a deeper understanding of the hatred between the Han people and the Huns.

A general who stayed at the border all year round had seen the prosperity of Luoyang and Chang'an and was not obsessed with his true nature. He still had this attitude when facing the Huns.

From this aspect, the mentality gap between the two sides is indeed quite outrageous.

No wonder the Huns have been squatting on the west side of the Tianshan Mountains from beginning to end, but they never dared to raise their own flags and announce their existence to the world.

The Huns, with a population of just over 70, faced the Han, with a population of nearly 5000 million. Even if both sides had similar mentality and could suffer a 1:1 battle loss, the Huns would not jump out to seek death.

According to the normal reproduction population, the number of people born in the Han Dynasty every year exceeded one million.

The Huns must be very capable in fighting to defeat the Han Empire.

These are no longer data on paper, but the actual gap in comprehensive national strength between the two sides.

Even if they are not inferior in individual combat effectiveness, they still have to succumb to such a huge population base.

"I just don't know if the Southern Huns have the courage to raise troops and take revenge on us!" Song Xian waved the weapon in his hand and said with evil intentions.

After all, we were all Huns once, and we all had one belief and one goal, so we still had some courage.

"I bet ten taels of gold that the Southern Huns will never come to trouble us!" Wei Xu patted the horse's butt to make the horse go faster and get closer to the team in front, and said with a smile.

"Although the Southern Huns are scum, with their population and numbers, they are not weak at all..." Chen Gong nodded seriously.

Compared with other small tribes, the Southern Huns still have the same physical fitness as before, but they are limited by their own will and cannot exert their former strength.

They are all from the same race, so how big can the difference in strength be.

Near the north of Bingzhou, the life of the Southern Xiongnu was actually not too difficult.

The number of people and soldiers is not small, so if they really want to cause trouble for them, they may not be able to do so easily.

"The Southern Huns, I feel like it makes people uncomfortable when they use the word "Hongnu"!" Song Xian shook his head, not hiding his malice.

Upon hearing this, everyone present laughed on the spot and did not feel anything was wrong.

"On the huge grassland, these barbarians will eventually learn their lesson, learn the rules, adapt to the rules, and survive..." Lu Qi turned his head and glanced at the grassland behind him, and sighed from the bottom of his heart...

(End of this chapter)