C192 root of internal disorder

Three thousand Manchu slaves!

Hearing this, the guests immediately burst into an uproar.

Just as previously mentioned, because the Manchu Manchu Tarantula was located in the black water of the white mountain, its environment was extremely vile. Compared to the nomadic tribes on the prairie, it was much more valiant.

Therefore, the battle slaves trained by the Manchu constables after they had been captured were extremely popular goods on the prairie.

A qualified Manchu slave was equivalent to three war horses!

If they were war slaves, then they were a total of 9000 war horses!

To be able to equip a war horse that could ride up to half a million mounts, this kind of wealth could be casually given to someone else.

Even the birthday present that the Song Emperor gave to the Tang Emperor only cost a thousand people. Even Zhao Kuangyin wouldn't be so rich!

Of course, even if there was only a tenth or three hundred of these slaves, they would still be able to train themselves into war slaves. The value of these three thousand people was also higher than the value of the thousand-man armor!

After all, in the era of cold weapons, the value of a warrior was always higher than that of equipment.

Otherwise, why would anyone treat Mongol Eagles as a gift of equal value to the Golden Lamb?

However, not everyone on the scene had their heads smashed by such a huge amount of wealth.

Holding the bride's hand, he looked at Xiao Wen with suspicion.

He used very stiff and awkward Chinese to ask Xiao Wen: "Where are Xiao Gui Guike's three thousand people? I don't think you brought that many people with you! "

"Of course not." Xiao Wen smiled and said, "If I bring them all here, I'm afraid that the Prince will suspect that I am planning some evil scheme against the Dragon City. This time, I only brought a few people with me. "

Hearing those words, he nodded his head.

Indeed, when a Han brought over three thousand Manchu slaves who were famous for their ability to fight, even the most foolish nobleman on the prairie would suspect that they were plotting something against the Dragon City.

However, he still asked, "Since your esteemed guest didn't bring everyone here, may I ask where I should go to get these gifts?"

Even if they were to do it rashly, they couldn't ignore the wealth of three thousand slaves.

He knew, after all, that the Huns lived in harsh conditions and were not as affectionate as other countries.

In this place, if you want to live, you have to constantly increase your strength in order to intimidate those who want to scheme against you and make them submit.

Thus, he had to obtain sufficient strength in order to survive on the prairie.

However, after hearing the other party's question, Xiao Wen didn't immediately answer.

He said in a low voice to Fenton, "Prince Fenton, you don't want me to tell you the whereabouts of these slaves in public, do you? If so, I cannot guarantee that they will reach you. "

Eyebrows... After hearing this, he immediately shut his mouth and hid his longing expression.

He whispered to Xiao Wen, "Young master, wait for me to come down to my hut. Tell me about the three thousand slaves."

"Of course. And by the way, we can talk about the deal. " Xiao Wen looked at him with a smile as if he had succeeded in his conspiracy.

The more he thought about it, the greedier he became. The more he wanted to get his hands on the treasure, the faster he would fall into the trap that Xiao Wen had set for him.

But soon after, Xiao Wen felt a piercing chill spread throughout his body.

He looked in the direction from which the malicious intent had come. He saw the shamelessly dressed bride looking at him with a gaze filled with hidden bitterness.

It was obvious that the bride was dissatisfied with herself for taking up so much of her time on her wedding day.

Looking at the bride, Xiao Wen could only force a laugh before leaving.

In addition to the guests who had come from far away, the Huns had also presented gifts to their owners, ten thousand riders, and a thousand people.

Their gifts include Middle East, European and Indian-style works of art, as well as something from the East Asian region that looks familiar.

At the same time, Xiao Wen also saw many prisoners of war from different families being gifted to Ran Dong.

For these things, Prince Roughton was also very polite to accept them one by one.

"Esteemed customer, do you want the children to leave for the next segment?" I heard that you Chinese kids can't accept the later shows. " Suddenly, the guide spoke to Xiao Wen.

"What program?" Xiao Wen didn't understand why. He looked at the calm face of the guide, but couldn't find anything.

He had no choice but to close his eyes and inquire about the Huns' wedding.

"The wedding of the Huns, if no one dies, will be an ominous sign."

Very quickly, Xiao Wen's text was displayed in the library's retrieval system.

The answer was simple and clear. Xiao Wen also felt that something wasn't right.

Therefore, he said to the children at his side, "Little Yu, stay behind. Xiao Yu will stay behind with A'xiang. Little Xiu and Wan'er will return after returning to the dome."

Xiao Wen's tone was firm and didn't give them the chance to reject.

And Li Zicheng and Sun Shangxiang were obviously not children with low EQ. As a result, they obediently turned around and led the three slightly younger children away.

The only ones left on the stage were Xiao Wen and Guan Yu.

Xiao Wen looked at Guan Yu and said, "Xiao Yu, to become a general in the future, not only must you have a strong and sturdy body, you must also have a brave heart. So today you must stay and see how barbaric your enemies are. "

Although in Xiao Wen's plan, the Huns were destined to be entangled by the chain of sheep eating human beings, and eventually strangled to death.

However, these barbarian tribes were Xiao Wen's greatest imaginary enemies.

Guan Yu wanted to become a great general, and he must personally witness the events that transpired today.

He had to know why he was fighting against the grassland's herdsmen!

Very soon, a Magus with pigments on his face walked up to him and lifted him up. Behind him, a few Magi who seemed to be of a lower grade walked up, carrying a man who was tied to a wooden stake.

At the beginning, the man had a rag stuffed into his mouth.

However, when the Magus pulled the rag out of his mouth, he immediately shouted in an angry tone, "Rendon, do you know who I am? If you kill me, you will definitely regret it! "

At the beginning, Xiao Wen still didn't understand.

However, when he closed his eyes and checked the meaning of the other party's words through the Roman phonograph, a surprised expression immediately appeared on his face.

Woc?

Whose child was this? How could he be so arrogant as to talk to the eldest son of Man Yu, the head of the Huns?

On the stage, Ruping revealed a pleased expression.

He faced this man and arrogantly said, "Of course I know who you are. You are the prince of the Karakorum tribe in Mongolia, the pride of the Karai clan, and a archer rarely seen in a hundred years on the grassland. And only you can become a sacrifice on my wedding day. "