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Chapter 201 : I Knelt Down on My Own Merit, Why Should You Make Me Stand Up?
"Envoy, I am willing to form an alliance!"
"Qian-Yuan will forever be a friend of the Canglang tribe!"
Dalan looked at Ming Chen with eager eyes, "If I successfully inherit the position of Khan, I am willing to honor the Great Emperor of Qian-Yuan as the Sage Khan, and my tribe will be at your disposal!"
He also made a meaningless empty promise to Ming Chen.
It just sounded nice.
Ѐ n̂ um̀ а́
If he could get so many benefits by submitting to Qian-Yuan, he would of course be willing.
Anyway, for him, there was no difference between submitting to Qian-Yuan and submitting to Sheng Luo Khan.
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Qian-Yuan was far away and couldn't control him at all.
"Good!"
"The Great Khan is indeed a hero of the steppe, a wise lord!"
Everything was going too smoothly. The second fool of the steppe was much easier to fool than those shrewd people in the Central Plains.
W̆ё bn о́ v̂е̊l̀ Е nùḿa
The despicable Central Plains man praised the eagle of the steppe with a beaming smile.
Actually, even if the negotiations were not smooth and Dalan was as stubborn as that old man, it didn't matter.
As long as he appeared here and Xubu Geri died here, his goal had been achieved.
The defeated Sheng Luo Khan would surely go crazy looking for reasons.
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A leader must not attribute failure to himself, otherwise it would be a huge blow to his authority.
And under such circumstances, the Central Plains people appeared in Hunye Khan's territory and even killed his general. All of this was enough to constitute a trigger for an internal war.
Е̃ñ ũ m̂ ǎ
Internal betrayal led to the failure of the war!
They already had irreconcilable contradictions.
There was no need for Dalan to take the initiative to send troops. As long as this battle was over and Qian-Yuan withdrew its troops, Sheng Luo Khan would turn around and attack him.
Dalan also smiled and cupped his hands towards him in the Central Plains etiquette, "Envoy, you flatter me, you flatter me!"
In the future, he would be the Great Khan of this steppe, the only Great Khan.
"No!"
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The envoy of Qian-Yuan and the future Great Khan of the steppe were talking with their own thoughts, but a heartbroken voice came from the side.
"No!"
"Great Khan, how can we ally with Qian-Yuan to attack our own tribe?! You even want to honor him as your master?"
"How can you face your ancestors?"
"My Canglang tribe would rather roam freely in hardship than kneel to the Central Plains for wealth and honor!"
The old man on the side had been listening to the conversation between Ming Chen and Dalan.
Е́ń u m а̌_
In the end, he couldn't hold it in anymore and shouted at Dalan.
He could understand the Central Plains language, but to this day, he still spoke the Xiongnu language.
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He could not accept Dalan allying with the Central Plains people and turning his spear against his own people.
"Shut up!!!"
He was in a good mood. How could Dalan allow others to disobey him?
At least he was also a Great Khan.
Е̌ n û mа̄ . і d
Although his position was awkward, he had this spirit.
In the future, he would also control real power. How could he listen to this old man repeatedly questioning him?
His smile faded, and he glared coldly at the old man, "Asutai, are you the Great Khan, or am I the Great Khan?!"
"This matter is settled!"
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This Great Khan knelt down on his own merit, why should you make me stand up?!
You go find other tribal leaders and see if Qian-Yuan is willing to support them.
Е̂ñ ũ m̌а
"Great Khan, why does this old gentleman always obstruct our establishment of diplomatic relations?"
"This is clearly beneficial to you!"
"If there is any harm, it will probably only harm Sheng Luo Khan's interests, right?"
"Why is the old gentleman so evasive about harming Sheng Luo Khan?"
"Tsk tsk tsk~"
"Let me guess, the old gentleman didn't just encourage you to send troops to ally with Sheng Luo Khan to attack the Central Plains, right? That shouldn't be of any benefit to you, right?"
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Once, twice, but not a third time.
He had long been displeased with this chirping old man!
Unfortunately, Ming Chen did not have the traditional virtue of respecting the elderly.
He narrowed his eyes, looked at the old man and Dalan, his words light and seemingly alluding to something.
A few light words, and the spearhead was pointed at the old man.
He didn't say anything explicitly, but he guided the question and lightly added fuel to the fire.
Wе̇ bnó v_ѐl Èń ǔm а̌.
He vaguely pointed to a direction that Dalan could not tolerate, planting the seeds of instigation.
Sometimes, killing doesn't necessarily require a sword. Words can also do it.
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Even... it could kill more than just him.
He didn't know if this old man was from Sheng Luo Khan's side.
But that didn't matter.
In this world, who can distinguish between clear and turbid?
Wѐ b̀n̄ò v е̌l̈ Е n ū m а̄
What was important was not his background, but what he said and did.
The old man looked like he had a great hatred for the Central Plains. Whether he was Sheng Luo's man or not, he had probably told Dalan to send troops to fight the Central Plains.
This might be the right thing for the entire Xiongnu.
But the Xiongnu were a nomadic federation, and each tribe was highly autonomous. This was beneficial to the entire Xiongnu, but not to Dalan personally.
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When Ming Chen, an outsider, brought this up, his own purpose became unclear.
"What?!"
W̄е̃ b ṅ_ӧ ṽ е̂ l̂ Е ň u̇m а̌
Ming Chen's light words happened to touch Dalan's most sensitive nerve.
He of course understood Ming Chen's hidden meaning.
His brows were tightly furrowed, and he stared at the old man before him.
Unfortunately, Ming Chen had guessed correctly.
Just a moment ago, this old man had advised him to send troops to support Sheng Luo!
Could it be... he was really a spy from Sheng Luo Khan's side?
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"Uncle! I have not treated you badly. Why are you doing this to me?!"
No wonder this Dalan couldn't win against the Sheng Luo Khan he had never met.
In terms of intelligence, the brave steppe warriors seemed to be somewhat lacking.
Regardless of whether what Ming Chen said was true or false, he should not have shown it at this time.
Letting an outsider see family matters would only reveal more information and allow the outsider to use it.
"Great Khan!!!"
We̊ b́n̄ o v e.l̀ Е̌ǹum̆а̄
"This old subject is loyal, the sun and moon can bear witness!"
Bringing fire upon himself.
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The old man never expected that his nephew, whom he had watched grow up, would turn against him just by listening to a few instigating words from a Central Plains person.
"Has the Great Khan forgotten? Seventy years ago, tens of thousands of warriors of my tribe all died at the hands of the Qian-Yuan demon!"
"With such a deep hatred, how can we ally with them?!"
Seventy years was enough to erase many things and wear away many emotions.
Ēn̆ u̇ m а. іd
For example, Dalan, he was very young. Two generations had passed, and he had no feeling for this matter.
But the old man had personally witnessed the scene of the steppe's collapse over the past seventy years, and his hatred for the Central Plains had never subsided.
"Clang!"
"You despicable Central Plains person, die for me!"
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His eyes were wide with anger, filled with bloodshot veins. He suddenly drew a dagger and wanted to stab Ming Chen.
If this despicable and cunning Central Plains person died.
Е n̈ŭ m̃а̃
Everything he had said to Dalan before would collapse and become invalid.
"Uncle!!!"
Dalan's pupils suddenly shrank.
This person was the ruthless man who had taken out Sheng Luo's command post!
To draw a weapon on him... what did that mean?!
The situation was already completely out of control.
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"Swish!"
The next moment, a flash of jade light shot past.
The old man's pupils suddenly shrank. He stared blankly at the jade staff that had pierced his throat below.
He glared at the young man before him with resentment.
"Thump!"
He fell to the ground, and together with Xubu Geri, he entered a peaceful sleep.
E n um̄ а̀ . і̀d
"Great Khan, this humble one represents Qian-Yuan and has come with sincerity."
"What is the meaning of this?"
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"Can this humble one understand this as a provocation to me?"
It was regrettable.
Ming Chen still wanted to watch a dog-eat-dog fight for a while!
Having brazenly killed someone in their territory, Ming Chen still had a cold face and questioned Dalan.
Е̌ n úm а
He had come with a high posture. Facing a provocation, he should be swift and decisive.
The old man had already drawn his weapon on Ming Chen. Ming Chen had the right and reason to kill him.
Even when he had repeatedly spoken out against him just now, Ming Chen could have made a move.
He didn't need to kneel and lick Dalan, nor did he need to have a very good relationship with him.
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After all, if this fellow became too powerful and arrogant in the future, he would still need to find a second 'Dalan' to balance him.
After this battle, Sheng Luo was defeated. With Dalan starting, there would be plenty of people vying to be Qian-Yuan's son in the future.
E n̆ u ḿа̂ .і d
Being neither too close nor too distant was the best state.
If he was too close to him, it would not be good.
"Uncle..."
"This..."
No matter what, he was still the uncle who had watched him grow up.
Even if he had doubts now, it was not up to Ming Chen, an outsider, to interfere.
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Even, to kill him so cleanly and decisively.
This was undoubtedly trampling on his, the master's, face.
This made Dalan feel a sense of anger from being slapped in the face.
But he was also very aggrieved.
It was his uncle who had drawn his knife first. If Ming Chen didn't kill him, he would be killed.
It was self-defense, and it was reasonable. No matter what, Ming Chen was in the right.
Ẇе b n оṽе̂ l̃ Ѐn ūm а
And, the other party was also powerful, having killed a group of high-ranking generals on Sheng Luo's side.
The eight hundred powerful iron cavalry outside were still guarding!
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The other party was in a high position. Since the alliance had already been established, he really had to swallow this silent loss and serve this person well.
"No... no..."
He gritted his teeth and lowered his head, "Sorry... envoy, it was my failure to restrain my subject."
"I am full of sincerity for the alliance with Qian-Yuan."
Enŭmå.і́ d̃
"Hmph!"
Ming Chen snorted coldly and left with a flick of his sleeve.
...
Ming Chen did not leave immediately, but stayed in Ulaanbaatar for another two days.
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Firstly, to let his eight hundred men rest and replenish their supplies.
Secondly, to solidify the alliance and ensure that Sheng Luo Khan on the other side knew that he had come to Dalan's place, had a close relationship, and had secretly discussed some matters.
W еb̄ n̊о v èl Ёn ū m̂ǎ
Even if Dalan was only pretending to be in harmony and did not send troops after agreeing to the alliance, Sheng Luo Khan would still come looking for him in the future.
Thirdly, it was also to have some fun here, to see the different cultural customs and exotic scenery.
A publicly funded tour should look like a publicly funded tour. These past few days, he had been killing and killing, working overtime. The pressure was a bit high. He had to have a good rest.
He had already gone around the back to steal their home. If Wang Hanbo couldn't handle it on the frontal battlefield, then he might as well resign and not do it.
Unfortunately, those brown-skinned beauties with veiled faces and bare feet dancing in novels and comics were all lies! The Xiongnu were exposed to the wind and sun every day. He didn't see any beauties with exotic charm, only some weather-beaten big sisters.
Dalan was afraid of offending him. Even though Ming Chen had personally killed his uncle, he had been serving him with good food and wine these past two days.
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Rarely relaxing, Ming Chen strolled around the market, picking and choosing some local specialties and gifts to bring back.
Just like his previous business trips.
A Xiongnu attendant followed behind him, specially assigned to him by Dalan.
He was responsible for taking care of Ming Chen's daily life.
"Wuwuwu~"
Suddenly, a wind rose, and a series of wailing sounds came from afar.
Wе b̄n̄o̊ṽ ё l Е̄ǹ um̃ a
"Awooo~"
A wolf-like howl came from afar, rippling out in circles. The sound was very recognizable and seemed to contain a hint of special might.
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Dark clouds covered the sky, and the wind seemed to have become stronger.
"It's almost the day of the sacrifice."
"May the Canglang bless us!"
"The weather is particularly cold this year. I hope there won't be a white disaster."
Ên um̈ а .і̆d
"May the Canglang bless us!"
...
The passing Xiongnu trembled all over, as if they had remembered something.
They looked to the north, clasped their hands together, and prayed with devout eyes.
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Ming Chen couldn't understand the Xiongnu language. He turned his head and asked the Xiongnu attendant with great interest, "What's going on?"
"My lord, you may not know."
Ë n̂ um а̂ .ĩ d
This attendant was the child of a Xiongnu and a Central Plains person. Compared to Dalan, he spoke the Central Plains language quite fluently.
His interaction with Ming Chen these past two days had also been quite harmonious.
His face was humble as he said to Ming Chen, "This is a custom of our Canglang tribe. We believe in and revere the god of the steppe, and the Canglang is our totem."
He rolled up his sleeve for Ming Chen, and a ferocious wolf head tattoo was clearly imprinted on his arm.
"Every year before winter, the gods will send down an omen to guide our tribe forward."
"The Canglang is the messenger of the gods. Before winter comes, on a day when dark clouds cover the sky and a strong wind blows, we need to release a hundred cattle and sheep to feed the Canglang and offer sacrifices to the gods."
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He looked to the north, his face full of reverence, and said to Ming Chen, "The gods will bless us. When the harsh winter comes, there will be no white disaster, and there will be no sudden blizzards. So that the cattle and sheep can dig through the snow and eat the green grass."
"Counting the time, this year's day of sacrifice is also approaching."
"Oh?"
Ming Chen narrowed his eyes upon hearing this and looked at the surrounding scenery with great interest.
The cultural structure of the Xiongnu was different from that of the Central Plains.
What about the deities they believed in here?
Ё nū m̆а̊.i̇ d̄
Would there be some demons and ghosts here?
"And the result?"
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Ming Chen asked him again, "Will there really be no disaster?"
"Er..."
The attendant forced a smile and said with a dry laugh, "My lord, the power of nature is endless. Even the gods cannot defy it."
"If nature really wants to send a blizzard to punish us, even if we have made sacrifices, the white disaster that should come will still come."
Ŵ е̌b̃ nо̄ vе̃l̄ Е̃n u_m а
Ming Chen rolled his eyes, "Then what's the point of making offerings?"
The spiritual comes first.
The uneducated people, these Xiongnu on the steppe, their brains were not very good.
If it's not effective, what's the point of making offerings? To send out a hundred cattle and sheep for nothing, isn't that a waste!
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The poop of the ancestors is fragrant. No wonder after all these years of development, they are still in such a state.
"It is said that it was effective a long time ago."
W̃е̂b́ n оv̂e l̈ Ӗ n u m̊а̄
Ming Chen's words were a bit too direct.
The attendant was a little embarrassed and just said stiffly, "This has been the tradition here for hundreds of years."
He pointed to a white wolf puppet being sold at a small stall on the side, "We do have a legend here of a messenger of the gods saving a child lost on the steppe."
'A hundred cattle and sheep can save more children and adults.'
Ming Chen shrugged.
Of course, although they were nominally allies, Ming Chen had never treated them as allies.
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It was not a bad thing for Ming Chen if the other party did more stupid things.
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