Chapter 610: The Xuhen Tribe Surrenders the City
After hearing this, everyone nodded, and then sat down to eat and drink.
The small banquet ended at the end of the night. Everyone else returned to their rooms. Wang Xifeng took Ping'er directly to Keqing's courtyard to have a late-night chat.
Inside Mu Ning's room, after washing up, she leaned on the bed, her slightly drunk eyes shimmering with emotion as she murmured, "Master, Ning'er misses you..."
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When Jia Cong's troops arrived in Longyou, the Wudeng troops stationed in Fuwen Town, dozens of miles south of Longyou City, were naturally shocked. However, they had no intention of contacting the Xuhen troops in Longyou City...
Within the city, there are only more than 10,000 soldiers from the Xuhen tribe stationed in Longyou. After all, the main force has been taken to Baima Town by Shentu Mou.
The original government office has been occupied, and Meng Xiluo, the chief of the Xuhen tribe, is temporarily living here.
In the front hall of the government office, Meng Xiluo sat upright with an ugly look on his face. Opposite him sat another person, who turned out to be Shen Tumou.
After the troops arrived, Shentu Mou took the initiative to mention to Jia Cong that he wanted to enter the city alone to persuade the rest of the Xuhen tribe to surrender the city. Jia Cong naturally would not refuse, so at this moment Shentu Mou met with Meng Xiluo.
"Great Elder, you actually surrendered to the Daqian people. How can the Xuhen tribe gain a foothold in southern Xinjiang? Why didn't you discuss this with me first?" Meng Xiluo said angrily.
Shen Tumou sneered in his heart, "I'm still discussing this with you? Even in your dreams? If it's too late, I'm afraid I'll be like the Xishan coalition. I've already seen my ancestors, so how can I sit down and discuss this with you?"
"Chief, the reason this elder submitted to the Daqian people was, firstly, due to the situation, and secondly, for the sake of the tribe."
"The commander of the Daqian army is a fierce warrior, and the clan leader knows this. Even though the tribes of southern Xinjiang have united, they are now losing ground. How much longer can they hold out? Furthermore, if the battle had continued, the Daqian army would have suffered heavy losses, and all our men would have died. Is this what the clan leader wants?"
"Without our elite tribesmen, how can we fight the Wudeng tribe in Qiong Prefecture? Therefore, in order to save the lives of my Xuhen tribe members, this elder has no choice but to surrender."
"Besides that, the Daqian people gave this elder a condition that he had no choice but to accept."
In these tribes , the status and prestige of the great elder Shen Tumou was not much inferior to that of the patriarch Meng Xiluo. Therefore, there was not much fear or timidity in his words.
"condition?"
"The Daqian people have promised that after this battle, they will select a suitable tribe and enthrone its leader as the King of Qiongdu."
"King Qiongdu!" Meng Xiluo stood up suddenly. How could he not understand the significance of the King Qiongdu?
Shen Tumou nodded and said, " Yes , although the war is still going on, the situation is clear. The Wumeng tribes suffered a crushing defeat in Longtai Town and are now retreating to Xuzhou. The 50,000 elite soldiers of the Xishan and Yechuan tribes were slaughtered and have no strength to fight again. How long can we and the Wudeng tribe hold out? Even if we don't surrender, I'm afraid we won't be able to hold on to Jiading Prefecture."
"Once we return to Qiongbu Prefecture, the alliance between the tribes will be broken, and they will turn into mutual hostility. If a Qiongdu King is enthroned at that time, the clan leader should be aware of the huge benefits it will bring to the clan. Moreover, since it is Daqian who enthroned him, even if Daqian wants to save face, he will protect the prestige and life of the Qiongdu King. Otherwise, who would be close to Daqian?"
"It has come to this point, and this elder knew about this matter in advance. How could I not make arrangements for the clan in advance?"
"We have now surrendered to Daqian and are assisting the Daqian army, but the Wudeng tribe remains hostile to Daqian. Which tribe do you think the commander of the Daqian army will favor?"
Meng Xiluo thought for a while, and finally nodded, "It is the clan leader who misunderstood the great elder."
Shen Tumou waved his hand. "Like the clan leader, I'm all planning for the tribe. Therefore, I'm here to persuade the clan leader to surrender the city to Daqian, so that we can put an end to our hostility."
Meng Xiluo hesitated for a moment, then said, "There's no rush for this matter. Tomorrow, you and I will ask the Bimo to tell us whether it's a good or bad omen, and then we'll make a decision."
Bimos are essentially the tribe's priests. They are well-versed in tribal texts and are the disseminators of tribal knowledge, holding a status significantly higher than that of the tribe leader. Furthermore, when encountering major events, Bimos are always consulted for divination. This includes large-scale activities like ancestor worship, which are all primarily conducted by Bimos.
According to legend, Bimos can communicate with gods, so even the chiefs and elders in the tribe cannot compare with his prestige.
If a dispute arose between tribesmen, others might find it difficult to make a judgment, but the Bimo, with his divine power, would make the decision, and no one would object. This matter clearly concerned the future of the entire Xuhen tribe, so having the Bimo divine the outcome was a must.
The next day, Meng Xiluo and the others invited a white-haired old man over. After explaining the whole story, Meng Xiluo respectfully said, "Master Bimo, this matter concerns the future of our Xuhen tribe. Please ask the gods and ancestors for divination to determine whether it will be good or bad."
The old Bimo nodded, asked his followers to bring the magic hat, magic bell, and magic fan, and then began to perform the ritual.
The specific process need not be described in detail. He only stopped when the old Bimo was already out of breath. Then, he carefully examined a piece of burnt tortoise shell. After a while, he uttered two words, "Good luck!"
Two days later, the gates of Longyou City were opened, Shen Tumou and the clan leader Meng Xiluo left the city, and Jia Cong's troops successfully entered Longyou, and Longyou changed hands!
In Jia Cong's tent, Meng Xiluo looked at the unbelievably young Daqian commander in front of him with some nervousness. It was no wonder that he was like that. In order to show how difficult the battle was for him, Shentu Mou almost described Jia Cong as a devil.
He used his troops like a god and killed countless people! Of the fifty thousand troops in Liangchuan, not one survived...
Therefore, even though Jia Cong had a very kind smile on his face, Meng Xiluo still couldn't help feeling a little frightened.
"General, I previously discussed with the tribe leader and had intended to trick Qingya, the leader of the Wudeng tribe, into coming here. However, the tribe leader and the Wudeng tribe had a dispute before, and the tribes of both sides even fought each other. As a result, the two sides are now at odds and rarely interact with each other. Therefore, we are offering the city first. However, the tribe leader has already decided that you should attack the Wudeng tribe, and the troops of my Xuhen tribe are willing to serve as your vanguard."
Jia Cong smiled and said, "I am already grateful for your surrender of the city. How can I ask for more? As for the Wudeng tribe, they are just trapped in a jar. Do you think they can escape from my grasp?"
