novelSusiti Chapter 35 Political Call, Hu Khan
Chapter 35 Political Call, Hu Khan
"In that case, let's use politics first!"
"Okay, the political call to action begins."
First place: Li Kui, the first person to implement reforms in the State of Wei, Politics: 102.
Second place: Xiao He, Chancellor of the Han Dynasty, Politics: 104
Third place: Zhuge Liang, the Marquis of Shu Han, Politics: 103
Fourth place: Wang Meng, Prime Minister of the Former Qin Dynasty, Politics: 102
Fifth place, Prime Minister of the Tang Dynasty, Fang Xueling, Politics: 103”
"Congratulations, host, you have obtained Wang Meng, the former Prime Minister of Qin."
Strength: 83, Command: 101, Intelligence: 101, Politics: 103
Implanted identity: A member of the Changning Wang clan, exiled to the northern frontier due to his family's rebellion. Framed by his enemies, he was captured and taken to the Hu tribe's royal court, becoming a slave. The host unintentionally rescued him. After observing him, the host felt that he was someone worth assisting and helping to avenge the host, so he took the initiative to take care of the host. After some communication, he temporarily became the host's strategist.
Characters included: None!
"I didn't expect it to be Wang Jinglue. All three are at the God level. It seems like a good result!" Mu Yunlingyuan said, looking at the character he drew. Wang Meng was a character that often appeared when he read summoning scrolls in his previous life. His abilities were also very outstanding.
"Your Highness, the Khan requests your presence!" a guard announced.
"Okay, I'm coming right now!" Mu Yunlingyuan said, "System, save this summoning attempt for the next time!"
"Alright, summoning complete. Balancing begins. The host can view the balancing character in the system space shortly!"
Inside the golden tent of the Hu tribe's royal court.
The tent has a high, spacious dome, built with ancient trees and covered with layers of rare white camel felt, which insulates it from the raging wind and snow outside.
Dozens of tall bronze lamps inlaid with various gemstones hung down, emitting a warm yellow glow that illuminated the tent as if it were daytime, yet cast heavy, flickering shadows in the corners.
The air was filled with the unique aroma of expensive ambergris, aged leather, and mare's milk wine, heavy and majestic.
The Great Khan of the Hu tribe, Guli, sat on a gilded throne made of nine layers of white tiger skin.
He was about fifty years old, with a face like a rock sculpted by wind and sand, with deep contours, and a pair of dark brown eyes that gleamed with a sharp light when they opened and closed, just like a wolf king soaring in the sky and looking down on the grassland.
At the very center of the seven-jeweled crown he wore, a blood-red agate the size of a pigeon's egg trembled slightly with his breath, like the single eye of a wolf king gazing at its prey.
He wasn't wearing full armor, only a wide black robe embroidered with gold wolves, but his domineering aura, the power of life and death that he had long held in a superior position, filled the entire space as if it were a tangible presence.
On either side of the tent, eight of the most elite "Golden Wolf Guards" of the Hu tribe stood with their hands on their swords. Their figures were like iron towers, their faces hidden under iron helmets, but their eyes were as cold as knives. Their murderous aura was contained but not released, yet it was enough to make ordinary warriors tremble.
As expected of a great ruler! Mu Yun Lingyuan felt a chill in his heart. All his attributes were top-notch, especially his intelligence and political acumen, which far surpassed those of ordinary brutes.
When negotiating with such an opponent, every word must be carefully considered.
After a long silence, Guli Khan finally broke the silence. He did not immediately mention Muyun Lingyuan's request, but instead stretched out his large, calloused hand and slowly stroked the wolf head gold ornament inlaid on the armrest of the throne.
His voice was rough and hoarse, with a unique accent from the grasslands. He spoke slowly and deliberately, as if chatting casually, yet every word carried immense weight.
"The fledgling eagle of the Muyun family has lived under the skies of my Hu tribe for twelve winters and summers, getting used to the wind and snow here, and also learning some of the Hu tribe's skills."
Now that its wings have grown strong enough, it seems eager to spread its wings and return east upon hearing the call of its old nest?" He raised his eyes, his gaze sharp as lightning, and stared directly at Mu Yun Ling Yuan.
"You request an audience today, hoping that I... will be the east wind that carries you back to your nest?"
Mu Yunling bowed slightly, his manner extremely respectful, yet his posture showed no trace of obsequiousness. His clear voice echoed in the silent golden tent.
"Khan, you are wise. Ling Yuan has come not only to seek a favorable wind, but also to discuss with you how to quell the 'sandstorm' that may sweep across the grasslands of the nomadic tribes."
"Oh? A sandstorm?" Guli Khan raised an eyebrow, showing interest. He picked up the silver bowl filled with mare's milk wine from the table, but didn't drink it.
"Tell me, where did this sandstorm originate?"
Mu Yunlingyuan straightened his back, his eyes clear, and began to analyze the situation meticulously:
"Twelve years ago, my Muyun tribe was in turmoil and sought help from the Khan. The Khan generously sent troops to help my father quell the five tribes. The Muyun tribe will always remember this kindness."
However, in this battle, the Hu cavalry displayed their might, but also forged a blood feud with the Chidi and Guifang tribes who had participated in the siege of our tribe. At that time, the Khan was unable to completely eliminate the threat of the Western Rong due to their sudden invasion of the border, which was a major concern for him.
He paused, observing Guli Khan's subtle expression, and continued:
"Secondly, according to the alliance agreement of that year, my father ceded the Kehu grassland to the Hu tribe."
Kehu Grassland, with its abundant water and grass, is unparalleled in the northern frontier. It is also a sacred place in the hearts of my father, who rode horses as a child, and the old tribesmen.
The pain of ceding territory is like having my heart ripped out. Now my father, Muyunlie, has ascended to the position of Great Chanyu of the Xiongnu, uniting the six tribes, and his prestige and power are incomparable to what they once were.
"Does the Khan truly believe that my father harbors no resentment whatsoever about this grassland, or about the past when we were forced to cede territory for aid?" The men of the grasslands value their land and their dignity above all else.
Guli Khan paused slightly as he stroked the gold ornament, a sharp glint flashing in the depths of his eyes, but his face remained impassive.
"Thirdly, and this is the most pressing problem at present."
Mu Yunlingyuan's tone became more serious.
"Now the six tribes of the Xiongnu serve my father as their lord. The tribes that once had blood feuds with the Hu people are now all under the banner of the Xiongnu king."
If my father, in order to appease his people or for other reasons, tacitly approves or even condones their retaliatory raids against the Hu tribes, the Hu tribes will simultaneously face pressure from both the Western Rong and the Xiongnu.
My second brother, Mu Yunzhao, is hot-tempered and has close ties with the Xiutu tribe. If he comes to power one day, he will likely become even more radical.
At that time, even if the Hu tribe had an army of 100,000, how could they withstand a pincer attack from the east and west? The burning of their grasslands and the displacement of their people were not mere alarmist talk.
Every word was like a precise dagger, piercing Guli Khan's most sensitive and worrisome points.
The atmosphere inside the tent grew increasingly heavy, and even the Golden Wolf Guards seemed to slow their breathing.
Guli Khan silently took a sip of mare's milk wine, and when he put down the silver bowl, it made a crisp sound as it collided with the table.
He stared at Mu Yunlingyuan and slowly said, "You see things very clearly. So, in your opinion, how can this sandstorm be quelled? What can a hostage who has been in the Hu lands for twelve years without any power do?"
"What Ling Yuan can do is become that 'wall' that stands in front of the sandstorm."
Mu Yun Lingyuan met his gaze without flinching.
"I can promise the Khan that if I ever come to power in the Muyun tribe, my first priority will be to forge an eternal alliance with the Hu people."
The boundaries of the Kehu Pasture can be re-determined according to the new treaty, or compensation can be made in other ways to resolve old grievances.
At the same time, I will restrain the various Xiongnu tribes, strictly prohibiting them from harassing the borders of the Hu peoples. We may even establish an alliance to provide necessary support when the Hu peoples deal with the Western Rong, jointly ensuring the peace and security of the trade routes in the northern frontier.
"And the price?" Guli Khan cut to the chase. "What do you need me to do? It's not just a written order and a few thousand cavalry, is it?"
"The Khan is wise," Mu Yunlingyuan said.