After Heba finished speaking, the tent was silent awkwardly and coldly. At this time, not to mention Ge Dan's heart was in a mess, even the leader of Shatu of other tribes was as if he were confused, fearful, and at a loss.

The reinforcements of the Black Capricorns will not come, and the 40,000 troops in the tribe will be eliminated in one day. Such news and attacks will make people even more desperate for the Shartu Seven tribes, which have already been walking on thin ice. How many more troops can the entire Shartu Seven tribes be brought together? In the past two years, wars have continued to stop on the Gulang grassland, and many men in many tribes are about to fight them all. Now, the most of the tribes are women, children, the elderly, the weak, the sick, and the disabled. How can they still struggle? In the Han army of less than 30,000, there are more than 10,000 archers and cavalrymen. When they think of the Han people, countless rangers and militia, they will reach Xingxing Lake in the blink of an eye. The Shatu people in the tent feel like the sky is about to collapse.

"What's wrong? I'm mute. Are you all good at talking from time to time on weekdays? Why don't you talk anymore at this time?" Ge Dan roared like a bull with red eyes, gasping in his nostrils, staring at the others in the tent, "Sola, aren't you the smartest person in Fenghe tribe? What's your solution now?"

The Shatu man named Sora didn't dare to look at Ge Dan's eyes, but lowered his head and said no.

Ge Dan's eyes stared at the other person's face again, "Turuko, your coyote tribe is not the bravest warriors on the Gulang grassland. What about you, what are your coyote tribes planning to do now?"

"The weeds on the grassland can be cut and grown, but the brave warriors cannot die and live!" Turugo's old face was bitter like a tree bark, and there was even a hint of tears in its red eyes. The voice was full of desolation. "Last time we fought with the Capricorns, our coyote tribe suffered heavy losses. I died two sons myself. In the battle of the White Stone Pass, the coyote tribe lost nearly 8,000 of the most brave elites. In the past few months, more than 20 small and medium-sized tribes under the coyote tribe were massacred by the Han people. There are less than half of the small and medium-sized tribes who can escape to Xingxing Lake. Among the warriors who went to war today, my nephew, who is only fifteen years old. Now there are only some women, children, old and weak, and they are no longer able to fight..."

When the other Shatu people in the tent heard this, they all felt sad and didn't know what to say. The current situation of the coyote tribe is also the current situation of other tribes. Just yesterday, everyone thought they could compete with the Han people, but now, no one thought so anymore.

"Godan, I... have an idea... I don't know if I should say it..." In an embarrassing silence, Heba's eyes flashed, his head shrank, and he looked at everyone in the room with a lewd look.

"What are your ideas? Let's talk about it?" Ge Dan looked at Heba, and although he felt inexplicably disgusted, he still asked with anger.

"This... I'll tell you... Please don't be surprised... I'm also... for the future of our Shartu Seventh Tribe..." Heba said hesitantly.

"Tell me, no matter what you say, we are discussing now, it is not your sin!" Ge Dan said.

Heba's eyes circled the faces of the people in the room, and finally spoke in a low voice, "Or... or we'll ask the Han people... for peace!"

Hearing Heba say this, Ge Dan and the other Shatu people in the big tent all of a sudden change in their expressions. What is the purpose of seeking peace? This is just a nice sound. To put it bluntly, Heba wants the seven Shatu tribes to surrender to the Han people.

"Think about it, the Han army led by Yan Liqiang is so terrifying now. What should we do to stop it? What's more, with the Han army's more rangers and militias, they won this time. With the morale of those Han people, they might be more courageous and unscrupulous. Once the Han people are united, this is the most terrifying thing. Once the Han people are all rushing to Xingxing Lake to burn, kill, kill, and loot, maybe hundreds of thousands of people will be killed or plundered.

, What should we do? "Seeing that everyone was not talking, Heba's eyes flashed with a cunning light and his voice became a little louder, "Qiuhe only temporarily stabilized the Han people. Those Han people were very happy and liked to show their face. We can tell the Han people that our Seventh Shatu tribes will be in Xingxing Lake after the jurisdiction of Qi Yun's Supervisor, bow to them, and offer countless horses, cattle and sheep to Qi Yun's Supervisor every year, just like when we first came to the Gulang Grassland!"

After hearing what Heba said, everyone's eyes flashed in the tent. Even Ge Dan, after his face changed for a moment, began to seriously consider this suggestion. For the Ebony tribe, surrendering to the Han people again did not seem to be unacceptable, because at first, the Seventh tribe of Shatu was under the jurisdiction of the Han people's Qi Yun Guardian. Now when he goes back, he is not psychologically unacceptable.

"Do you think those Han people will still believe in our peace after the Battle of Baishi Pass?" Ge Dan said with a frown.

"I heard that the supervisor of Qi Yun, Yan Liqiang, is young and has some skills, but he is just a lustful person. Didn't he accept all the Su Shali and the beautiful women whom our Uli tribe gave him before? This time, we go to ask for peace with him, and we can give him a hundred beauties. The tribes gather together and give him some more money. As long as we lower our posture and find a step for him, I think it should not be difficult to ask for peace!" At this point, Heba looked around the tent in a lewd manner, and his voice became mysterious.

There was a faint ferocity, "Now the strength of the Seventh Division of Shatu is not as strong as before, but the Qiyun Supervisor's Mansion is getting stronger and stronger. We can no longer fight with the Han people. At this time, as long as we stabilize the Han people, let us recuperate in Xingxing Lake and give birth to the population. After another twenty or thirty years, when our women give birth to the children, the Seventh Division of Shatu will restore its strength and more men will hold the sword. This ancient prairie is not our final decision. Then, the Qiyun Supervisor's Mansion, we destroyed one before, and we can also destroy it again in the future!"

"I think this idea is feasible..."

"I think it's OK, too!"

"No matter how strong the eagle is, it will avoid storms, and no matter how strong the wolf is, it will lick its wounds. This is not embarrassing. In the words of the Han people, this is a temporary solution, and I think it is feasible!"

The Shatu nobles in the big tent all became excited again as if they were injected with chicken blood and began to speak out in a word. Heba's idea was not easy to accept at first, but when you think about it carefully, it was a good idea.

Ge Dan pondered for a moment, and was also very moved, thinking that this method might be tried, because at this time, he had no tricks.

Just as everyone was talking about it in the big tent, suddenly, a sudden and cold voice suddenly appeared in the big tent.

"You Shatu dogs really can't change your shit. At this time, you still want to play tricks on your disciples. I'm gonna be..."

This voice is obviously from Han people, and it sounds no longer young. It seems to be an old guy. The senior officials of Shatu people can speak Han people, so everyone can understand this voice.

In an instant, all Shatu people in the big tent changed their faces.

"Who..." Ge Dan roared angrily and pulled out the knife from his waist.

"Crash..." With a sound, a big hole was directly broken into the ceiling of the big tent, and a figure fell from the big hole with starlight, "It's your grandfather and me!"

Seeing the figure falling, Ge Dan and the two senior officials of the Shatu Seventh Division beside him, without thinking, they yelled and slashed at the figure.

"Shishe..." Ge Dan felt a flash in front of him, and he saw nothing, and then there was a severe pain. His throat was already penetrated by a silver spear head, and then he flew backwards...
Chapter completed!