We have fought to the Arctic Circle, and you want me to inherit the throne?

Daqing, serve the king?

Although he was trapped in the Heishui Mohe army, the old man had heard of this vassal king.

He attacked the Khitan in the north and Goryeo in the east, conquering all the Mohe tribes west of the Liao River.

Du Diji originally wanted to incorporate these tribes into the Heishui Mohe, but he did not expect that King Feng would get there first.

If all the rumors are true, this prince of Daqing is indeed an extraordinary and wise leader.

However, the old man was not in a hurry to express his thoughts.

"As far as I know, your Fengtian Army just suffered a defeat at the gates of Mudi City. Was that also when you were captured alive by Du Diji?"

He Conglong breathed a sigh of relief after hearing the old man's words.

At least the other party did not show direct hostility, which means that their Solon tribe was not loyal to the Black Water Mohe and was only forced to submit.

However, his defeat in that battle still made the other side question the strength of the Fengtian Army.

He Conglong thought for a moment and said, "The defeat of the Fengtian Army was not due to the Black Water Mohe, but to the joint attack of the Goryeo and Mohe."

"When the Mohe army arrived, our army had only captured Mudi City half an hour ago. We had no time to regroup before we were caught off guard by the Mohe cavalry."

"Even so, the Black Water Mohe are not completely victorious. Although our army has sacrificed thousands of soldiers, Mudi City is still in our hands."

The old man's Xia language was obviously not that good, and he had a hard time understanding such long paragraphs.

However, he also understood the Mohe language, so with the help of Wanyan's translation, the two could still communicate smoothly.

After hearing Wanyan's translation of He Conglong's words, the old man nodded slightly.

He still agreed with what He Conglong said about the Fengtian Army's powerful combat capability.

Although the Solon tribe did not participate in the battle that day, they were also at the rear of the battlefield. The old man saw the heroic deeds of the 5,000 brave warriors of the Fengtian Army who were the last to leave.

Even though more than half of their members were killed in the battle, they still fought to the death, and the remaining remnants were able to retreat back to the city calmly. This kind of army can definitely be called the best in the world.

"What do you want my Sauron tribe to do?" the old man finally asked.

He Conglong said sternly, "From what I've seen, the warriors of the Solon tribe are skilled fighters, but they are not belligerent. They were simply forced to join forces with the Black Water Mohe."

"The Fengtian troops in Mudi City are just a small detachment. My king has sent 150,000 troops to attack Liaodong, and reinforcements are constantly arriving. Currently, the Fengtian troops in Liaodong number over 200,000."

"Although the Black Water Mohe are coming with great force, they are already at the end of their strength. Sooner or later they will be defeated by our Fengtian Army."

He Conglong couldn't see the change in the old man's expression, but since he had said this, he simply stopped hiding it.

"The news of Mudi City must have reached King Feng. Our king is a wise and courageous ruler and will definitely take countermeasures."

"Within seven days, something unexpected will happen!"

"I hope your department can lend me a helping hand when the time comes, and with the help of both internal and external forces, we can eliminate Du Diji and his minions right here!"

"My king clearly distinguishes between gratitude and resentment. If the Sauron tribe can help me succeed, I will definitely reward you handsomely in the future!"

After saying that, He Conglong stood up, bowed his head and bowed deeply.

The old man looked at He Conglong, who also raised his head and looked at him with sincerity in his eyes.

"Alas..." The old man sighed deeply, "Two tigers are fighting each other, and my Sauron tribe must make a choice."

Although the Solon tribe is powerful, they are far away from home and have only 600 people.

They couldn't afford to offend the Heishui Mohe, nor could they afford to offend the Fengtian Army, but He Conglong came knocking on their door, and they couldn't stay out of it.

The old man looked at He Conglong and said slowly, "I see that you speak clearly and logically. You must not be an ordinary Fengtian Army soldier, right?"

He Conglong said without hesitation: "He Conglong, commander of the Fengtian Army's right wing, greets the elder."

The old man didn't understand this sentence, so Wanyan translated it again.

Hearing this, the burly man with a mace behind the old man showed a strange look on his face. It was obvious that he also understood Mohe language.

The old man was also a little surprised: "The commander of an army actually personally cuts off the rear?"

He Conglong resolutely said, "I only regret that my long sword in my hand is not sharp enough to kill more Mohe barbarians!"

After hearing these words again, the strong man's expression eased a lot, and there was a hint of appreciation in his eyes when he looked at He Conglong.

"General, you are so loyal and brave. I cannot bear to harm you. However, my warriors are stranded abroad, and I cannot bear to see them die in vain." The old man stroked his beard and said slowly, "General, please go. What we said will not be heard. I will pretend that you have never been here."

He Conglong frowned slightly when he heard this and said, "Having said this, the elder wants to stay out of this?"

The old man bowed and said, "The Sauron tribe is small and weak, so we can't help you, General. But please rest assured, when the Fengguo army arrives, we will never be their enemy."

He Conglong sneered, "To be indecisive is not what a real man does!"

Seeing He Conglong's attitude, the old man frowned instantly.

Seeing this, the other people in the tent also moved their hands to the weapons at their waists, looking at He Conglong eagerly.

The sturdy man's eyes were wide open with anger, and he picked up the mace behind him and was about to move forward.

He Conglong's expression remained unchanged. He didn't even glance at the threats from the people around him, but just stared at the old man.

"Okay." The old man stretched out his hand to stop the strong man and looked at He Conglong helplessly.

"General He, do you know that my Solon tribe is so far away from home that joining the Black Water Mohe is a helpless move?"

He Conglong nodded.

The old man asked again, "Then do you know that Du Diji doesn't trust us at all and is using us as knives, forcing us to face the most dangerous enemy?"

"I know a little bit." He Conglong replied.

"If that's the case, how can you guarantee that if we choose to help King Feng, he won't treat us like the Black Water Mohe?"

"If King Feng also uses the Solon tribe as a weapon, why should we take the risk of betraying Du Diji and help King Feng?"

He Conglong fell silent after hearing this.

This is a question of stance. From He Conglong's perspective, the Solon tribe was treated like slaves by the Heishui Mohe, so how could they be happy in the Fengtian Army?

But from the perspective of the Solon tribe, they are dependent on others wherever they go. The King Feng may be very good to his own people, but he may not be as good to the Solon tribe as Du Diji.

He Conglong closed his eyes and did not respond for a long time.

He once again put himself in Li Che's perspective, wondering how His Highness would respond if he were here.

The old man was not in a hurry. He just asked someone to add some water for him and waited patiently.

After a moment, He Conglong slowly opened his eyes: "I can answer your questions."

The old man smiled slightly, held out his hand and said, "I'd like to hear the details."

"My country has a nine-rank system of nobility. Any ethnic group has the right to obtain the same status as the Qing people."

He Conglong explained the nine-level civilian nobility system, and the old man listened patiently.

Then he shook his head and asked, "If you want equality among all ethnic groups, why did you invent this system of nobility?"

He Conglong replied: "Because those people are war criminals, they were once enemies of Fengguo and were forced to join."

"All those who voluntarily join the Feng Kingdom will automatically receive the highest level of civilian nobility. If the Solon tribe is willing to join, they can immediately obtain Fengren status."

"Fengren? Not Qingren?" the old man asked doubtfully.

"That's right, Fengren!" He Conglong said firmly, "Qingren have bloodline restrictions, but Fengren don't."

"Fengren are not a nation in the narrow sense. Anyone who is willing to accept Chinese ideology and culture and is loyal to the country is a member of the Chinese nation and a Fengren!"

"I can swear that my king will treat every Feng people equally, including all the peoples of the three tribes of Sauron."

The old man thought for a moment and shook his head: "Even so, my Sauron tribe is unwilling to live under someone else's roof..."

"Besides!" He Conglong interrupted, "Every Fengtian person can have enough food to eat. This is the most basic right of Fengtian people!"

"Hmm?" The old man was slightly startled. "Tell me more and have a full meal."

The Solon tribe will never be enslaved unless they are provided with food and shelter.