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

At this moment, He Conglong finally found the most precise point.

food!

For the ethnic groups outside the Great Wall, except Fengguo, the most important thing is food during the cold winter!

He Conglong knew from what he saw and heard in the Heishui Mohe army that even for middle-level leaders like Yicida, food was in short supply.

Instead of preaching to the Saurons, it is better to hit the nail on the head and promise them plenty of food.

"You mean, you can feed all 600 people in our Sauron tribe?" The old man's hands trembled slightly.

He Conglong looked at the Sauron warriors around him, and they all looked at him with disbelief.

As soon as he entered the camp, he discovered that although these Sauron warriors looked fierce, their complexions were not very good, and it was obvious that they had not eaten a full meal for a long time.

The Saurons are all tall and strong, and such strong men need a lot of nutrition and energy intake.

Especially since this group of strong men are in the cold north, the amount of food they consume is absolutely astonishing.

Dudiji needs their powerful fighting power and will not let them starve to death, but he will definitely not feed them enough either.

This half-dead state is the easiest to control.

He Conglong chuckled and said, "In my Fengtian Army, even the civilians, auxiliary soldiers, and even those war criminals, can all have enough to eat!"

hiss--

The surrounding Saurons all gasped.

"What if we join..." the old man asked tentatively.

He Conglong waved his hand and said, "I have made the decision on behalf of Your Highness. The military rations of the Sauron Tribe will be distributed according to the highest standards. No one of you will be left hungry!"

The old man fell silent after hearing this.

He Conglong picked up the cup in front of him and drank it all in one gulp.

The birch syrup was sweet and thirst-quenching, making him feel refreshed.

Your Highness...you have foresight!

What about gold, copper coins, silk, and treasures?

In this wild northern land where strength is respected, food is the enduring hard currency!

"What do you need us to do?" the old man raised his head and said.

He Conglong showed a wolf-like smile on his face, just like the look on Li Che's face when he was planning.

"I will continue to challenge other small tribes, gather more slaves, and expand my own power."

"Later, I will move my camp closer to yours. When things change, we can unite our forces. We can either charge the central camp and capture Dudiji, or we can take advantage of the chaos to break out of the encirclement and escape the control of the Mohe army."

The old man nodded slightly and fell silent again, as if weighing the pros and cons.

This time, the two poles reversed, and the person who sat firmly on the Diaoyutai became He Conglong.

He Conglong held the water cup and looked at the old man with a smile, looking relaxed and at ease.

After a moment, the old man sighed deeply and said, "Well, this is feasible."

He Conglong smiled slightly, placed the water cup on the table, and said with a bow, "Fengguo welcomes the warriors of the Sauron tribe."

The old man nodded, then said seriously, "However, I have to say in advance that the Solon tribe can temporarily join the Feng Kingdom, but there is one thing I hope General He can agree to on behalf of His Royal Highness the King of Feng."

"Why don't you tell me about it?" He Conglong said.

"General He may not know that our Solon Khanate is located in the far north, and my army of more than 600 people is just a branch of the Khanate."

"For various reasons, our warriors have left their homeland, but their homesickness has never ceased. Unfortunately, the Khitan, Shiwei, and Mohe peoples blocked our way home, and we faced numerous difficulties."

"If one day we find a way to return to our homeland, Your Highness, please do not stop us and allow us to return to our roots."

He Conglong fell into deep thought after hearing this.

This is somewhat beyond his authority.

But things have come to this point, and He Conglong has no other choice.

He came from a salt merchant family and was by no means a pedantic person, otherwise he would not have achieved that position.

"This is human nature. I can promise you that," He Conglong said, "but I can't be too firm. I will definitely do my best to help you persuade His Highness, but I can't guarantee that it will work."

The old man breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good..."

Afterwards, He Conglong's negotiations with the old man went much more smoothly than expected.

The old man asked many questions about the specific situation of Fengguo, and He Conglong also picked out some that he could answer and answered truthfully.

He Conglong also had some understanding of the situation of the Sauron tribe.

The old man is not the leader of this tribe, but holds a position similar to that of an elder.

The burly man holding the mace is the leader, but he doesn't take charge of things. All matters, big or small, are handled by the elders.

Sauron's army consists of more than 600 people, 20% of whom are women, and the remaining 80% are young and strong warriors who are skilled in archery and horsemanship.

Even those women were strong and of marriageable age. They could wash clothes and cook, and they could also ride horses and kill enemies.

The fighting power of this group of Sauron people is indeed impressive, and the Black Water Mohe paid a heavy price to control them.

In the end, the elders were worried that the Sauron tribe had suffered too many casualties, so they temporarily surrendered to the Black Water Mohe.

As the two sides discussed in depth, the atmosphere became much more harmonious.

The brazier in the tent was burning brightly, driving away the severe cold.

Several women took out the few frozen meat and fish from the snow cave and insisted on treating He Conglong to a meal.

He Conglong couldn't refuse and had to agree.

But he would not eat for free, so he asked Wanyan to go to his tent to get some wine and drink with the Sauron warriors.

After three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.

The Sauron warriors drank so happily that they started dancing around the fireplace.

Although He Conglong did not join in, he was very considerate and clapped his hands to add to the fun.

The elder's weather-beaten face was filled with smiles. He patted He Conglong on the shoulder and said in his not-so-fluent Central Plains dialect:

"General He, we of the Solon tribe respect our king and abide by the sacred covenant."

"The Sauron tribe has an extremely precious item, a sacred object for us Saurons."

"As a token of our sincerity, we would like to present this to King Feng."

After saying this, he glanced mysteriously towards the back of the tent and clapped his hands.

A burly Sauron man walked out from behind the tent, holding a furry white ball in his arms.

The ball curled up and didn't move.

As the man came closer, He Conglong could see clearly that it was actually a snow-white little bear!

The round body, small ears and black nose are particularly conspicuous among the white fur.

The little bear seemed to feel the warmth of the brazier, moved slightly, made a slight 'whimper' sound, and then slowly opened his eyes.

A pair of black and bright eyes, like the twinkling stars in the night sky, pure and innocent.

"This sacred object is... a bear?" He Conglong said in surprise.