The new situation is built on piles of bones.

Zhao Huan understood this very well; he knew that he could not possibly wipe out all the foreign tribes on the grasslands.

Moreover, it's impossible to completely eradicate them. To permanently eliminate future troubles, the only solution is to use the powerful Han culture to assimilate them.

Even if we were to assimilate these foreign people, it would take a very long time.

Killing a large number of the main forces can make the grasslands docile for a long time.

This long period of docility presents the best opportunity for Tonghua.

But even the red sweat couldn't withstand it.

With Zhao Huan's method of killing, killing anyone he encountered, his Naiman tribe suffered heavy losses even before the battle began.

It was difficult for him to break out in a rage and curse Zhao Huan for being despicable, shameless, and shameless.

You are the legitimate emperor of China, yet you led a group of people to the grasslands to kill unarmed ordinary people. Don't you have a conscience?

Yi Nanchihan was extremely anxious, because he was not only under pressure from Zhao Huan, but also because the 60,000 troops from Khabul had not yet arrived.

Everyone here is a seasoned shrew; given the current situation, it's impossible for Khabul's 60,000 troops to arrive.

That son of a bitch from Khabul is just fooling people; he won't send a single soldier.

It was also difficult for Yi Nanchi to curse Hebule and Zhao Huan together, cursing them every day.

While scolding him, he still had to send his son, Baibuhua, on a whim to the North Sea to see Hebule.

"My esteemed Khan Khabul, the king of the steppe, the Song emperor has slaughtered millions of the steppe people, and the steppe is in imminent danger. Only you can send troops to save the steppe."

Hebule said, "That's for sure. Our 60,000 warriors are already on their way south. Please don't worry. Once our army arrives, the Song emperor will surely flee back to the south in disgrace."