"It feels so good to be able to eat my fill!"

The two barbarians, having eaten and drunk their fill, rubbed their round bellies with expressions of enjoyment.

The instructor looked at the two of them and smiled, "By the way, what are your names?"

The guard replied respectfully, "I have no name; they all call me Daran."

Guard: "I don't have a name either; they all call me Mountain Chef."

"Ha~, Dalan, Shanpao, what strange names!"

The instructor smiled and shook his head, then said, "It's about time; you should go back now!"

Upon hearing this, the two remembered the purpose of their visit and reluctantly stood up.

Soon, several Han soldiers brought twenty catties of flatbread, twenty catties of dried meat, and several naan breads to the two men.

"This...sir, there are only a few of us, we can't eat this much!"

Looking at all this food, Dalan said with a reserved expression.

"Then save it for when you get hungry."

The instructor waved his hand and said with a heavy expression, "I've been hungry before, and I know how unpleasant it is to go hungry. If you're ever hungry in the future, come here!"

Upon hearing this, their eyes immediately welled up with tears. This was the first time in their lives that they had encountered someone who had been so kind to them.

"Thank you so much, we will always remember your kindness!"

With that, the two knelt down with a thud and bowed deeply to the instructor.

"Hey~, get up quickly, don't thank me, if you want to thank someone, you should thank the current emperor."

The instructor quickly helped the two up and said earnestly, "His Majesty said that your ancestors were from the Sanmiao people. We Miao and Han are one family, sharing the same roots and origins. You are also citizens of the Han Dynasty, so naturally we cannot treat you unfairly, can we?"

"Did the Emperor really say that?"

Dalan stared blankly at the teacher. He had never been to school and knew nothing about his ancestors. Since he could remember, he had been called a barbarian bandit. This was the first time he had ever heard the name "Sanmiao people".

The instructor chuckled and retorted, "What? Do you usually dare to use your king's name to deceive people?"

Dalan shook his head: "No... I wouldn't dare!"

The instructor stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder: "Alright, hurry back, or it won't be good if someone finds out!"

"Um!"

The two nodded and were then escorted out of the city by the Han army.

Before long, the two arrived at a place not far from the barbarian camp. Shan Pao suddenly stopped and whispered:

"I suddenly decided not to go back to the camp. I want to go back to the mountains, bring my wife and daughter out, and go to the Han people for refuge!"

Dalan turned to look at Shanpao and said in a deep voice, "I'd like to too, but General Dong is still waiting for us to bring him food, and there are many brothers in the camp. Wouldn't it be better to go back and talk to the brothers and go to join the Han together?"

Upon hearing this, the mountain chef nodded: "You're right, if we're going, let's take the tribesmen with us!"

"Alright, let's go!"

Dalan smiled, then walked towards the camp with Shanpao, found a low section of the stockade wall, and climbed over it.

Soon, the two of them brought the food to the camp where Dong Zhuo was being held.

The three guards who remained inside the tent stared at the food in the cloth bag with gleaming eyes, constantly swallowing their saliva.

"Haha~, don't be shy, come and eat with us!"

Looking at the wine and meat in front of him, Dong Zhuo generously invited the others to come forward.

"General Dong, I'll untie you!"

Dalan also went up to Dong Zhuo with a eager expression and untied the ropes binding him.

"What? Aren't you afraid I'll run away?"

Dong Zhuo cracked his knuckles and asked with a laugh.

Dalan smiled and said, "General Dong, if you're going to run away, you'd better take us with you!"

"What? You went to our military camp, and now you don't want to stay here?"

Upon hearing this, Dong Zhuo looked at Dalan with amusement.

"General Dong, please don't mock a petty person!"

Dalan shook his head and gave a bitter smile, "If we had enough to eat, why would we offend the Han Dynasty?"

Dong Zhuo nodded in agreement: "That's true. Back when I was in Xiliang, the Qiang people I encountered were similar to you, or even worse!"

However, they are much better off than you now. With the help of our Great Han, some Qiang people who moved to the Great Han are no longer worried about food and drink!

"General Dong, could you tell us about this in detail?"

Upon hearing this, the other three barbarian soldiers on guard also changed their expressions and looked at Dong Zhuo with hope in their eyes.

"Of course, no problem! Come on, let's eat and talk!"

Dong Zhuo laughed heartily, then beckoned Dalan, Shanpao, and the three guards to sit beside him.

After taking a bite of jerky and a sip of wine, Dong Zhuo slowly said:

"This story goes back to three years ago. At that time, the Qiang people were all managed by their powerful figures. We Han people rarely interfered. After all, they were all Qiang people, so their powerful figures had to treat them well, right?"

But later, a group of Qiang people killed our Han people. His Majesty was furious and sent troops to capture the murderers.

As a result, when our people arrived in the Qiang region, they discovered that the lives of the Qiang people were worse than death, and those powerful people didn't treat the Qiang people as human beings at all..

Dong Zhuo then recounted the hardships endured by the Qiang people to Dalan and the others.

"Alas, to be honest, General Dong, we are not much different from those Qiang people. The medicinal herbs, fruits, food, and game we hunt must all be handed over to the tribal chief!"

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