Shi Yong stared at the receding boat and punched a tree trunk by the river, sending wood chips flying!
Zhaotou...why is this happening?
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The Northern Di royal court, inside the golden-roofed tent.
The atmosphere was oppressive, like the silence before a storm.
The Northern Di Khan Wutugu leaned against a throne covered with snow-white wolf skin, his face so gloomy that water could drip out of it.
Below, the leaders and princes of various tribes also had solemn expressions, and the air was filled with an indescribable anxiety and...desire.
"Chanyu!"
An old prince with white hair and beard couldn't help but speak in a hoarse voice, "Fine salt... still no news? The herders in my tribe haven't tasted salt in almost half a month!"
"The livestock are exhausted, the people are listless, and the children are crying for salt... If this continues, people will lose their morale!"
"Yes, Chanyu! Those Dayin smugglers used to scurry around like marmots on the grasslands, but now there's not a single one left! Where's the salt they had?"
"I heard...that General Dayin, Zhao Muyun, issued a strict order to completely cut off all smuggling channels!"
"Damn Zhao Muyun! Damn Mahmud! He said nice things at first, that we'd have plenty of fine salt, but now he's severing our lifeblood!"
Complaints and curses spread in the tent like a plague.
The Northern Di people, who were used to the convenience and deliciousness brought by fine salt, were suddenly brought back to their original state and had to face the bitter, rough, and impure earth salt again. The huge sense of gap gnawed at everyone's nerves like a poisonous insect.
Salt deficiency not only causes stomach distress, but also leads to decreased physical strength, the spread of diseases, and fatigue in livestock. The vitality of the entire grassland seems to be rapidly lost.
Wutugu rubbed his eyebrows irritably.
Isn't he anxious too?
As the Chanyu, he knew better than anyone the dire consequences of a cut in the supply of fine salt.
Just when he was about to despair, the curtain was suddenly opened, and a messenger rushed in with ecstasy:
"Report! Chanyu! Great news! General Timur has an urgent report! He has captured the Yinzhou Salt Lake! The Salt Lake... is now under our control!"
"What?"
Wutugu suddenly jumped up from the throne, with a terrifying light flashing in his eyes!
All the princes and leaders in the tent were instantly excited!
"Salt Lake! We have our own salt lake!"
"God bless you, Great Di! You don't have to look at that bastard Zhao Muyun's face anymore!"
"Timur! Well done! You are truly the eagle of the grassland!"
Ecstasy instantly drowned out all the gloom.
Wutugu's voice trembled with excitement. "Quick! Pass on the Chanyu's order! Promote Temur to the rank of Deputy Commander of Ten Thousand Cavalry and confer the title of King of Shule!"
"The Shulechuan grasslands will all belong to him! Order him to immediately organize manpower and work hard to boil fine salt! The more the better! The faster the better! This will help us, the Great Di, to solve our urgent problem!"
He seemed to have seen the snow-white salt gushing out from the salt lake like a river, flowing to every corner of the grassland, and the herdsmen singing and dancing.
Zhao Muyun? Your plan to cut off the salt supply is ultimately a futile effort!
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