On the prairie, the strong are respected.

Even the weakest men regard women as grass.

On the prairie, in the eyes of men, women are tools to vent their desires and pass on their family line. If necessary, they are even social tools for men to exchange for fun. Not to mention status, even basic human rights do not exist.

In such a general environment, a man becomes a son-in-law and is the most incredible thing on the prairie.

And if this man is still a Han man, it is even more worthy of people treating this as a joke.

"The Guzha tribe was originally a small slave tribe, and there was no man in the entire tribe who had a hand in hand. It would be fine if a woman was the leader, but he even found a Han man to marry into his family. It was simply a big joke on the grassland."

Hu Yanzhuoli's words made several generals next to him laugh.

Everyone looked at Zhao Tailai without any concealing contempt or ridicule.

And among these eyes, Zhao Tailai remained motionless.

He said calmly: "I am the son-in-law of the Guzha tribe. There is nothing to be embarrassed to admit. I heard that General Hu Yan Zhuolie's mother was also a female hero who had been in many tribes back then?"

Hu Yan Zhuolie was born in a medium tribe on the prairie. He was the son of the leader of this tribe. His tribe had a conflict with another large tribe. During the war between the two sides, the other party kidnapped Hu Yan Zhuolie's mother. After being abused by this large tribe, his mother gave it to the leaders of several other tribes to enjoy. Finally, under the mediation of the wolf court, the war between the two tribes ended and his mother came back.

But less than a year after he came back, Hu Yanzhuoli was born.

Most of the herdsmen on the grassland were speculating about who Hu Yanzhuoli's bloodline came from.

This is almost an open secret.

Hu Yanzhuoli's face darkened. As his status increased, few people dared to mention this matter in front of him.

In his opinion, Zhao Tailai was like provoking himself.

With a choking sound, Hu Yan Zhuolie pulled out the battle knife and put it on Zhao Tailai's neck, saying with a ferocious look on his face: "Do you think I dare not kill you? Two-legged sheep?"

The unique title of the Liao people to the Han people was the two-legged sheep.

Even in their eyes, Han people are not humans.

A beast who just walks on two legs and has no ability to resist.

Zhao Tai looked at him without looking at the sword on his neck. He calmly said: "Of course you can kill me immediately. I am just a son-in-law of a small tribe and a Han man. If I kill me, no one will hold you responsible, and no one will take my death seriously."

At this point, Hu Yanzhuolie grinned and was very proud.

But Zhao Tailai's words below made him laugh.

"But after killing me, you will be attacked by the Qin army, and then you will lose your life, but you will also lose this large number of food and supplies that the prince urgently needs on the front line. At that time, you will die. The angry prince will seek guilt from your tribe. Your tribe will be expelled from the territory that appears, and will rush to the most desolate Tianshan Mountains in the prairie, where they are eaten up by the barbarians and fend for themselves."

Zhao Tailai's words made Hu Yanzhuo furious.

He twitched his sword, and the sharp blade cut open the skin on Zhao Tailai's neck. Blood seeped out along the sharp blade, and the bright red and bright white complemented each other, which was shocking.
Chapter completed!