Han Khan

Chapter 27, Surrender

There are more than 7000 Uighurs, and those with courage are either kneeling on the ground or have died in battle. In addition, most of these Uighurs are women, children and people who are eager to survive.

In the sunlight, the remaining Uighurs saw that their leader and his relatives had been beheaded, and they huddled together like a flock of frightened chickens, with their heads hung, their eyes dull and their expressions wooden. They seemed to have lost the ability to cry, let alone answer questions.

“Your Highness, the prisoners kneeling before you are all tribal leaders, wizards, decapitation commanders, centurions, and the like.

I questioned these people and found that they were not all Uighurs. Some of their tribes were Fan, Sai and Qiang.

Most of these tribes were conquered by the Uighurs from the vast sea and the plateau, and were swept here.” Yin Shanxiong and Wang Duoji said at the right time.

"Oh!" Zhang Sheng couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

At this moment, Zhang Sheng, who was feeling torn, suddenly felt extremely surprised.

Now, what bothered him was that the number of Uighur slaves far exceeded that of the Jin Han masters who ruled them!
How could this be possible? After all, if a large-scale slave rebellion broke out, the Jinhan people would be completely finished!
Zhang Sheng walked towards them, and his personal guards immediately followed.

He looked at a prisoner with red hair, green eyes, and a huge scar running from his right brow to his left cheek. This man had an Indo-European appearance that was clearly from Central and West Asia.

"What's your name?" Zhang Sheng slowly tried to ask the prisoner in Uighur.

"Your Excellency, my name is Bojiu, and I am the leader of the people here." The prisoner immediately raised his head, then immediately lowered his head and pressed it close to the grass, answering Zhang Sheng's question with trembling voice.

"Oh, Sai people? Bojiu, where are you from, how many people are there, and why are you here?" Zhang Sheng asked again.

The Sai man replied in a panic: "My Lord, I and my people are originally residents of Liucheng (Shanshan, which was called Liuzhong during the Tang Dynasty).

Later, we were slaves captured by Tugeldagan. There were more than 100 people from about 500 households. We were the subjects of the Uighurs who smelted iron, forged armor and made swords.

Honorable sir, please forgive us! We are just slaves of the Uighurs and have never fought with the warriors under your command." His voice was trembling and full of pleading.

Zhang Sheng had no intention of killing anyone, he just wanted to intimidate the captives so that they would not cause any trouble.

When they heard that these Sai people had the skills to forge iron, they were very happy. After much anticipation, a blacksmith finally appeared.

"Would you like to submit to me and become my subjects? Would you like to forge iron for me?
Don't worry, as long as you are obedient, don't cause trouble, and don't rebel against me, I will protect you and no one will dare to harm you."

"I am willing! My Lord! As long as you can protect us poor people and give us food, I and my people will be loyal to you and follow you till death!"

The Sai man called Bojiu slowly crawled to Zhang Sheng's feet while talking excitedly.

He first humbly kissed the riding boots that Zhang Sheng was wearing, and then he knocked his head hard, making a "bang bang bang" sound, as if he wanted to break his forehead.

Finally, he raised his head and looked at Zhang Sheng with ecstasy on his face, his eyes full of gratitude and awe.

"Okay, gather your people and follow my guard. I will lead you to find a place to rest.

In a moment, cattle, sheep, horses, and vehicles will be sent to you as my reward to you. Load your supplies and tools and migrate north tomorrow."

"I thank you for your kindness, sir! I thank you for your kindness, sir..."

The Sai leader named Bojiu kowtowed to Zhang Sheng to express his gratitude, then bowed and slowly retreated back to the captives, finding his tribesmen one by one and leading them out of the group of captives.

Seeing how the Sai people Bojiu and his people were treated, the kneeling captives looked at each other in silence, with different expressions in their eyes.

"Sir, we are Tibetans and Qiangs from the Snow Region. We are willing to herd horses and sheep for you, chop wood and milk cows... We are also useful! I beg you to let us, your humble slaves, go."

At this time, a Tibetan man with a long braid decorated with agate and gems and wearing yak skin, risking being killed by the Jin Han warriors beside him, bravely looked up and spoke to Zhang Sheng, then quickly lowered his head and lay close to the ground.

After he finished speaking, some leaders of the Qiang and Uighur captives also started shouting.

"Sir, please forgive us! We are just humble slaves, unworthy of defiling your precious sword. We can also work as herders for you... Please forgive us!"

"Chieftains and shamans of all tribes, please come out. I want to make your acquaintance." Seeing this, Zhang Sheng's expression became gentle. Well, he had to be gentle.

He wanted to subdue these people. If he killed them again, the captives might rebel, which would also be a waste of manpower.

Then, a group of tribal leaders and wizards, whose attire and appearance were obviously superior to those of the other captives, knelt on the ground and moved to the front little by little.

Looking at the leaders kneeling on the ground, Zhang Sheng could not help but feel a sense of pride. Although they all came from weak tribes, including Tibetans, Uighurs, Sai people, Qiang people, etc., being weak is good, and being strong is not good. How to control these captives is really a difficult problem in his mind.

But now looking at this scene, it really makes him happy.

"Are you willing to submit to me and become my subjects?" Zhang Sheng put his hands on his hips, the sword at his waist swaying as he spoke.

"Slave..." A Uighur leader was about to speak when he was interrupted by an old man wearing a feather-woven crown and a colorful robe woven from various materials.

When the Uighurs saw that it was the shaman of the tribe, they shut their mouths and waited for him to speak first.

"The Eternal God Tengri revealed to me last night that His messenger will arrive here today, and all tribes must submit and obey His orders.

As a shaman, I have been worried since today. I am waiting to see you, my lord! Then I will know that what the gods said has come true. You are the messenger of Tengri. I am Uzur, the shaman of the Tuger tribe of the Uighurs. I kowtow to the messenger of heaven and wish you good health and happiness. "

After that, he turned to the captives and the leaders of the tribes and said, "This noble man is the envoy of Tengri. Why don't you quickly submit and show your loyalty?"

Zhang Sheng's eyes lit up at this moment. He had originally wanted to use religion to form the intellectual and priest class of the new Jinhan tribe, as well as to appease and manage the basic tribesmen from various ethnic origins.

Now that this Uighur shaman was so understanding, he felt a sense of "Fate! Everything is fate, everything is predetermined! It is so mysterious."

“Uzur, I am the creator of all things in the universe → the messenger of the Lord of Heaven, His shadow on earth, the Son of Heaven appointed by Him, the Eternal Heaven Tengri Gutu as you call him.

I died and was resurrected by the will of God Haotian, and all Jinhan people can testify for me.

I once vowed to complete the mission given to me by the God of Heaven and to establish a kingdom on earth that is connected to His heaven.

I have vowed to compile the sacred history of His creation of the world and mankind, His reputation, His will, His love and revelation to mankind into a Holy Book in elegant language.

Then, we will faithfully carry out His orders and spread the Kingdom of Heaven and the Holy Book to every corner of the world, so that everyone can honor His beautiful name and prestige, convert to Him, and have devout faith in Him. "

Zhang Sheng said to the Uighur shaman in front of him.

Afterwards, in the shocked gazes of the Jin Han soldiers and the dumbfounded faces of all the captives, a dazzling golden light slowly rose from under Zhang Sheng's feet.

It was as if the gods in heaven responded to Zhang Sheng's words and testified to his oath.

Zhang Sheng spoke again in a gentle tone.

“Now the Jinhan tribe and the Holy Church have three chief priests. Wuzul, are you willing to become the fourth priest of the Holy Church of the Jinhan tribe?

The priest is a clergyman who assists the emperor and his descendants, represents the emperor in spreading the truth bestowed by Haotian God to the world, and serves Haotian. "

"I..., the humble man..., Wuzur, am honored to receive the appointment of the Son of Heaven and become a priest of the Holy Religion. I will swear to be loyal to the messenger of the gods on earth until death and will never betray the Son of Heaven appointed by the gods and your descendants. I am willing to use my life to spread the will of the Lord of Heaven."

Wuzul was so shocked by Zhang Sheng that he was incoherent and flustered.

When Zhang Sheng placed his hand on the top of his head and cut a lock of hair from his hair, he lowered his head reverently.

"Well, Lord Haotian has witnessed that the Son of Heaven has appointed you as the priest of the Holy Religion and the mentor of the people. I hope you can learn the elegant language and the sacred text (Chinese characters) as soon as possible, serve Lord Haotian devoutly, and teach the lost lambs."

"Yes, the living emperor..."

As the first shaman to take the initiative to stand on the side, Zhang Sheng had to give him benefits to prove to others his generosity and that he was not just good at killing.

Zhang Sheng turned around at this time and looked at the tribal leaders who were kneeling on the ground respectfully and devoutly.

"Are you willing to submit to me?"

"I, your servant, am willing to be a loyal subject of the emperor, accept his orders, protect the holy religion and believers for him, spread his prestige, and fight for him. I hope you will protect us humble people, give us food, clothing, and truth. If I betray you, I will be in trouble when I am alive and fall into hell when I die."

Under the guidance of Wuzur, the leaders of the Qiang, Tibetan and Uighur tribes swore an oath, expressing their willingness to submit to Zhang Sheng and accept his supervision and orders.

Zhang Sheng thus conquered two Qiang chiefs and their tribes, one Tibetan chief and his tribe, and five Uighur chiefs and their tribes.

These chiefs took away more than 400 households and more than 2000 people from the captives. With their appeasement, the people of these small tribes finally settled down.

(End of this chapter)