"One thought goes up to heaven, one thought goes down to earth."

Meng Huo muttered to himself for a long time, with a hint of unwillingness in his eyes: "Does the only choice for me, the barbarian tribe, is to be a slave? Even the will to resist must be taken away?"

"Even if I agree, countless barbarian warriors will not agree. They will defend the dignity of the barbarians with their own blood."

Meng You shook his head decisively: "I am always willing to follow my brother. Even if I shed my last drop of blood, I will never back down."

Liu Bei smiled and waved his hand: "Meng Huo, you think too much."

"China does not want you to be slaves, but to be in me and you in me."

"We will give you enough land and send people to teach you how to farm."

"Perhaps after a hundred years, the barbarians have begun to fade away, but you are still part of the Chinese nation."

"You don't have to promote the barbarians, but you can be proud of the Chinese nation."

"I'll tell you one more thing that's going to happen."

"The barbarians will not be the first nation to surrender to China. The sooner you surrender, the more benefits you will get in the future."

Meng Huo was also a smart man, how could he not understand what Liu Bei meant?
Ye Feng's steps will definitely not stop here. If viewed from this perspective, it seems that there is no harm in surrendering.

After all, I am the fish on the chopping board.

But the ambitious Meng Huo still wanted to test Liu Bei's bottom line.

He looked directly at Liu Bei and said calmly: "What if I refuse?"

"Do you really want to completely wipe out the barbarians?"

"Isn't China a country of etiquette? You slaughtered my barbarians so cruelly, aren't you afraid of being cursed for eternity?"

"Even if you control all the distribution channels, there will always be someone who will write down these things one by one. Will the man who wants to create a prosperous era really allow himself to have a black spot?"

Liu Bei approached Meng Huo and said with a low voice, "The army heading north to attack the Xiongnu has already set out. It's a problem to find the Xiongnu in the vast grasslands. The loss of tens of thousands of troops every day is an astronomical figure."

"But do you know why the lord can still hold on? Why can he still fight on several fronts?"

Meng Huo was stunned, his eyes showing confusion.

Liu Bei continued with a smile: "It's actually very simple. As long as China abandons some of the so-called false reputations, it can be easily solved."

"Relying on a large army to transport food and fodder alone, not to mention the food and fodder delivered, the manpower and food consumed in the trip back and forth is beyond description. The best solution is to replenish it from the local area."

"Whatever the Huns have to eat is what we have to eat."

"What do you think will be the result of fighting to support war?"

Meng Huo took a deep breath. How could he not understand what Liu Bei meant?
If we really want to fight to support the war and seize food and supplies from the indigenous people, the defeated indigenous people will only be killed or starved to death.

It was like using a dense mesh to catch fish, no matter how big or small, they were all caught in one net. Similarly, the delaying tactics they had relied on for survival were completely useless, because from the moment the army marched forward, there was no way out for them. If they couldn't find food, they would starve to death. Under pressure, how could they have any compassion?
His question just now made almost no sense.

After a long silence, Meng Huo said bitterly, "I never thought that China, known for its benevolence and righteousness, would spend so much effort on us barbarians."

"Is it not possible to submit in the same way as before?"

"Do we have to migrate?"

Liu Bei said: "If I want to solve your problem once and for all, I can only use this coercive method."

"This method of clearing the countryside has been mentioned before, but no one wants to use it. They think the place you live in is a barbarian land, so what's the point of using it?"

"But the Lord's words silenced all those who held this view."

"Do you know what it means?"

"Appreciate further details!"

Liu Bei's eyes showed a complicated look, and he said calmly: "People's vision is limited. Just because you can't see any use now doesn't mean it won't be useful later."

“And to hold these places for a long time, someone must take the lead and come up with a solution.”

“Who would give up their land unless they have to make ends meet every year?”

"Everything in the world is the land of the king, and the shores of the land are all the ministers of the king."

"The land that belongs to the Huaxia Empire cannot be lost at all."

"What do you say?"

Meng Huo's eyes were filled with confusion: "An unreasonable god general is enough to make the Huaxia Empire stand on top of the world."

"His will is the will of this world. It seems the barbarians have no other choice."

Liu Bei clapped his hands and smiled, "Well said."

"Actually, there is one more thing I want to share with you."

"My lord also said that since the Qin Shi Huangdi, if he did not unify the world, he could not be called the greatest emperor of all time. But since him, if the territory does not reach the place he ruled, which emperor can claim to be the greatest emperor of all time?"

"It is like a benchmark, standing there forever, allowing countless people to carry on the responsibility of being the greatest emperor in history. How can China be weak and be bullied by the enemy?"

Meng Huo was stunned, and then his eyes were filled with complicated expressions. He slowly knelt on the ground and said solemnly: "The barbarians are willing to surrender!"

As Meng Huo spoke, the soldiers behind him no longer had any desire to fight. Even now they were still confused and knelt on the ground.

"The barbarians are willing to surrender!"

The sound resounded throughout the four states and reached the sky. (End of this chapter)