The Temple

Xiong State was a nomadic country, with almost no cities built within its borders, so there were no checkpoints to pass through.

Zhang Xuezhou galloped across the wilderness with a clear road ahead.

The only drawback was the relentless wind whipping past his ears, making him extremely uncomfortable.

But the moment Zhang Xuezhou spread the feathers on his arms, he felt the wind soften. The violently gusting winds even helped propel him forward.

Zhang Xuezhou had always preferred traveling long distances by carriage. He had only ridden a horse to Chang'an with Zhang Qian in the past, and his riding skills were extremely limited. But this small change elevated him to the ranks of accomplished riders in one leap. Even Wu Chao, who had grown up on horseback, could only follow behind him.

"What kind of country is Greater Yuezhi?"

Thinking of the country where they would take temporary refuge, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help asking.

"They're a nomadic country too," Wu Chao shouted. "They have five major tribes: the Xiumi, Shuangmi, Kushans, Xidun, and Dumi. They're extremely powerful, but my grandfather destroyed them once and chopped their emperor to death. They have a deep grudge against our Xiong State."

"Their emperor was chopped to death?" Zhang Xuezhou said in astonishment. "Then they really couldn't put up much of a fight!"

"That's how nomadic tribes are. When their forces are scattered, they're easy to defeat," Wu Chao said. "But when their five major tribes join forces, they're still very powerful. When my royal father destroyed Greater Yuezhi, he could only defeat them one by one. He couldn't let it turn into a decisive battle!"

"Easy to defeat when they're scattered!"

Zhang Xuezhou nodded, indicating that he had learned a useless piece of knowledge.

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