Early the next morning, An Sanxi gathered his people and announced war mobilization.
An Sanxi first killed a cow and ten sheep, roasted them and treated them to a feast for the whole tribe.
The freshly slaughtered mutton, paired with the barbecue ingredients brought by Huang San, was roasted sizzlingly and oily, so fragrant that these herdsmen almost lost their tongues to eat it.
Use the flour brought by Huang San to steam the steamed buns and the steamed buns stuffed with beef. The strong aroma when they come out of the pan makes the children cry with greed.
Spices! In the past, people were reluctant to eat them!
Those Hu Shang from the Western Regions are so dark-hearted that a pound of spices costs the price of a cow.
Huang San unloaded 20 jars of high-strength pear blossom liquor from the ship and asked the tribesmen to drink.
"My brothers" An Sanxi shouted loudly while standing on a pile of dried cow dung while carrying a roasted leg of lamb and gnawing on it.
On the grassland, cow dung is dried and burned for cooking. This dry dung pile is the highest location here.
"You are living as comfortably now as you did when Yan took you there before."
"Happy now"
“Comfortable now”
"It's better now. I can believe in shamans openly and openly, without having to hide them."
"The animal husbandry production team you established is so good. All property is jointly owned by everyone. Everyone is calculated according to the amount of labor. The more you work, the more you get. You also take care of the care of the elderly and the children. It is fair and affordable. It is really great.
alright."
"Yes, I used to herd cattle and never had enough to eat. All the benefits went to the herdsman and the soldier leader. How good it is now. Everyone is equal and distributed according to the amount of labor. I can also eat meat every day. In the past, I had to mix it with meat.
You can only eat enough with a piece of wild vegetables."
Seeing everyone shouting in support of his policy, An Sanxi nodded with satisfaction.
"My dear brothers, if we still had our original pasture, we would be better off. But now, look at how we have been overrun by those bandits."
“They seized our pastures, injured our herdsmen, and harmed our woman who was carrying a Lele cart to fetch water along the way. They also forced us to give our best horses to them as tribute in the market, and only gave us the price of a donkey.
Are you willing to continue like this?" An Sanxi shouted incitingly.
"Don't be like this, we want to be fair and not be bullied."
"Nayan, take us and fight them to the end. The former Nayan was a weakling."
"Na Yan is right, let's fight them."
Under the stimulation of alcohol, men, women and children all turned red-eyed and shouted for revenge.
"If we hadn't had fewer people, I would have fought with them long ago," Segeleng shouted loudly. He was the most excited one.
On the way to fetch water, his wife was harmed by several people from neighboring tribes. Among them was the infamous yellow-haired Balake.
Huang Mao is a habitual criminal. He often rides a pinto horse. He wears a bearskin hat crookedly. He often drinks kumiss while riding a horse, and always looks drunkenly at people with side eyes.
Relying on the fact that he was the leader of the tribe, his brother-in-law often looked at people with drunken eyes and contempt, and even beat the children of the tribe with a riding crop.
Whenever he met a lonely woman while riding the dappled horse that he hated as much as he did, he always became as excited as a wild animal.
There are countless children on the grassland, with ugly yellow hair. The herdsmen often point to those children and say: "Look, the seeds of the yellow-haired Bara."
Se Geleng's wife also gave birth to a yellow hair. He was so angry that he pulled out his knife and wanted to fight for the yellow hair, but was stopped by the shepherds.
On the grassland, if this mistake is not punishable by death, you can give him a good beating.
But Segeleng could never swallow this breath. Every time he saw his seven-year-old daughter with yellow hair, he wanted to fight for Huang Mao.
The shaman appeared at the right time, wearing clothes made of colorful strips of cloth and holding a donkey skin drum.
"Have you all forgotten? Can you bear it?"
"No, let's fight them."
An Sanxi shouted, "I will take you to attack them and take back our pasture. Please God bless us and defeat them."
The shaman started dancing wildly.
The wizard tied a long bell around his waist and held a single drum in his hand. Amidst the sound of beating drums and swinging bells, he sang loudly and shouted to invite various gods.
The Mongolians formed a circle around them feverishly, tapping their feet on the ground to make a beat.
The soldiers brought by Huang San were also watching. After all, they had never seen this battle before.
The wizard has an eagle ornament on his hat, wears a skirt with streamers, and has nine bronze mirrors tied around his waist to show his power and power.
During the performance, a single-sided drum is used as the magical instrument, with one wizard taking the lead and two other wizards playing drums to accompany him.
There are five shamans in this tribe, an old lady, and four of them are her daughters.
An Sanxi met her eldest daughter and now took over her duties. The remaining three little girls served as her eldest daughter's assistants and accompanied her.
It's strange to say that when the donkey skin drum is beating, this monotonous clanging sound seems to have a unique charm, directly hitting people's hearts, and has shocking power, as if the drum beats every beat.
in the human heart.
Huang San watched it for a while and found that the dance mostly imitated the movements of birds, animals and various elves. Finally, when it reached its climax, the dance turned into "drumming and spinning". This kind of witch dance is commonly known as "moving poles".
"The one we invited is the Eagle God. Look at the movements of the goshawk." The Mongolians around him commented one after another.
At this time, the shaman began to spin rapidly, and the accessories around his waist began to fly like strips of cloth.
After a while, after inviting the gods (commonly known as "divine possession"), simulating the characteristics of the invited gods, the shaman starts a new dance.
When you invite the "Eagle God", you have to fly like an eagle and peck at the offerings; when you invite the "Tiger God", you have to jump and pounce; or you dance with lit incense in a dark and mysterious atmosphere, which means that you have invited the "Tiger God"
The God of Gold".
The meaning expressed by the shaman's dance is very abstract, but almost everyone can see that it is a goshawk.
The shaman began to tremble all over, foamed at the mouth, and spun to the ground.
"Possessed"
"It's upper body"
The Mongolians around him were talking about it.
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A desolate voice said: "What do you want me to do?"
Huang San and his officers and soldiers were all shocked. This was definitely not the voice of the dancing female shaman.
It didn't sound like a simulated voice either. At this moment, the whole person's temperament changed drastically, as if there was a huge goshawk squatting there.
An Sanxi knew the rules and immediately stepped forward, "We are going to conquer the neighboring tribes, please ask the gods for instructions. I am willing to use three cow heads to provide them to the gods."
The shaman squatted there with a serious expression on her face, as if she was calculating. After a while, she suddenly opened her eyes, her eyes cold, and those who looked at her felt their hearts become cold, and they all shifted their gazes.
"You can win, a great victory, but you can't go to war without declaring it. You have to send an envoy to declare war."
After saying that, the Eagle God seemed to disappear all of a sudden. The mysterious aura on the shaman disappeared. She collapsed to the ground.
An Sanxi knew that usually people would feel uncomfortable for several days after having such an upper body condition, and they would not be able to recover.
The herdsmen all cheered. They could win and take back the good pasture in the west. They deserved the help of such handsome friends.
Everyone went crazy and danced crazily under the stimulation of alcohol.
"All who can fight take up arms and follow me. Whoever wants to be a messenger declares war."
Segeleng was the first to stand up, "I'm going, I'm not afraid of death, I'm going to kill that Huang Mao, ride his horse, and snatch his cattle, sheep, women and daughters."
"Okay, it's you, Segeleng. I'm optimistic about you. If you come back alive, I will make you the deputy captain of the horse herding team of the livestock team."
Segeleng turned away, ran back to his felt bag, took out a black horse, and rushed towards the tribe in the west.
Behind him, the desolate sound of horns reminded him that the entire tribe was preparing horses and weapons, preparing to go into battle.
"If you give your guns to half-grown children, you can increase the number of two hundred people." An Sanxi said.
"Here," Zhao Lindong said loudly, and then he went to distribute loaded double-barreled muskets to the half-grown children in the tribe.
Five hundred riflemen, more than four hundred grassland herdsmen and children came out of the camp with weapons in hand, formed a team, and headed towards the tribes in the west.
This chapter has been completed!