Duolun, the current leader of the Duoyan tribe, has been feeling uneasy these days. Somehow, he feels that some disaster is coming. This uneasiness makes him suffer, so whenever he has free time every day, he will

In front of his own shrine, he held a rosary in his hand and murmured a prayer. He prayed for the Buddha's blessing so that he, a kind old man, could lead his people to live a peaceful life.

His people can live peacefully, but his sons and daughters will kill each other for their own position. His slaves of cattle, sheep and horses continue to grow, and then before he dies, his position can be handed over to his son peacefully. This is a

The old man’s greatest wish.

After reciting a Buddhist sutra, I knocked on the golden lamp, and the clear and distant sound revealed peace and tranquility. I carefully used a silver needle to stir the butter lamp in front of the Buddha, and saluted devoutly again. My heart was already at peace. I looked up.

Go, the compassionate face of the Buddha becomes more compassionate, and the glimmer of gaze in the Buddha's lowered eyes becomes more peaceful and peaceful.

He kowtowed devoutly, carefully counted the rosary beads in his hand, and then walked backwards out of the Buddhist hall and walked outside the sunny tent.

The sunlight outside the Buddhist hall is so bright that it makes people's hearts beat. Just coming out of the dim Buddhist hall is a bit uncomfortable. I close my eyes to get used to it and feel the warmth of the sunlight on my face. It is already late autumn, and the sunlight has also disappeared.

The temperature in summer has reached such a temperature that Old Duolun knew that it was time to move pastures. If it were later, countless cattle and sheep from his tribe would freeze to death along the long transfer route.

Think about it, the weather has become more and more strange in recent years. Winters are extremely cold, summers are also very hot, and the annual wind, snow and rain are getting less and less, which has seriously affected the reproduction and growth of cattle and sheep.

He made a mistake in judgment and caused countless cattle and sheep to die along the way for the entire tribe. That was his own mistake, and he felt a little unbearable in his heart. They were all living lives. If that were the case, Buddha would not spare him.

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Thinking of traveling around every year, my tribesmen have to work hard, women and children have to suffer from wind and frost, and countless cattle and sheep have to be killed. The wealth that was originally harvested in a summer with abundant water and grass will return again.

At the starting point, Duolun began to complain about the injustice of the Buddha in his heart. They are also human beings. Why can the Han people in the south have enough food and clothing, work hard in the summer, and then hide in their warm rooms in the winter, sitting and sleeping?

There are a lot of wives and children on the hot fire bed, eating sticky bean buns and drinking soju. But people like me have to run around in this bitter and cold place with no fixed place to live?

At this time, Duolun thought that the resentment he had just felt towards the Buddha was wrong, and he would be punished by the Buddha. So he quickly turned around, faced the dark Buddhist hall, and saluted devoutly again, asking the Buddha to forgive his sins.

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After he finished praying, his old housekeeper asked softly beside him: "Other tribes are gathering, not very fast. Our own slaves are also driving back the surrounding cattle, horses and sheep, and each household is also packing their belongings.

, what should we do next?”

Old Duolun thought for a moment, and then ordered: "Go and urge everyone to hurry up. According to my experience, a heavy snowfall will not last long. If we cannot quickly transfer to the place where we spend the winter, our losses will be great."

It will be even bigger." Then he paused and said, "If you go ahead and arrange it, those Han slaves, women and children will be distributed to each family. Just kill the old and weak ones directly, and don't let them continue to suffer with us. This

It can be considered a act of mercy.”

The old housekeeper obeyed the order and turned to leave. At this time, Duolun glanced at the Buddhist altar and said, "By the way, pull those old and weak slaves far away before killing them. Don't violate the mercy of the Buddha."

The grassland needs herding slaves, but after winter every year, those slaves consume a small amount of food supplies, so the weak and old slaves have to be killed to save supplies.

Of course, there is no need to worry about the lack of the share of these slaves killed. When spring comes, let the young men go to the border of the Ming Dynasty to harvest grass and valleys, and catch another batch to make up for it. The Ming people have a large population and are docile. You

Look, if you chop his head off meekly, he won't make a sound.

In a depression not far away, rows of elderly herdsmen and the weak and sick were pulled out and killed in front of those shepherds. They knelt on the ground without begging, crying, or using anything.

After being tied with ropes, they stretched out their heads and let their young men cut off their heads.

The other slaves just looked at it blankly, and then continued to do their own things.

It would be wrong to say that those slaves really had no expressions. Those who were about to die would kneel down with their faces towards the south. Those who were not dead, looked at those who were about to die, and occasionally there was a sense of envy in their eyes.

While I was watching, my right eyelid jumped violently again, my left eye jumped for money, and my right eye jumped for goods. This is definitely not a good sign.

He raised his face and looked at the sky. The sky was blue and blue. It didn't look like it was going to snow. Think about the possibility that Lin Dan Khan from the north would attack him? It was the middle of winter, so it was unlikely that he would come out to attack him.

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In fact, according to the established rules of the grassland, everyone does not fight without using a knife at this time, and in the spring when cattle and sheep are breeding. Lin Danhan also abides by this rule. He and Lin Danhan fought and killed more than a dozen people.

Years have passed, and although he has always been at a disadvantage, fortunately he has turned the situation around with the help of Daikin, so Lin Danhan still abides by the rules except for the occasional sneak attack.

What disaster will happen then?

Old Duolun thought about it again and again, and the only disaster was that the Jurchens would send people to him at this time to ask for the marriage of women or for cattle and sheep to spend the winter.

This year, the Jurchens took advantage of their own territory to attack Nanming. They agreed that after the victory, they would share 30% of what they captured and exempt themselves from this year's sacrifice. However, in the end, the Eight Beile Huang Taiji and the Little Beile Dudu who went to Nanming to sneak attack were severely defeated.

Returning, I just grabbed some gold and silver that I could bring with me. After losing more than 5,000 horses, I hurried back without catching anything.

Gold and silver, under the strict blockade of the Ming Dynasty, were of no use in Liaodong. Shanxi merchants also inexplicably ran out of goods to go east this year. Therefore, it seems that the offerings of cattle and sheep are indispensable this year.

As for the question of how he might get revenge from the Ming Dynasty by using Dajin to attack the Ming Dynasty, Duolun didn't even think about it, because he had seen through that the Ming Dynasty's army was really finished. Every time, he deployed the most elite troops and troops in the country.

The barbarians were defeated in all their attempts to build slaves, and their combat effectiveness was simply not good.

Facing the border troops of Nanming, Duolun is just a decoration. Every autumn, he goes to clear grass and valleys. Those border troops huddle in the city and dare not come out. They don't even have the courage to look outside. How can they still

What to do with yourself?

No, Dajin raided his capital. As a result, Ming Dynasty immediately sent countless envoys to various Mongolian tribes to communicate with each other, hoping that everyone would become his barrier. Communication with Hao, haha, has no practical things, and only relies on words to maintain communication.

, what practical effect can it have? Just fool yourself and others. It is said that the envoy sent to you has already been decided, that is, Mao Wenlong, the second-rank official of Daming Dynasty, but this guy has not come yet.

Not afraid anymore.

It is said that Mao Wenlong set up a military town behind Liaodong, and he fought with Da Jin every day. It is also said that Mao Wenlong was very good at fighting, but in fact they were all sneaky tricks, and he was as timid as a mouse in real life.

Thinking of the upcoming arrival of Mao Wenlong, Duolun thought that Daming should be the one to compensate Da Jin for the sacrifice he wanted this time.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel relieved, so I looked south and thought silently, Mao Wenlong, when will you come.
Chapter completed!