Shi Bazhi exchanged bacon for lambs, which is not a big deal. As a military camp, he not only has to be the commander of the military camp in military camp, but also has to plan trivial matters such as food, clothing, housing and transportation of soldiers in the military camp in daily life. It is not easy to be a father and a mother.
"You said those herders were affected by the disaster?" Zhang He asked.
Shi Bajie nodded and said, "Yes, I heard that the desert in the north was plagued by another disaster, and then they fought with some mountains and rivers again... General, I can't remember the places they were talking about... These guys were pretending to be descendants of princes and princes at first, wanting to cheat food and drink...
Shi Ba smiled and said to Zhang He that at the beginning, these Hu people all put gold on their faces. I wonder if they heard from the ears of the older generation, or from that place that the Han people were stupid and had a lot of money, and they were willing to believe that the Hu people who came were princes. So even a small tribe that was poor and small, they all claimed to be a certain mountain, a certain cave, or a certain forest of Khan's bloodline. The descendants of the Shanyu said that they were coming to establish diplomatic relations with the Han Dynasty and delivering letters to each other.
At the beginning, Shi Bazhi was still skeptical, but later he saw it after seeing it for a lot. After all, no matter how he pretended, his daily words and deeds, as well as daily habits such as eating and washing, can still show whether a person has moral cultivation...
So when Shi Bazhi encountered the first fraud, he found that these guys were eating almost everything they could eat like hungry ghosts. Then, when he couldn't help but have diarrhea in the middle of the night, he almost understood. It was like a guy who liked to steal things and said that he was a prince of a certain kingdom. Can he believe it? So Shi Bazhi basically didn't believe these Hu people who always expressed his descendants.
Zhang He was not surprised by this situation. To be honest, in the desert, there were uncertainty in the conquests between tribes. If you talk about the chaotic tribes in the desert for hundreds of years, the wandering sons of the chiefs, etc., it would be like the stones in the grassland, and there were so many that they could not count them.
"The Hu herdsmen in the north of the military camp," Zhang He asked, "It was also from this period of time?"
Shi Bajie nodded and said, "Yes, they have been here one after another during this period. I have sent people to touch them. These people were small tribes under the Xianbei before. They can't afford to offend Xianbei people or we. So when the Xianbei people were fighting with us, these guys hid far away... Now the Xianbei people have fallen, and they dare to come back... Speaking of which, they are closer to us than the Xianbei people. After all, the Xianbei people will rob their cattle and sheep and catch their men and women, but we don't do such things... So, in the grassland and desert, there will be some troubles, they will come over to send us a letter, and exchange some salt and tea, etc....
In fact, Shi Bazhi didn't say it all.
This piece of land originally belonged to the Xianbei people, but later became the tentacles of the Han people. The Hu herders in the distance may be the ones who have survived here for a long time.
But if you don’t have the strength, it will be original sin in any era and anywhere.
"What are the most of the messages they sent? Is it trustworthy?" Zhang He asked.
Shi Bazhi shook his head and said, "It's basically all the rumors about the messy desert... Sometimes they themselves have only a little understanding and can't explain it clearly, but I think it's a source of information and helps us shepherd the sheep, so I don't care much about it..."
Zhang He nodded, "Do you know these shepherds and people in the military camp? Do you graze around the military camp all year round?"
Shi Bazhi replied: "The soldiers in the military camp were sent here after training in the camp, and they didn't know the herdsmen here... As for those herdsmen, they came last winter and they never left... In the grassland in the north, there are many stones, grass is not fat, and livestock are not easy to raise. Originally, these herdsmen came only in winter, and they went north in spring. There was a water dwelling about thirty or forty miles, and the grass was fatter. But last year it was said that it was a white disaster, and many grasslands were abandoned... But there were more stones and less water, but the disaster was not serious...
Zhang He nodded, thinking.
Shi Bazhi said: "The herdsmen also sent some birds, feathers, cattle, sheep and women before..."
Zhang He stopped and looked back at Shi Bazhi, "Then... have you stopped?"
"How dare?" Shi Bazhi laughed, "General, I'm not a new recruit, this military rule is here... I have someone send it to the back, so that they can rest assured... All the cattle, sheep, women, etc. are confiscated and returned..."
The bird feathers mentioned by Shi Bazhi are actually some eagle feathers hunted by nomadic peoples in the desert, or long feathers of swan feathers. These feathers are not only used for military purposes, but also represent obedience. The Huns and Xianbei all like to use this bird feather as a banner, representing authority.
Cattle and sheep represent wealth, but women are generally regarded as objects of family reproduction in the desert. Giving cattle and sheep and women also represents a custom of surrender in the tribes in the desert.
Zhang He nodded and did not sit on the broken mat on the first table, because he knew it was specially tidied up, and there were even some wet marks left after just wiping. As a desert windy and frosty place, he usually doesn't sit on the mat. For no other reason, he sat on the mat and his butt was cold.
Zhang He pulled a Hu Tang and wanted to sit by the fire pit, but he didn't expect that as soon as he pulled it over and put it down, he saw the Hu Tang and fell off one of his legs and lay crookedly on the ground.
Shi Bazhi suddenly felt a toothache.
This stool, a few days ago, the legs of the stool were loose and I forgot to nail them.
Shi Bazhi hurried forward, but saw Zhang He turning over Hu Tang himself, put the loose leg back directly, then put it flat, reached out and pressed it twice. He felt that there was nothing wrong, so he sat down and looked up at Shi Bazhi.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Sit," Zhang He greeted Shi Bazhi, "What are you doing while standing? Isn't there still a stool there?"
Shi Ba pointed his face bitterly, "General, why don't you... change to a stool?"
Zhang He waved his hand and changed the topic, "No need, it's not that I can't sit. I'm not that I can't find a suitable place outside, and I can't find a suitable place to sit on the stones and lie on the grass. What's the point? By the way, I see that a small half of your village are Hu people... When I came last time, it seemed that there were not so many Hu soldiers, so why are there more people now?"
Although in this desert, the Hu people also have dark hair and dark eyes, and their skin is as tanned as the Han people, their face shape and hair texture are somewhat different, and there are still some obvious differences.
According to Zhang He's intention, Shi Bazhi also picked up a Hu bench and sat aside, and then said, "The soldiers who were unable to make up for it, so they recruited some servants first... These Hu soldiers were actually okay, they were stuttering, but they were obedient... Alas, they were all Hu people who escaped from disasters... We are indeed bitter and cold here... The Han soldiers from the mainland sometimes couldn't stand it..."
Shi Bashi told Zhang He about something that happened not long ago.
It is not a good job to be on duty in such places in the desert. Many soldiers are not used to it. At the beginning, they are somewhat unable to stand it. Some soldiers can get used to it after they have passed the early stage, but some soldiers have reacted more...
After all, except for facing these brothers and comrades, they rarely see outsiders all year round. In addition, there are some differences in personality, so some soldiers will inevitably get hysterical. Just one of the new recruits who came from the military camp went crazy some time ago. They screamed in the middle of the night and were hung up and beaten with ten whips. As a result, the madness has not been cured. The whip injuries have not been cured and they have secretly ran out in the middle of the night. When they look for them after dawn, they only found half of the corpse, and then Shi Bazhi was fined for this...
Zhang He nodded silently. He seemed to remember this incident. He had seen it in the military newspaper, but he was unable to connect with the military camp in front of him for a while.
Because it was a dead person, people were sent to check it later. After all, in the army, there were many things in which the boss suppressed and bullied subordinate soldiers. If the comrades caused death and the bodies were destroyed, it would not be a trivial matter. However, during the verification process, there was no difference from the situation reported by Shi Bazhi. The only thing that can be blamed is that Shi Bazhi did not send anyone to watch the soldier when he was sick...
However, who knows that this guy dares to run away? This is considered a crime of deserter. You must know that even if he is not eaten by a wolf, he will lose his head when he is caught alive!
Furthermore, those who disturb the military camp in the middle of the night should be killed according to the law.
Shi Bazhi just whipped it according to the noise, which was considered to be lighter.
It is hard to bear people, and wild beasts are also hard to bear. There may have been wolves staring at the pile of stones in the military camp, thinking that there is no place to slap, but in the end a piece of meat was sent out from the pile of stones in the middle of the night...
Under such circumstances, these relatively remote military camps, those Hu soldiers who are more accustomed to life in the desert, have become better choices, and not all Hu people can accept it.
Shi Bazhi said, "There were a few remnants of Xianbei before, and some later in Beimo, but... there seemed to be more Hu people who fled to us during this period... Some of them were Seminar people, and they looked disgusted, so I didn't stay..."
Zhang He nodded.
Unlike the Xiongnu and the Western Qiang, the Hu people in the desert have now become two different types. One is a nomadic tribe similar to Wuhuan or Jiankun, which still maintains a certain organizational structure, while the other is a very sparse small tribe, just like the military tribes not far from the military camp.
Zhang He has been thinking about one thing, which is what kind of responsibility the Northern Region Protectorate is bearing.
If it was to defend against the invasion of nomads in the north, the Xiongnu had collapsed, the Xianbei was divided into pieces, and the Wuhuan was half dead. In addition, these large and small desert herders surrendered one after another. It can be said that the threat in the north has gradually decreased and there is no need for heavy troops to defend. If it was to check and balance the Cao army in Youbei, the Northern Region Protectorate has actually had enough strength to fight and even wiped out the Cao army in Youbei. At least Zhang He thought so, so why didn't he send troops?
But Zhang He has one advantage, that is, he can think, rather than vent his unformed complaints. After all, he has been with Cao Cao, and he understands the consequences of saying complaints casually.
The Northern Region Protectorate had begun to use salt, tea, and some iron tools to win over and alienate the tribes in the grassland and desert, and gathered the Hu people of these tribes to become servants. Therefore, Zhang He had no big objection to the Shi Bazhi of the military camp who had sheltered a small number of herders in the grasslands on the north.
Just as Shi Bazhi said, these scattered herders, as spies, were able to inquire about some sporadic news, but their role was very limited in order to promote the process of the war.
The grassland and desert are too big. The nomadic tribes scattered everywhere are like water droplets on lotus leaves. If they are not gathered together, there will be nothing wrong. But once they gather together, the lotus leaves will sooner or later lose balance.
While talking, a soldier suddenly came to report that a herdsman ran to the military camp and said that he wanted to see the Han general!
Shi Bazhi thought that the herdsmen had something to see him, and then called him a general. Just like everyone he met in later generations called him a leader or a boss, he looked at Zhang He embarrassedly and said, "Who are you going to meet? These guys who are confused all day long!"
The soldiers confirmed again that it was Zhang He who wanted to see.
Zhang He was stunned and frowned immediately, "How dare he peek at the military camp?"
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Zhang He and others came, of course, did not hide any traces, but they were not so popular that the whole world knew about it. So these shepherds arrived here shortly after Zhang He came, which means that these shepherds may have been staring at the military camp all the time!
Shi Bajie suddenly shook his body, and then his head was covered with blood. There was a faint blood rolling behind the scar on his face, as if blood would be spewed out the next moment. "The thief is so brave! General, please give the order, I will chop off the thief's head!"
Zhang He pondered for a while, waved his hand and said, "No need, let him come and see what he said..."
Zhang He's guard soon brought a grassland herder wrapped in a black fur coat.
As soon as he entered the command post, the man immediately fell to the ground, curled up and kowtowed constantly. Even though Shi Ba scolded him several times, the guy still dared not raise his head and talk.
Zhang He looked carefully and saw the ragged mao clothes from the man's leather robe. Then he listened to him speaking intermittently and even somewhat vaguely, "Hmm? What? He said he was the commander? What commander?"
Zhang He could not have imagined that this guy in front of him who was dressed in tatters and covered with traces of wind and sun on his dark face was actually the commander of more than a dozen tribes! What Zhang He couldn't understand was that just such a dull guy who even spoke Hu Yu was stumbling, how could he integrate the herdsmen of more than a dozen tribes into one place to form a new large tribe?
Could it be that these nomadic herders in the desert who were used to being rebellious have suddenly changed their temperament, and one or two of them have become obedient little lambs?
The translator asked, and the old commander-in-chief said stumblingly.
Then Zhang He understood in general that this was actually related to the Northern Region Protectorate...
Previously, the Northern Region Protectorate, Xianbei, or Wuhuan had several wars, defeating, and defeating the structures that brought together these alliances. This reduced the threat to the Han area, but also allowed these tribes that originally gathered in the south of the desert to flee to the northern end of the desert.
Some of these escaped tribes were really scared and fled all the way without returning. Of course, some of them gritted their teeth and remembered this hatred and vowed to fight back.
Since they were going to fight back, there would definitely be no one. So just like the Huns finally whipped Rome, these nomadic peoples, whether they were the remnants of Xianbei or Wuhuan, were at least trained with the Han Dynasty. They were some practical factions. There was no problem to bully the small grassland tribes in the north. These small grassland tribes that did not want to participate in the war and hid far away, are now many of them have suffered disasters, almost all men were killed, and no few women survived, and there were even more cattle, sheep and livestock robbed...
These small tribes that were damaged and messed up fled again and reunited to the so-called "big alliance" tribal group, that is, the old herdsmen in front of Zhang He.
"So, these so-called dozen tribes are actually all old, weak, sick and disabled, and there are not many people left?" Zhang He raised his eyebrows and said. No wonder this so-called commander was not even speaking smoothly, and he only knew how to kowtow when he met.
Zhang He said to the translator: "Let him stand up."
The translator said several times, but the old herder seemed to have not heard it, curled up on the floor and kept kowtowing.
The translator had to call the two soldiers over and pull him up, but the old herder still didn't dare to look up. It was like he was completely gone, hanging loosely on the arms of the two soldiers, and his legs were soft and unable to use strength. When the two soldiers let go, the guy immediately collapsed.
Zhang He looked at it and was slightly sure that this guy didn't know how to pretend.
If you can pretend so naturally and realistically, that's also a skill.
Zhang He waved to someone to get some wine and pour some money on the old herdsman.
The wines carried by the army are all distilled high-quality wines. On the one hand, they can keep warm when necessary, and on the other hand, they can also be used as wound cleaning.
After a few sips of strong wine, the old herder's fragile nerves recovered slightly. He didn't care that the remaining wine was still flowing on the corners of his mouth and neck, so he just sat over his head and recited it like singing in his mouth.
The old herder was speechless, and the translator was very difficult to translate, "... the condor flying high in the sky, hoping to accept... accept allegiance, become a servant, grazing for life and death... pray for the condor, that is, we can help him revenge...
Although the translation is not very clear, the general meaning is still clear.
『What he meant…』 Zhang He pondered, 『Some people from his alliance were attacked?』
The translator asked again, and the old herdsman nodded repeatedly.
"You ask clearly, who was attacked? Is it the Hu people or the Cao army!"
Chapter completed!