Chapter One Thousand and Forty Three: The fighting of mime, the simplicity and cruelty of snowfield nomads
The wind and snow stopped and fell, covering up the trajectory of the attack and concealing the surge of death. When the reindeer sleigh ran out of the hills in the middle of the peninsula and onto the coastal plain on the west side, the speed of its northward journey suddenly accelerated!
Every morning at dawn, the deer herd set out north, walking along the cold coast until dusk and sunset, able to cover nearly two hundred miles in one day. The 400-person sled cavalry only made it seven miles north.
On that day, he traveled thousands of miles on the peninsula.
Along the way, the west side is the reflective bright white ice sea, the coast is the vast gray snowfield, and the east side is the shining silver-white mountains. And between the ice sea and the mountains are the territories of various mountain branches, which are also covered with snow.
Tundra. The people marched on a large scale. Occasionally, they would encounter panicked and shocked mountain hunters on the coast. After all, this force of more than 400 people was enough to defeat any tribe on this bitterly cold peninsula.
There are no opponents!
At this time, the hunter Mutu, who is driving a six-dog sled, will always rush up quickly, using the name of the shaman of the Yamabe grandmother to comfort these panicked and fearful small tribes. As for the other party's reaction, they will either nod uneasily.
To leave, you either have to pick up your bow and arrow and join. The further north you go, the more young tribesmen choose to join. It seems that the hostility and hatred of the various mountain tribes towards the deer tribe have long been buried in their hearts and are unbearable.
In the afternoon of this day, the exploration captain Zuvalo lay in the mobile tent of the big sled, bumping and falling, and fell asleep in a daze, showing the true "general style". In the large tent of the reindeer, there is a heating
The small oven is used to keep warm while sleeping at night, and can also make simple meals. The strong smell of deer oil and blood in the tent makes people feel dizzy, and it is difficult to adapt to it in a short period of time, so they can only make do with it.
sleep.
"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!"
"Charge up! Surround them! Kill! Don't leave any of them!..."
The moving sled tent suddenly stopped. Zuvalo was wearing leather armor and finally slept soundly. However, he suddenly heard the dull barking of dogs and the low cry of killing outside the tent. He suddenly woke up from his shallow dream.
After a few breaths, he took out the copper ax from his waist and got out of the tent.
"God bless you! Shi Jian! Mu?!... What's wrong? Did you encounter a sneak attack by the deer?!..."
"God bless you! Captain, it's not a sneak attack. We encountered a group of nomadic deer herds. There were not many of them, just a few dozen people. The camp was very small, just over there... The hunters from the mountains dispatched four or five teams.
, are surrounding and killing them!…”
"Ah! Nomadic Shikabe? Let me see! Let me take a closer look!..."
The exploration captain Zuvarro stood on tiptoe and looked to the north. He saw teams of dog sleds rushing out from the team, carrying the winged hunters from the mountains, and surrounding the camp under the northeastern hills. That camp
It was built in a low-lying area, so you couldn't see clearly. You could only see hundreds or thousands of reindeer gathering together. The noisy shouts and screams went further to the north and soon became fainter, even if they were blown by the cold wind.
All you can hear is some short screams!
The ice fields in December are covered with thick fluffy snow. There are porous laminated gaps inside the snow, which are natural sound-absorbing materials that can blur distant sounds and silence them.
"O God! The hunters in the mountain are very skilled in fighting, just like a pack of wolves... No, they control wolf dogs and are themselves a pack of wolves!..."
Zuvaro watched the fight on the snow. Although it was only a few hundred meters apart, it was separated by a thick curtain, as if he were watching an extremely distant sacrifice.
He looked at the hunters in the mountains scattering in all directions and closing in front and back, hunting like a pack of wolves, while many frightened reindeer ran around, splashing large amounts of snow and mist. He looked at several deer hunters wrapped in leather robes, in the warehouse.
Running around in the snow in panic, he was easily caught up and shot down by the sled cavalry from the mountain. He also watched a leather-armored man who rushed out at the end, driving a sled with two wolf dogs, rushing across the mountain at high speed.
. And the mountain sleds pulled by four teams of six wolf dogs immediately pulled the dog ropes and chased after them!
On a snowfield with calf-deep snow, a brisk sled is much faster than a difficult walk. A short-distance dog sled is faster than a long-distance deer sled sprint. As for a six-dog sled, it is faster than a two-dog sled.
Pull faster! The leader of the Deer Division worked hard to rush over the top of the mountain, and was almost out of Zuvalo's sight. The chasing mountain hunters had already caught up, only ten meters behind. Then one person on the sled drove
Dog, one person drew his bow and shot four bone arrows one after another!…
"Whoosh! Whoosh!..."
Zuvalo couldn't hear the sound in his ears, and could only match the sound of the shooting bow in his heart. The man immediately turned over and fell to the ground, lying motionless in the blood. The two silly dogs pulled the unoccupied sled and ran out.
At the end of the field of vision, after a moment, they ran back again. They surrounded their dead master uneasily, kept circling, seemed to be shouting with their mouths open, and seemed a little dazed. Soon, the hunters from the mountain gathered around and took out the
After feeding them something, the stupid dogs lowered their heads and ate a few mouthfuls before being led away by their new owners.
"Huh! This kind of tactics that relies on speed and running and shooting, if you don't have a sled, if you encounter it on the snowy field... it will be really troublesome!..."
The tent of the reindeer sled set off again, heading to the camp they had just occupied not far away. Zuvalo was silent and stared at the fallen corpses of the tribesmen around the camp. Many of them had arrows in their vital organs and shot through the leather armor, showing that the hunters were precise.
Powerful shooting. The compound recurve bows used by mountain hunters on sleds do not seem to be much weaker than the kingdom's longbows, but the rate of fire is actually faster...
"Blessed by our ancestors and the sacred mountain! None of the fifty or sixty Lu tribesmen escaped! Captain Sage, what should we do with the dozens of captives in the camp?"
"Mulu, we are about to fight a big battle, and we don't have time to send people to guard them... Just follow the old rules in the snowfield, keep the fertile women, and kill all the men who are taller than the reindeer!..."
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The hunters in the mountains looked calm. Some were feeding deer and dogs, some were cleaning up camp, and some were setting up bonfires and preparing meals for the night.
"He's a little taller..."
"Then kill him."
"What about this one? It's just right."
"Look at the palms of your hands. Are there many calluses from reindeer roping?"
"Yeah, quite a few. He's a reindeer since elementary school..."
"Then stay!"
Several senior hunters from the hunting team pulled out the male captives and found a male reindeer that was concentrating on eating lichen. They measured the height and easily determined the male's life or death: for the man who was a little taller, use the
The stone knife cut across his neck, and he fell to the snow. The child who was a little lower was pushed into the woman, and was held in the arms of the frightened mother. As for the old man, there were not two in the tribe, nor
Will stay…
Life and death are decided next to the reindeer in the snow. There is no sound or any emotion, just like the high and cold mountain in the snow field, or the cold sky in Tengger.
"Witness the Lord God! Mu? Why did you kill these captives Ding Zhuang for nothing?..."
Seeing the casual killing in front of him, the exploration captain Zuvalo was a little surprised and a little distressed. He found the hunting captain Mu Quan and asked eagerly.
"Grandma promised! Promise me 70% of the captives... Our population in the Haibu is too small, but we need more captives!..."
"Ah? Zu, this is an old rule in the snowfield! The tribe needs so many mouths to feed, and it will not be able to feed them. These adults are unreliable and will run away... Actually, it is better to bring the women back and have a batch of children.
After the children come down, just wait until the children grow up, they will grow up soon!…”
"M! We are short of people in the sea department and need strong men who can be used as soon as possible! We also need women and children, but it always takes a few years for the children to grow up... As for food, we will fish from the sea, and we will definitely be able to feed it!
Our territory is also in the southernmost part of the peninsula. As long as we can bring it back, we don’t have to worry about them escaping..."
Hearing these words, hunting captain Mu Quan scratched his head, looked at his son-in-law Zuvalo, and then at the twenty or thirty deer women and children who had been screened. He blinked apologetically and thought for a while.
He readily made his promise. The lives of these captives were just like the deer captured by the tribe. No matter whether they were alive or dead, people didn't care that much. But what Yamabe really cared about was the hunting grounds and pastures, which could last for a long time.
Territory to raise the tribe and increase the tribe’s upper limit.
"Okay! Once we break through the Lutai River Division, if there are any captured men, we won't kill them and leave them to you!..."
"The Lord God witnesses! You swore to your ancestors!..."
"Okay! Ancestors swear! If you can control and support yourself, then all the men captured in the back will be handed over to you!..."
Hunting captain Mu Quan smiled honestly, with the usual simplicity and cruelty of the snowfield nomads. Then he pointed to the tent where the bonfire was lit and gave a warm invitation.
"Come! Zu, come over and eat roasted venison together! The newly killed deer after conquering this tribe!..."
"The powerful Deer Moss River Department is two hundred miles to the north. Tonight everyone will have a feast to feed the reindeer and dogs! Tomorrow we will rush for two hundred miles. Even if the deer and dogs are killed, we will not be able to survive.
We must ignore it and kill the main camp of the Lutai River Department!…”
"Blessed by the ancestors and the sacred mountains! Who will belong to the north of the peninsula during this long winter snowstorm? It all depends on the ax tomorrow!..."
