Chapter 1,332 Go ahead! Zu! Kill this tribe going south!
"The first snow in October came so early?...This vast northern dense forest is really bitterly cold..."
The kingdom's longship stayed outside the ruins of Nurgandusi for five full days, ushering in the first snow in the outer northeast. Zuwaro stayed in the Maha tribe's camp, and finally ate tiger whip.
He gritted his teeth and learned a foreign language several times. He found with some sadness that his strength was not as good as the women of these fish skin tribes, so that he completely lost the initiative...
"O Lord God! In order to establish a close connection with the local fish skin tribe, I am willing to sacrifice myself for you!..."
"Haha! Zu! My sister likes you very much, and so does my niece! However, they are all strong hunters in the tribe and cannot leave with you! You can leave a few names. If someone really gives birth to your child,
It will come in handy…”
Maha Aguda smiled and patted Zuvalo on the shoulder, obviously getting closer. Zuvalo looked at him expressionlessly and resisted the urge to beat him up. Of course, the most important consideration was,
Still can’t beat it…
"Zu, have you made up your mind? Are you not ready to go south?..."
"...It's too late this year, it's starting to snow. Our longship has to return to Haikou in the north..."
Zuvalo was silent for a while and sighed softly. Although the Ming Dynasty in the south seemed to be close in front of him and within reach, after long consideration, he still chose to return.
Among them, there is indeed a consideration that winter has arrived and the climate is about to be severely cold. But in this vast forest and swamp, the barbarism and ferocity of various tribes, as well as the unknown attitudes of the "Ming Dynasty tribes", are the reasons why he really chose to stop.
.After all, compared with the natural climate that can be predicted and risks can be controlled, what is more dangerous is always the unpredictable and endlessly fighting people!
Yes, this vast white mountain and black water is the darkest, barbaric and violent place in the entire East Asia. The migration and impact of tribes driven by the cold not only made the Ming Dynasty choose to leave, but also caused the tribes to lose their last hope.
Order, chaos and fighting are the main theme of the land in front of us, and will continue as the climate gets colder, and even become more cruel!…
"Haha! Zu, it's a pity that you don't go south to die! ... In the past two days, you have also heard from the local slaves that there are rumors in the south that there is a large and brutal southern tribe that has wiped out many people who have gone south.
The tribe...I think it might be the 'Ming Dynasty' you mentioned!..."
"It's a pity, it's such a pity! It seems that my sister and niece can't inherit your tribe's property... You have to bring some more drinks and let me drink two cans at night! I'll sleep well after drinking this stuff!..."
"Well...I'll ask someone to bring you some wine! Thank you for your advice, Aguda!..."
Zuvalo nodded, feeling a little lost. During the few days he stayed in the camp, he patiently communicated with the local slaves imprisoned in wooden cages for a long time. Then, he finally found out from a bunch of messy and contradictory answers.
, I heard a vague rumor from the south.
"More than ten years ago, there was a powerful and cruel tribe in the south. They killed many small tribes who moved south... They killed them brutally for many years, and even forced some tribes who moved south to flee to the north again... And this large tribe had many
Sturdy weapons and armor, and many bright flags. The most eye-catching and terrifying one is the red sun on a yellow background!…”
"O Lord God! Sturdy weapons and armor, bright flags, and red sun flags with a yellow background?... Could it be that this ferocious southern tribe is the Ming Dynasty predicted by His Majesty?..."
Zuwaro had some doubts, but he couldn't find anyone who could really answer him. He didn't know that it had only been more than ten years since the Jurchen tribes in Chenghua moved to the south, especially the Jurchen tribes in Jianzhou.
Year. And the attitude of the Ming army in this "ploughing the court and sweeping out the caves" was exactly a cruel sweep and cleansing, which was to "coordinate the army, smash its lairs, eliminate their species, thank the wrath of the gods, and use the wrath of the snow creatures"
.”
It was after this "ploughing the court and sweeping the holes" that the Ming Dynasty's rule over the Jurchens in Jianzhou was truly established, just like subduing a wolf into a dog. And the performance of the Liaodong Ming Army in this war
, can also be called "slaughtering tribes and sweeping villages". It is both powerful and ferocious, leaving a terrible mark engraved into the bone marrow of the Jurchen tribes who moved south!
In fact, the Ming Dynasty's Liaodong border army has never had anything to do with "goodness". In addition to preparing for the Hus and going out to fight with the Mongolian tribes on a daily basis, they also went to the Jurchen tribes to ask for tribute. They even raided Jurchen villages from time to time and chopped down
The heads were used as military merits and then brought back in exchange for rewards. As for the "killing good people and taking merits" for restraining the barbarians, it was almost an unspoken rule of the Liaodong frontier army.
After all, not to mention the serfs stationed in the fields under the guard who were nominally "five buckets of rations per month". Even the camp soldiers recruited were nominally "one stone per month of rations". In fact, what they could actually get in their hands was only "six buckets."
". Just like the military report of the eighth year of Hongzhi (1495) recorded in "Records of Emperor Xiaozong of the Ming Dynasty", "Nowadays, the soldiers who are abroad can only afford six dou of monthly rations. Although the remaining four dou are called broken banknotes, they are also in vain."
During the Hongzhi period, if the "monthly grain and one stone" were converted into silver, it would only cost about four or five taels a year, and a maximum of five or six taels a year. However, after excluding the discounts from the court and the deductions at all levels, what can really fall into the camp?
The monthly rations in the hands of soldiers are probably only two or three taels a month, or only three taels a year!
With such a meager income, if you don't use the swords and guns in your hands to do part-time jobs such as "sweeping out barbarians", "extracting tributes", and "killing good people and taking credit", let alone marrying a wife or building a house, you will only have to eat every month.
It’s hard to get enough to drink! Of course, officers at all levels also know this situation, so they usually turn a blind eye to the robbery and killing of sergeants. Some even lead the robbery in person and mingle with the soldiers.
, just like the "famous Liaodong general" and "the foster father of the old slave" Li Chengliang who was born thirty years later...
Under such circumstances, if Zuwaro really appeared in the sight of the Liaodong frontier army with four to five hundred kilograms of gold, which is seven to eighty thousand taels of silver, equivalent to the annual income of more than 20,000 frontier troops,
He wanted to do "tribute trade" with the Ming Dynasty. And he was a barbarian leader, and he only had one ship with sixty or seventy people... The picture was simply too beautiful, I really couldn't imagine it!
At that time, I am afraid that even Li Gao, the current commander-in-chief of Liaodong, will have to close his eyes and be ruthless, bring out three hundred servants on horseback and armor, and accept this windfall with a smile, without leaving a single person alive!
"O God! What does the Ming Dynasty look like in the south?... In this mountain forest full of man-eating tigers and wolves, is there really a vegetarian beast?..."
After five days of thinking, Zuvalo finally calmed down. He didn't dare to take risks, he didn't dare to bet on the big southern tribes, and he didn't dare to bet on the attitude of Ming Dynasty's "border tribes"!
The kingdom did not hesitate to transport 20,000 miles, and it took several years to send so few ships and manpower. This is the kingdom, and it is also his only capital. He cannot lose at all, and cannot afford to lose. And in the case of unequal strength,
Needless to say, equal and peaceful trade is simply impossible and unrealistic. If we have rash contact now and the gap in strength is too large, we will be sending our heads into the hands of others, and let others decide life and death!
"God bless you! The most important thing right now is to strengthen the kingdom's strength in the West Sea and form an alliance with the local tribes... And the craftsmen and livestock that the kingdom urgently needs are the not-so-powerful Chongshan clan on the south side of the island of Maoshili.
A safe and reliable source!…”
"As for the Fish Skin Tribe here..."
Zuvalo blinked and looked at the brown bear-like Maha Aguda in front of him, and suddenly a sincere smile appeared.
"Aguda! Brother-in-law! My close brother!..."
"Hiss!... Zu! The leader of the ship! Cunning fox! What are you going to do?..."
"Sell me some of your big Jurchen horses!..."
"Impossible! Horses are our partners in war and help in migration and transportation! We don't have enough ourselves, how can we sell them to you?..."
"I'll exchange it for the food you need, the wine you like, and the iron tools you don't have!..."
"Impossible! Without horses, we may not be able to defeat the tribe that suddenly appears! If we cannot defeat it, the Maha tribe will be gone, and it will be useless no matter how much food we have! Even if we fight, without horses, the tribe will be defeated.
Too many soldiers killed and injured, too much strength lost... Therefore, the horse must not be sold!..."
"...Then you can exchange all the tribe's slaves and a dozen strong men for me! The food you eat, the wine you drink, and the iron tools you need to fight can all be exchanged!..."
"You want our slave? Are you willing to exchange it for iron?...This?...Let me think about it..."
Hearing this, Maha Aguda was a little hesitant. These slaves have been working for half a month. It is estimated that after another half month, they will be able to use them roughly, that is, they will become the tribe's reserve members.
In this cruel era, the cold in the north forced countless tribes in the forest to go south, and the fighting along the way was almost endless. Since there were fighting, there would naturally be casualties and annexation of tribes. When the population is having children, it cannot keep up with the rate of frequent losses.
, the tribe that absorbs marriage alliances or captives is the natural choice of each tribe!
For the Tungus barbarians who went south, all the men who fought against the captives had such a process: from being captured slaves, they first endured the wild nature of resistance and became the tribe's reserve members, and then passed the test of hunting and fighting together, and finally
Officially joining the tribe and becoming a member of the tribe! And when they gave birth to children with women in the new tribe, this cruel integration was completely completed...
In this way, the migration and fighting of the tribes going south were also accompanied by the integration and growth of the tribes. It was like a pair of invisible hands, gradually shaping the loose "savage tribes" into the famous "Girls Really Big"
tribe"!
For example, the Maha Tribe, which has more than 200 people, only had a few dozen people when it first went south, and did not even have a tribal name. After decades of frequent marriages, fights, and annexations with other tribes, the Maha Tribe
It gradually grew to more than 200 people. Later, the former chief, Maha Aguda's father, used "Salmon" as the name of the tribe, and finally created a new and named "big tribe"!
The further south you go, the various tribes in the south clash and collide, and the fused Jurchen tribe becomes larger. Just like the "Hurha", "Walka", "Saharian", and "Saharha" in the middle reaches of Heilongjiang.
"Cha", these really big tribes that gave birth to girls with names in history have now made their names, and have reached hundreds or even thousands of people. And these really big tribes that have just formed, they can bring out hundreds of brave barbarians.
, with their beast-like ferocity and fearlessness, all the tribes of MILFs were extremely afraid, and had to move to avoid...
"Aguda! Aguda! It's snowing! It's snowing in the woods outside!..."
Maha Aguda was thinking, but suddenly a fish-skin scout on horseback rushed back from outside the gathering. He didn't even care about his horse power, he just stepped on the harvested barnyard fields and ran straight into the camp!
"Begging for money! Get off the horse! You will be exhausted from the hard work, but horses are more delicate than you. Don't tire out the tribe's horses!"
Seeing the scout begging for money galloping in the camp, Maha Aguda picked up a 20-pound sledgehammer and yelled angrily. The scout begging for money shivered in fright, pulled the horse rope, and jumped off the horse. Then
, he shouted while pulling the slowing horse and running at a funny pace.
"Aguda! Aguda! Snow, it's snowing!..."
“I know it’s snowing! I’m not blind!… Let’s get to the point!…”
"Ah, yes! Aguda, who is not blind...I...I just saw human footprints on the snow in the north outside the camp!..."
"What?! Did you see human footprints?..."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Maha Aguda was shocked, his eyes suddenly became sharp and even showed a fierce light.
"How many people are there? How far away?!..."
"A lot of footprints, I don't know how many people... fifty? A hundred? I left a hunter to track it... As for the location of the footprints..."
The scout begged for breath and tied his horse to the hitching post. Then he pointed to the west, toward the vast forest, and shouted eagerly.
"Just a day or two to the northwest! There is a tribe heading south, fifty to a hundred people, just a day or two to the northwest!..."
“…!”
Maha Aguda narrowed his eyes, clutched the heavy stone hammer, and remained silent for a long time, like a brown bear thinking seriously. After a long time, he suddenly turned his head and said to Zuvalo seriously.
"Cunning fox! The leader of the ship! Zu!... A tribe migrated south and entered the territory of our Maha tribe!..."
"The tribes that migrated south entered the settled tribal territories and wandered in the dark forests, looking towards our camp with firelight. They were like hungry and cold wolves. When they were forced into desperate situations, they would definitely fight to survive.
, fighting us to the death!...There is no doubt that they are enemies, enemies who invaded the Maha tribe!..."
"Zu! Don't you want Ding Zhuang and War Slave? Bring your warriors and go with me! Kill this tribe that pops up immediately before the other party is ready! ... We will have an absolute advantage if we do it together.
, the casualties will never be serious!…”
"As long as you send forty warriors and eat them together with me! No matter how many captives there are, I will give you half according to tradition! If they have horses, the horses will also give you half!..."
"Do it! Zu! Kill this tribe going south! If you don't take action and hide behind me, it will be difficult for me to send troops without worry!...So, either you stand with me and fight together like allies...or
, just stand opposite me, like an enemy, and have a fight first!…"
"Zu! I have no choice, and you have no choice! If you finally decide to stand opposite me...then I will not let you go back to the ship. I will only give you a stone hammer and give you a one-on-one challenge with me."
Chance!"
As he spoke, Maha Aguda lifted the twenty-kilogram sledgehammer with one hand, used his free hand to grab the ten-kilogram hammer that the scout was begging for, and threw it directly over.
"Bang!"
The small hammer hit the snow, creating another shallow pit and splashing with flying snow. Zuvalo was speechless, looking at Maha Aguda who had a natural and sincere expression on his face. He was silent for a long time.
Then he sighed helplessly.
"Aguda! You are the cunning tiger and wolf..."
"Witness the Lord God, stop doing these useless things! Isn't it just about capturing prisoners?...I promise you, I will do it with you!..."
"But I have a condition! A very simple condition for you!"
"you say!"
"No matter what the outcome of the capture is... I want that strong tiger slave to be my guard!..."
"What? You want that stupid slave? I caught it with great difficulty! You cunning fox!..."
Maha Agu plucked his thick braids, thought for a while, and then replied with some reluctance.
"...Okay! I promise you!"
"Never regret it?..."
"Bah! Like a tiger, if you roar, you won't regret it!..."
"Then you roar?"
"roar!!…"
The ear-splitting tiger roar rang out from the camp, making people's eardrums hurt. Soon, the entire Maha tribe also mobilized, like a group of tigers preparing to hunt~
