Chapter One Thousand Four Hundred and Sixty-one: Zuwaro, the Commander of the Manjing Guards Command
52 degrees north latitude, Heilongjiang.
The majestic white mountains, the majestic black water, and the endless deep mountains and old forests extend together on the vast land of the outer northeast. The gloomy sky is filled with layers of dark clouds, so wet that it seems like water will drip out. And the majestic Heilongjiang River
, then in this August flood season, it unscrupulously displays its turbulence and rush!
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!..."
Three large galleys with long heads were rowing slowly upstream to the south along the open river surface. On the flagship Big Snow Wolf, forty strong tribal warriors were rowing the oars hard, with sweat on their necks.
The kingdom's warriors and Jurchen warriors wearing leather armor and carrying big bows were also densely packed on the deck, as many as the oarsmen.
In fact, when this group of oarsmen can no longer row, the warriors will take over and continue to row hard. Moving from the lower reaches of the Heilongjiang River to the upper reaches is so difficult. And the sail on the galley,
There is almost no wind. However, no matter how difficult the waterway is, it is always much easier than crossing deep mountains, dense forests and swamps!
At the end of this barbaric 15th century, in the outer northeastern land with a radius of three thousand miles, the waterway was the most convenient, and even the only road with large-scale traffic! And the fisheries, irrigation and herds brought by the rivers also brought almost all
Large tribes settled around the river.
Of course, the camps of various tribes are usually separated by a certain distance from the dangerous river, or simply built on the hilly highlands along the river. This is because every spring, midsummer and late autumn, the Heilongjiang Basin's multiple floods and floods are of great scale.
It's so big and violent, it's no joke, it can really kill you!
"The commander of Manjing Guards Command envoy Qianshi Seal...given...what kind of custody?...The Ministry of Rites made...the tenth year of Yongle?...Yongle, Yongle again, the same Yongle on the temple stone tablet!..."
Zuvalo was wearing leather armor and sitting between the stout tiger slaves and Xiong Da. He was holding a square brass seal in his hand and carefully discerned the writing on the seal. He stared at the seal in his hand and thought about the southern empire.
Countless traces have been left on this vast northern land. And the true appearance of the empire seems to be getting closer and clearer as the fleet moves south.
"Ancestor! Are you still looking at this copper block with characters on it? What's so interesting about it? The 'Mang Achan' tribe that inherited this copper block is said to be the leader of the powerful Ming Dynasty in the south. It was once very powerful... but
By now, isn't the 'Mang'A Zen Tribe' also in a state of decline?"
"According to the captive old man, they were attacked and plundered by groups of tribes heading south, and they encountered white disasters one after another... Their population was getting smaller and smaller, and they didn't even dare to settle by the river and wanted to escape.
Deep in the mountains... And in the end, weren't they also discovered by us, and we teamed up to defeat them?... It's a pity that such a famous tribe only has more than 200 people. We tried our best to defeat them, but they were swallowed up.
I have killed more than a hundred tribesmen and about forty men, and I still want to give you half..."
"Aguda, after annexing this 'Manjing tribe', there will no longer be any big tribe that can threaten us within a radius of one or two hundred miles of the Maha tribe! I have done a lot of work to help you, even those few pieces
I will give you all the captured iron swords, armor, and tribal food! I only need half of the twenty men, half of the four horses, and most of the tribal women and children you don’t want...a big bargain.
It’s all yours, so what do you have to complain about?…”
"Okay! Okay! Zu, my brother-in-law, we are on the same team. No matter whose tribe grows stronger, it can bring more to us!..."
Hearing Zuvalo's response, the majestic Maha Agu rubbed his nose and nodded sheepishly. Zuvalo brought him food, weapons and equipment, and also sent troops to help him fight, and sent priests to help him manage. Finally
He just asked for some people and horses... No matter how you look at it, Zuvalo is his best ally, the most loyal and close kind! This brother-in-law is really good at getting along!
"Ahem! Zu, what you just said is not quite accurate. That is not 'Manjing', but 'Mang Achan'. In the language of our tribe, it is 'exquisite key bow', which locks the lower reaches of the river."
Jiangsuo'! Therefore, the location of this tribe must have been by the river. But they became timid and cowardly. Even with such good weapons and armor given by the Ming Dynasty, they still migrated and fled to the mountains... Haha!..."
"Jiangsuo?'Mang Achan'?...Manjing?..."
Zuwaro blinked, looked at the official seal of the Ming Dynasty in his hand, and repeated it again. With his current level of Manchu, he wanted to pretend to be some kind of canonized Jurchen leader, and go to the big country in the south to see the reality... Isn't it a bit strange?
, too easily exposed?
"Well... take a look first and explore the way to the south! If you encounter anything, just go back... The upper reaches of the river always have to be opened slowly... As for this "official seal", it was just an accident.
The harvest…”
Zuwaro was in a daze, recalling the past two months. He took three long ships and set sail from Shenhuatai Port in early June. Then, at the end of June, the fleet passed through the wide estuary of Heilongjiang, and then passed
After several days of sailing, we arrived at the Maha tribe in Nurgan.
Along the way, he also met some Nivkh dog tribes, recruited a few guides, and gave some practical iron gifts. Originally, he thought that he could win over a few dog tribes to go south and move into the vicinity of Shenhua Taigang. However,
The level of trust between the two parties was obviously not enough. The dog leader smiled and refused, and disappeared into the dense forest on the seaside with the dogs. As for the Nivhe tribe in the dense forest, no one could find it, let alone catch it.
…
When the kingdom's fleet arrived at the Maha Tribe, both parties celebrated for several days! After almost a year, the Maha Tribe had once again annexed several small tribes that had gone south, expanding from about two hundred people to
About four hundred people arrived.
Under the leadership of the extremely brave tribal chief, Maha Aguda, the entire Maha Tribe can mobilize a maximum of one hundred female true archers and more than twenty female true cavalry. In this dense forest river at the lowest reaches of Heilongjiang, it can be considered that
It’s a big tribe!
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! However, what limits the size of the Jurchen tribe in the lower reaches of Heilongjiang is never the source of people, but the supply of food. This time Zuwaro came later than promised
Some. When he arrived, the Maha tribe was already very short of food, and they were ready to go out collectively to plunder!
The arrival of the fleet brought more than a hundred stones of rice, which greatly relieved the food pressure of the Maha tribe. However, Maha Aguda was reluctant to eat this kind of storable winter food. So after the celebrations by both parties,
. He put on the iron armor brought by Zuvalo, took the brave archers of the tribe, and invited the other party to send troops together! Both sides gathered more than 200 armored warriors to defeat the catastrophe that he personally led the team to investigate and selected.
The target of the raid is the "Mang'a Zen Tribe" more than a hundred miles away in the southwest mountains!...
Next, there was a march in the forest, an attack after passing through more than a hundred miles of dense forest. The "Mang'a Zen tribe" set up a stronghold in the mountains and raised many hounds. They were very vigilant and could not make a sneak attack. Everyone could only rely on thick
armor, and relied on twice the number of heavy archers to launch a strong attack. More than two hundred people fought from morning to afternoon, killing seven or eight soldiers and injuring more than a dozen before they broke through the tightly defended "Mang'a Zen Department"...
The key to breaking the tie in that battle was Aguda and Hu Nu, leading dozens of pioneer warriors, braved the iron arrows of the "Mang'a Zen Tribe" and climbed into the low wooden wall. Aguda waved his sledgehammer, and in
Under the cover of Hu Nu's heavy sword, he knocked down several warriors who blocked the road. Then, he roared and found the target, charged forward wearing double armor, raised a twenty-kilogram hammer, and killed the only one with one hammer.
A mature and true chief in full iron armor!
At this point, the chief was killed, the warriors died in battle, and the enemy climbed onto the wall... The entire "Mang'a Zen tribe" completely lost their fighting spirit. Like a pack of wolves that had lost its leader, they knelt down in the mud and surrendered to the new forest.
The Central Wolf King. According to the rules of merging between tribes, from now on, they will be members of the Maha Tribe...
What the two "tribal chiefs" who asked the two troops to send troops never imagined was that in order to survive, the old man of the Mang'a Zen tribe also presented several worn-out brocade-wrought colorful clothes, a thick paper edict of canonization, and this huge piece of
The bronze seal of "Manjing Weidu Commandery Envoy Qian Shi". These are
The "Mang'a Zen Tribe" passed down from generation to generation was the canonization and reward obtained after paying tribute to the Ming Dynasty in the past! And those brocade and colorful clothes that obviously cannot be produced in the dense forest, those strange-style edicts and official seals are the empire's view of the vast white mountains and black waters in the past.
The traces left behind after a century of rule…
"Zu! Where's that magical eyepiece of yours? Use your magic and let me use it!..."
The loud voice of Maha Aguda interrupted Zuvalo's memories. Zuvalo put away his emotions, recited a few "mantras", and handed the telescope to Aguda. Then he lowered his head again and studied
He held the official seal of the Ming Dynasty in his hand and pondered the handwriting on it.
"The commander-in-chief envoy... This seems to be an official position? Succession from generation to generation, canonization from generation to generation, and permission to pay tribute once every three years... Is this position equivalent to the hereditary nobles of the kingdom? Why is it 'allowed' to pay tribute once every three years? It seems that tribute is not only
It's not that Ming Dynasty asked for tribute, but it was a kind of reward from Ming Dynasty?..."
"Lord God! How did the Ming-Han tribal alliance in the south rule the border? Why did they not only not ask for tributes and sacrifices from the vassal tribes on the border, but also reward them? Then what did these vassal tribes do to them?
What’s the use?…”
"Manjingwei, Mang'a Zen tribe...a tribe of more than two hundred people...well, even if there were seven or eight hundred people...can they become the hereditary nobles of the Ming Dynasty? In other words, they can direct everything, just everywhere
Visible petty officials cannot be compared with the real hereditary nobles within the Ming Alliance?..."
Zuvalo pondered for a long time, but still couldn't figure it out. The more he learned about the Ming Dynasty, not only did he not see it clearly, but there was more confusion in his mind. Perhaps, based on his life experience and the education he received at Shenwei University,
, if he wants to understand the complex Ming Dynasty, he still needs more information, a long time and contact. Or maybe, he needs to find someone who really understands the Ming Dynasty before he can try to go south and contact the giant in the prophecy.
However, Ming Dynasty…
"...! The blessing of the Lord who can fight! What is that? Smoke? Smoke from burning? Smoke from burning in this harvest season?!... Roar!..."
The river was turbulent, and the Maha Aguda on the bow held up the "God's Eye Magical Instrument" and suddenly let out a loud warning roar, which could be heard by the three galleys!
"God bless me, everyone, please be alert! Put on your armor and grab your bows and arrows!"
"Behind the river bend in the south, there are large groups of tribes fighting!"
"Listen! There are sounds of fighting in the wind and dogs barking! It's unmistakable!..."
