Chapter One Thousand Four Hundred and Sixty Four: The flood of savages seeking death, the helpless sunset of the Ming Dynasty
"A warrior braver than a tiger! What is your name?!"
"Haha! I am Maha Aguda, the chief of the riverside tribe! ... What about you, what are your names?!..."
"Ah! So you are the chief of the tribe?! That's right, it really should be like this! Only a brave warrior like you is qualified to be the chief of the entire tribe!..."
On the beach by the river, a thick and long heavy arrow was inserted deeply into the mud, and its tail was still trembling. Maha Agu shot this arrow with the strength of a tiger, and actually shot it over a hundred steps, and he still used a heavy arrow.
Arrow! The position where the heavy arrow fell was only a few steps away from the three chiefs on horseback. This proves that as long as Maha Aguda wanted to kill someone just now, he could take it by surprise and shoot any of the savage chiefs!
This inhuman shooting technique made the expressions of the three savage Jurchen chiefs suddenly change, and they were greatly shocked. They held the reins tightly at the same time, staring closely at Maha Aguda's hand. Once the opponent continued to raise the bow,
, they had to immediately ride their horses to escape. The wildling cavalry behind them also looked frightened and started to commotion.
"God! This kind of power must be a heavy bow with more than twelve powers!"
"Ancestors witness! He used heavy arrows! This must be a giant bow with fifteen power! Even if I search the Udiha tribe within hundreds of miles, I can't find such an archer with tiger power!..."
"What's his name? Maha Aguda?... It sounds like he's the chief of the fishing tribe by the river! Could it be that he's a tribe that came south from Beihai'er Lake?..."
After a while, the strong chief, who was still the leader, was the first to regain his composure. He raised his hands on his horse, signaling a gesture of friendly communication, and shouted loudly.
"The great chief of the Maha Tribe! I am Wu Zhe Aguda, the great chief of the tribes in the forest! And the two chiefs here..."
"I am the Wu Zhe Nurha! The wild boar in the forest!"
"I am Wu Zhe Dai Min! The big bird in the forest!"
The three savage chiefs stepped forward one after another and shouted out their names proudly. From wild boars to big birds, their names were more "powerful" than the last, which also corresponded to the names of the three-faced tribe.
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This is the case for the Tungus tribes. Whether they are virgins or mature women, they all like to name themselves after animals and plants in nature. The same is true for the aboriginal tribes in North America. From a certain perspective, the illiteracy level of both sides and the tribes
Inheritance, and the observation and worship of nature are actually very close and have a common language...
"Maha Aguda! How come we have never heard of such a brave chief like you? Are you a new tribe that just migrated south from the far north? Are you named after the plump salmon? Did you come from the sea?
Are you going south?..."
"Haha, we are indeed a tribe that just went south! My father, who died long ago, told me that I was born in the dense forest east of Dahaizi! At that time, I was still held by my father and rode on horseback for ten days, breaking through the herding tribes.
He stopped me and went to Dahaizi to take a dip in the lake water blessed by the great god!"
"My father was beside Dahaizi, praying to the ancient great gods to grant me the power of bravery. In response, thunder fell from the sky! And I was struck by the terrible thunder in Dahaizi, but I was still intact.
, and even still laughing!... Since then, I have been stronger and braver than everyone else! And my magical power is a gift from the great god!..."
Speaking of this deified past event, Maha Aguda looked excited and beat his chest vigorously, appearing very confident. His father indeed told him that he took a bath for him in Dahaizi!
Of course, as a baby, it was impossible for him to remember what happened at that time. The specific details that followed were found out by Kui Huo, the priest who stayed in the Maha tribe in the kingdom, who personally "channeled the main god" for him. And such a deified person
The benefit, obviously, is that it allows Maha Agu to transform his own bravery into a divinity endorsed by the gods, thus making more tribal warriors fear and respect him from the bottom of their hearts!
As for the "big sea" here, it is the "Lake Beihaier" that someone called before, and the holy lake "Dalainol" among the Mongolians, which is the magnificent Lake Baikal as the sea. And the emergence of Lake Baikal is also
This means that the ancestors of the current savage Jurchens, including Maha Aguda, came south from the north of the Heilongjiang River Basin. The most savage ones are the "Beishan Jurchen savages."
"Ah! How come you were struck by lightning and were still unharmed, and even possessed amazing divine power! Ancestor! This is really a legend like a great hero! Maha Aguda, you are so strong and have real divine power, I am sure
Can become the strongest Nurha, the big wild boar king!"
"No! He will definitely become the strongest Dai Min, the Big Bird King! The big bird is much more powerful than the big wild boar!..."
"Damn it, you all should stop arguing! Let me, Wu Zha Aguda, speak!...Brothers Maha Aguda, our ancestors were also a tribe that came south from Dahaizi! My father told me that when he was young, he passed by Dahaizi.
!Then at the mouth of the river, I broke through a strong stockade and snatched a beautiful tribal woman, and then gave birth to me!..."
"That's right! We Wuzhe tribes all went south like this! As for the villages that were captured, they were rich and unbeatable, which were really the best prey! Unfortunately... there are fewer and fewer villages with rich villages like that! And
Last year was another white disaster winter, and the tribe’s food supply seemed to be insufficient again!”
"That's it! I, Nurha, have the sharpest boar nose! At present, there are still villages along the river in the north, just this one, and the one beside the river in the southwest. They are all hard to chew! ... However, this time,
Several Wu tribes joined together and finally defeated the stronghold, and they were able to live a good life for two years! As for the big stronghold in the southwest, I don’t know if the tribe in the forest in the south succeeded..."
"What! Fushan Guards, three hundred miles to the southwest, are also surrounded?..."
Listening to the cannibalistic cries of these barbarian chiefs, Ali, the chief of the Harbarian Guards, was shaking all over, and his face showed despair.
"Ancestor! It's all over now! Once the Fushan Guard is surrounded, the nearest reinforcements will have to go six hundred miles south to Yierguli Guard! As for the Zhetere Mountain Guard in the middle, they have all been rebelled.
The Jurchen tribe of Valka East China Sea has conquered and plundered once!"
Thinking of this, Ali lowered his eyes and sighed deeply. You must know that in the entire lower reaches of Heilongjiang, the only two remaining canonized guards are the Ha'er Man Guard and the Fushan Guard!
As for the "Manjing Guard" that this savage fleet calls itself, it was either defeated by the savages or disguised by the Mongols. Or perhaps even worse, it was the savages and the Mongols who joined forces to break through and then disguise it...
Similar horrific situations have been happening continuously in the past fifty years since the Ming Dynasty's official troops officially withdrew from the outer northeast!
When did the climate in the outer Northeast start to get colder? It might have been sixty years ago, or it might have been eighty years ago. But there is no doubt that the abolition of Nurgandusi occurred when the climate became colder and the order in the north collapsed.
After that, it’s the result, not the cause.
The increasingly cold climate is like a pair of cold and ruthless hands, driving the savage tribes thousands of miles north to the south. The short warm period only allowed the tribes to expand their population, making the next wave of impact southward even more cruel.
ruthless!
In the cold and cruel northern mountains and forests, a long tribal migration often lasts for several generations, or even more than a dozen generations! At the beginning, there were just small groups of savages walking out of the mountains and forests and gathering into tribes of dozens of people.
They migrated and fought, married and integrated. The cruel natural living environment was like a layer of directional screening, allowing only the strongest people to survive, go south, and then gather more tribes!
Then dozens of people gathered into hundreds of people, and continued to migrate and fight, marry and merge, and select the strong among them like cultivators. They continued southward to find warmer campsites, more food and prey, and more fights!
Now, in the Heilongjiang River Basin, the size of the savage tribes has swelled to several hundred people. These savage tribes are like ferocious moose running for survival. Even if they break their big horns, they will break through the villages and villages of the settled tribes.
Get more food!
As a result, waves of savage tribes heading south converged from streams into rivers, and rivers converged into rivers, surging southward. As long as they broke through the stockades and villages, they would bring out more "savages", and there would be a short pause.
A few years later, for food and survival, I took the tribe that I couldn't feed and continued southward!
"Ancestors! After a rest of seven or eight years, is a new wave of savages heading south about to begin again? Then this time, what other guards can hold it? Yierguli Guard? Xishen Guard? If we pass
Xishenwei, then the entire Ussuri River Basin will be in chaos! No! It has been in chaos since the Varkha tribe rebelled!..."
Thinking of the chaotic fighting over the years, Ali, the chief of the Harbarian Guards, bit his lips and couldn't figure it out at all. He couldn't figure out why the situation in the outer northeast was getting more and more chaotic. And the savages had died so many, not only were they not dead,
Instead, it has become bigger and bigger!
Ali didn't know that when the weather was nice and warm, the "flood" of savages heading south might temporarily stop, rest for a few years, and even start farming, transforming into a mature Jurchen.
However, will the savage tribes control their reproduction and reduce the tribe's population to adapt to the carrying capacity of the environment? No, it is impossible! Each tribe must race against time to breed more Dingkou, so that the tribe can become stronger and more likely to survive in the destined future.
Survive in the tribal melee!
In this way, when the cold Great White Disaster comes, the original area cannot support so many tribes, and all the tares planted fail to harvest, the "flood" can only accumulate a larger wave, bringing more tribes seeking survival.
, surging southward again!…
As for the end of the journey south, what is it and is there any way to survive? Some of the migrating savage tribes don't know, some know it, but they don't care. The only thing they are sure of is that only by going south and fighting can they have food and can they
Only with food can the tribe have the chance to survive!
"Holy Emperor! Only 27 years have passed in Chenghua Liting in the northeast of Xuanhe! But why, so many tribes and so many people were killed back then... Then only one generation passed, and the Northern Guards
All of them were lost, and rebellions among the southern tribes also started one after another?"
"The powerful Ming Dynasty is retreating step by step. Where should it retreat to in order to stabilize? And where should we Jurchen tribes who are loyal to the Holy Emperor move to in order to truly take root and defend our territory?..."
"Damn it! If I had known earlier, I should have asked the Holy Emperor to pay tribute like the other tribes in Haixi and Jianzhou! Even if I spent all the wealth of the clan to bribe the adults of Liaodong Dusi and the supervisory army
The eunuch also asked for an opportunity!..."
As for the root cause of everything, Ali, the chief of the Harbarian Guards, could not think of an answer, and could only feel full of regret. His tribe had been invaded by the savages, and such exploration was actually too late!
But Ali can be sure that Chenghua Liting's expedition spent so much money and food and mobilized so many troops, but it did not solve the problem of the savages' continuous march south, nor did it calm down the chaotic fighting among various tribes. At best, it only made the empire's situation in the northeast worse.
, barely lasted for several years, and survived until the next wave of savage invasions, filling in for the tribes that had been killed...
Then, the Ming Dynasty abandoned the North Guards on a large scale and built more border walls in the south. Then, they placed these loyal mature Jurchen tribes as buffers for the peripheral fighting. As long as there are Jurchen tribes going south
If they are willing to pay tribute and surrender, no matter what they have done before, the Ming Dynasty will reward them generously and appease them!
The fundamental reason is that the arrival of the Great Cold Period permanently reduced the population limit of the mountains and forests of Northeast Asia, triggering a chain wave of barbarian invasions. The Tungus savages driven out by the cold came in waves, like a gathering flood.
, constantly rushing towards the warm south. Even if they are smashed to pieces in the end, they don't care. Sending out the Liaodong official army to attack these fierce and barren barbarians is just a waste of money and food, destroying the army, and there will be no gain at all!
Yes! Individuals of the savage tribe may be afraid of death. But for the tens of thousands of savage tribes that cannot be fed at all, killing is meaningless to them! These people who cannot be fed are destined to die.
Just die in any way!
And before death, life will find its own way out, just like floods will find all river channels. The savages in Tunguska will not do anything to starve to death, they will only be gnawing locusts, flying to the south in swarms, attacking.
To the frontiers of empire…
As for the situation at the moment, Dayan Khan is reviving Mongolia, and the threat is getting bigger and bigger. The Ming Dynasty has abandoned the outer northeast and is concentrating on building the border walls of Liaodong and West Liaoning. Perhaps the Chenghua Liting expedition will never happen again.
…And after the sun and moon of the empire set from the vast outer northeast, they left only endless darkness and chaos. I don’t know when and where there will be dawn again~~
