"Chief of the Wanderers in the Forest! These tribal warriors don't seem to be very good at it. Can they be considered warriors even if they can't draw a ten-strength bow?"
"Ah! They fought all day today, and all their strength was exhausted. Now they couldn't draw the Shili bow... Ha! Look, can't it be drawn? Let me tell you, the calluses on these hands,
At first glance, he looks like an experienced marksman!...Huh? He only fired so many times? The tribes with thin braids in these southern villages are indeed weaker. They can only be regarded as warriors..."
Beside the river beach, a large group of wildling cavalry were scattered in a line, with bows and arrows in their hands on guard, looking at the frightened captives who were huddled together. Twenty-five "War Ding" prisoners were taken out individually from the crowd.
Under the supervision of the Jurchen tribe in the kingdom, he worked hard to draw the big bow in his hand.
"Try hard! Pull hard! If the Maha tribe doesn't want you, you can't get iron pots and iron axes... You will be the vanguard to attack other villages next time!..."
Hearing these words, some of the more than twenty newly captured warriors showed fear and some showed hatred. But all of them bit their lips and exerted their strength to prove their strength.
The so-called Zhan Ding and Yu Ding are actually very simple to judge among the Jurchen tribe. Those who can fire an eight-power bow and shoot two pots of arrows are considered Zhan Ding. Those who cannot fire are Yu Ding. This was also the time when the Eight Banners were first established in later generations.
Selection criteria for fighting against Ding.
As for the "warriors" in the battle, or "Baya La", the "white-armored soldiers" of Hou Jin Dynasty must be able to fire ten-power bows, and the outstanding ones can even reach twelve-power!
In comparison, the Ming Army's selection criteria for archers averaged only six-power. Those who could fire eight-power bows were eligible to join the scout team of the frontier army. Warriors who could fire ten-power bows were favored by the commander.
, selected as a servant.
For example, the old slave Nurhachi and his father Takshi both relied on their bravery to become the servants of Li Chengliang, the commander-in-chief of Liaodong. To be honest, the average quality of the soldiers of the Liaodong Ming Army was a bit weaker than that of the Jurchen Eight Banners. This has nothing to do with their growth.
It is related to the environment. The hunting ones are indeed stronger and taller than the herding and farming ones.
Of course, the population numbers of the three are simply incomparable. The Ming army has hundreds of thousands of archers and tens of thousands of elites. The Mongols can also pull out tens of thousands of elite cavalry at every turn. And the Jurchen Eight Banners' Bai
Even when Lao Nu was at his peak, the Jia soldiers could only plunder the entire Northeast and mature Jurchens inside and outside, and they could only gather ten people, a total of more than 3,000 people. As long as Lao Nu was defeated once, he would be beyond redemption...
"Okay! It looks pretty good! Let them get on the boat! We all want these people!..."
Maha Aguda frowned, looked at the "weak" Mature Girl True tribe, and demonstrated how to draw the bow for a moment. It was not until Zuvalo urged him to give a gesture that he reluctantly nodded. Then, the three longships completely moved towards the shore, and dozens of
The armored warriors jumped off the ship. They counted the number of people and loaded them onto the ship. They took out the iron tools and handed them to the confidants of the Wu Zhe chiefs.
"Hiss! Ten...twenty...fifty...there are really fifty iron spears!..."
"Ancestor! I also ordered one here, it's one hundred and fifty iron arrows!..."
Wu Zhe Nurha and Wu Zhe Daimin looked at each other, and they both saw the greed and desire in each other's eyes. They turned back together and looked at Wu Zhe Aguda. They saw only five iron pots and twenty iron axes.
He placed it in front of Wu Zhe Aguda's horse, causing the other's hand holding the reins to tremble a little.
"Ancestor! There are so many iron tools on the Maha tribe's boat! Are there more good things on their boat? And where is the location of their tribe in the north?!..."
"Damn it! So many people have boarded the boat that it can no longer row, and the rations can only last for a few days... It's completely over now! We have to turn back quickly and go back along the river!..."
Maha Aguda stood at the bow of the ship, looking at the messy tribal prisoners, who were divided into three teams and brought onto the ship, and stuffed into the cabin, almost filling all the places. He shook his head helplessly and used useful iron tools.
, changing so many mouths to eat, this is really a sin!…
Unfortunately, on these three kingdom longships, it was the "silly" brother-in-law Zuvalo who had the final say. He raised his head, looked at the situation on the shore, frowned instantly, and said a few words to Zuvalo hastily.
.Then, he turned his head again and shouted loudly at the savage tribe that had been lingering on the shore for a long time and even gathered more and more.
"Hey! The three chiefs of the Wanderers in the Forest! You have all ordered the goods for trade. It is up to you to discuss how to divide them! We are leaving now!..."
"Maha Aguda! Our friend! You have exchanged so many iron tools for us... Stay and have a drink with us!..."
"That's right, that's right! Don't be so hasty, don't put away the gangplank... Come! Our friend! If you don't come down... Then we come over and invite you down for a drink!..."
"Haha! Wu Zhe Aguda! Do you think I am really a stupid roe deer? If you call so many tribal warriors over, if I don't leave...then you will have to lead people to rush up and die from arrows! They are all killed in the forest.
'Friends', you are jealous when you see good things, what are your plans, do you think I can't see it?!..."
"...Wait, wait, don't leave! These soldiers are here for no other reason... As you said before, they can help our people heal their wounds!..."
"Zu! Quick! Fire off the cannon!"
“?…”
"Hurry up and fire! These red-eyed wild boars are greedy for us. If we don't fire, they will take advantage of the boat still on the shore to rush up and attack us!..."
"?!...Damn it! Fire off the gun!..."
"Boom! Boom!..."
The chiefs of the Wu Zhe were arguing while approaching on horseback with bows and hammers, but suddenly they heard three terrible thunders! Three bronze cannons with crouching mouths were seen, and they exploded like thunder on the kingdom's longship, shaking the whole country.
The wildling cavalry on horseback neighed in confusion, and several even fell off their horses!
"Damn it! Damn it! This Maha tribe that came out from the north actually has a cannon that can lay thunder!..."
"Hurry! Catch the horse, catch the horse! Don't let our horse go!..."
"Your Majesty, Holy Emperor! This fleet, which is a mixture of Mongolians and Jurchens, actually has tiger squatting cannons?!..."
Facing the overwhelming savage Jurchen tribe, Zuvalo once again took out the weapon that "presses the bottom of the boat", that is, the "artillery" that can only hear a sound after the gunpowder is dampened. However, this time, the "Thunder's Magic"
"The weapon" suddenly appeared on the scene, but it did not have the same "miraculous effect" that it had in the past!
Whether they are the savage Jurchens who live alone in the forest or the mature Jurchen tribe who have not migrated south, they all know and understand things like "artillery" that make smoke and make noise. Firearms that make smoke and make noise like this are very popular in the Ming army.
In the century-old battle with the remnants of the Northern Yuan Dynasty, there have been countless battles. The sound of thunderous artillery has long resounded through this wild and cold white mountain and black water. Even more than ten years ago, the Ming Army's Liting Expedition during the Chenghua Period,
It is also indispensable to attack the camp with the tiger crouching cannon!
After removing the bonus of mysticism, such a firearm is just a weapon to disturb horses and break down fortresses. The actual damage it can bring is actually far less than a round of approaching heavy arrows...
The sudden sound of artillery struck, and the Jurchen tribe of savages approaching on the shore fell on their backs. After a while, the cavalry restrained the galloping horses and reluctantly began to restore order. However, Aguda, the Wu one, was furious, and Nurha and Dai Min faced each other.
The three chiefs stared in shock and doubt, looking at the three long boats that had taken advantage of the chaos to row into the river, and cursed loudly.
"Damn it! Chief of the Maha tribe! They are all tribes going south, and they are all poor people... Where did you get three ships and so many iron tools? You even got three cannons to scare us away.
Several horses? Could it be that you discovered any camps left behind by the Ming Dynasty in the south before they withdrew?"
"That's it! Ancestors! Where is your camp in the north? Our ancestors all came down from the north, but we have never seen these good things!..."
"Haha! Chiefs of the Wu Zhe Tribe! Don't even think about attacking us. Our tribe has been migrating, and you can't find it! Even if you find it, there is nothing in our camp, only thousands of people who can
Fight the warriors who can shoot!…”
The long boat rowed into the river, fully loaded with the "herds of deer" that had been exchanged, away from the "pack of wolves" on the shore. Maha Aguda laughed loudly, appearing to be heroic, but in fact he was cunning, and shouted to the anxious chiefs on the shore.
road.
"Ancestors witness! I won't hide it from you! These iron weapons, cannons and ships are not produced by our Maha tribe, and we can't get them out. These are the ancient forest shamans who used these captured people as
Sacrificial offerings, sacrifices to the great bird god of the east, the generous rewards given by the god on the altar!…”
"These things were sacrificed from the forest sea by the forest shaman using real magic power!... In the future, we will definitely have the opportunity to trade again... Use the people you captured to exchange for the iron tools conjured by the shaman!
…”
"What? Who is the shaman in the forest, you ask? Haha! He is right here, right next to me! Yes, it is this good-looking, good-looking and good-looking little Yandahan!..."
Before the Kingdom's fleet returned, upon hearing the last question on the shore, Maha Aguda laughed loudly, raised Zuvalo's hand, and roared boldly.
"Haha! The shaman in the forest is my brother-in-law, the Big Bird Chief of the Big Bird Department! It's him!..."
