"O God! These savages are really like wild boars! They want to take a bite of everything they see, and they are not afraid of stabbing their throats!"
"Haha! Zu! As long as they can grab good things, they won't care about dead people! You know, in the eyes of our tribe, the wild boar is a brave totem! At least, it is much braver than the cunning wolves!
…”
As the sun set, the long boat turned around and sailed quickly toward the lower reaches of the river along the surging Heilongjiang water. The dark forests on both sides were like the background of the fleet, like a vast ink landscape painting. And this vast area
The numerous tribes born out of the vast forest sea in the north are like this deep-colored "Heilongjiang", rising and falling in the cold reality of life and death.
"Ouch!~Ouch!~"
As the sun sets and the moon rises, the September wind has brought a hint of autumn. The roar of wild beasts comes from the depths of the forest, mixed with the shouts of people and dogs. The cold time is getting closer and closer, and the wild beasts in the jungle
They have also begun the last hunt and mania before winter. Of course, the most ferocious overlord in the forest will always be the wild man in the forest. And the most cruel fighting will only happen between human tribes...
"Witness the Lord God! These savage tribes along the river are in great need of iron tools, salt and food! They are poor, brave and good at fighting. They are good trading and recruitment targets for the kingdom!..."
"It's just that it's not that easy to trade with these savage tribes and open up this mighty river! Even if you have helpers like the Maha tribe, you must always be careful and maintain sufficient force! And both parties must establish enough mutual trust.
, or even spread the faith of the Lord God and tell the story of bonding people together... it will require more contact and a longer time!..."
Zuwaro stood on the bow of the boat, watching the river surge northward towards the mouth of the river downstream. Nuergan, where the Maha tribe is located, is actually more than three hundred miles away to the north of the Ha'er barbarian guards. In other words,
This time, they only sailed more than 300 miles to explore the way south. They encountered a chaotic fighting tribe of savages and saw a corner of the chaotic fighting in the south. Afterwards, the fleet exchanged for more than a hundred mature Jurchen tribe captives and returned.
.
In this section of the lower reaches of the Heilongjiang River, the speed of the water is too fast. The fleet used to go upstream and could only sail three to forty miles a day, taking nine or ten days to arrive. But now it is going downstream, and if some ships are not pressed against it, the water flow is too fast.
If you go quickly, it is estimated that you can travel a hundred miles in one day, and it will only take three days to return.
"There will be spring floods in spring and ice floods in winter. In summer and autumn, the flow speed is very fast, and the river is winding... This raging Hun Tong River is really not a big river suitable for navigation! And the kingdom's exploration to the south is said to be
This river of thousands of miles has really just begun!"
Thinking of the poor shipping conditions of this river and the complicated tribal fighting along the way, Zuvalo shook his head and felt not optimistic. If it weren't for this double difficulty, the Ming Dynasty would not have completely abandoned this place and allowed both sides of the river to fall into
confusion.
At present, in the mountains and forests on both sides of the river, the arrogant and brave savage Jurchen tribes are everywhere like migrating beasts, bringing great pressure to people. This is the first time in the vast outer northeastern forests since the rise of various tribes.
Two periods of great chaos with clear records. The last period of great chaos was a thousand years ago, at the beginning of the Little Ice Age...
"Of course, the biggest gain from this trip south is not the more than a hundred strong tribesmen...but the braided chief, the commanding chief of the Ming Dynasty!..."
Thinking of the mature true chief who was imprisoned in the cabin, the corners of Zuvalo's mouth slightly raised. He stretched out his hand, took out a newer copper seal from the bear's backpack, and looked at it carefully.
"Ha'er, the barbarian guards commanded the envoys... The fourteenth year of Chenghua... Chenghua? This is another new chronology, probably like the year of the house, the year of the rabbit, and the year of the reed... And look at the bright copper seal
The fineness of it must have only been a few years ago?…”
"Witness the Lord God! It's not time for interrogation yet. The boat is so crowded that we can't have a good conversation. Let's leave him alone for a few days and let him think about it. Then he can tell the truth... soon!
Wait a few days for the fleet to arrive at Mahabu and make arrangements..."
Four days passed in a hurry, and the kingdom's fleet of three long boats finally docked towards the shore and arrived at Nurgan Mahaha. Along the way, the water flow was fast, the river was winding, and there were many rivers.
There are many tidal flats and reefs. The fleet must always maintain speed and dare not sail at full speed. Even so, it ran aground once on the way, and the prisoners came down to drag the boat. This is thanks to the fact that the fleet is all flat-bottomed boats, and there is nothing "
"Big ship, big ship", otherwise it won't be able to tow it! You know, the name of this river is the roaring "Black Dragon"...
"Holy Emperor! Where is this? How could the savages have such a big village?...Is it here? Is it here?..."
Ali, the chief of the Harman Tribe, was shaking all over. He climbed out of the crowded cabin and looked up to see a very large stockade. The size of this stockade was twice as large as that of the Harman Tribe, and there were even
A wall of earth and stone, and the fields enclosed by the wall!
But when Ali wiped his hungry old eyes and took a good look, he suddenly realized that most of the "stockade" had collapsed. Even the outer walls of the stockade were intermittently covered with fences in the middle.
When he looked at the collapsed pagoda temple further away and the rare pagoda body in the north, Ali suddenly realized it and shouted tremblingly.
"Ancestor! That's Yongning Temple! This is Nuergandusi?! It's the abandoned Nuergandusi!..."
"Holy Emperor! The stronghold of this barbarian tribe is actually here?... How many tribes do they have, and they dare to occupy this important place that locks the river mouth and allows various tribes to communicate?!... Could it be that they are not afraid of the Holy Emperor's order to send troops?
?…”
Harman Chief Ali's lips trembled and he muttered a few words in a low voice. He carefully observed the scale of this stronghold and calculated that there were about five or six hundred barbarian tribes. Adding more than two hundred people on the ship, that's seven or eight.
A hundred people? No, there are more than a hundred people from my own tribe who were kidnapped. The total number is almost a thousand...
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! However, even a large tribe of a thousand barbarians dare to occupy Nuergandusi? With such a small number of people, they can also occupy Nuergan.
Dusi? Yes, their big ships, their iron armor, and the iron pots and iron axes that can be exchanged are all different from ordinary savage tribes...
Could it be that behind these people is really a tribe of ten thousand households in Mongolia? No! How could the Mongolians be willing to take out precious iron tools in exchange for useless people?…
"Damn! Where did this savage tribe come from? How could there be such a strange savage tribe?!..."
Thinking of these difficult questions, Ali had a splitting headache and couldn't think of any reliable answers. His previous judgment that the so-called collusion between the savages and the Mongols had been overturned by his observations along the way.
The Harman tribe has taken root in the northern and lower reaches of the river since it was canonized during the Yongle period. Each generation of Harman chiefs will pay tribute to the Ming Dynasty and receive tribute from Taizong, Renzong, Yingzong, Xuanzong, Xianzong and Xiaozong, a total of six
generation
The Ming Emperor's canonizations! These canonizations are all recorded in the Ming Dynasty Records. As for the situation upstream and downstream of the river, the Harman tribe really knows everything about it, and they are the real tigers on the ground! Well, although their strength is weak
some…
At the moment, this sudden appearance of the Maha tribe, the vast majority of the tribesmen, including the appearance of this camp, are all in the shape of wild Jurchens. There is no doubt about this, Ali has already observed and confirmed it!
But how could the savages from the north and south have big ships?
How could they have so many iron weapons? Even the Duoyan Sanwei in the west, the Uulianghawanhu in the northwest... these large Mongolian tribes in the west, even if they can provide tens of thousands of herdsmen and cavalry, will not be as good as this savage tribe
The same thing, spend lavishly and trade iron weapons for human beings!
"Something's wrong. The appearance of these iron tools, big ships and tiger squatting cannons is really wrong! It can't be that they were really obtained by some forest shaman and some evil human sacrifice, right?..."
Thinking of this, Ali trembled in his heart. Like the Mongols, the Tungus Jurchen tribes are also very familiar with human sacrifice. This kind of sacrifice only differs in scale, not whether it exists or not. However, at the moment,
It is very likely that the person who was sacrificed was the last member of his Harman tribe, or even himself...
"...! What are you doing! Where are you taking me?!..."
Chief Harman was still thinking, but his arms suddenly tightened and his feet were dangling in the air. In his horrified eyes, two thick and short armored warriors were carrying him towards the collapsed temple.
Go. And at the entrance of the temple, the plaque of "Yongning Temple" seems to have been rewashed. The word "Temple" at the back has been shoveled away, and a mysterious and complex variant word is written with a strange red paint...
"Yongning...thunder...bird...god...?"
Chief Harman's eyes widened, and he looked at the three parts of the variant characters, which seemed to be "Thunder", "Bird" and "God" respectively. They were all ancient characters with partial graphics, as if they contained some kind of special meaning.
Mysterious. And when he was carried into the half-collapsed temple, he was faced with a red stone altar, and a more abstract mural on the altar, carved with an abstract and strange...
"Ancestor! What is this? An eagle growing in the sun?..."
Chief Harman moved his eyes away from the obvious bloodstains on the altar, and his whole body trembled! His gaze passed over a row of fierce tribal warriors and was fixed on two shamans with strange expressions and wearing bright feather crowns.
On his head. And one of the shamans, he had had close contact with before, was the forest shaman who tricked him into boarding the boat!…
"Chief of the Harman Tribe! We meet again!..."
Priest Kui lit the sacred smoke and sprinkled a handful of sulfur, making the flame glow with a strange blue light. In the pungent and dull smoke, Zuvarro smiled, stretched out his fingers, and touched it.
The wrinkled forehead of Erman chief Ali seemed to be performing some evil ritual.
"Uh!...respected...respected forest shaman..."
The elderly Chief Ali stiffened when he heard Manchu with a strange accent penetrate into his ears like a snake hissing.
"The Lord God witnesses! I said before that I will protect your tribe and rescue your tribesmen..."
"Now, Chief of the Harman Tribe! My promise has been fulfilled... It's time for you to give your reward and pay your price..."
"Lin... Shaman in the forest, you... what price do you want? Now, my people, including my life, are in your hands! Whatever you want to take, just take it!..."
"Aha! What I want, I can't get it myself, I have to agree with it! Just like...your soul!..."
A faint voice floated in the half-collapsed temple. Then, there was the wooden door slamming shut, the flickering light of the fire, the rising smoke, and the low chanting of the shamans. Then, there was a shrill scream, and suddenly
Breaking through the groggy darkness! This voice was filled with great terror, suddenly sounded, then gradually turned into a howl, and finally disappeared into the cold mountain forest...
