Under the grassy slope at dusk, there were four to five hundred herdsmen standing, all of whom were older men. The representatives from each household were either the head of the family or one of the most important members.
Some herdsmen showed nervous expressions on their faces.
Kasaka Nuhu, who was considered the most loyal, even received a hint that when he came to the meeting this time, he must be prepared to kill all the Central-Europeans who invaded.
Master Matruh has secretly contacted Khan's army.
However, the representative of the Central-Continent people who was supposed to give a lecture still did not get out of the car, causing them to whisper and discuss among themselves.
They all looked at the iron artillery vehicles and the vigilant cavalry on the edge of the grass slope. The cavalry included Japanese mercenaries hired by the Montenegrins, and traitors from the Chishui area who were seeking glory by selling themselves to others.
In the armored vehicle, Tuoba Lan's beautiful eyes were a little anxious, but she did not rush Manager Wang who was meditating next to him.
Before leaving Chishui, Tuoba Lan had promised to help pacify the surrounding herdsmen settlements.
To preach to all the herdsmen in the Tru tribe, Tuoba Lan was supposed to go and reveal her identity, and then she announced that the Katab, Kasaka and other household systems would be abolished. From now on, all herdsmen would belong to the territory of the Prince of Montenegro.
Free citizens, cattle and sheep were equally divided among each settlement. From then on, they were privately owned and protected by His Royal Highness the Prince of Montenegro.
But when things came to a head, Manager Wang didn't know what he thought of, and he still didn't allow Tuoba Lan to get out of the car.
Tuoba Lan sat there very calmly, the anxiety in her beautiful eyes flashed away, and she concealed it very well.
"You came here to seek death, right? Are you going to make a passionate declaration like the children of the prairie and force me to kill you? Use your blood to inspire the people in your eyes?" Lu Ming looked at Tuoba Lan and suddenly
A smile.
Tuoba Lan said calmly: "If you really do this, aren't I afraid that you will become angry and massacre our Tuoba clan?"
Lu Ming smiled: "In short, I won't take this risk." He stared at Tuoba Lan, "Actually, if you gave a righteous speech about the children of the prairie risking their lives for freedom, would you think it was ironic? In your eyes
Tribesmen, those kasaka, in your eyes, are they really human beings? Or are they no different from livestock?"
Tuoba Lan said coldly: "That is a matter within our clan, but being ruled by a foreign race is a shame for the children of our grassland!" Apparently seeing that he had been seen through, he decided to show off his cards.
Lu Ming nodded: "Of course, you are right. When we Central Continent people came to conquer the grasslands, we first considered our long-term peace and stability, not to bring freedom and prosperity to the grassland tribes. However, the grassland tribesmen
Wealth and freedom do not conflict with our goals. At least, under the rule of the Principality of Montenegro, most herdsmen will live better than before. Moreover, I hope that in time, the liberated Kasaka slave households will
They will be grateful to His Highness the Prince and think that His Highness the Prince is their savior. When the time comes, as the people in His Highness the Prince’s territory, I think His Highness the Prince will not fail to help them get rid of poverty. After all, the beef and mutton on the prairie is better than that in the mainland.
It’s much more delicious. It may not be that rich in the future, but it won’t be a poor place anymore.”
Tuoba Lan listened to Lu Ming's talk and just sneered.
Lu Ming stood up, "Okay, let's wait and see what happens in the future!"
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Under the grass slope, listening to the Minister-in-Chief of the Zhongzhou people, that is to say, the manager of this prairie in the future, announcing that from now on, the "Katab" and "Kasaka" household registration system will be abolished, and the cattle and sheep will be divided equally, etc., all the herdsmen are a little worried.
confused.
"Big man, tell me!" Lu Ming waved to a tall young man standing not far away.
The young man's name was Ma Dahe. He was over 1.9 meters tall and stood out even among the prairie men. He ran over quickly, looking very restrained.
"Come on, tell everyone about the changes in the Kasakas over at Chishui!" Lu Ming patted him on the shoulder and gave him the lecture position.
In fact, it is just a wooden pillar, and you can preach while standing on it.
But Ma Dahe stood up and looked at the crowd below. His face turned red and his swarthy face turned purple. It was obvious that he had no experience speaking in front of such a large number of people and did not have the confidence.
Lu Ming smiled: "Well, just go over there!" Pointing to the crowd, "Go and talk to the uncles and uncles and answer their questions."
When Ma Dahe entered the crowd, he seemed much more at ease. The originally dull group of herdsmen also became lively. They all surrounded him curiously and asked about the situation on the other side of Chishui.
On the other side, watching this scene, Matrou's eyelids twitched.
At this time, Lu Ming waved to him, and he immediately ran over with a flattering smile on his face.
Night gradually fell, and the bright moon shone brightly in the sky.
The grassy slope was extremely lively, and Matruh slaughtered several cattle and sheep to entertain all the guests.
The herdsmen sang and danced around the bonfires. It was the New Year before, and they had never eaten so sumptuously. They drank wine and ate meat, forgetting all their worries and the Montenegrins, and just enjoyed themselves.
Lu Ming was in Matruh's snow-white felt tent. The guests and hosts had a low table in front of them and sat cross-legged on the thick velvet blanket.
In addition to beef and mutton, there are also beers, canned meats, etc. on the low table. They are all imported products. Looking at the brands, most of them are made in Montenegro. In the depths of this grassland, compared to beef and mutton barbecue, these beers, canned goods, etc. are more expensive.
Luxury food.
In the felt tent, the host is Matruh, and there are more than a dozen accompanying guests, including Matrou's five sons, his brothers, important cousins, etc.
On the Black Mountain side, there were Lu Ming, Ma Chinuer, Kawamoto Lianheng, deputy commander of the second cavalry company of the Prairie Regiment, Ma Xiaowei, commander of the fourth squadron of the Chishui Public Security Inspection Brigade, and others.
Lu Ming and Matruh both sat at the main table. Both sides had their own low tables, but they were placed next to each other.
While joking and chatting, Lu Ming explained the preferential treatment policy for nobles and Kasab households. He said that as long as he was willing to accept the New Deal and swore to serve His Highness the Prince, he would still retain part of his property to maintain a decent life. Compared with ordinary herdsmen, he would still be able to live a decent life.
It's a wealthy family.
Moreover, those from aristocratic families who have received a new education can definitely go to the mainland to develop and have many opportunities, including taking the civil service examination.
Matruh listened and nodded in agreement.
"Clan Chief Ma, I have a question. I checked and found out if the weapons and ammunition you handed over were concealed?" Lu Ming suddenly asked.
Lu Ming looked at his watch and said, "I'll give you five minutes. I hope you can explain it clearly."
Matruh's expression changed slightly, and the wine glass he was holding was about to fall to the ground.
Lu Ming had already rushed over, pressing down on him violently, covering his mouth, and moving the short knife in and out of his hand. The fat white man's face was full of fear, and he was struggling while whining, but more and more blood was leaking out of his body, and he was struggling.
More and more powerless.
"Bang bang bang", gunshots rang out. Ma Chinuer and others had already drawn their short guns, and their bullets were all loaded and the safety was on.
Outside, there was also loud gunfire.
At the same time, gunshots seemed to be heard in the distance.
Lu Ming dropped Matru's body, which had turned white as a dead fish.
At this time, in the felt tent, the dignitaries and generals of the Tru tribe were dead.
Lu Ming stepped out and said, "Blow the trumpet and prepare to fight!"
There was a faint excitement in my heart, as if killing and the upcoming fierce battle were actually the pleasures of life.