Thanks to Mi Jiang, the matter of offering sacrifices to heaven was finally over, and Zhao Hongrun successfully made a blood alliance with the tribal chiefs in Gong and Luo.
Using the blood of the most precious ibex of the ibex people as a guide, Zhao Hongrun and the tribal chiefs cut their thumbs and dripped the blood into the vessel filled with ibex blood.
After all the clan leaders finished dripping blood, Halegoh, the clan leader of the Aries tribe, solemnly handed the big bowl to Zhao Hongrun.
After all, Wei is the leader of the alliance, so Zhao Hongrun, as the representative, naturally has to take the first sip, symbolizing his dominance.
"I hope these people don't have any blood diseases..."
Praying secretly, Zhao Hongrun picked up the bowl bravely, touched the blood in the bowl with his lips, and immediately put it down.
It's not that he has bad intentions, the problem is that the patriarchs are all in their forties. Due to the conditions in the Sanchuan land, they stink so much that Zhao Hongrun can't bear to take a sip of the sheep's blood mixed with the blood of those uncles. He can
Just touching your lips is already quite a big deal.
The pain of a cut thumb is nothing in comparison.
But there is no way, because this is the most sacred and solemn oath among the three tribes of Yi, Jie, and Yi. Its meaning is probably "because after drinking blood wine, each other has the other's blood in their bodies, so they can be honest with each other."
It means something like "regarded as brothers".
It is worth mentioning that because he did not want to be excluded from the "Luoshui Alliance", Wuwu, the young leader of the Qingyang tribe, with Zhao Hongrun's approval, replaced his father Amutu as a special example and joined forces with
Zhao Hongrun and the other tribal chiefs made a blood alliance and joined the "Luoshui Alliance".
Although he made his own decisions regardless of the consequences, I believe Amutu would not blame his son after learning the truth of the matter. He would only think that Wuwu had assessed the situation and was an outstanding successor.
Because it was a ceremony to sacrifice to heaven, the Sheang people generously took out twelve precious ibexes for sacrifice, including three ibex from the Yi side and nine from the Wei side. It was not for any other reason, this was just
Because "three" is a noble number in the culture of the Yi people, it probably means "heaven, earth, and people". As for the Wei State, the culture of other Central Plains countries has been imported. Therefore, like other Central Plains countries, Wei
People regard "nine" as the most noble number.
That's all.
Through this sacrifice, Zhao Hong also discovered something.
That is the enthusiasm of the Yi and Yi people in their faith. The degree to which they are passionate about their faith, although it has not reached the point of fanaticism, can be seen from the heartfelt actions of these Yi and Yi people crawling on the ground during sacrifices.
It can be seen that these are two ethnic groups with very strong beliefs.
Generally speaking, a nation with such beliefs cannot be completely subjugated by force alone.
However, during this period, Zhao Hongrun also discovered some signs that made him laugh or cry.
For example, since Mi Jiang staged an exaggerated arson trick, the people of the Yi and Yi ethnic groups looked at the Wei people obviously differently.
Their eyes were filled with awe.
Even Zhao Hongrun could sometimes hear some remarks that left him speechless, "It turns out that the Wei State is a country protected by the God of Fire. No wonder they can control the heavenly fire that cannot even be extinguished by the water of heaven.", or "Those few people."
"Ji, you are obviously no match for that witch from Wei State. No wonder we can't defeat Wei State." and other whispers.
In response, Zhao Hongrun sighed secretly.
He had a premonition that when he defeated the Jiejiao tribe and settled the matter in the Sanchuan land in the future, after returning to Daliang, the Ministry of Rites would definitely invite him to talk to him after hearing these gossips.
After all, the only god Wei believed in was the Heavenly Father and the Earthly Mother. He did not believe in the God of Fire, the God of Fire and the God of Water. Those were the beliefs of Chu and Ba. However, Zhao Hongrun made the mistake of choosing Mi Jiang to assist Qiu Yu.
There was a misunderstanding among the people of the Sanchuan tribe. In a sense, this could be regarded as "defaming the sacrifices of the Wei Dynasty", which was a quite serious crime.
However, it is gratifying that the "Luoshui Alliance" has finally been successfully formed. From today on, the Wei State and the tribes in Gong and Luo will become strong allies. In the future, they will gradually absorb some of the tribes of Sanchuan.
If the tribes in the area are friendly to Wei, then Wei will no longer need to worry about border defense in the west. Even if a war breaks out with South Korea, Wei will not have to worry about being attacked from both sides.
"It's finally over."
After returning to the felt tent in Luocheng, Zhao Hongrun stretched out comfortably. After all, he had been standing by the Luoshui River for almost a day, and he was already exhausted.
"(In Shen language) Ji Run, are your hands still bleeding?"
Oona lifted up the tent and walked in, holding an ossuary in her hand. It might have been a jar made from a sheep's leg bone or some other bone.
Perhaps because he was in a good mood after just signing the alliance, Zhao Hongrun joked in the Sheo language: "It's not my thumb that's bleeding, but my heart... You don't know, I mustered up the courage to take a sip of those clan chiefs."
Ah, thinking about it, my heart is about to bleed again... Those patriarchs, they all stink. If it were my Oona's blood, I would drink it..."
"Hehe." Oona was amused by Zhao Hongrun and said with a smile: "That is the most sacred oath of our Xiang tribe. All the clan leaders were serious when they made the alliance. Who is like you and has such fantasy?
It's a mess..." As she said that, she opened the medicine jar and applied a green ointment in the jar to Zhao Hongrun's thumb wound that had already condensed.
"What is this?" Zhao Hongrun frowned, because he smelled the smell of the ointment that was a bit pungent, a rather pungent smell of grass.
"(In the language of the Yi people) this is an ointment made from herbs collected by our tribe. It can quickly stop bleeding and heal wounds." Oona explained, and then told Zhao Hongrun: "It will be a little itchy, but it can be done."
No scratching is allowed, otherwise the wound will not heal and will leave scars."
Zhao Hongrun looked at his ointment-smeared thumb suspiciously.
Not to mention, just as Oona said, not long after, Zhao Hongrun felt an itching sensation coming from his thumb. He knew that this was a sign that the skin and flesh were reactivating and the wound was healing.
"The effect of this medicine... is surprisingly strong."
Zhao Hongrun took the ossuary, and after thinking about it for a while, he said to Oona: "Do all the tribesmen know how to make ointments?"
"(In the language of the Yi people) Yes, in the past, when people in the tribe were injured, they would always use ointment made from 觋, but it is effective now."
After hearing this, Zhao Hongrun asked: "If I ask you to make more ointments like this, is that okay?"
"(In the language of the He people) Okay, how much do you want? I'll go back and talk to Jin from our tribe."
"As much as you want, as much as you want."
"(In the language of the Yi tribe) Then...I can't make the decision. Our Qingyang tribe's Jin doesn't have time to make so many ointments...By the way, Ji Run, you can find other tribes. Our Yi tribe's Jin usually can
Make this kind of ointment. But, Ji Run, what do you want so much ointment for?"
"Of course they are allocated to the army soldiers on the front line..."
Zhao Hongrun sighed quietly. As a commander who had led troops on two expeditions, he naturally knew how helpful a jar of herbal ointment that could quickly stop bleeding and heal wounds could be in the frontline army that lacked military doctors.
While Zhao Hongrun was pondering this matter, Halegoh, the chief of the Baiyang tribe of the Yi people, Meng Liang, the chief of the Meng tribe of the Yi people, and Wu Wu, the young chief of the Qingyang tribe of the Yi people, came to the felt tent together.
These three people are here to report to Zhao Hongrun on the finishing work of the Heaven Sacrifice Alliance. In addition, they also want to ask Zhao Hongrun for instructions on the specific location of erecting a stele on the bank of Luoshui River to record today's prosperous event, as well as the words carved on the stele, etc.
matters.
"It's up to you, Chief Halegoh, to take care of this matter. Didn't I draw up an oath for you? There's no problem in engraving it directly on it."
After saying that, Zhao Hongrun showed the ossuary in his hand to the three of them and asked: "In addition, I hope to add this to your trading items."
Halegoh took the ossuary jar, opened it, took a look, and asked unexpectedly: "Prince Su, does he want this?"
"Is it difficult?" Zhao Hongrun asked doubtfully.
Halegoh shook his head and said: "It is not difficult to make this kind of ointment. On the contrary, basically all the Jin tribesmen can..."
"My Di tribe can do it too," Meng Liang, the leader of the Meng tribe, glanced at Halegoh and interjected.
"That's right." Halegoh nodded with a smile, and then said to Zhao Hongrun: "Because it is something that is easy to make, because each tribe does not make too many except for saving some for injured tribesmen to use...
...And, as time goes by, the medicinal properties of this thing will dissipate, and it will no longer have any effect."
"It turns out it's a shelf life issue..."
Zhao Hongrun suddenly realized it, and then frowned and asked: "How long can it be kept?"
"At most half a year."
"Half a year..."
Zhao Hongrun was a little disappointed. After all, if he wanted to stock up on this kind of ointment in large quantities for use by the frontline troops, half a year would not be enough.
"Let me think about it again... By the way, you three are not here specifically to erect a monument, are you?"
Hearing this, Halegoh and Meng Liang looked at each other, and the latter lowered his voice and said: "King Su, the Lun clan sent out and the soldiers of my Meng clan have found out the movements of the Jiejiao tribe army...
…Because the other party didn’t know that we had formed an alliance with King Su, our soldiers took the opportunity to explore the number of the Jiejiao tribe’s army.”
"Tell me and listen."
"There are about 50,000 warriors on horseback, and there are about 200,000 slaves. What's worse is that as the Jiejiao tribe's army comes along the way, there are many Yi people and Yi people in the places they pass.
The tribe has chosen to assist the Jiejiao tribe..."
"In other words, the number of enemy troops is more than 250,000?"
"Yes!" Patriarch Meng Liang said solemnly.
"..."
Zhao Hongrun slowly put away the smile on his face and asked carefully: "What is the purpose of the three of you..."
To his surprise, Halegoch and Meng Liang looked at each other and said in unison: "The Jiejiao tribe came with a large army. The army under King Su's command was only less than 50,000. They are weak and might be able to fight alone."
It’s difficult to support, so...please ask King Su to lead our ‘Luoshui Allied Forces’ to fight the Jijiao Tribe’s army in a decisive battle!”
"King Su, you also know that this battle is no longer just a war between Wei and Jiejiao."
Meng Liang said from the side.
Zhao Hongrun opened his mouth. Although he knew the reason, he still felt as happy as being knocked unconscious by a pie.