The first thousand six hundred and forty-two chapters
Fifty miles away from the warships of Bai Xiaobo and his party, at the bifurcation of two rivers, in the largest village of the Wuman people, a burly, tanned Wuman man held a beautiful little rooster in his arms.
The wings were pinched, and then the little rooster's feet were also tied up.
No matter how the little rooster struggled and whined, the Wuman man brought the sharp knife closer to the little rooster, and then bled it cleanly.
Only when all the blood of the little rooster was gone and it became motionless did the black barbarian pluck out its feathers very carefully and cut the body into pieces.
The other parts of the little rooster were thrown into an iron pot and cooked by this Uman, except for the two chicken leg bones, which he carefully and completely removed and cleaned...
Few Han people understand or know that chicken leg bones have a special status among Wuman and Baiman people.
The status of this object in the barbarian culture in the Sichuan and Sichuan areas is similar to that of tortoise shell among the Han people. It is an essential material for divination, and it is endowed with a magical color.
There are barbarian witches in the villages and tribes of Wuman and Baiman, and they have a transcendent status. They are considered to have the ability to communicate with the barbarian gods, and can also use strange things and medicinal materials to treat barbarian diseases.
In fact, many times sick barbarians ate weird so-called medicinal materials prescribed by barbarian witches and then carried them. What actually played a role in this process was the body's self-immunity and healing ability, but if they managed to carry it, they were considered
The medicine of the barbarian witch worked, and if he couldn't take it anymore and died of illness, he was said to be disloyal to the barbarian god and was punished by the barbarian god.
This Wuman warrior, who was as tall as an iron tower and was the leader of the Wuman tribe, was named Wuji. At this time, he was giving freshly baked chicken leg bones to others with both hands.
At this time, the agarwood was lit, and amid the smoke, a barbarian witch with bright feathers on his head and dye on his face appeared, like a monster.
He muttered something in his mouth and took the leg bones respectfully offered by Wu Ji, the leader of the Wuman tribe. He tied the two chicken leg bones together with hemp thread soaked in human blood, then inserted bamboo trusses into the tied places, and handed them over again.
Give the patriarch a black chicken and ask the patriarch to pray and recite it after him.
The burly patriarch looked solemn and immediately began to mutter something.
If Nie Xiaoyu were here, he would easily translate this barbaric language into Chinese. The specific content is:
"The left bone is Man Nong, Nong, so am I."
"The right bone belongs to barbarians and humans. It's something that belongs to people."
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This is the chicken divination ceremony of the barbarians in Sichuan and Sichuan. As for the things to ask, there are many things. You can even ask about anything, as big as a war related to the demise of a tribe or tribe, asking the barbarians to bless you and point out a way to survive, or as small as losing a bird.
How to find cattle and sheep, ask the mother-in-law to have a son or not a daughter, etc.
It's as if their barbarian gods want to take care of everything, can take care of everything, and can manage everything.
"Most of the warriors in the clan have already gone to attack the Far Eastern Army. I don't know how many of them will be unable to come back in the end."
"I heard from the Han caravans who came to the tribe before that the Far East Army was much more powerful than the Sui Army before, and it was also much more powerful than the current Liang Army. Although the intelligence sent by Liang State said there were only a thousand people, and ours
A total of two thousand warriors were sent, and they were in the river where we are good at. But if we want to kill all the Far Eastern Army, at least four to five hundred of our two thousand people will die.
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"Alas, four to five hundred people have died. We, the Wubarians, will never have a chance to stand up again. If we had known that the Liang people were so despicable and shameless, forcing us to fight against the Far Eastern Army, we would have been better off fighting them in the first place, and then imitating the White Barbarians.
Flee into the ancestral land deep in the mountains."
After the clan leader and the barbarian shaman offered sacrifices and prayed, they began to discuss and judge rationally. Their inference sounded correct, and they paid great attention to this Far Eastern Army, even more than they had with the Sui Army and Liang Army before.
But for some reason, the leader Wuji and the barbarian witch Wugui always felt uneasy, so they came up with this divination.
After the two talked about their prayers for a while, the barbarian witch and black ghost began to carefully observe all the small holes on the sides of the two chicken leg bones, inserted a thin bamboo truss that was more than an inch long, and then determined the good or bad luck according to the inclination, straightness and deviation.
It is said that there are thirty-six variations of this method. Generally speaking, if it is straight and upright or attached to the bone, it is auspicious, while if it is curved and slanted or far away from the bone, it is unlucky.
The barbarian witch Wu Gui fiddled with it for a long time, pointing at every orifice, and answered the clan leader Wu Gui's doubts.
"Two thousand men are brave and good at fighting, and they will definitely kill all the Far Eastern Army."
"There will definitely be casualties. After all, they are the army of the legendary Poison King Qin'an, but they will not exceed four hundred people."
"After this battle, we can tell the Liang people that we killed and injured a thousand people and ask for compensation from the Liang people. Although the Liang people won't give it, they probably won't force us to fight for them again in the future."
"The Far Eastern Army's ordnance and weapons are sophisticated. This time the soldiers will not come back empty-handed. With these weapons and equipment, our warriors will be even more powerful than before."
All questions were good omens. When the patriarch Wuji heard this, he was immediately relieved.
But the peace of mind of the Wuji Patriarch and the Barbarian Witch Wugui only lasted until the early morning of the next day, when they were shattered by fifty warships of the Far Eastern Army traveling up the river!
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"General, the Wubarians are here!"
Bai Xiaobo walked out of the cabin of the building boat and saw from a distance a large village surrounded by two intersecting rivers and built on the mountain. It seemed to be quite large.
After a relaxing battle and half a day's sailing, they arrived here.
Although this is where the stronghold of the Wuman tribe is located, in Bai Xiaobo's eyes, this place is no better than the wilderness.
Looking around, there were dense forests and mountains everywhere. On the far bank of the river, he even saw large crocodiles that looked like driftwood floating on the water. After taking a look at the fleet of boats that were blocking the sky, he dived back into the water with interest.
, fled away.
After all, this is a branch of the Yangtze River. Although it is not much narrower than the Yellow River, another mother river in the north, warships must be extremely careful when sailing in this river and have to work hard to avoid dangerous reefs.
There was no way. Although the fifty ships brought by Bai Xiaobo were the smallest in the seal camp, they were actually only relatively speaking. At least in the eyes of the Wuman people, they were already huge.
When the fleet got closer, Bai Xiaobo realized that although this place looked barbaric from a distance, it was still very different from the barbaric land upon closer inspection.
After all, the Wuman people have been living here for many years. Among other things, they have begun to grow rice.
Although it is still slash farming, usually there are two fires, one in spring and another in autumn. When the trees turn into white ground, water is poured in and mixed with plant ashes.
That's good fertilizer.
You can sow seeds at will and get a harvest without intensive cultivation. Although the yield per mu is not as high as in the Central Plains, it can't stand the hot weather and has two crops a year! Even so, it is far more than the fields north of the Yellow River that farmers carefully tend to produce.
Much more.
Therefore, the closer Bai Xiaobo gets to the Wubarian Dazhai, the more he can see the rice fields on the flat land near the river in the distance, as well as some round mud house yards outside the Dazhai.
At this time, the Wuman people wearing kapok skirts and harvesting rice in the fields saw a fleet of ships as huge as a hill approaching. They all stood in the fields dumbfounded until they saw clearly the soldiers of the Far Eastern Army on the warships, and then turned aside.
He ran away quickly and started calling loudly...
"Although we killed more than a thousand people yesterday and there are still more than a thousand prisoners on the ship, there are not many young men among the Wubarians, and we don't see them using warships to fight the enemy?" Beside Bai Xiaobo, a man
A counselor said with a puzzled look.
The other two councilors were also a little surprised. After all, they heard that the Wubarians had nearly ten thousand warriors and were famous for their large number of ships. Their water power was very famous in this land of Sichuan and Sichuan, but their fifty warships arrived here in a mighty manner.
Why don't we see the Wubarians coming to fight?
Bai Xiaobo knew the reason for this, and he did not show mercy to several classmates and peers. He criticized sternly: "I will remember to tell you that every time the intelligence delivered by the Military Intelligence Agency is useful to you, don't just look at it.
Yes, you must read all the contents in detail and remember them in your mind. If you do this, you will know that in the war between the Liang Kingdom and the Wuman people more than half a year ago, the Wuman people had two ways to avoid the war.
, one is to bully Liang Jun because he is not good at fighting in the mountains and forests, and he fled into the deep mountains and old forests; the other is to bully Liang Jun because he is not accustomed to water and rows to the river island, but unfortunately no matter which way, they need enough food to wait for the rice harvest.
Beat the millet and then take it with you to hide. Otherwise, you can't feed the entire population just by fishing, picking fruits and hunting. The Liang State seized on this point and sent troops to attack when the rice was ripe, forcing the Wuman people to fight for it.
We could only fight to the death for food, which resulted in most of the Wuman tribesmen being killed or injured, and they were forced to surrender to the Liang Kingdom. This is why they sent two thousand people to attack us."
The three councilors felt ashamed for a while, and quickly bowed and said: "Thank you for your humble position, General, for your teachings. I will definitely correct myself in the future."
Bai Xiaobo did not finish what he said, but the meaning behind it was very clear. After yesterday's battle, there were not many young and strong warriors among the Wuman people. In addition, the Wuman people never expected that two thousand people would fight against one.
Half of the thousand people would be easily killed and half captured. Not even a single person would escape, so they would not even know if their side was defeated.
Bai Xiaobo stopped talking nonsense to several councilors, pointed directly at the distant village, and ordered: "After arriving at the village, it will be divided into two rivers, so the order is passed down, and the army will be divided into two and go separately.
One, whenever they encounter a village or stronghold of the Wuman people, they will send soldiers to land to capture it and capture the old, weak, women and children. Regardless of whether they are old, weak prisoners, or young and strong, anyone who resists will be killed directly, and finally the Wuman stronghold will be attacked from both sides.
, attack directly and annihilate the remaining warriors in one fell swoop! All in one battle!"
This is Bai Xiaobo's plan. In this way, the Wuman tribe will be wiped out in one battle, because they are not on a ship. Half of them can be killed and half captured.
This is on land, and their troops are limited after all. If they don't do this, the Wuman people will easily escape into the deep mountains and dense forests.