The camp of the coalition of barbarian tribes was disorganized and disorganized. The troops and horses patrolling back and forth were all arranged at will by the generals leading the troops. There was no fixed number of people on duty that day, so that some people were still drinking and getting drunk with others while on duty.
Drunkness is not uncommon, and people on the grassland have two things that are always around them: horses and wine, both of which are indispensable.
Dunmao also knew that imitating the Yao people's barracks and enforcing a ban on alcohol among the prairie people was not allowed, so he only banned strong alcoholic beverages. Light alcoholic beverages were no different from water to these men who often drank from jars, but just smelling them drifted away.
The aroma of the mare's kumiss was so fragrant that the jars at the feet of the sergeants on duty must be filled with old wine and spirits.
These people were celebrating their victory. They had just captured the two county towns in Jinzhou. According to the rules of the grassland march, they had to live happily in the cities for three days before quitting. His Taijige troops contributed the most in these two battles, and most of the casualties were
The slave warriors under Dunmao, while the rest of the tribes were just doing something to show off and shout, but they also rushed into the city behind the Taiqige tribe, hoping to get a share of the pie.
The drunken warriors clapped their hands and sang songs about the girl's grassland. More and more people joined in. They suddenly looked at the place and did not find any Taiqige tribe warriors. Only then did they feel a little surprised.
Fortunately, after a long time, a centurion cursed and waved his riding crop to disperse these people.
"My lord." Bandang, who has been with Dunmao since he was a child, couldn't stop frowning as he followed Dunmao's gaze, "People in these tribes don't know how to restrain their own warriors. The nobles choose among the women they snatched.
Youzise went back to their respective tents, most of the people were drinking, and no one took care of the wounded, just leaving them in a few shabby tents to stink..."
In fact, Ban Dang had tried his best to pick out some less bad news to tell Dun Mao. The truth was that the lords and generals of various ministries were almost unable to restrain their subordinates who were dazzled by the wealth of the Yao people, just for a piece of gold or a slightly beautiful woman.
They would draw their swords at each other, and fights involving dozens of people were also seen from time to time.
What is even more troublesome is the conflict between tribes. The allied forces of the grassland tribes went south to enrich the Yao people with food and property. It is reasonable for the tribes to share the spoils unevenly. However, there were tribal leaders who had long-standing grievances during the discussions.
None of them were willing to take a step back. If they didn't use force to convince them, these people would draw their swords at each other in the big tent.
"The equipment for siege, the methods, the food and pasture for the winter are not difficult to solve." Dun Mao's cheek twitched slightly, "They can't even sit down and talk properly, so how can they solve so many things?"
The warriors of the Taiqi Ge tribe are still obeying his control, and there is no behavior that exceeds their limits. In addition, Dunmao is indeed an excellent master. After the city was broken, a very small part of what was seized after the city was captured was kept in his tent.
Most of the rest were distributed to the slave warriors who were attacking the city. After dozens of battles, there were three hundred people who escaped from the status of slaves by virtue of their military exploits. The nobles who lost these people for nothing were also used as Yao people.
Silks and delicate things bring comfort and satisfaction.
Everyone seems happy with it.
Only Dunmao would hold the silver wine cup in his hand into a thin piece of silver cake every day after sending away the lord and generals who were discussing matters in the big tent with a smile.
These people are as short-sighted as mice! Every time they discuss something, they
They have to resist the urge to draw their swords hundreds of times. Why don't these people chattering in the tent for a small profit understand that this is just the harvest of two Yaoren counties, and a vaster land is waiting for their bows and horses.
To conquer these...stupid people.
There is no shortage of heroic figures on the grassland, but they are only heroes of one moment and one place. Although their stories have been passed down from generation to generation among herdsmen, what the grassland people really lack is a star that fell from the sky to the earth, a person who can lead
Their leader who opened up new territories.
When the lords of various tribes first saw the prosperity of the Yao people's counties, they began to lose their ambition to open up the grassland territory. They were once the same people as Dunmao Chao and Lade, but gradually followed his path in a state of drunkenness and wealth.
to the opposite direction.
He stroked the soft fur on the silver fox fur vest with his hands. He felt that this winter was much colder than previous years. Dunmao also understood what this meant to an old man from the prairie at his age. The journey of practicing martial arts could only delay
process, but it cannot influence the outcome.
Dunmao is no longer young. The people who serve him can comb out small handfuls of white hair from his noble head every day. His face with ridges and grooves can no longer withstand the strong wind on the grassland and needs to be smeared with hair.
He used pure mutton oil to keep out the cold, and the scars left on his body from the many battles in his youth ached faintly.
Are you already old? He suddenly lowered his head and looked at the heavy armor that had been with him for most of his life. It had been stained with the blood of many grassland people and Yao people. Before he became the leader of the Taiqi Ge Tribe, he was at the forefront.
He is a human being, even after he becomes the Lord, so he has more large and small scars on his body than many warriors. The cavalry of the Taiqiuge tribe followed his horse like a tide, drowning those who dared to block their edge. The Taiqiuge tribe
It also became the largest tribe on the grassland.
Slave warriors were the first idea put forward by Dun Mao. He personally carried out the selection of personnel, training, preparations for war and support. Although these slaves were the property of the nobles of the Taiqi tribe, no nobles were willing to pay for a few slaves.
The lord was dissatisfied, so Dunmao's men gathered an army of 40,000 men in a very short period of time.
In terms of numbers alone, 40,000 people are comparable to the original warriors of the entire Taiqiuge tribe. But if these slaves who were hanging around with horses, cattle and sheep yesterday were really brought into battle, any big noble would be able to pull out two of them from his tent.
Thousands of cavalry were able to defeat these 40,000 troops. At that time, neither the Taiqi Ge tribe nor the people of other tribes believed that lowly slaves could achieve anything. It was not until the slave warriors under Dunmao's command destroyed two large tribes.
Completely changing their impression, it turns out that slaves can also become such warriors.
All the northern border gates of Jinzhou were destroyed, and many of them were the work of these slave warriors of the Taijige tribe. The gains were not even enough to cover the cost of siege. Only more than 20,000 slaves remained in the slave army that had grown to 50,000. However,
Dun Mao did not begrudge these people's losses, because this was just the accumulation of his climb to the most majestic city wall in Jinzhou.
All the conditions are in place, and it will take quite a while to transport the heavy equipment from Prairie Mountain to here. All we can do now is wait.
Tuluo Batu, I suddenly had a headache when I thought about this first warrior of the Taiqi tribe who had as much trouble as credit. This unruly stallion might be more at ease on the northern grasslands. He was very concerned about Tuluo Batu's
He has absolute confidence in his strength, and the only thing that makes him slightly
What makes him uneasy is whether the stallion Tuloba Tu's fascination with wine and women will make him forget his responsibilities.
Suddenly he breathed a long sigh of relief and swept away all these years in his mind. Tuluo Batu was a loyal hound, and every time he pounced after his horse, he could accurately and fatally bite his enemy's throat.
This battle, which was related to the life and death of the Taiqiang tribe, was the result of Tuluo Batu's assassination of the enemy tribe's general, the Lord. In other words, the Taiqiang tribe was able to achieve its current achievements in his hands.
Robatu Laerhua has made great contributions.
"My Lord." His trusted general walked out of the big tent where the Lords of the tribes were discussing matters. He only managed to calm down his anger when he came to Dunmao's side. "The Lord of the Chiyoujin Tribe said many disrespectful things to you when he spoke about you.
, as long as the master gives an order, Troupa will go back and chop off his head!"
Dunmao was nominally the leader of the coalition of grassland tribes, but the only troops he could mobilize were a few small tribes led by the Taijige tribe, the team of slave warriors, and the cavalry of the close nobles, even Taijige.
The cavalry under the command of all the nobles in the Gebe tribe cannot be commanded. After all, few nobles are willing to send out the cavalry that they have piled up with their own money and food, and then come back sparsely.
Whoever has the confidence to speak on the grassland ultimately depends on how many soldiers and horses are under the tent. Whoever has a big fist will listen to him. There are so many tricks. If your Taiqiuge Department is not at the peak of its power,
How many tribal leaders would take most of their family wealth south with you?
"The leader of the Chi Youjin tribe is already very old. We should be more patient with such old people who don't have many days to live."
Turuba is a general in the prime of life of the Taiqiang tribe. He has been following his lord Dunmao for fifteen years. He is the first slave warrior of the Taiqiang tribe to join the ranks of the nobility due to his military exploits. He is also the leader of the lord Dunmao in his tent.
Although slaves now have too many cattle, sheep and rewards to count in their tents, Troupa still does not want to imitate those nobles and use horses to exchange valuable tea and silk from Yao merchants without telling his master.
Silk, the cowhide armor on his body was given as a reward when he was a slave warrior, and he has been wearing it to this day. The black stains on it are the blood of who knows how many people.
It was only two years ago that the Chiyoujin Tribe was devoured by the Taiqiuge Tribe on a fat grassland in the south. A battle was inevitable between the two sides. Since the grassland belonged to the Taiqiuge Tribe, the former would naturally be defeated. The Chiyoujin Tribe this time
The general leading the army was the same man who was captured alive by Tuluo Batu in the battle. His original intention was to chop off his head and send it to the leader of the Chi Youjin tribe. However, he suddenly drank Tuluo Batu and let Chi You go.
The general of the Jin tribe returned to his tribe. Unexpectedly, instead of remembering the grace of not killing the Taiqige tribe, he actually encouraged his master's arrogance.
"My lord, your lord." Bandang, who was standing nearby, learned the shocking and incomprehensible news from a messenger. "The leader of the guard of the prince of the Hucha family brought back a man from Yao. The man from Yao said that he would give a copy to the lord.
A gift...a big, big, big gift."
Dunmao turned around and glanced at the companion.