Three Kingdoms

  Chapter 580 That Dry Teardrop (monthly ticket 626)

  In Pingyang, the autumn wind is not too cold, but in the north of Hetao, it is already a bit cold.

  Here is a small tribe, with a dozen tents tied together, and a fence nailed with wood on one side, enclosing the cattle and sheep in the tribe.

  The sky gradually brightened, the voices in the tent gradually became noisy, and a new day began again.

The herdsmen in the Northland are actually similar to the farmers in the Central Plains in many ways. For example, they work at sunrise and live at sunset. Day after day, year after year, they have to rely on God to give them food , It is as unlucky to encounter natural and man-made disasters.

  It’s just that the farmers in the Central Plains may only work on one hilltop all their lives, while the herdsmen in the Northland are constantly migrating along with the aquatic plants.

In fact, herdsmen also farm land, but they don’t do intensive farming. They dig the ground a little on the edge of the tent where they settled down, and then sprinkle some seeds, mostly highland crops such as highland barley. Then the old people in the tribe, women and children Such people take care of it a little in normal times, and they are waiting to reap the rewards.

Young and strong male villagers usually herd herds, and sometimes they organize together to hunt. At this time, they will be more similar to primitive society. The prey obtained from hunting will generally be shared equally among the whole clan. share…

Nomadic people have a lot of activities, and they have more opportunities to ride horses and use bows and arrows than farmers in the Central Plains. Therefore, when the two sides confront each other, it is inevitable to have a certain advantage in the physical fitness and skills of individual soldiers. up.

   Today, the habit of this small tribe is still maintained.

  The middle-aged herdsmen rode horses and yelled repeatedly, with the blessings of the elderly, the expectations of their wives, the envy of their children, and their bows and arrows, they set off...

  The half-grown guy untied the fence, drove the cattle and sheep to eat fresh aquatic plants not far away, and continued yesterday's wrestling competition by the way, no matter whether he wins or loses, he wants to challenge again...

The children are mostly in groups, playing war games that will never get tired of them. Sometimes they fall down, bump into bumps, and unless they are bleeding, they mostly get up without saying a word. keep playing...

  The women packed up the tents, cleaned their clothes, and then pondered whether to find some fabric or leather to mend the air leaking cracks found on the tents last night...

  The elderly herdsmen will go to the side of the highland barley field physically, tidy it up, and then check the fences for cattle and sheep, and beat some loose parts that have been damaged by cattle and sheep...

  Complicated, miscellaneous, but warm.

  But this peaceful atmosphere was quickly broken.

  Three or five cavalry appeared from the horizon, and soon arrived in front of the tribe. The leader had a long eagle tail tied on the head of the rope, fluttering in the wind.

Most Xianbei hairstyles are also long hair, but they are not coiled up and crowned like the Han people, but braided one by one. Well, it is a bit like the hairstyle of African brothers in later generations, and then some trophies will be attached to the head As a decoration, for example, the person at the head obviously once shot down a big eagle...

  Of course, there were also "killing Matt" people in the Xianbei tribe, such as the bald Xianbei tribe. Well, this is a bit like the pig tail and money braid of later generations...

  The Xianbei cavalry headed by the horse unfurled a flag on the side of the horse and raised it high in the wind. A golden eagle with wings was embroidered in the middle of the flag, and it seemed that it was about to take off on the flag...

  The Xianbei cavalry reined in their horses and shouted loudly: "Who is the patriarch?"

  Bart's father in the tribe hurried forward and saluted the Xianbei cavalry with his arms crossed.

  The Xianbei cavalry said a few words, and then Papa Bart nodded again and again, and asked someone to bring a few skin bags, water bags and a few pieces of dried meat, and gave them to several Xianbei cavalry.

  The Xianbei cavalry was not polite either. They took it with a smile, whistled again, rolled up the banner to reduce wind resistance, then turned the horse's head, led the people, and set off again, obviously heading to the next stop.

  Papa Bart stood in front of the tribe, the expression on his face was indescribable.

Bart's wife saw the Xianbei cavalry leaving, and Bart's father stood there blankly and did not come back, so she took a few steps forward, leaned over, and asked with some concern: "Daddy... what happened? What should I do?" not…"

  Papa Bart sighed, and said: "My lord summons... a war is about to begin... Within three days, fifty men will gather at Wolf Mountain..."

   "..." Bart's wife was stunned for a moment, because she knew that, as a brave man in the tribe, Bart would definitely lead the team to participate.

  Langshan Mountain is a part of Yinshan Mountain.

  If the Mongolian Plateau is the big stage for the Xiongnu before and now for the Xianbei, then Yinshan Mountain is the most important center point of this stage.

  On this important natural and geographical dividing line, the previous Xiongnu and the Central Plains Han Dynasty fought for more than a hundred years.

  The former Qin Dynasty and the former Zhao Dynasty both built the Great Wall to the north, and also surrounded this area, and competed with the Huns, let alone the Han Dynasty.

Yinshan Mountains, the mountains stretching from east to west act as a barrier to block the cold current in the north, and the south is irrigated by the water of the big river, forming a fertile field for thousands of miles, suitable for farming and animal husbandry, with abundant water and grass; while in the north are gentle mountains and semi-arid grasslands. Even deserts and Gobi are very barren in comparison.

  During the Han-Hungarian War, the Han Dynasty sent troops across the Yin Mountains to attack the Huns in the north. They often marched through several routes such as Dingxiang, Yunzhong, Wuyuan, and Shuofang, crossing the Yin Mountains and entering the plateau. When the Xiongnu went south from Mobei, they also had their own way. The most frequent route was the Kundulun Valley at the southern foot of Yinshan Mountain, and they went south to plunder through this important passage from south to north.

Papa Bart's original tribe also stayed in the south of Yinshan Mountain. At that time, there were more than 800 people in the tribe, and they belonged to a small tribe. Naturally, they could join the lush grassland in the south of Yinshan Mountain. Unfortunately, as the vanguard, the tribe to which Papa Bart belongs is almost completely depleted of its strong population, which has caused the status of the entire tribe to plummet. Now it can only find meadows in the north of Yinshan Mountain, enduring the biting cold wind blowing from the north .

  Yes, war can bring all kinds of shining gold and silver, thick copper cauldrons, silky cloth, and all kinds of exquisite utensils...

  However, war brings more death, death belonging to both sides. This time, I don’t know how many people will never come back, maybe none of them, maybe...

  However, it is impossible not to participate, and small tribes have no right to speak. It is already a small tribe. If the population shrinks further and the strong men are lost, then this winter, perhaps this tribe will be forced to cease to exist and will have to be merged into other tribes.

  And all the property now belonging to the tribe, including cattle and sheep, even women and children, will belong to the new tribe.

  Papa Bart lowered his head silently, with his hands behind his back, no longer in the mood to go to the barley field, and went back to the tent silently...

  Bart's wife suddenly felt a bit of coolness on her cheeks. She reached out to touch it, and she didn't know when she shed tears, which dried up quickly in the cold autumn wind. Bart's wife rubbed her face vigorously with rough hands, then turned around and yelled loudly to her half-old child to catch a few sheep and come back.

  Longevity God!

  At least, before going out, let the men of your own family, let the men of the tribe, have a good meal...

   No matter when the war is, whether it is ancient or modern, destruction is the majority...

   Otherwise, the U.S. wouldn’t try its best to instigate this and provoke that, just wanting the surrounding small countries to jump up, fight a battle, and be dragged into the quagmire of war...

   PS: There is another update later...

   Again, PS: I haven’t saved any manuscripts yet and I’m going to add updates. I can’t prepare for this day...

  (end of this chapter)