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Chapter Seventeen is a foolish account

"Oh!"

In the cold wind, Jiannu Jiala, who had chested his chest, waved his arms. Then, hundreds of riders rushed out from behind the mountain pack to instigate the horses. The flood generally poured down from the mountain pack and went straight to the Mongol camp under the mountain pack. .

The movement of the horses stepping on the ground finally alarmed the shepherds. In the barking of the dogs, they rushed out of the yurts, and noisily untied the horses. Before the saddle could be installed, they rushed toward the Jiannu cavalry on a bareback.

Some older Mongols shouted the names of their tribes, hoping to let the other party hear that they are Mongolians who have surrendered and are not rebels.

Unfortunately, their voices are almost non-existent in the noise.

Anyone who understands Mongols should know that when the cavalry begins to charge, it means that the war has begun.

At this time, whether you surrender or fight, the result is the same.

The steel knife cut open the blood, the blood flowed out, and it was frozen into a piece of red crystal before it hit the ground. The broken arm and the fallen head quickly turned into sculptures.

A tribe with less than two hundred people is the opponent of the 500-strong slave cavalry. These Mongols only blocked the pace of the horses, and they were killed and wounded.

Those who flee died faster than those who fought against them. Some of the slave cavalry, wearing leather clothes and holding bows and arrows, paced slowly out of the cold fog like demons. Those Mongolians who tried to flee had no time to scream, they were stunned. The arrow pierced his chest.

A Han Chinese knight with a bare forehead and a bunch of hair in the back of his head walked past Jiala, who was wearing his upper body, and said humblely: "Master Zhuo, why did you kill these small tribes? There is no wealth here. There are no beautiful women, and no wine you like!"

Jiala turned his head and smiled at the Han Chinese: "My brothers haven't killed people for a long time. They can't forget this craft."

The Han people laughed and said, "I don't think their craftsmanship is lax."

Zhuo sneered: "What do you know, Aktun, Hukabu, can you two mules see the little boy and can't do it?"

Two Jiannu cavalry who hesitated facing a Mongolian woman holding a baby heard Jiala yelling, and apart from anything else, two short spears pierced the woman's chest and pierced her with the baby.

The child's screaming sound stopped abruptly, and his small body fell to the ground with his mother.

When Zhuo passed by the two subordinates, he slapped them twice on the shoulders and said: "It's good, it should be like this. The Mongolians who don't kill are terrified, they don't know how powerful we are. We will fight hard in the future. You will become your majesty's Baturu."

The corpse that fell on the ground was dragged away by the janitor cavalry around his neck, and Zhuo walked into the largest tent.

A woman curled up in the innermost yurt and wept sadly.

Zhuo frowned and said, "Burning milk tea!"

The Mongolian woman was like a frightened bird. She added some cow dung to the brazier, and added buttered tea to the iron pot. She squatted on the side of the brazier and waited for the tea to be boiled.

Zhuo squeezed the Mongolian woman's chin and glanced at Bao Chengxian, who followed in, and said: "Our military order is here, so you can't get close to women. This woman is good, it's yours."

Bao Chengxian nodded quickly. If he doesn't want this Mongolian woman, Zhuo's next move is to chop off the woman's head.

"I can give you a woman, and I can give you money, and you must give me the food your Majesty wants!"

Bao Chengxian smiled bitterly: "My lord, food needs to grow out of the ground. It takes time. There will be absolutely no food to offer to your majesty in one or two years."

Zhuo was silent for a moment and said, "Is there any other way to get food quickly?"

Bao Chengxian shook his head and said: "Our place is getting colder and colder. Even sorghum is not willing to grow well. The masters of Shengjing have long thought about the way to get food.

In the end, it fell to the roots. We need to farm the land. "

Zhuo raised his head and looked at the snowflakes falling in from the gap between the spires of the yurt, and said with some emotion: "We didn't need to farm before, we can eat as long as we hunt."

Seeing that the Mongolian woman's hands were shaking so badly, Bao Cheng took the teapot and poured Zhuo a bowl of butter tea. He also poured a bowl of butter tea himself. He smiled and said to the Mongolian woman: "Don't be afraid, bring us some tsampa. "

When the Mongolian woman left tremblingly, he said to Zhuo, "How many people are there in your clan?"

Zhuo snorted: "Seven hundred people!"

Bao Chengxian nodded and said: "It's already a big tribe."

Zhuo said: "I know your Majesty's difficulties, now there are 150,000 people in Shengjing alone."

Bao Chengxian smiled and said, "My lord, have you ever wondered why your tribe can only be 700 people?"

Zhuo took a sip of butter tea and said lightly: "That old forest can't feed more people."

"This is the truth. My teacher, Ning Wan, I have calculated that the population of the tribe in the old forest cannot exceed one thousand. Once over one thousand, the prey in the forest will move or even become extinct.

Therefore, if a tribe has eaten up all the beasts in the forest, it can only go hunting deeper in the forest. After a long time, the tribe needs to migrate.

In this way, the tribe cannot be stabilized. Once it is not stable, it will affect the birth of the child, and eventually the power of the tribe will gradually weaken.

An experience that my mentor summed up is that hunting is not as good as grazing, and grazing is not as good as farming. This is why Daqing is not as rich as the Mongols, and even less prosperous as Ming. "

Zhuo patted Bao Chengxian on the shoulder and said: "Yes, this is the truth. We must enter the Ming country, get more food and wealth for us, and raise more children, so that we can raise Ming people in captivity just like our ancestors. We are farming."

Bao Chengxian smiled and drank a sip of hot butter tea and said to Zhuo: "If an adult wants to get food immediately, he can take his brothers to Zhangjiakou. There are countless big merchants there, and you should be able to get enough food."

Zhuo shook his head and said: "When I came, Your Majesty told me that I was not allowed to rob Zhangjiakou or go to Minguo Xuan University. We were only allowed to use Guihua City as the origin to grow food."

Bao Chengxian wondered why he couldn't rob Zhangjiakou.

It is easy to understand that there are a large number of Ming troops stationed in the two places of Xuanfu and Datong, which is not enough for this point.

And Zhangjiakou has not been taken seriously by the Ming army in recent years. The defensive force there is very weak, the population is large, and there are many merchants. Why can't it be robbed?

Although strange, Bao Cheng saw that Zhuo seemed unwilling to mention Zhangjiakou, so he never mentioned it.

"Barrick, Yaoergan, Ukel, Crewe, and Doyan want to start with that tribe first?"

The Mongolian woman brought the tsampa, Bao Chengxian and Zhuo both rubbed the tsampa with their hands while chatting.

Zhuo raised his head and looked at the Mongolian woman who had shrunk back into the corner and said, "Hey, woman, which tribe is the richest among these five?"

The woman quickly raised her head and said in a low voice: "It used to be the richest in the Krube, but after being looted by the Doyan, he became the richest in the Krube.

Zhuo smiled and threw a meaty bone to the Mongolian woman. Seeing the woman holding it carefully, he said to Bao Chengxian with satisfaction: "Then kill the Doyan department first, and the rest should be obediently obedient. "

Bao Chengxian smiled and said: "When I came here, I asked that the Doyan tribe is the enemy of the other four tribes, and it is also the most fierce tribe.

Shepherds who graze sheep all know to raise a dog to guard the flock~www.wuxiahere.com~ Why can’t we raise a vicious dog to graze cattle and sheep?

Zhuo frowned and said, "The Golden Buddha disappeared in the Duoyan Department."

Bao Chengxian shook his head and said, "The Mongols dare not rob the Great Lama Morgen, let alone looting the golden statue of Mahakala Buddha. Only the Han Chinese in Zhangjiakou can do this.

My mentor also visited Guru Morgen. According to him, it was indeed a young man named Wang Ming who robbed him.

Therefore, the matter of the golden Buddha being robbed should have nothing to do with Duoyan Department. "

Zhuo Mian hummed: "It was not looted by Zhangjiakou people. People with the surname Wang of Zhangjiakou would never do such a thing."

Bao Chengxian glanced at Zhuo in surprise again, lowered his head and said softly: "My teacher said that using the Doyan Tribe to rule the remaining four tribes is the best choice."

Zhuo dropped the wooden bowl in his hand, pushed Bao Chengxian out of the yurt, lowered the curtain and said, "I will borrow your woman first!"