I Can See the Combat Prowess

Chapter 1544 Chapter 122: Li Mi Ma Zhizhen

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Two: Ma Ma Zhizhen

The mountains of Chengzhou are continuous, and the most prestigious is the sacred mountain Gorgon. The high mountain range in the southwest isolates the water vapor from the sea. The tunnels are hard and soft without springs. The sky is rare and the rain is rare. The vast pastures are even higher. The dwarf wood of the hip bone cannot grow.

The tribes who live on nomads must strictly control the population and the number of pastures, otherwise a heavy snow will cause them to starve and be injured.

But even if you are careful and careful, small tribes still disappear in the depths of the grasslands every few winters, some because of natural disasters, and some are man-made disasters.

In the winter, the two tribes that nomadic to the same pasture will have the most tragic battle. The winner will kill, slaughter the cattle, mutton and beasts singing and dancing, and the loser will lose everything and seek survival in the winter.

When resources are extremely scarce, there is no difference between man and beast.

In fact, it was not like this in the earliest Chengzhou. As practitioners who visualized the power of totem and blessed the ancestors, Chengzhou herdsmen were Xihe's oldest powerful empire.

They never farm, but release Ma Longzhou every early autumn to looting everything.

There were more than a dozen golden tribes on the Chengzhou grassland in its heyday, but this splendor quickly disappeared.

As far as cultivation is concerned, it is easier to give birth to strong people by delaying gratification like farming civilization.

Except for a few people of blood, the vast majority of the soldiers of the Chengzhou tribe have no patience to complete the accumulation of being transformed into a fierce state.

As a result, the tribal power on the grasslands of Chengzhou is mostly composed of mortal-level heroes and mortal-level warriors.

For the nomadic civilization, this kind of combat power structure not only maintains a low loss, but also ensures enough aggressiveness, which is perfect.

Just like all successful people, I can't wait to let time stop there forever.

But where the families that were plundered from time to time would be willing, or migrate or unite, the golden tribe soon fell.

With the emergence of fierce warriors in the aristocratic family, every looting is a fight with fate, and things often happen when a hundred horses go to ten horses, which will soon weaken the originally rich tribe.

The difficulty of the aristocratic family system is that once a military advantage is established, stable farming and harvesting can hardly be reversed.

The territory occupied by more than a dozen golden tribes was eroded by various families in Chengzhou, and finally all the tribes were driven to the barren Tianshan pastures.

If the tribes at that time could put aside their grievances and unite, it might not have been able to recapture a few rich and productive cities from the family. It is a pity that these tribes failed to form a battle when they were expelled from their own battles and accumulated hatred.

The Canglang tribe is the descendant of the Golden tribe and the most powerful tribe under the Tianshan Mountains.

But such a powerful tribe is still powerless in the face of the family. Every winter, the family will have a caravan entering the winter camp to "buy".

Take away a large number of cattle, sheep, jade, and salt accumulated by the tribe, and then drop a few bags of grain in exchange.

If a tribe dared to resist, then the strong in the family would kill all the fighters in that one.

"The food is not enough, it's because there are more big-bellies."

The warrior standing in the pile of corpses wiped the blood stains from his hands with a kerchief, and calmly said to countless pairs of hateful eyes: "These people are dead, isn't food enough?"

In the face of the warriors who are like gods in the family, the tribe has no courage to resist.

What was once imposed by the Golden Tribe on the Chengzhou family is now multiplied back to future generations.

Just the hatred writhing in the heart, and the ice that has not melted for billions of years on the Tianshan Mountains, made the originally barren and backward tribes more closed and exclusive.

Whenever there are outsiders, there will be endless hatred in the eyes of the tribal youths. This is also the root of Longzhou's saying that the grassland is a bad land.

For Battelle, all outside the grasslands are enemies.

Until that day, the goddess appeared in Dongyingpan, and knocked down the great warriors in the hearts of the tribes.

The three young men believed that Yun Xiu must be the messenger sent by Changshengtian to save the suffering Canglang tribe.

Especially when the angels were able to communicate with them in the tribal native language, the young men in the Cang Wolf Club believed their speculations even more.

The angel said that the golden tribe owed the Chengzhou family a long time ago;

The angel said that there are good people and bad people out there. If you want to completely change the situation of the tribe, you can only rely on young people like them;

The angel said that she would let the pastures under the Tianshan Mountains grow rice. From now on, the tribe will not have to worry about no food for the winter!

The old people in the tribe said that this woman was a demon who came to confuse young people, but Battelle and the young people didn't think so.

Although young people who have grown up on the grassland since childhood understand that no crops can grow in the grassland, but at that moment, they are willing to give up their reason and believe desperately.

Dozens of young people stupidly followed Yunxiu to the foot of the Tianshan Mountains, leading tools to dig ditches on a certain piece of dry land at the foot of the mountain.

No one asks where the water comes from. It's just repeated work every day, but you can feel calm and happy.

In the future, this kind of thing, as far as the Cang Wolf Club has long been accustomed to despair, has long dared not to go extravagantly.

As long as they can stay with the angels, they can be peaceful and happy. As for those beautiful promises, they can't believe it.

The dozens of young men in the Canglang Department just dug the reservoir numbly, as if expecting a hole in the sky, and then fell into the water.

"Hah, it's not impossible, right"

Battelle unconvincedly persuaded his already bored partner.

In the eyes of everyone looking at him like a fool, a clear spring was left from the Tianshan Mountains and poured into the reservoir they had dug.

"Guru, Guru"

The young man stared blankly at the pool being filled up little by little, muttering "miracles" in his mouth.

In the hardest winter on the grassland, the first crops grew under the world. Feeling the warmth in the clouds, many young people were crying.

Dig canals to store water, establish several warm formations on the Tianshan Mountains, and establish several curtain towns at the foot of the mountains. As long as the formations are activated, snow and ice will turn into gurgling water on the Tianshan Mountains, and the fields will be irrigated. Several crops suitable for dry land growth.

The so-called miracles are just these few worthless things, but they are all hope for the grassland tribe.

The young man rushed home barefoot with the receipt, and the news soon spread across the grassland.

All tribes sent representatives to see the gods, and the first young people became leaders, big and small.

They led the tribe to dig on the foundation of the original Qutang. Seeing that the hard-to-irrigate fields are getting bigger and bigger, the tribe's worries are getting heavier.

Because as the news spread, spies from the family kept appearing on the grassland. They stared coldly at the hot construction site, and kept recording with the pen and paper in their hands.

From their eyes, they seemed to be able to see that these hard-working land would eventually turn into ashes.

Despair spread in my heart. The angel who came down from the mountain didn't know where to take out a flag and put it openly on the edge of the pool.

He comforted them: "As long as this flag is there, the family in Chengzhou will not dare to embarrass you."

Battelle looked at the unrecognized character on the flag and suddenly felt extremely sacred. He asked Yunxiu, "Angel, what totem is that character on the flag?"

(End of this chapter)