From Chief to Ball

Chen Jian frowned and listened. It was a journey of more than ten days, and he couldn't go that far.That settlement controlled the salt, and over time it became stronger and stronger, and the various tribes on the grassland would gradually unify.

Even knowing the dangers of reunification, there is nothing to do now, but to find a way to temporarily mess up the grassland.

The chaos has been going on for a long time, maybe there will be a maudun-like hero, but time is on my side. As long as there is chaos on the grassland for five or six years, my own cavalry will be trained. Professional soldiers don't dare to say that they are going thousands of miles north, but it is still possible to learn from Huo Jinghuan.

Staring at the bonfire and thinking for a while, I said to those people: "This tribe must be finished. Without horses, sheep and women, they can't survive the winter. After returning to the camp, I will give you some people and horses. They are scared to death now. Courage, I can't beat you. You chase after, don't push too hard, they will take you to find another settlement."

Wolfpi asked, "Will the remaining people flee to the big salt tribe in the north?"

"No, they could be merged in the past, but now they are beaten like this by us. Merging in will not end well. They have nothing to eat, so they have to rob other tribes. If they don't have the heart to kill people after the robbing, you just follow them." Help kill them in the back, but don't chase them too closely and let them collapse completely. This grassland is a bit calm now, and you need your help to fan the flames."

After finishing speaking, he broke a few straws from the ground and said: "You guys take one, whoever grows will go. If it succeeds, I will propose to the council to seal him to Yiyangguan after returning. Those who fled back Our slaves will also be arranged there for a period of three years. If you do well, you can also enter the council."

As soon as the words fell, several people shouted excitedly. Rights are a wonderful thing. When they don't exist, they can never imagine the joy in them.

With the communication with the Eyue tribe and the changes within the tribe, concepts such as private ownership and rights have begun to impact their ideas.

A few years ago, when a woman chose a spouse on the top of the mountain, she still looked at who was strong, but now she had to look at the tribe of the other party first. If she was the first to live in the four tribes in the city, she would be very popular. Positions such as officials are even more difficult to resist.

The excited people are all Chen Jian can trust. The soldiers in Yangguan City are under the direct control of Sima, but some daily affairs must be dealt with, which also paves the way for the disintegration of the clan in the future: people who are not members of a clan can still be the leaders of the city. Normal life under the jurisdiction of the clan, the clan leader is dispensable.

In the end, the white horse drew the longest grass, stood up and laughed, and several people were envious.

Chen Jian said with a smile: "Don't worry, there are still many meritorious things to do. Today, more than 500 horses were snatched back, and more than 80 slaves who could ride horses were brought back. I will distribute 150 white horses and keep [-] horses. Two horses per person."

"Today is the third day of August, and the weather is getting colder. When you catch up with the grass and turn yellow, you will light fires everywhere on the grassland. It is estimated that the tribe in the north will react in another month, and you can withdraw. Eat." Yes, the horses were snatched from the settlements on the grassland, and most of the food was left for you, I hope that when you come back, everyone can ride horses skillfully, and I hope you can bring back more horses.”

Finally, he solemnly warned the white horse: "Don't be in a hurry to get your mount now. You just want to force them to rob other tribes. You just follow behind and kill and set fire. Remember, nothing else is important. The best thing is for you to return to Xiacheng alive." Important. Without horses, as long as we still have you, we can still grab them. Without you, what use are horses?"

Early the next morning, the 150 selected men, led by scouts and a few escaped slaves, started the chase.

In the remnants of the grassland dozens of miles away, the cries were loud, and the remaining more than 300 people had only some horses and dried meat they carried.

Sheep, horses, women, children, mothers and homes, everything that was most important in their lives was gone.

The sun rises as usual, but the only connection between them and this glorious sun, the embodiment of the spirit of war, is hatred.

The leader looked at these tribesmen, and finally figured out the doubt that had been bothering him.

The tribe on the opposite side knew where their village was at all, and those footprints in winter belonged to them, and they were not left by people the size of ants.

The tribe with the swarthy sharp weapons was also driven away by these people on the opposite side!

Having figured out his doubts, looking at the angry and somewhat distrustful clansmen, the leader said these two things loudly, asking why the Wu Ling hadn't been enlightened by the Spirit of War?Could it be that he has been unable to communicate with the spirit of war?If I knew that the tribe on the opposite side knew where the village was, could I move out earlier?

After several questionings, the anger and distrust of the clansmen turned from the leader to Wu Ling. In the chaos, Wu Ling was hacked to death before he had time to defend himself.

The leader took out a small stone knife, cut his own cheek, and was crying in the direction of the village, letting blood and tears flow down together...

The clansmen also used this method to express their condolences to the family members in the village, but after the mourning, they knew that this hatred could only be hidden, because now the tribe could not be defeated at all.

Soon, someone reported that the tribe behind was chasing them on horseback. The atmosphere of mourning suddenly turned into tension and uneasiness. Impossible to collapse.

Stepping on the horse, the remaining people began to flee.The clansmen no longer knew what to do, the witch spirit was dead, and no one gave them the enlightenment of the spirit of war.

Victory is too far away, but the fact that there is less and less food is just around the corner.Those people behind may not be proficient in riding horses, so they won't be able to catch up with them for the time being.

After running for a day, despair and fear began to spread among the crowd. If someone told them how to go, even if there were flames, frost and snow in front of them, at least they would know how to endure it.But now there is only the endless night and the despair spreading in the night.

"Leader, we don't have enough to eat. If we continue like this, we will starve to death. How about... why don't we go to the north and seek refuge with that tribe?"

"Take refuge? We have nothing, take refuge in them, will they give us their sheep? We will be thrown into the salt water by them to dig salt, just like those slaves."

The leader gritted his teeth and said, "We still have horses and weapons. If we don't have food, we'll go grab them! Snatch those small settlements. They have sheep, but they can't beat us."

The clansman worried: "But their leader knows, and will come to hunt us down..."

"That's better than starving to death. It's already cold. What should we do after it snows like this? Let's go grab it. There are too many grabs. Let's migrate to the direction where the sun rises. With women and sheep, the tribe can still be strong." Yes. And the tribe that chased the deer, they have weapons in their hands, we have horses, and we have the same enemies, go to them, they are much weaker than the tribes in the north."

Two days later, the white horse and the people finally saw the first settlement, which had already been ransacked once, and all the strong and young women were taken away, leaving only some frightened old people and children, who were being burned to death according to their habit clansmen.

After Baima and others left, the settlement was gone, leaving only a piece of ashes and sheep that were slaughtered and couldn't eat.

Those who escaped to report saw the tribe they knew brandished butcher knives at them, but when they came back, they saw the entire settlement was reduced to ashes, with no one left alive.

Autumn has not yet fully arrived, the grassland is not withered and yellow, and the burning flames of the settlements are gradually extinguished, but the flames of hatred and anger are burning on this grassland, burning more and more vigorously.

Chapter 12 The Dark Trade

It will take at least one or two years for the war and hatred on the grassland to subside. Chen Jian is not unaware that the war may make some strategists stand out, but one or two years is enough for Xiacheng to establish a sufficient advantage. Under the circumstances, all tactics can only be fought for a short time.

When Baima and others killed people and set fire to them, Chen Jian was also doing similar things. He sent some people to send the captured horses back to the city. After burning a forest at the mountain pass, the remaining 200 people walked into the east. mountain forest.

The normal way to say it is: Chen Jian took his clansmen to catch slaves in the forest.

The shameless way of saying is: We are progressive, we are civilized, we want to bring the fire of civilization into the barbaric, let them enjoy the fruits of the civilized world, if they are not willing to progress, then use the sword to force them to progress, And they thank us for bringing them the dawn of civilization.

Now there is no need to use shamelessness to whitewash the facade, because for the time being, Xiacheng is strong, and being strong is the political correctness of this era.

Some of the slaves freed from the steppe tribes were captured from the forests to the east, and they knew where some of the tribes were.

These slaves accepted the concept of private ownership of slaves in the grassland, so Chen Jian promised to give them one slave for every twenty slaves caught as a reward.

The scouts and the leading party provided information. If the tribe was small, let the people under it lead the soldiers to make a surprise attack directly.

After raiding four small villages in a row and capturing nearly [-] young and strong slaves, the team's progress was obviously slow, and furthermore, it was already a place that these people were not familiar with. It was already [-] miles away from the valley. distance.

Today is the twelfth of August, and in a few days, I have to go back to prepare for the autumn planting.

The scouts reported that there was a very spacious plain across the valley in front of them. There was a quite large village there, with a population of about 400. They lived in semi-basement houses and started domesticating livestock and fishing. Discover the original planting.

Leaving 40 people to guard the captured slaves, Chen Jian took the rest to the village.

"Don't call this time, find someone who can speak the language here, bring a gift to meet their leader, I want to talk to him."

"What's the deal with them? They're not the Eyue tribe, they can't exchange anything, and they have nothing to exchange."

"Have."

The clansmen couldn't figure out what was worth exchanging in such a village, but they didn't dare to question Chen Jian's orders. At least so far, his words were correct, and it had become a habit.

The person who sent out brought some food, salt, and a linen shirt as gifts, and soon returned with two ram's horns, saying that the leader of the other party wanted to meet.

Chen Jian didn't dare to be careless, and led his clansmen to search around in the jungle first. After confirming that there was no ambush, he appeared on the meeting ground riding a horned deer.

On the opposite side, there were about 100 light and strong men, holding stone spears, bows and arrows in their hands, and bare-chested. An older female leader walked out of the crowd. Her face was painted with some kind of colored mineral soil. The leader walked into the clearing.

Chen Jian also walked over with two tribesmen and a rescued slave. After walking a few steps, the woman said with a smile: "The goshawk is old, so it needs the wings of the tribe. You are still young, so you have to use it no matter what." What about the clansmen making wings? I don't like you, you are very timid and not a warrior."