Chapter 1331 Let’s Do It! Ancestor! Kill This Tribe that Is Heading South!

"The first snow in October came so early?...This vast northern dense forest is really bitterly cold..."

The kingdom's longship stayed outside the ruins of Nurgandusi for five days, ushering in the first snow in the outer northeast. Zuwaro stayed in the Maha tribe's camp, and finally took the tiger whip and gritted his teeth to learn foreign languages ​​several times. He found with some sadness that his strength was not as good as the women of these fish skin tribes, so that he completely lost the initiative...

"O Lord God! In order to establish a close connection with the local fish skin tribe, I am willing to sacrifice myself for you!..."

"Haha! Zu! My sister likes you very much, and so does my niece! However, they are all strong hunters in the tribe and cannot leave with you! You can leave a few names. If someone really gives birth to your child, It will come in handy…”

Maha Aguda smiled and patted Zuvalo on the shoulder, obviously getting closer to him. Zuvalo, on the other hand, looked at him expressionlessly and resisted the urge to beat him up. Of course, the most important consideration is still unbeatable...

"Zu, have you made up your mind? Aren't you ready to go south?..."

"...It's too late this year, it's starting to snow. Our longship has to return to the northern seaport..."

Zuvalo was silent for a while and sighed softly. Although the Ming Dynasty in the south seemed to be right in front of him and within reach, he still chose to return after long consideration.

Among them, there is indeed a consideration that winter has arrived and the climate is about to be severely cold. But in this vast forest swamp, the savagery and ferocity of various tribes, as well as the unknown attitudes of the "tribes of the Ming Dynasty" were the reasons why he really chose to stop. After all, compared with the natural climate that can be predicted and risks can be controlled, what is more dangerous is always the unpredictable and endlessly fighting people!

Yes, this vast expanse of white mountains and black waters is the darkest, barbaric and violent place in the entire East Asia. The migration and impact of the tribes driven by the cold not only made Ming choose to leave, but also caused the tribes to lose the final order. Chaos and fighting are the main theme of the land before us, and will continue as the climate gets colder, and even become more cruel! …

"Haha! Zu, it's a pity that you don't go south to die! ... In the past two days, you have also heard from the local slaves that there are rumors in the south that there is a cruel southern tribe that has wiped out many people who have gone south. The tribe...I think it might be the 'Ming Dynasty' you mentioned!..."

"It's a pity, it's such a pity! It seems that my sister and niece can't inherit your tribe's property... You have to bring some more wine and let me drink two cans at night! I'll sleep well after drinking this!..."

"Well...I'll ask someone to bring you some wine! Thank you for your advice, Aguda!..."

Zuvalo nodded, somewhat lost in thought. During the few days he stayed in the camp, he patiently communicated with the local slaves imprisoned in wooden cages for a long time. Then, he finally heard a vague southern rumor among a bunch of confusing and contradictory answers.

"More than ten years ago, there was a powerful and cruel tribe in the south. They killed many small tribes who moved south... They killed them brutally for many years, and even forced some tribes who moved south to flee to the north again... And this large tribe had many Strong weapons and armor, there are many bright flags, the most eye-catching and scariest one is the red sun on a yellow background..."

"O Lord God! Sturdy weapons and armor, bright flags, and red sun flags with a yellow background?... Could it be that this ferocious southern tribe is the Ming Dynasty predicted by His Majesty?..."

Zuvalo had some doubts, but he couldn't find anyone who could really answer him. He didn't know that it had only been more than ten years since Chenghua Liting was launched against the Jurchen tribes that moved southward, especially the Jurchen tribes in Jianzhou. The attitude of the Ming army in this "ploughing the court and sweeping out the caves" was exactly the cruel sweep and cleansing. It was "to coordinate the army, smash its lairs, eliminate their species, to express the wrath of the gods and the wrath of the snow creatures."

It was after this "ploughing the court and sweeping the holes" that the Ming Dynasty's rule over the Jurchens in Jianzhou was truly established, just like subduing a wolf into a dog. The performance of the Liaodong Ming Army in this war can be described as "slaughtering tribes and raiding villages." It was both powerful and ferocious, leaving a terrible mark engraved into the bones of the Jurchen tribes who moved south!

In fact, the Ming Dynasty's Liaodong frontier army has never had anything to do with "goodness". In addition to their daily preparations and going out to fight with the Mongolian tribes, they also went to the Jurchen tribes to ask for tribute. They even raided Jurchen villages from time to time, beheaded their heads as military merits, and then brought them back in exchange for rewards. As for "killing good people and taking advantage of merit" to restrain the barbarians, it is almost an unspoken rule of the Liaodong frontier army.

After all, not to mention the serfs stationed in the fields under the Wei Suo who were nominally "five measures of food per month". Even if the soldiers recruited from the camp are nominally given "one stone of monthly rations", in fact, what they can actually get in their hands is only "six buckets". Just like the military report of the eighth year of Hongzhi (1495) recorded in "Records of Emperor Xiaozong of the Ming Dynasty", "Today's soldiers who are abroad only have six dou of monthly rations. Although the remaining four dou are called broken banknotes, they are also in vain."

During the Hongzhi period, the "monthly grain and one stone", if converted into silver, would only be about four or five taels per dozen, and a maximum of five or six taels a year. After excluding the discounts from the court and the deductions at all levels, the monthly rations that can really fall into the hands of the camp soldiers are probably only two or three taels a month, or only three taels a year!

With such a meager income, if you don't use your swords and guns to do part-time jobs such as "sweeping the barbarians", "collecting tribute", and "killing innocent people for credit", it would be difficult to get married, build a house, and even have enough food and drink every month! Officers at all levels are of course aware of this situation, so they usually turn a blind eye to the looting and killing of soldiers. Some even led the looting team in person and mingled with the soldiers, just like Li Chengliang, the "famous general of Liaodong" and "the foster father of the old slaves" who was born thirty years later...

In such a situation, if Zuwaro really appeared in the vision of the Liaodong border army with four or five hundred kilograms of gold, that is, 70,000 to 80,000 taels of silver, which is equivalent to the annual income of more than 20,000 border troops, and wanted to do some "tribute trade" with the Ming Dynasty. And he is a barbarian leader, and there are only sixty or seventy people on a ship... The picture is so beautiful that I can't imagine it!

By then, even Li Gao, the current Liaodong general, would have to close his eyes and take out three hundred armored servants on horseback to accept this windfall, leaving no one alive!

"Lord God! What does the Ming Dynasty in the south look like?... In this mountain forest full of man-eating tigers and wolves, is there really a vegetarian beast?..."

After five days of thinking, Zuwaro finally calmed down. He didn't dare to take risks, didn't dare to bet on the big tribes in the south, and didn't dare to bet on the attitude of the "border tribes" of the Ming Dynasty!

The kingdom spared no expense to transport 20,000 miles, and it took several years to send such a small number of ships and manpower. This is the kingdom, and it is also his only capital. He can't lose at all, and he can't afford to lose. In the case of unequal strength, let alone equal and peaceful trade, it is impossible and unrealistic. If you contact rashly now, and the gap in strength is too large, it will be like sending your head to others, and let others decide your life and death!

"May the Lord bless you! The most important thing right now is to strengthen the kingdom's strength in the West Sea and to form an alliance with the local tribes... The craftsmen and livestock that the kingdom urgently needs, the Chongshan clan, which is not very powerful, on the south side of the Maoxili Island, is a safe and reliable source!..."

"As for the Fish Skin Tribe here..."

Zuwaro blinked his eyes and looked at the brown bear-like Maha Aguda in front of him, and suddenly a sincere smile appeared.

"Aguda! Uncle! My close brother!..."

"Hiss!... Zu! The leader of the ship! Cunning fox! What are you going to do?..."

"Sell me a few of your Jurchen horses!..."

"Impossible! Horses are our partners in fighting and fighting, and also helpers in migration and transportation! We don't have enough for ourselves, how can we sell them to you?..."

"I will exchange them with the food you need, the wine you like, and the ironware you don't have!..."

"Impossible! Without horses, we will encounter a tribe that suddenly appears. If we can’t win, the Maha tribe will be gone, and no matter how much food we have, it will be useless! Even if we win, without horses, the tribe will have more casualties and lose too much strength... So, horses must not be sold! …”

“…Then you should exchange all the slaves of the tribe, those dozen strong men, for me! Food, drinks, and iron tools for fighting can all be exchanged! …”

“You want our slaves? Are you willing to exchange them for iron tools? …This? …Let me think about it…”

Hearing this, Maha Aguda hesitated. These slaves have been through for half a month, and it is estimated that they can be roughly used in another half a month, that is, they can become spare men of the tribe.

In this cruel era, the cold in the north forced countless forest tribes to move south, and the fighting along the way was almost endless. Since there is fighting, there will naturally be casualties and tribal annexation. When the population born cannot keep up with the speed of frequent losses, then absorbing the tribes through marriage or captives is the natural choice of each tribe!

For the Tungus barbarians who went south, all the males captured in the battles had such a process: from being captured slaves, first they had to get rid of their rebellious nature and become spare men of the tribe, then they had to go through the test of hunting and fighting together, and finally they officially joined the tribe and became a member of the tribe! And when they had children with women in the new tribe, this cruel integration was completely completed...

In this way, the migration and fighting of the tribes going south were also accompanied by the integration and growth of the tribes. It was like there was an invisible big hand that gradually molded the loose "small tribes of savages" into the famous "big tribe of Shengnuzhen"!

For example, the Maha tribe of more than 200 people had only dozens of people when they first went south, and they didn't even have the name of a tribe. Over the past few decades, after frequent marriages, fighting and annexation with other tribes, the Maha tribe gradually grew to more than 200 people. Later, the former chieftain, Maha Aguda's father, used "Salmon" as the name of the tribe, and finally created a new and famous "big tribe"!

And the further south, the collisions of the tribes heading south, the larger the Jurchen tribes that merged. Just like the "Hurha", "Valka", "Sahalian" and "Sarhacha" in the middle reaches of the Heilongjiang River, these Jurchen tribes that have left their names in history have now become famous and have reached a scale of hundreds or thousands of people. And these Jurchen tribes, which were formed not long ago, can produce hundreds of brave barbarians. With their beast-like ferocity and fearlessness, they make the Jurchen tribes fearful and have to migrate to avoid them...

"Aguda! Aguda! It's snowing! It's snowing in the forest outside!..."

Maha Aguda was thinking, but suddenly a fish-skin scout on horseback came back from the market in a hurry. He didn't even care about the horsepower, and just stepped on the harvested weeds and rode directly into the camp!

"Qimai! Get off the horse! You can't die from fatigue, but horses are more delicate than you. Don't tire out the horses of the tribe!"

Seeing the scout Qimai running on horseback in the camp, Maha Aguda picked up a 20-jin sledgehammer and shouted angrily. The scout Qimai was so scared that he trembled and jumped off the horse by pulling the horse rope. Then, he shouted while pulling the slowed-down horse in a funny way.

"Aguda! Aguda! Snow, it's snowing!..."

"I know it's snowing! I'm not blind!... Let's get to the point!..."

"Ah, yes! Aguda, I'm not blind... I... I just saw human footprints on the snow outside the camp to the north!..."

"What?! You saw human footprints?..."

Maha Aguda was shocked, his eyes were sharp, and even showed a fierce light.

"How many people? How far?!..."

"There are many footprints, I don't know how many people... Fifty? A hundred? I left a hunter to track... As for the location of the footprints..."

Scout Qimai panted and tied the horse to the hitching post. Then, he pointed to the west, pointing to the vast forest, and shouted anxiously.

"Just one or two days to the northwest! A tribe is heading south, fifty to one hundred people, just one or two days to the northwest!..."

"...!"

Maha Aguda narrowed his eyes, grasped the heavy stone hammer, and remained silent for a long time, like a brown bear thinking seriously. After a long time, he suddenly turned his head and said seriously to Zuwaro.

"Cunning fox! The leader of the boat! Zu!... A tribe migrated south and entered the territory of our Maha tribe!..."

"The tribe that migrated south entered the territory of the settled tribe, wandered in the dark forest, and looked at our camp with fire. They are like hungry and cold wolves. When they are forced into a desperate situation, they will definitely fight with us for survival!... There is no doubt that they are enemies, enemies who invaded the Maha tribe!..."

"Zu! Don't you want young men and war slaves? Bring your warriors and go with me! While the other side is not ready, kill this tribe that appeared immediately!... We will have an absolute advantage if we act together, and the casualties will never be great!..."

"As long as you send out forty warriors, eat them with me! Then No matter how many captives there are, I will give you half according to tradition! If they have horses, I will give you half of them too! …”

“Go ahead! Zu! Kill this tribe that is heading south! If you don’t take action and hide behind me, it will be hard for me to send troops with confidence! …So, either you stand with me and fight together as allies…or you stand opposite me and fight like enemies first! …”

“Zu! I have no choice, and neither do you! If you finally decide to stand opposite me…then I will not let you go back to the ship, but will only give you a stone hammer and a chance to fight me one-on-one!”

As he said this, Maha Aguda lifted a 20-jin sledgehammer with one hand, and with his other free hand, he took the 10-jin hammer that the scout had bought and threw it directly over.

“Bang!”

The hammer hit the snow, creating another shallow pit and splashing a bunch of snow. Zuwaro was speechless, looking at Maha Aguda, who looked as if it was his due and full of sincerity. He was silent for a long time before he sighed helplessly.

"Aguda! You are the cunning tiger and wolf..."

"The Lord God is my witness, don't do these useless things! Isn't it just capturing prisoners?... I promise you, I will do it with you!..."

"But I have a condition! A very simple condition for you!"

"You say!"

"No matter what the result of capturing prisoners is... I want that strong tiger slave to be my guard!..."

"What? You want that stupid slave? I caught it with great difficulty! You cunning fox!..."

Maha Aguda pulled his thick braids, thought for a long time, and then answered reluctantly.

"...Okay! I promise you!"

"Never regret it?..."

"Bah! Like a tiger, it will not regret it once it roars!..."

"Then roar?"

"Roar!!..."

The deafening tiger roar sounded from the camp, making people's eardrums hurt. Soon, the entire Maha tribe was mobilized, just like a group of tigers preparing for hunting~