In the prairie where the strong are worshiped, it is a joke to talk about benevolence, justice and morality, and not to do to others what you do not want others to do to you.
Only the ideas of great men and the power produced from the barrel of a gun are effective!
Use swords and guns to speak, subdue the dissatisfied, and exterminate the tribes that have surrendered to the slave-building.
Large tribes with a population of tens of thousands were broken up and reorganized into several medium-sized tribes with a total population of seven to eight hundred.
A medium tribe must be composed of three small tribes whose chiefs are not affiliated with each other.
This method is to limit the number of troops directly under the chief as much as possible and enhance the control power of the base area over the tribes.
It is also necessary to break down the original ruling structure and provide opportunities for class transformation to those who originally had no hope.
A large number of proletarian knights who had achieved military exploits were promoted and appointed as chiefs.
Those who surrender can live in peace and contentment without changing the existing system for the time being, and those who have made meritorious deeds can even be canonized as Taiji.
All in all, we cannot apply a one-size-fits-all approach, we must recruit groups to attack groups, and keep in mind the principle and policy of making more friends and fewer enemies.
Hedanbaatar is not only an ally, but also a friend, and he can also be a role model for rich people.
Of course we want this tribe to develop well.
Therefore, Huang Yi still gave Hedanbaatar face and recognized his status. Not only did he not engage in revolution in his tribe, but he also strived for him to gain a higher status and more honors.
The two didn't understand each other and couldn't communicate well, but they felt each other's enthusiasm.
Hedanbaat'er's tribe suffered heavy losses, and almost every household had someone killed in the battle.
But everyone is used to conquering and being conquered, and there is not much sadness. Most people are smiling because of victory.
Hedanbaatar did not worry about the decline in strength because he had a large population and could select warriors from untouchables and slaves. new
The key is the equipment!
As long as there are a thousand pairs of armor, Hedanbaat'er is confident that he can form a thousand armored cavalry within a month.
He calculated that if he and Huang Yi split all the seizures, he should get seven to eight hundred pairs of armor.
Jian Nu dispatched three hundred men and horses, each of whom had at least two layers of armor and a pair of strong and shiny iron armor.
Jiannu was on the rise, and military discipline was strict. Soldiers were punished for not polishing the armor they wore before going into battle.
All the Karaqin tribes dispatched their own elites, and of course they were the best equipped.
A total of 4,000 men and horses from Seleng and others went into battle, and more than 1,500 were equipped with iron armor.
After the defeat of the Jiannu and Karaqin allied forces, more than a hundred Jiannu escaped, and no less than 500 Haraqin Tatars should have been defeated.
Huang Yi received a total of 169 real slave heads and more than 1,300 young Tatar heads.
More than 1,700 prisoners were captured, not a single Buddhist slave. They were all Haraqin Tatars. Half of them were wounded, and more than 300 were seriously injured.
For tribes on the prairie, attacking and being attacked is commonplace, and everyone is used to having a strong sense of death.
The heavy snow that was flying all over the sky could not stop Hedanbaat'er's tribe from setting up a bonfire to roast the whole sheep, drinking kumiss, and singing and dancing to celebrate their victory.
Huang Yi was praised by all the stars, including Hedanbaat'er himself, and the leaders of the entire tribe came to salute and toast Huang Yi.
The old knight Agush had already asked Karitu carefully and knew that Huang Yi could mobilize thousands of soldiers and horses, and a city had been built in the base area.
He has always admired the strong and sincerely hoped that the Hedan Battelle tribe could forge a deep friendship with Huang Yi.
Agush quietly whispered to Hedanbaat'er, suggesting that the two most beautiful women from the tribe should be selected to serve Huang Yi.
This kind of service is of course all-round, and there must be some sleeping attendants.
A friend in need is a friend indeed. At this time, Hedanbaatar wished he could dig deep into his heart and give two beauties as a gift. It was no big deal, so of course he agreed.
The story of Huang Yi is well-known to everyone in the Hedanbaatar tribe. He is an idol, the strongest man, a warrior, and Batulu...
Knowing that they had the opportunity to serve Huang Yi Batulu and become his woman, all the unmarried girls in the tribe were excited.
Agush is familiar with the entire tribe, and of course he knows which families have more beautiful girls to marry.
He spread the word, and soon dozens of beautiful girls were brought in by their father and brother to participate in the selection.
Of course, there are more than this number of girls in the tribe. I can’t say whether they are beautiful girls or not. Anyway, those who are confident come happily, hoping to be favored by the Immortal God.
Agush knew exactly what conditions to choose a girl for.
It didn't take long before two beautiful girls who stood out came to Huang Yi's side, and Ka Laitu, who was originally next to Huang Yi, gave up her position.
The old knight Agush pointed to the two girls who were looking at Huang Yi with shining eyes and introduced them with a smile: "Huang Yi, Baturu, Baoler, and Aqi Dolan are waiting for you! Please accept it!"
The old knight's Chinese was also very poor and he spoke stumblingly.
But Huang Yi understood and quickly declined: "You're welcome, you're welcome, I eat and sleep together with my brothers, I don't need anyone to serve me!"
Agush and Hedanbaat'er didn't understand. They looked at Mo Zhigen, who had the best Chinese skills among them.
Karitu's Chinese proficiency has improved greatly, and he actually understood it. He laughed and said: "Huang Yi Batulu, you sleep with them tonight, and I will drink with the brothers!"
Although Huang Yi has no moral obsessiveness, modern people's thinking is troublesome and they cannot tolerate the behavior of bullying men and dominating women.
He took it for granted that the two beautiful girls came to serve him out of necessity.
It is also taken for granted that among the Mongolian tribes at this time, girls aged thirteen or four might already be married.
Because the one who stole Dorgon from the Horqin tribe married Huang Taiji at the age of thirteen.
The beautiful girl arranged to serve him should be no more than fifteen years old. She must have an in-law, and she may have fallen in love with a boy or young adult from the tribe.
Huang Yi doesn't need to force anyone to do anything difficult for him, and there's no need to fight for love.
He comforted the two girls and said: "Don't worry, you two, you are just waiting for us to drink. You can go home later!"
The two beautiful girls were stunned. It was obvious that they both understood Chinese. Bao Leer said: "We are already yours, and your home is our home!"
"Hey! You can actually speak Chinese?"
"Sister Aqi Duolan can also say it better than me. Her mother is Han."
"Oh? Where is your mother's hometown? How long have you been here outside the customs?" Huang Yi looked at Aqi Duolan and asked.
The little girl was so nervous that she seemed to be shaking. She said, "I don't know. My mother died when I was nine."
Bao Leer was smarter and said deliberately: "Sir, my grandma is Han. My grandma took me with me when I was a child, so I can speak Chinese."
"Can you two know how to write Chinese characters?"
"None of us can write!"
"Can you drink?"
"Um!"
"Then you're welcome, come on, pick up the wine bowl and pay tribute to Hedanbatertaiji, Karitubatulu and all the warriors on my behalf!"
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he encounters familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
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Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
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