In this world, there are few groups that are always cohesive, and even rarer ones that are always unwavering in their beliefs. Even those wise kings and virtuous ministers who established glorious careers in the history books, if anyone really carefully explores their reality under the shining light, they will find that they are also full of competition for interests, full of exclusion, strife, slander, and conspiracy, and full of things that make ordinary people Unbearable filth.
Just because they are on the road to victory, in the eyes of outsiders, they have a halo around them out of thin air. This halo makes their figures shine brightly, making them extremely tall and expanding their advantages to the extreme.
Just like the time when the Mongol Uluses broke out of the grasslands, the bravery and tenacity of the Mongols seemed to be beyond the reach of human beings, not to mention their unity and loyalty. Tens of thousands of Mongolian men gathered in Together, they formed a wave of force that had never been seen in the world, terrifying all enemies who dared to face them.
So what if a group is on a path to decline?
In other words, it may not necessarily lead to decline, but maybe it is just a small hesitation on the way to victory?
If it were a Central Plains dynasty, such as the Great Zhou Dynasty established by Guo Ning, there would be many ways to deal with this situation, and there would be many things that could be used to calm people's hearts and heal the temporary trough.
You can use benevolence, righteousness and morality, the dignity of the Han Dynasty in Chinese clothes, the power of the orthodox court, the generous salary and the title of wife... There are so many things that can be brought out. Therefore, as long as the center of the imperial court is not in chaos and can maintain its halo, there will always be a chance to reverse the downward trend and slow down little by little.
But the grassland peoples cannot do this.
The rise of the Mongols was almost entirely due to Genghis Khan's personal efforts. Looking back over thousands of years, Genghis Khan can be said to be one of the few outstanding figures. If the opportunity is right, he may be able to lead the Mongolian cavalry across the entire continent with iron hooves, destroy countless civilizations, and use massacre to build an unprecedented empire.
But the rise of Genghis Khan was too short. Apart from victory in war, he had nothing else to use to maintain his halo.
The foundation he created for the Mongolians is far from enough, and he has not yet had time to instill many things into the hearts of every Mongolian and form an unshakable iron law. The Mongols have no written language, and the languages of each tribe are also very mixed. The name "Mongols" itself has not really taken root in the hearts of the people. The estrangement and hatred accumulated by thousands of years of vendetta against each other can easily accumulate.
As a result, when ordinary people on the grasslands were unable to judge whether the future would lead to failure or something else, the aura of Great Mongolia began to dim rapidly.
After losing its halo, the wind with the smell of decay still blows on the grassland, blowing through the layers of grass and dead bones, and blowing through the ups and downs of people's hearts. Wherever the wind passes, cracks and looseness become more and more obvious, and there is no way to control them.
Initially, no one cared. This was just a private transaction, it was just an inevitable revenge, and there were some benefits that were close at hand, and you wouldn't get it for nothing... But soon, the cracks and looseness affected everyone.
The Golden Family, who are responsible for staying on the grassland, want to avoid this situation. But they did not have Genghis Khan's prestige and means, let alone Genghis Khan's decisiveness. Even their competition for interests itself caused rifts and looseness.
So by this time, people on the grassland no longer have loyalty, nor do they even have the recognition of their companions and comrades-in-arms. At a certain time, everyone can betray, and everyone can find various reasons for betrayal.
They don't even have any psychological burden.
When Kunbuha shouted, Lu Wusi immediately became interested: "You guys come with me!"
When the group returned to Lu Shu, the Han slaves were cleaning up the battlefield under the leadership of A Duo.
The cavalry of the gangsters in Huanghuota were not dead. Several of them were seriously injured and were quickly brought to Lu Shu. Amidst their angry roars, Kunbuha lowered his head and used branches to draw simple shapes on the gravel ground:
"This is the location of the Wuxian Urugu Herding Station. The Jurchens set up a military stronghold here. Later, Genghis Khan wiped out Monan and placed a group of people near this military stronghold to raise cattle and sheep. In addition, the military stronghold There are also a lot of weapons and equipment stored in it to deal with special situations. Responsible for guarding this
The movie is about the gangsters in the Huahuota Tower...the ones who are chasing you. "
Kunbuha said while drawing out the pattern to indicate.
Lu Shu and others gathered around him and watched.
After a while, Lu Shu nodded: "The road does go like this. When I was young, I followed my father on a trip. Although I can't remember the details now, I know that it roughly follows the river and crosses the remaining mountains of Yin Mountain in the east. This route Further north, there are continuous deserts, so you don’t have to worry about getting lost..."
Among everyone present, he was the only one who grew up in Usha Castle and was familiar with the surrounding environment. When he said this, everyone else nodded.
Kunbuha was a little worried, fearing that these guys were familiar with the road and wouldn't need him.
He quickly said: "Going east there are not only desert mountains, but also dense forests. It will be very troublesome if you get lost in the woods."
The location selection of various pastoral sites in the Great Jin Kingdom at that time naturally made sense. Even in the depths of the grassland, most of the surrounding areas are blocked by mountains, forests and rivers.
Lu Shu smiled at him and asked: "I remember that the village of Wuxian Ulugu Group Herding Station was less than fifty paces in radius. Are there really many people grazing cattle and sheep there? How many cattle and sheep are there? Are they stored there? How much supplies are there? Where did the manpower stationed come from? How many are there? How do you know this? Have you been there, or have you heard of it? When did you know about it, and will there be any changes now?"
Lu Shu followed the civil and military officials of the Zhou Dynasty every day. Although he did not deliberately improve, he learned a lot from what he heard and saw. At this moment, he was asking questions in rapid succession, one sentence after another quickly, never leaving any time for careful calculation.
Kunbuha answered one by one, telling all about his family's experience of grazing in various places a few years ago, and what he saw and heard in the herding station.
Among the injured of the gangsters in Huanghuota, some were considered to be Qianhu Nayan's cronies. During the fight just now, his abdomen was cut open by a sword, and his intestines almost flowed out. The smell of blood and stench from the wound seemed to be sprayed out, hitting his nose.
Hearing Kunbuha's words gradually involve the family property that this thousand households had carefully hidden for many years, perhaps because of the retrospect, he cursed angrily, with a loud voice. For a moment, Kunbuha's words were suppressed.
Such a roar would have made slaves tremble just a few days ago. Two or three years ago, it would have even made hundreds of millions of Han people in the Central Plains and Hebei flee in fear. But now, such roars can only make people feel upset.
Lu Wusi originally stared at the graphics drawn by Kunbu Habi. After being disturbed, he frowned and straightened up.
After looking around for a moment, he picked out a young man with a yellow face.
"You, come here and kill him."
"ah?"
The young man was startled.
His family has made a living by darning for generations and has never experienced a battle. After becoming a slave to the Mongols, I killed sheep and cattle, but never a human being. I was on the battlefield just now, and just looking at the scene of blood and flesh flying in front of me made me feel sick. The Mongolian wounded man in front of him had a ferocious face and a huge bloody wound on his stomach. He felt scared when he got closer.
Why do you want me to go up and kill people? Is it because I wasn't brave enough when we were fighting just now?
He hesitated and did not take action immediately.
"Judge Lu has given the order, hurry up!" The thin man who had four fingers of his left hand cut off strode over, kicked him, and cursed: "What time has it been? We don't keep useless people!"
The boy staggered a few steps after being kicked, and actually knelt in front of the seriously injured Mongolian.
The Mongolian was still cursing angrily. Because of the close distance, in the eyes of the young man, the Mongolian's unique round face became larger, and the ferocious eyes under the thick eyelids became very clear.
This look is just like the look in the eyes of the Mongolian masters when they broke into the city of the Kingdom of Jin a few years ago and slaughtered and looted as much as they wanted. It is just like the look in these Mongolian masters' eyes when they whipped and tortured slaves and insulted women. Thinking of this, the young man thought of many of his dead relatives.
He felt very sad when he thought of those who died in battle, those who starved to death, those who were beaten to death, and those who could not bear it and committed suicide.
The young man thought that the Mongols were born to be conquerors and rulers, and that the Mongol Uluths would always exist. Mongolian old men will always face their slaves with this expression, and they themselves will have to face it forever
Bear it and feel uncomfortable forever.
But now it seems that may not be the case.
The Mongols will also lose. The slaves have also seen the situation on the grasslands in the past two years. Many people feel that the Mongols are no longer what they used to be, and they have lost their spirit and energy.
Then, the pain in my heart will pass.
Maybe it will be over now, as long as I endure the smell of blood and be cruel.
He picked up the short knife issued before the battle began and pressed it to the Mongolian's throat.
The short knife was very crude. In fact, it was not a serious knife, but a fragment of a straight knife scattered on the grassland, polished, and embedded in a thick wooden stick. Although the slaves all have craftsman skills, there are too many things to be done in a short period of time, so the boss cannot be too picky.
The boy slowly pressed down the dagger.
The blade is not sharp enough, so I have to drag it back and forth and saw it from time to time. As the force exerted on it continued to increase, it slowly cut the skin and severed the throat and muscles.
The Mongolian struggled wildly, tearing at the young man's face with his hands, tearing out deep bloodstains. Because he struggled too hard, the wound on his stomach was completely opened, and colorful intestines came out one after another and dripped to the young man's feet.
The determined boy didn't seem to care at all and didn't stop moving.
He first cut open the skin and flesh near the neck bones, then slowly inserted the blade into the gap between the joints, pried the joints apart, and cut off the meridians adhering to the joints. Finally the whole head was chopped off. Read the book
The man with four broken fingers laughed with satisfaction.
Lu Wusi also praised: "Excellent craftsmanship, very expert! Let me tell you, there are many good men among us!"
He turned back to Abul and Kunbuha, nodded slightly to Lu Shu, and then said: "No one will disturb you now, let's continue talking."
