304. All the way to the west

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Early the next morning, An Sanxi gathered his people and announced war mobilization.

An Sanxi first killed a cow and ten sheep, roasted them and treated them to a feast for the whole tribe.

The freshly slaughtered mutton, paired with the barbecue ingredients brought by Huang San, was roasted sizzlingly and oily. It was so fragrant that these herdsmen almost lost their tongues to eat it.

Use the flour Huang San brought to steam the buns. Steamed beef stuffed buns. The strong aroma when it comes out of the pot makes the children cry.

Spice! In the past, most people were reluctant to eat it!

Those Hu Shang from the Western Regions are so dark-hearted that a pound of spices costs the price of a cow.

Huang San unloaded twenty jars of high-strength pear blossom liquor from the ship. Let the people drink openly.

"My brothers," An Sanxi shouted loudly while standing on a pile of dried cow dung while carrying a roasted leg of lamb and gnawing on it.

On the grassland, cow dung is dried and burned for cooking. This dry dung pile is the highest location here.

"You are living as comfortably now as you did when that Yan took you there before."

"Happy now"

“Comfortable now”

"It's better now. I can believe in shamans openly and openly, without having to hide anything."

"The animal husbandry production team you established is great. All property is jointly owned by everyone. Work points are calculated according to the amount of labor. The more you work, the more you get. You also take care of the care of the elderly and the children. It is fair and affordable. It is really great. alright."

"Yes, I used to herd cattle and never had enough to eat. All the benefits went to the herdsmen and the soldiers. How good it is now. Everyone is equal and distributed according to the amount of labor. I can also eat meat every day. In the past, I had to mix it with meat. You can only eat enough with a piece of wild vegetables."

I saw everyone shouting in support of their policies. An Sanxi nodded with satisfaction.

"My dear brothers, if we still had our original pasture, we would be better off. But now, look at how we have been crowded by those bandits."

“They seized our pastures, injured our herdsmen, and harmed our women who were carrying Lele carts to fetch water along the way. They also forced us to give our best horses to them as tribute in the market, and only gave us the price of a donkey. Are you willing to continue like this?" An Sanxi shouted incitingly.

"Don't be like this, we want to be fair and not be bullied."

"Nayan, take us and fight them to the end. The former Nayan was a coward."

"Na Yan is right, let's fight them."

Under the stimulation of alcohol, men, women and children all had red eyes and shouted for revenge.

"If we hadn't had fewer people, I would have fought with them long ago," Segeleng shouted loudly. He was the most excited one.

On his way to fetch water, his wife was harmed by some people from neighboring tribes. Among them is the infamous yellow-haired Barak.

Huang Mao is a habitual criminal and often rides a pinto horse. Wearing a bearskin hat crookedly, he often rides a horse while drinking kumiss, always looking drunkenly at people with side eyes.

Relying on the fact that he is the leader of the tribe, his brother-in-law often looks at people with drunken eyes and contempt, and even beats the children of the tribe with a riding crop.

Whenever he met a lonely woman on the dappled horse he hated as much as he did, he was always as excited as a wild animal.

There are countless children on the grassland with ugly yellow hair. The shepherds often point to the children and say, "Look, the seeds carved by the yellow-haired bara."

Sege Leng's wife also gave birth to a yellow baby. He was so angry that he pulled out the knife and wanted to fight Huang Mao, but was stopped by the shepherds.

On the grassland, if this crime is not punishable by death, you can give him a good beating.

But Segeleng could never swallow this breath. Every time he saw his seven-year-old daughter with yellow hair, he wanted to fight for Huang Mao.

The shaman appeared at the right time, wearing clothes made of colorful strips of cloth and holding a donkey skin drum.

"Have you all forgotten? Can you bear it?"

"No, let's fight them."

An Sanxi shouted, "I will take you to attack them and take back our pasture. Please God bless us to defeat them."

The shaman started dancing wildly.

The wizard wears a long bell around his waist and holds a single drum in his hand. Amidst the sound of beating drums and swinging bells, he sings loudly and calls out to various gods.

The Mongols formed a circle around them feverishly, tapping their feet on the ground and making a beat.

The soldiers brought by Huang San were also watching. After all, they have never seen this formation before.

The wizard has an eagle ornament on his hat, wears a skirt with streamers, and has nine bronze mirrors tied around his waist to show his power and power.

During the performance, a single-sided drum is used as the magical instrument, with one wizard taking the lead and two other wizards playing drums to accompany him.

There are five shamans in this tribe, an old lady, and four of them are her daughters.

An Sanxi met her eldest daughter and now took over her duties. The remaining three little girls serve as assistants to the eldest daughter. Accompany her.

It's strange to say that when the donkey skin drum is beating. This monotonous clanging sound seems to have a unique charm, hitting people's hearts directly, and has shocking power, just like the drum beating on people's hearts every time.

Huang San watched it for a while and found that the dance mostly imitated the movements of birds, animals and various elves. Finally, when it reached the climax, the dance turned into "drumming and spinning". This kind of witch dance is commonly known as "moving poles".

"The one we invited is the Eagle God. Look at the movements of the goshawk." The surrounding Mongolians commented one after another.

At this time, the shaman began to spin rapidly, and the accessories around his waist began to fly like strips of cloth.

After a while, after inviting the gods (commonly known as "divine possession"), that is, simulating the characteristics of the invited gods, the shaman starts a new dance.

When you invite the "Eagle God", you have to fly like an eagle and peck at the offerings; when you invite the "Tiger God", you have to jump and pounce; or you dance with lit incense in a dark and mysterious atmosphere, which means that you have invited the "Tiger God" The God of Gold".

The meaning expressed by the shaman's dance is very abstract, but almost everyone can see that it is a goshawk.

The shaman began to tremble, foam at the mouth, spin and fall to the ground.

"Possessed"

"It's upper body"

The Mongolians around him talked a lot.

The shaman suddenly jumped up like a goshawk from the convulsions he fell to the ground.

A desolate voice said: "What do you want me to do?"

Huang San and his officers and soldiers were all excited. This was definitely not the voice of the dancing female shaman.

It didn't sound like a simulated voice. At this moment, the whole person's temperament changed drastically, and it seemed as if a huge goshawk was squatting there.

An Sanxi knew the rules and immediately took a step forward, "We are going to conquer the neighboring tribes, please ask the gods for instructions. I am willing to use three cow heads to provide them to the gods."

The shaman squatted there with a serious expression on her face, as if she was calculating. After a while, she suddenly opened her eyes, her gaze was cold, and those who looked at her felt their hearts become cold, and they all shifted their gazes.

"You can win, a big victory, but you can't go to war without declaring it. You have to send an envoy to declare war."

After saying that, the Eagle God seemed to disappear all of a sudden. The mysterious aura of the shaman disappeared. She collapsed.

An Sanxi knew that usually people would feel uncomfortable for several days after having such an upper body condition, and they couldn't get over it.

The herdsmen all cheered that they could win and take back the good pasture in the west. It's time for Yan's friends to help him.

Everyone went crazy and danced crazily under the stimulation of alcohol.

"All who can fight take up arms and follow me. Whoever wants to be a messenger declares war."

Segeleng was the first to stand up, "I'm going, I'm not afraid of death, I'm going to kill that Huang Mao, ride on his horse, and snatch his cattle, sheep, women and daughters."

"Okay, it's you, Segeleng. I'm optimistic about you. If you come back alive, I will make you the deputy captain of the horse herding team of the livestock team."

Segeleng turned away, ran back to his felt bag, took out a black horse, and rushed towards the tribe in the west.

Behind him, the desolate horn trumpeting reminded him that the entire tribe was preparing horses and weapons, preparing to go into battle.

"If you give the gun to half-grown children, you can increase the number of two hundred people." An Sanxi said.

"Here," Zhao Lindong said loudly, and then he went to distribute loaded double-barreled muskets to the half-grown children in the tribe.

Five hundred riflemen and more than four hundred grassland herdsmen and children came out of the camp with weapons in hand, formed a team, and headed towards the tribes in the west.