"My lord! This kind of dog sled on the snow can travel really fast! In a quarter of an hour, it can travel at least 10 miles on a flat snowfield!...Ugh! Evil!..."
The snowfield is vast and white fills everything in sight. The white sky, the white snow, the white distant mountains and forests, and the white running dogs.
Zuvallo, the exploration captain, sat on a rough and trembling sled, his body close to the ground, shaking constantly with the fast running dogs, and soon the world in his eyes was only Shiro, who was shaking and dizzy. It was obvious that he was not used to this kind of speeding on land. His face gradually turned green, his stomach was churning, and he actually felt like seasickness and nausea when he first sailed!
However, when Zuvalo turned his head with difficulty, blowing the whistling snow wind, and looked at the hunting captain, Tom, who was sitting steadily on the sled, steering the direction of the dogs, with a calm and calm expression... He forced himself to The shout that reached my lips stopped and I swallowed it back.
"Witness the Lord God! These hunters from the mountain tribe look simple, but in fact they are full of evil spirits! Damn it, they are deliberately showing off themselves, showing off the speed and ability of tribal warriors to move!...Evil!..."
As if feeling Zuvalo's gaze, the hunting captain Mu Quan tilted his head slightly and glanced at his former friends and possible future enemies or son-in-law with a complicated look. He looked at Zuvalo's expression of wanting to vomit but holding back, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and shouted out the dog training command in a low voice.
"Hey! Hurry! Hurry up!..."
"Ouch! Ouch!..."
The huskies accelerated and ran excitedly, even reaching speeds of 50 miles per hour on the icy plains! Of course, the dogs running so fast is already in the category of racing and cannot last long. After less than an hour of racing, the white distant mountains suddenly came into view. The running dogs were panting from exhaustion and stopped following their owners' commands.
"Blessed by our ancestors! The tribe's winter camp is not far away in the mountains. It's only half a day's walk away!..."
The tribal hunters in the mountains were calm and calm, and one after another got off the sleds they were sitting on. They took out small pieces of frozen venison from the leather bags and fed them to the huskies to replenish their strength. You can't ride on a sled on the next uphill mountain road, so you can only walk up the mountain with people and dogs. Zuvarro staggered and took two steps dizzily. His feet went weak and he almost fell on the soft snow field.
"O Lord God! Evil!..."
A big, rough hand came over with strong support, followed by the hunting captain's dog, who laughed heartily and heartily.
"Haha! My friend from Kaibu, is this your first time riding a sled? You actually fainted... Our dogs in the Yamabu tribe are the best big dogs! They can drag heavy loads and run faster than the reindeer in the Shikabu tribe! ...Wu Hai, go and support some Haibu leaders and translate my words!..."
"Yes! Captain Sage!"
The hunting captain, Mu Dog, raised his head and praised the tribe's sled dogs in front of Zuvalo who kept retching. His face was full of a "simple" smile, and when he talked about tribal migration and hunting, his words were somewhat meaningful.
"Blessed by our ancestors! Friends of the Kaibu, you don't know... our hunters from the Mountains once drove their dogs to chase the long-haired people from the Islands for three days and three nights, but they didn't let a single enemy escape! In this area, In the vast snowfield, only the deer tribe and tent tribe in the north can compete with us...those boating island tribes cannot. Although they have as many people as snow rabbits and have metal weapons, they are of little use. You only dare to poach our deer in the summer..."
After a moment of repair, the mountain hunters fed the big dogs and continued walking towards the mountains carrying their bows and arrows. The huskies howled and ran up the mountain dragging their empty sleds. They ran for a while and then stopped, shaking their heads and waiting for their owners to come.
"Ouch! Ouch!..."
"Well...the wise old grandmother asked us to bring out forty big dogs from the tribe and the most elite team of hunters, just to let these people from the sea who came from afar know how powerful our mountain tribe is! Haha!..."
The snow was up to his ankles. The hunting captain Mu Dog lowered his head and trudged through the snowy mountains with a "simple" smile on his face. Many hunters surrounded Zuvalo and walked slowly into the mountains. After walking for a while, Mu Dog would always look back at Zuvalo and ask with a smile.
"Friends of Kaifu! The mountain road in the snow is difficult to walk. Are you tired from walking? Do you want to take a rest on the sled, let the dogs pull you, and drink some reinforcing deer bark?"
"God bless you! No need...I'll go by myself!..."
Exploration captain Zuvalo shook his head, with a blue and white face, gritted his teeth and answered. Hunting Captain Mu Quan raised his brows, smiled simply, turned around and strode forward. The snow is not deep yet, and the mountain road that is difficult for Zuvaro is actually just ordinary for the mountain people who have lived here for generations.
Not long ago, after listening to what he and Mulu had seen, the old grandmother of the tribe quickly realized that although the force of this "sea tribe" was strong, it had one of the most obvious weaknesses in the winter when the sea was frozen. That's "short legs"!
"Blessed by the ancestors! Haibu suddenly appeared in a big boat. The place where they landed was too close to the tribe's winter camp. The force was so powerful and the threat was imminent! However, although they all seemed to be elite hunters, they No big dogs or reindeer to pull the sled!…”
Hunting captain Mu Quan lowered his head and followed the familiar mountain road that he could walk with his eyes closed, recalling his grandmother's instructions. He sincerely hopes to become a close ally in marriage with this sea tribe, and even include those strong sea tribe hunters into his own tribe!
But before the snow settles, the Hot Spring Mountain tribe must be prepared to fight first to ensure the safety and continuity of the tribe! The old grandmother invited the leader of the Kaibu and left important hostages, which was also part of some kind of "preparation". The survival rules of the tribes in Far North Asia are so cruel. For the continuation of the tribe, no matter what the cost...tribes that cannot do so have been buried deep in the snowfields...
"If we can't reach an agreement... we will detain the leader of the Haibu and lure those elite Haibu warriors out of the camp and go deep into the vast mountains and into the terrifying snowfields! ... Msona, my daughter... Hey!..."
"If the tribe really wants to go to war with them, then they have to let the old and the weak sit on the migrating deer sled tent and leave this nearby winter camp. Then let the small team of elite hunters sit on the flexible dog sled, regardless of whether Harass them day and night!...Although this is the nomadic fighting method that the Tent and Deer tribes are best at, our Mountain tribe is not bad at it either!...Blessed by our ancestors!..."
When a sled dog runs at full speed, it is indeed faster than a reindeer. They are more flexible, more maneuverable, and understand their master's thoughts, and can assist in hunting and fighting. But this kind of dog sled is more suitable for short-distance running, hunting and killing. If compared with the cost of long-term movement and raising, it is far inferior to the cold-resistant and vegetarian reindeer.
For the Kamchatka tribe in Far North Asia, reindeer are the truly practical carrying animals and the basis for tribal migration. A reindeer can drag hundreds of kilograms of weight, travel one to two hundred miles in half a day, and then spend the remaining half of the day using the long horns on its head to dig through the thick snow and eat the moss and grass buried under the snow. Three or four reindeer can drag the family's small migration tent, allowing the tribesmen to rest in the tent with peace of mind and maintain emergency energy during the migration. Similarly, reindeer meat and milk are also the tribe's main food sources.
The Kamchatka tribes herd tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of reindeer herds, migrating nomadically across thousands of miles of vast Arctic snowfields. And the numerous deer herds and vast territories are the basis for the continuation of the tribes in Far North Asia!
This nomadic migration life in Far North Asia naturally gave birth to special snowfield nomadic tactics. Whenever the Kamchatka tribe encountered a strong enemy that was difficult to resist, they would drive sleds and herds of deer to migrate, and then separate small groups of elites to harass the enemy. The endless snowfields and extremely cold winter will become their most powerful war allies!
In the face of the brutal invasion of the Russian Cossacks in later generations, the Kamchatka tribes used nomadic tactics in the snowfields and performed extremely well. They resisted for a full hundred years until Tsarist Russia compromised!
There is no doubt that the Kamchatka tribe is a Kuhan tribe that is good at fighting. Their biggest disadvantage never lies in their fighting skills and courage, but in their too-sparse tribal population.
The hot spring mountain area where hunting leader Mulu is located occupies the winter hot spring camp. It is the largest Kotelmen tribe on the Kamchatka Peninsula. However, the total number of young, old and young in their entire clan is only over 800.
In fact, the Kotelmen people, who occupy two-thirds of the peninsula, are composed of 20 to 30 large and small tribes, with a total of only about 10,000 people. There are slightly more Koryak people occupying the northern part of the peninsula and the coastal snowfields, probably between ten and twenty thousand. As for the Chukchi people who occupy the vast Arctic snowfield, they herd hundreds of thousands of reindeer herds, but there are not even 10,000! …
"Blessed by our ancestors! Friends of Kaibu, our mountain camp is here, in this warm mountain valley! This has been our winter camp for generations..."
"Look! The hunters of the tribe have all come out to welcome you! Praising the oldest benevolent deer and reuniting brothers who have been separated for a long time is really a great thing!..."
