Desert grassland.
There was a fierce eagle attack in the air, and then a large eagle swooped down with lightning speed, grabbed a lamb, and flew away into the sky.
"Put it down, put it down!"
The shepherd boy chased the big eagle in the direction of its departure. For him, this lamb was the most valued property of his family!
He burst into tears immediately.
But the lamb under the eagle's claws was basically dead. The blood swayed in the air, and some of it dripped directly onto the child's face.
So he cried even harder.
The shepherd boy refused to give up and chased the big eagle for several miles. Finally, he collapsed to the ground due to exhaustion.
"Damn it, I wish I had wings!" the shepherd boy said angrily, hitting the ground with his fists.
"Whoosh!"
At this moment, an arrow flew out from a short distance, streaked across the sky, and hit the big eagle's body directly.
The body was hit by an arrow, but it did not die immediately. The eagle's desire for survival prompted it to continuously flap its wings, but it was already at the end of its strength.
Not long after, the big eagle landed on the ground.
"For the warriors on the grassland, bows and arrows are the best wings."
Just when the little shepherd boy was surprised, a burly man from the prairie walked over.
"Abaga (Uncle), you are so awesome!"
Staring at the grassland man in front of him, the little shepherd boy had stars in his eyes.
"You are the most perseverant child I have ever seen. As a reward, I give you this bow. From now on, you must use it to protect your livestock and your people!"
"Yes, I will definitely do it! I will definitely become the most powerful warrior on this grassland!"
Ironwood City opened his eyes.
He was dreaming again.
This is the third time this month that he has dreamed of this scene.
At that time, he would never have thought that the person who gave the bow was the Mongolian archer Zhebie, nor would he have thought that now he has truly become the first warrior in Mongolia.
After getting up, Tiemucheng walked to the bow stand on one side and picked up the "Spiritual Treasure Bow".
This magical bow was held by Li Guang, a famous general in the Han Dynasty. At that time, Li Guang relied on this magical skill to defeat the Huns who did not dare to invade the Central Plains for several years.
Then, by chance, this bow fell into the hands of Torre, who was forced to give it to Jebie at that time. In the end, this "lingbao" bow became the heirloom of Jebie in Mongolia.
Later, this spiritual treasure bow was given to him by Zhe, and he relied on his bravery to unify all the Mongolian tribes, and was honored as the Great Khan by all tribes. He already had the momentum of Torre!
At that time, he was very high-spirited and fantasized about using the Han family's crossbow to shoot through the Han family's city wall. Unexpectedly, the appearance of Liu Zheng completely broke his fantasy.
The trip to Beijing and Liaodong made him realize how terrifying Liu Zheng was, and also allowed him to truly understand the difference between the two of them, and even their two races.
Although they are very reluctant to admit it, agricultural civilization is better than nomadic civilization. They who once relied on the sky for their livelihood finally tasted the sweetness of not having to worry about starvation after getting this treasure land in Liaodong.
During the development of Liaodong, Tiemucheng naturally also received the benefits that Liu Zheng could give him.
A piece of fertile land in Liaodong, he quickly moved all his people here.
Now, his territory is one of the best in Liaodong. This is the advantage of agricultural civilization. His people also began to slowly get used to this kind of life, and gradually became inseparable from this kind of life.
While Tiemucheng was deep in thought, Zhebie opened the curtain and walked in.
"Sweat profusely."
Zhebie, who was about to report the situation, saw this Lingbao bow, and memories immediately came to his mind.
"Master Zhebie, do you think I am a winner or a loser?" Tiemucheng sighed and asked leisurely.
"Of course the Great Khan is the winner. Without you, our Mongolia would still be in a state of fragmentation. With strong enemies surrounding us, Mongolia would have been annexed long ago."
Zhebie said righteously.
They are descendants of the Qiang people, but Mongolia is their home.
"Look, I'm a loser."
Tiemucheng smiled bitterly and said.
"Great Khan, why do you say this?"
Zhebie was a little anxious.
"During the time of the Great Khan Tore, our Mongol Empire spanned the Eurasian continent, and everyone around the world was frightened when they saw our Mongolian cavalry. But now, we have been driven out of the Mobei grassland by our former slaves. A hundred years later, I really don’t have the face to go down and see the great sweats of all ages.”
The "slaves" mentioned by Ironwood City are the "Grand Duchy of Moscow", and this Grand Duchy of Moscow now has a name, called Tsarist Russia.
After Tiemu City unified the Mobei Grassland, it has been competing with the Han family for the world, trying to fulfill the long-cherished wish of Tuolei Khan to take over the Central Plains. However, he encountered Liu Zheng, a son who rebelled against heaven.
In the end, after weighing the pros and cons, he chose to cooperate with Liu Zheng to develop the land of Liaodong. He thought that Mongolia would continue to develop like this, but unexpectedly, another powerful force appeared in the north.
Because Mongolia has lost control of the four major khanates, and they have placed more goals on the Longyan Dynasty in the south, they have no understanding of the four major khanates and the places to the west.
Because they didn't understand, they were caught off guard by Tsarist Russia, and all the land with abundant water and grass in Mobei was taken away by them.
Of course, Temucheng couldn't bear this, and immediately led the Mongolian cavalry to charge towards the Tsarist Russian camp.
I originally thought that they would easily wipe out the Russians like they did more than two hundred years ago, but unfortunately, times have changed.
Their bows and horses were no longer a match for Tsarist Russian firearms.
In the first battle with Tsarist Russia, eight thousand prairie men were killed, while Tsarist Russia only lost more than a thousand people.
Miserable failure!
In the second and third battles, they were also defeated by Tsarist Russia. Tsarist Russia marched all the way east and south, driving them away. In the end, even their land of Longxing, "Beihai" (Lake Baikal), was captured by the Tsarist Russians. go.
Who would have thought...
Ironwood City has fallen to this point under the powerful combat power of Tsarist Russia.
Thanks to the choice to jointly develop Liaodong with Long Yan, Mongolia had a stable food supply. Otherwise, Mongolia would have disappeared in the desert.
Today's Ironwood City no longer has the vigor it once had, and looking at the depressed Ironwood City in front of him, Zhebie doesn't know what to say.
The world's situation has changed too fast. I originally thought that Long Yan's changes were already ahead of the world. Unexpectedly, Long Yan actually caught the last train.
"Khan, don't be discouraged. I believe that we prairie men will stand up again!" Zhebie encouraged Tiemucheng.
"What do you rely on to stand up again? Just rely on this bow?"
Tiemucheng held the Lingbao Bow with a wry smile on his face.
