In the vast wilderness, there is a white world.
When it was still late autumn in the south of the Yangtze River and winter had just begun in the north of the Yangtze River, there was already heavy snow on the grasslands of the northern region.
But what is even more miserable is that even in such heavy snow weather, the herdsmen on the grassland cannot rest.
They had to endure the cold and hunger in the long cold snow and carry out the migration with difficulty.
"Quick, it's only been snowing for half a month now, and it's not too cold yet."
In a migrating tribal team, a middle-aged man dressed as a leader rode a horse, running back and forth, encouraging the tribesmen: "Two pastures further, there is the camp left by the Anyan Ministry. Let’s spend the winter there.”
The herdsmen trudged on the snow layer up to their calves, and every step was extremely difficult. However, after hearing the words of the leader Anshan, they cheered up and cheered up. They had a little more strength in their bodies and their steps were faster. some.
Looking at the tribesmen struggling to move forward, Anshan breathed a sigh of relief.
According to the current pace, we should be able to reach the pasture of Anyanbu before sunset.
Once there, there is a camp left by the Anyan tribe, where the tribe can rest temporarily and survive the winter.
Although the people on their grasslands are exposed to bitter cold all year round, they are still able to trek in heavy snow weather.
But now the snow is getting heavier and heavier, so heavy that prairie people like them can’t bear it anymore. It’s not impossible to continue walking in the snow, although it’s not impossible.
But the number of people who freeze to death and starve to death along the way will quickly increase.
And as deep winter slowly approaches, one day the weather will become so cold that they can’t stand it either.
By then, even the grassland people will not be able to move outside.
If there was no place to rest at that time, the entire tribe would be afraid of being drowned in the wind and snow.
It was urgent to find a place that could shelter from the wind and snow and rest temporarily.
Fortunately, on their way to the south, there was an abandoned camp of the Anyan tribe. There were wooden huts and earthen pits left by the Anyan tribe for them to shelter from the wind and snow.
"The food and firewood in the tribe are enough for the time being. They should be able to survive this winter."
Anshan whispered to himself, looking towards the north, his eyes full of worry.
Nowadays, life in the grassland is getting more and more difficult.
It’s windy and snowy every year. In the past, we didn’t necessarily encounter hairy weather just once in more than ten years, but now it happens every year.
And the scale is getting bigger and bigger, the duration is getting longer and longer, and the frequency of occurrence is also increasing.
Under the influence of this severe weather, herders living in the northern part of the grassland could not survive the harsh weather and had to move south.
Go to places that Da Maotian has not touched yet, find a warm and humid place where the tribe can graze, and settle down again.
However, the journey south was not all smooth sailing.
In fact, the migration of herders from the northern grasslands to the south began as early as five or six years ago.
Over the past few years, more than half of the tribes have moved from the northern grasslands.
But the news from the tribes migrating south was not very happy.
In this world, every piece of land that can support survival has been owned by its owner after tens of millions of years of development.
In the past, the various tribes on their northern grasslands often fought with each other in order to compete for pasture, and countless battles broke out for this purpose.
The southern grasslands have a better climate, richer water and grass, naturally more tribes to support, and the contradiction between man and land is more serious.
When these northern herdsmen migrate to the south, how can the tribal herdsmen in the south welcome these people who come to seize their pastures for survival?
As expected, a big battle broke out between the two nomadic groups, one from the south and the other from the north.
Countless tribes began to fight desperately on the grasslands in order to survive.
In fact, now, once the winter on the grassland has passed, the first thing each tribe does is not to herd cattle and sheep, but to gather the warriors of their own tribe, and then join the tribes who are friendly with them, and then look for the enemy tribes to fight together.
After battle after battle, hundreds of tribes were wiped out in the north and south grasslands.
The number of herdsmen who died because of this has long been unknown, whether it is millions or tens of millions.
Anyway, as far as Anshan knew, several tribes he had previously befriended had gone to the south, and only one of them was still alive.
Even the surviving tribe is living an extremely miserable life now. The men of the tribe are summoned to fight each other during the warm weather every year, and the work of herding cattle and sheep is given to women and children without rest all year round.
According to this situation, maybe in another year or two, the tribe will be finished.
"But now does this fate also belong to my tribe?"
Anshan retracted his gaze from the north and looked south again.
The scenery that comes into view is completely white, as if it is the purest thing in the world.
But in this purity, he saw a bright red, the color of blood.
And he is leading his tribe on a bloody road, a road that has no end.
But even though he knew this, Anshan had no room to retreat.
Because the wind and snow in the north, the severe cold that was more terrifying than blood, were forcing him to move south step by step, looking for a way out among the blood and fire.
"Da Maotian! Da Maotian is here!"
Just when Anshan was feeling sad, a frightened call suddenly came from his ears.
Hearing the words "Da Maotian", he trembled all over, suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of the sound.
But in the vast distance in the distance, a sound that sounded like ghosts crying and wolves howling suddenly came, followed by a dark shadow, wrapping in the direction of their tribe's march.
"Quick! Run!"
Seeing this scene, Anshan screamed, with great fear in his eyes: "Big Maotian is coming, everyone throw away their things and run!"
As he said that, he could no longer care about anything. He waved his whip and rode his horse to a place in the tribal team. Then he snatched a child from the hands of a panicked woman, hugged his son, and fled in the opposite direction. .
As for his wife and the people behind him, he didn't care much at all and was abandoned by him.
Some other warriors who were patrolling on horseback also followed suit, taking their children with them, or simply paying no attention to anything, just whipping their whips and driving their horses to flee far away.
However, they didn't escape far when Da Maotian in the distance quickly swept over them.
Countless snowflakes as big as goose feathers, blown by the biting cold wind, covered the world.
The entire world turned into a gray world under the cover of wind and snow. The panicked herdsmen were instantly drowned, and their shrill shouts and fleeing sounds were swallowed up by the endless wind and snow in the blink of an eye.
Even Anshan, who was galloping in front of him, and the horse king underneath him, which he had personally captured on the grassland and tamed from a herd of thousands of horses, had no time to escape the most terrifying natural disaster on the grassland.
After running south for more than ten miles, he was caught up by Da Maotian and disappeared into the wind and snow.
And all this, for the dark shadow, is just moving south.
The howling wind and snow, along with the most terrifying hairy sky on the grassland, descended on this northern world in early winter.
…
There was a rumble and the ground was shaking.
Amidst the screams and wailings, the beacon fire disappeared, the ground was watered with blood and iron, and as the horses galloped, a war came to an end.
Mo Wuyan waved the saber in his hand, and a sharp cold light bloomed, instantly cutting the dozen people in front of him into two pieces.
His eyes suddenly became empty, and when he looked back, there were no enemies nearby.
Countless warriors gathered around him, the Great Khan, holding weapons in their hands and raising their arms and shouting.
"Wolf!"
"The Great Khan is victorious!"
"God bless you!"
Everyone is celebrating this hearty victory.
Just because they defeated the enemies here, their Canglang tribe had already captured this fertile pasture. From now on, the tribe finally had a foothold in the southern grasslands.
Mo Wuyan also had a smile on his face.
Although the tribe has experienced many difficulties since moving south, under its leadership, the tribe finally defeated one enemy after another and achieved this final victory.
The shouts of countless warriors at present all proved his supreme prestige in the hearts of the people.
But in the midst of the celebration, the great wizard of the tribe came in a hurry, and countless warriors who passed by along the way respectfully stepped aside to make way for them.
Among the grassland tribes, the secular ones belong to the Khan, and the divine ones belong to the wizards.
The Great Wizard is the leader of countless wizards and the spokesperson of God in the mortal world. His status is even one or two points more noble than that of the Great Khan.
Of course, it's just status.
When it comes to power, the Khan who controls the secular world is naturally greater.
Therefore, Mo Wuyan also has great respect for the great wizard in the tribe.
"Great Khan, another big hairy day has appeared over at Uke Grassland."
The great wizard came to Mo Wuyan and whispered.
"Uke Prairie..."
Upon hearing the news, Mo Wuyan frowned. The good mood of his victory instantly dissipated. He couldn't help but ask, "What tribes are migrating there?"
"It's the Anke Tribe, Mishui Tribe, and Sancao Tribe." The great wizard replied.
"Have these people escaped?" Mo Wuyan asked.
"No."
The great wizard shook his head: "Not a single one of these dozen or so tribes survived, they were all devoured by Da Maotian."
Mo Wuyan frowned even more tightly.
Uke Grassland is a grassland under the rule of his Canglang Tribe. Anke, Mishui and other tribes live on this grassland and are vassal tribes subordinate to the Canglang Tribe.
Although they have experienced migration in the past few years, most of the tribes under the control of the Canglang tribe in the northern grasslands have moved south one after another.
Now the remaining tribes in the northern grasslands are less than one-third of the original ones.
But over the years since they moved south, the Canglang tribe has been competing with many other tribes for pasture.
Now, after several years of bloody battles, they finally defeated the remaining forces that remained here after the Tieli tribe, the overlord of this grassland, moved south, and took over the dominance of this grassland.
But after one battle after another, the tribesmen of the Canglang tribe suffered heavy casualties as they moved south.
There were originally two to three million tribesmen, but now there are only a little over one million left.
It can be said that two-thirds of the people who went south were buried on this grassland and became fertilizer for watering the water and grass.
Under this situation, Mo Wuyan was in urgent need of new forces.
Therefore, in view of the increasingly frequent natural disasters and increasingly cold weather in the area that he originally ruled, it is already very unsuitable for survival.
Mo Wuyan simply ordered all the tribesmen who were still staying in the northern grasslands to move south and settle on the grasslands he conquered.
But now, this migration has just begun, and it has suffered heavy losses one after another.
I don’t know what happened this year. Not only did winter come half a month earlier than before, but the weather also got colder.
It's obviously just early winter, but it's as cold as late winter.
Even the terrible big hairy weather began to appear frequently on the grassland like ordinary snowstorms.
Dozens of the tribes under Mo Wuyan's command who migrated south have been swallowed up by Damaotian during their migration.
There were three to five million dead.
If this situation continues, after all the remaining tribesmen move here, it is hard to say whether there will be one million people in the end.
Mo Wuyan's heart ached when he thought that his originally huge tribe of nearly five million people had been reduced to only two million people due to the ravages of war and snow.
This is all his property, the source of his rights.
Now they are like grass, cut down piece by piece on the grassland, as cheap as dirt.
What makes Mo Wuyan even more chilling is that the Uke grassland where the Great Maotian appeared is only four to five thousand miles away from the grassland where he is now.
But now Da Maotian has appeared over there.
No one knows what this means better than him.
Because as early as a few years ago, before the weather started to change, even in the northern grasslands, big hairy days only appeared occasionally in the extreme north.
It is even more than a hundred thousand miles away from here.
But now, with the changes in the climate of heaven and earth, the big hairy sky that only appeared one hundred thousand miles away in the north has become only four to five thousand miles away.
If this development continues, I am afraid that within a year or two, the grasslands here will also be swallowed up by the big hairy sky.
And the habitat that his Canglang tribe had finally captured after bloody battles would turn into ice and snow again.
"No wonder the Tieli tribe gave up the Wulan Grassland so happily after only one million people died. It seems that they already knew that this place would not last long."
Mo Wuyan thought of the terrible scene of his tribe being swallowed up by the big hairy sky, and he couldn't help gritting his teeth: "Great Wizard, we can't stay here for long, the big hairy sky is pressing harder and harder.
Our Canglang tribe will rest here for the winter and wait for the subsequent tribes to arrive.
Then he said that in the early summer of next year, when the water and grass were plentiful and the horses were fattened up, I would lead the 500,000 iron cavalry and chase the iron troops southward.
Didn't he retreat to the south?
Further south from the southern grassland is the land of Kyushu, Yanzhou.
I heard that the people who live in the land specially cultivated are extremely rich, the food they grow is endless, and the gold and silver treasures they gather can pile up into mountains.
The Iron Tribe had occupied large areas of land there and plundered millions of slaves.
We, the Canglang Tribe, will also seize these wealth, and I, Mo Wuyan, must have a share of that warm land. "
Speaking of the south, Mo Wuyan's eyes showed a trace of heat.
Although he grew up on the grassland, the land called Kyushu in the far south of the grassland was often mentioned by traveling traders from the tribe.
In the descriptions of those businessmen, Kyushu was a paradise with endless food, endless gold and silver, and the richest place in the world.
Every time he heard these legends, his heart felt extremely hot.
It's a pity that his tribe at that time was tens of thousands of miles away from the south, separated by large grassland tribes one after another.
If he wants to lead his tribe to the south to plunder and conquer, he must first defeat these large grassland tribes.
But that would be too difficult and impossible to do.
So in the end I could only think about it in my heart.
But now it is different.
After the tribe had suffered millions of casualties, he had dragged countless warriors to the edge of the southern grasslands, only a few thousand miles away from Yanzhou further south.
From spring to summer next year, he only needs to ride a strong horse and run south for a month to enter the legendary rich land.
At that time, the endless food and endless gold and silver can be plundered with the knives and swords in hand.
"Don't worry, Khan. I will lead a group of wizards to pray for the tribe in front of the wolf."
The great wizard heard Mo Wuyan's words and replied solemnly.
…
Wei State, Yecheng.
Compared with the grasslands in the north that are ravaged by the Great Maotian, Yecheng, located in the north of Kyushu, in the land of Yanzhou, although it is also cold and covered with ice and snow, the climate is indeed much warmer.
At the very least, there has never been any bad news here. At most, there is news that the house was crushed, and dozens or hundreds of people died.
For the Wei State, which has eleven counties and a population of 30 million, this is not worth mentioning at all.
Compared with the snow disaster, the barbaric disaster caused by the tribes migrating from the northern grasslands and herdsmen caused more headaches for the Wei people.
Fortunately, as the overlord of the world, Wei State had strong martial arts and had two million soldiers. Even though the barbarians on the grassland were extremely fierce, they could not cause any trouble under Wei's weapons.
Over the years, waves of herdsmen moved southward one after another, but eventually they fell by the tens of millions under the border towns of the northern border of the Wei Dynasty, never being able to cross the border.
The Kingdom of Wei is still as stable as Mount Tai.
"Your Majesty, news came from Jiuyuan City in the north. Tie Li, Prime Minister Gao, Murong and other troops were once again frustrated in their southward march. General Zhenbei killed 700,000 enemies and lost 150,000 troops. A great victory in the north!"
In the palace, some ministers came quickly to deliver the good news.
"Okay, Feng Chang is worthy of being the pillar of our Northern Wei Kingdom. Under his rule over the years, tens of millions of barbarians have been unable to leap across the border, so I have no worries."
When the current Emperor Yue Yuhong of the Wei Dynasty heard the good news, he couldn't help laughing and felt happy.
After he was overjoyed, he turned his head, looked at the ministers sitting below, and said: "My lords, now that the worries in the north have been resolved, the grassland barbarians have been hit hard and are temporarily unable to go south. About the envoy from Chu. , what do you think of the proposed north-south joint attack on Zhou?"
Yue Yuhong looked at the ministers of His Highness, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
