The dim moonlight slowly fell below the horizon, and the golden light of the morning sun gradually pierced the morning fog. A gentle breeze blew by, and the crystal dewdrops slowly dripped from the withered yellow weeds, reflecting the white camp. A stream of smoke slowly rises in the dark sky and earth.
In the camp, the cow dung that had been burned all night has gradually extinguished, and the smell is filling the air. The hard-working prairie girls have already stood up, put on their thick fur coats, and started preparing breakfast for the family.
"Dad, the salt is gone again." A woman whose face was covered with traces of time gently pushed the sleeping prairie man.
"Didn't I just exchange the leather for two pieces?" The prairie man who was pushed awake was obviously a little unhappy, with a bit of impatience in his rough voice.
"With so many people in the house, two pieces of salt are no longer necessary. And those two pieces of salt are so small." Listening to her husband's words, the prairie woman felt aggrieved in her heart. Fortunately, the wind in the prairie had already blown away the tears in the woman's heart. Done. If this little thing made her cry, the woman would have died of dehydration in this cruel grassland.
"Hey..." The man finally woke up. Hearing the grievance in his wife's tone, and thinking of the two small pieces of salt he had brought back a few days ago, the man could only sigh softly. But it’s a fine old wolfskin!
"Should we ask the leader to exchange for a few more pieces? Without salt, he won't have the strength to work." Seeing that her husband was silent, the wife had to remind her. After all, there were still a few skins at home. If they were gone, they could hunt again. , but salt is indispensable.
"Wait a minute, we will soon reach Zhao's territory. If we can capture it, we won't be short of salt for several years. Just bear with it for the next few days." After thinking for a while, the man still didn't want to take advantage of the leader. Now I'm afraid I won't be able to get a piece of good leather in exchange for a piece of salt, so I might as well wait.
"But, every year they say it will be great if we conquer it, but we never see when it will be conquered!" My wife is still a little worried. In the past few years, she has followed Shan Yu to visit Zhao Guoren several times, but never... I have never entered the city of Zhao State.
The grassland woman took a look at the city from a distance. What a magnificent building it was. Could it be built by manpower? My wife has always expressed doubts about breaking into such a towering building.
"We haven't beaten him yet. Didn't the leader share the salt with us?!" As he spoke, the husband finally got up and said calmly while putting a fur coat on himself.
"That's true, but since we obviously didn't capture it, where did this salt come from?" The woman on the grassland was a little confused.
"Where else can it come from? It belongs to the tribe that was crippled by the Zhao people. Not only the salt, but also the cattle and sheep... were all divided. The Shanyu tribe got the most, so we also divided some. Salt." The man approached his wife and whispered.
That's right, the reason why the barbarians have been going south for years is not only to conquer Zhao's cities, but also to consume the population of the grasslands to complete the redistribution of grassland resources, so that the barbarians in the grasslands can survive the difficult winter.
The old people who cannot provide productivity will be the first batch of cannon fodder to be consumed, followed by the weak small tribes. When the prime men in the tribe are exhausted, what is left is the spoils of other tribes.
Yes, it's the spoils of war, including but not limited to women and children no taller than a wheel, as well as various cattle, sheep, salt, etc. This is the rule of the grassland - natural selection, survival of the strong.
"Ah...but, what if we..." The wife had obviously realized something, and couldn't help but worry about her husband. If the backbone of the family fell, what would be the fate that awaited her and her children? How miserable, maybe no different from the group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered in the back pen.
"Don't worry, our tribe has more than 2,000 households and two thousand-man teams!" The man shook the woman's hand, showing a rare tenderness.
yes! The two thousand-man troops are already a medium-sized tribe on the grassland, and they are also a considerable force. Even a Chanyu will not easily control his own tribe.
But the man knew better that the number of prairie men who fell under that giant city was not just a thousand, but ten thousand! Two thousand-man teams are only a day or two's consumption.
"It's better to change some." Although the woman felt sorry for her leather, she still had the courage to say, "If you don't have the strength on the battlefield."
There is no need to say the rest of the words. Of course the man understands what his wife means.
This damn war! If only Zhao Ren could... Some thoughts that shouldn't have appeared in the man's mind, but he was quickly strangled in the cradle by himself.
"Okay!" The man nodded, agreeing with his wife's idea.
Turning around, the man started rummaging through the boxes in the corner - the most precious leathers must be placed in the most appropriate place. It's a pity that no matter how perfect a place is, it can't withstand the devastation of a war.
Regardless of whether they are active or passive, the unlucky ones in war are always the people at the bottom. This is true in ancient and modern times.
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Not long after, the heavy door curtain was opened by a big hand that had gone through many changes, and the cold wind blew into the tent. The burly man immediately showed his undue agility and got out of the tent in a blink of an eye. After entering the tent, the heavy curtain was immediately lowered.
The prairie man standing outside the tent gently stroked the oily wolf skin in his hand again. His eyes were full of reluctance, but there was nothing he could do about it no matter how reluctant he was. Compared to a piece of skin, the home behind him was the most important thing. .
The man knew very well that once he fell, this family would cease to exist. Thinking of his wife and the thriving children who shared the joys and sorrows, the man finally exhaled a long breath, as if he had made up his mind, and moved toward He walked over to the center of the camp.
The whistling north wind kept blowing in the man's ears. Even though he had put on his fur coat, the biting north wind still found its way into the gap in his neck. Involuntarily, the man curled up his neck and struggled towards The leader's tent advanced.
However, after taking a few steps, the man noticed something unusual.
The whistling north wind brought not only the coldness of the grassland, but also bursts of thunder-like sounds.
Looking up at the sky that is gradually brightening, golden light is about to pierce the sky. This is obviously not raining weather!
wait wait wait......
The prairie man seemed to suddenly realize something and quickly looked towards the way he came.
I saw that on the vast skyline, the brilliant golden light had disappeared, replaced by a black line, an increasingly thick, boundless, black line.
This rolling thunderous sound!
In addition to the early warning from heaven, it will only suddenly appear when those thousands of horses are galloping.
People from other tribes? It shouldn’t be. Except for Shan Yu’s headquarters, even the tribes of the wise kings on the left and right can’t gather so many troops and horses! How could Shanyu's headquarters appear here?
Could it be that Zhao Jun is here? The man on the grassland was a little unbelievable: But this is the grassland! Although it is not deep in the grassland, it is not close. What's more, there is King Zuo Xian's army ahead. King Zuo Xian's envoy only came the day before yesterday to urge the Overheads to set off and fight with them!
How could Zhao's army appear at the door of his tribe?
After a brief period of confusion, the prairie man quickly woke up and ran frantically towards his tent. The man knows very well: Where does this boundless army come from? The Shan Yu or the Zhao State are obviously coming with bad intentions.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" The man shouted while running!
Unfortunately, although the man's voice was not quiet, the snoring in most tents was even louder. Coupled with the obstruction of the thick tents, the man's voice was not enough to wake everyone up.
The few barbarians who had already stood up heard the man's shouts and thought he was talking nonsense. After all, in this grassland, there are no enemies. The former enemies have either moved into the tribe, or they have long since become fertilizer for the grassland.
The man couldn't care so much, so he hurried towards home. Others could care less, but his family could not be abandoned. While swinging his hands, the smooth and furry wolfskin that men cherished was ruthlessly thrown away into the whistling north wind.
"Quick, quick!" The out-of-breath man tore open his tent, picked up the sleeping child with one hand, and pulled his wife who was still cooking with the other hand, saying: "Quickly, the enemy is coming. Here! So many enemies!"
"What?" The wife was still a little confused.
"Daddy." The sleeping child was also awakened by his father's rude behavior.
"There's no time, come with me! The tribe is over!" The man didn't have time to learn more, so he hugged the child and pulled his wife to go outside.
The stunned wife, before she could figure out what was going on, was almost pulled to the door of the tent. The other hand that was not held by her husband was reaching for a small box in the tent, which belonged to the whole family. His savings and fine leathers were all placed in it. Chinese website
It's a pity that although the man on the grassland has been running hard, it has already consumed too much time from outside the leader's tent to his own tent. Coupled with the greedy pull of the woman, the speed naturally slowed down.
Everything, between running and pulling, is completely irreversible! Of course, maybe even without the greedy pull of women, men would actually have no chance of escaping and ascending to heaven.
At this time, at the gate of the tribal camp, there was the buzzing of crossbows, the clanking of swords, the neighing and hoofbeats of war horses, and the wails of barbarians!
Zhao Ren is really here!
With endless anger and the strongest combat power, riding on a tall horse, they came in a mighty manner!
After crossing thousands of mountains and rivers, we came to the grassland and wantonly slaughtered the former masters of the grassland - the Hu people!
Just like decades ago, the man known as King Wuling of Zhao led the Zhao cavalry through thousands of miles of grassland. Now the nightmare of the Hu people has come again.
However, the man leading this Zhao Jun cavalry was named Zhao Kuo!
