Major decisions are not easy to make.
Mahamu was worried, and by migrating further, he might be able to avoid attacks from the Ming Dynasty and preserve his ethnic group, but he might also encounter attacks from other forces and countries.
The world is so vast, but the Mongolian grasslands belong to the Mongols. To the north and northwest are the territories of other ethnic groups.
Wala can grab the land, but it is still unknown whether it can be stable there for a long time. Moreover, the colder it gets as you go north, it is still uncertain whether there is a place for grazing cattle and horses.
Go northwest, you need to have a conflict with the Blue Tent Han Kingdom. If the Ming Dynasty does something bad and unites with Timurid and Blue Tent Han Kingdom, using the main force in the Western Xinjiang or the Pass, the destruction of Navarre is almost certain.
The pain of high-level decision-making is often little known.
Faced with this situation, the soldiers and herdsmen jumped out excitedly, either supporting the migration, or unwilling to abandon their homes and wanting to stay.
The considerations they make when making choices are emotional, either uneasy, angry, or hesitant.
As for Wala's senior management, what they need is rationality, strategic and overall considerations.
Is migration feasible? Is there any way out?
Is it possible to surrender? Is there a future?
Are there any other options? Find the best solution.
At night when Mahamu couldn't sleep, Tupolo found Henji.
Yanji looked at the bald Polo who had taken off his hat, with a cold expression on his face: "I am an unlucky widow. You come here in the middle of the night, aren't you afraid of getting into trouble?"
Tuboluo laughed and said, "Henji, you are indeed pretty. If all the men who touched you hadn't died, I would have wanted to snatch you away. It's a pity that I cherish my life and don't want to die too early. I came here presumptuously,
I just hope you can point out a clear path for Wala. "
Yanji relaxed and saw that Tupolo was covering himself tightly, and he understood in a blink of an eye: "So, Mahamu and Taiping have made a decision and want the whole clan to migrate, but you insist on staying. ?」
Tupolo shook his head: "Taiping is already preparing for the migration. Mahamu has not made up his mind. He is now in conflict and hesitation. However, I think it won't take too long before he will make a decision." Hen Ji, you are a woman on the grassland. Your father, your men, including your children, are all people on the grassland. The people you care about are buried on the grassland. You are willing to abandon the grassland and go to a strange place. Will you never come back for the rest of your life?"
As Yan Ji recalled the past, shadows flashed through his mind.
Love it, hate it.
White snow, red clothes, and black blood.
Born in the grassland, grew up in the grassland.
After death, shouldn't it be left to the grassland? If the soul is here, where can the body go?
Yanji took a deep breath and said slowly: "Do you want to surrender to the Ming Dynasty?"
Tupolo nodded solemnly: "First of all, what I abandoned during the migration was the grassland, the place where I have lived for generations. I can't let go of it. Besides, the future of migration is not bright. Once we withdraw from this place, the Ming army will definitely follow and occupy it. It is foreseeable that the Ming army will catch up with Wala in the future."
"Secondly, surrendering to the Ming Dynasty can ensure the continuation of the tribe and the people. We stand around the campfire holding hands, isn't it just for the continuation of the tribe? Without the continuation of the tribe, everything is meaningless. All decisions we make need to be guaranteed first. Let the tribe survive.”
"Again, Daming
I have met Emperor Zhu Yunwen. Although he has the ambition to annex the world, he is also an emperor who pays attention to integrity and reason. As long as Wala obeys his arrangements, the tribe can continue. At most, it will be disintegrated and dispersed, like stars in the sky, scattered in various places. at. But the people of Wala are still there, and the power of Wala is still there. One day, if the Ming Dynasty is unkind, the people of Wala can still live together as a group, and they can still make a comeback! "
Yanji looked deeply at Tupolo and nodded slightly: "You are right. Even if the Ming Dynasty disintegrated the entire Oara, it does not mean that they gave up the grassland. The people of the Ming Dynasty can only farm, not herd. The people on the grassland The main force is still the Wala people. I agree with your decision and surrender to the Ming Dynasty. Just with the strength of you and me, it is not enough to affect Mahamu and Taiping."
He stood up and said seriously, "So, where is your wisdom?"
Yanji smiled sweetly, turned around charmingly, rummaged through a pile of debris and found a short knife one foot long, pulled it out, looked at it, and said softly: "Taiping wants to migrate. He wants to move at this time." The loudest voice. Only by telling him to shut up can the entire Oara tribe stay here."
Tupolo frowned and said, "If we take action to eliminate Taiping, won't the Kereti tribe rebel in an instant?"
"What are you thinking? Taiping is one of the leaders of Oara, and he is also the leader of the Kelieti tribe. No matter what we do, we cannot attack him. This is related to the internal stability of Oara."
Yan Ji was angry, his autumn eyes were shining with light.
Taking Tupolo back a step, I have to say that this woman is quite tempting: "Then who do you expect to take action?"
Yan Ji chuckled and said, "This kind of thing naturally requires
Leave it to outsiders. You should also have heard the news that Hu Hui’s envoy is about to return to the Ming Dynasty. Whether it is out of etiquette or self-protection, Mahamu, Taiping and you will see Hu Hui off, and here At a farewell party..."
Tupolo was shocked. This was killing someone with a borrowed knife. This woman was indeed a troublemaker: "Hu Ming may not agree. Once he takes action, he may not be able to go back!"
Yan Ji Yingying smiled and said: "There is no reason why he can't agree. If he lives, then he will be the Ban Dingyuan of the Ming Dynasty. If he dies, he will also be a hero of the Ming Dynasty. Life and death are extremely glorious things for him. He can refuse ?"
Tupolo was still a little worried: "Having said that, you don't know Hu Xi's status in the Ming Dynasty. He was the director of the Imperial College. This status is very unusual. If he died in Oara, the Ming Dynasty will definitely record their hatred. On Wala, until then..."
Henji stepped forward and handed the short knife to Tuboluo: "At that time, the heads of the Keliyiti tribe will be used to atone for sins. It has nothing to do with your Huite tribe or the Choros tribe. Besides, if there is peace, If you die in an accident, the Kelie Yiti tribe may not necessarily lose control. You must know that Taiping also has a son named Nie Liehu. He is seventeen this year. He is a close friend of A Zhai and comes to my place from time to time... "
Tupolo looked at Henji in fear and said in disbelief: "You, you actually hooked up with the Son of Taiping?"
Yanji's face turned cold slightly, and his eyes became sharp: "Do you think you have to sell your body to deal with a seventeen-year-old, vigorous man? Only if you can't get the bald boluo can a person give up.
I am a woman, if I want to live, and if my son wants to live, all they can rely on is my beauty and scheming! "
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