Chapter 17 is a mess no matter how you calculate it
"Ouch!"
Jiannu Jiala, who was puffing his chest in the cold wind, waved his arms. , then, hundreds of horsemen poured out from behind the hillock, mobilized their war horses, and poured down from the hilltop like a flood, heading straight towards the Mongolian camp under the hilltop.
The sound of war horses trampling the ground finally alerted the shepherds. Amidst the barking of dogs, they rushed out of the yurt one after another, untied the war horses in a noisy manner, and without even having time to install the saddles, they rode bareback horses to face Jiannu. The cavalry rushed over.
Some older Mongolians shouted the names of their tribes loudly, hoping to be heard by the other party that they were Mongolians who had surrendered and were not rebels.
Unfortunately, their voices were weak and almost non-existent in the noise.
Any understanding Mongolian should know that when the cavalry begins to charge, it means that the war has begun.
At this time, whether you surrender or fight, the result is the same.
The steel knife cut open the body, and blood flowed out. As soon as it hit the ground, it was frozen into a piece of red crystal. The broken arm and fallen head soon became sculptures.
The tribe with less than 200 people was the opponent of the 500-man slave cavalry. These Mongols only blocked the pace of the horses for a moment, and they were already dead and wounded.
Those who fled died faster than those who fought. Some Jiannu cavalry wearing leather clothes and holding bows and arrows slowly walked out of the cold mist like devils. The Mongolians who tried to escape had no time to be surprised. When he screamed, an arrow pierced his chest.
A Han Chinese-looking knight with a smooth forehead and a tuft of hair on the back of his head walked past the shirtless Jia La and said humbly: "Lord Zhuo La, kill these small tribes. Why are you here? There is no wealth, no beauty, and no wine that you like!"
Jia La turned his head and smiled at the Han man: "My brothers haven't killed anyone for a long time, they can't forget it! They have mastered this craft."
The Han laughed and said, "I see they are not slacking off in their craftsmanship."
Zhuo Luo sneered and said, "What do you know, Ake." Dun, Hukabu, you two stupid mules won’t be able to take action when you see the kid?”
Two Jiannu cavalry who were hesitant to face a Mongolian woman holding a young child heard this. Jia La was shouting, and without saying a word, two short spears pierced the woman's chest, impaling her and the baby together.
The child's deafening howl suddenly stopped, and his little body fell to the ground along with his mother.
When Zhuo Lu passed by two subordinates, he slapped them twice on the shoulders and said: "Well done, that's how it should be. Mongolians who don't kill are timid, and they don't know." We are powerful, fight well, and you will become His Majesty's Batulu in the future."
The body lying on the ground was dragged away by the neck by the Jiannu cavalry, and Zhuo Luo walked into the largest room. tent.
OneA woman huddled in the innermost part of the yurt and cried sadly.
Zhuo Luo frowned and said: "Bake milk tea!"
The Mongolian woman was like a frightened bird, adding some cow dung to the brazier and adding milk to the iron pot. For good butter tea, just squat by the brazier and wait for the tea to boil.
Zhuo Luo pinched the Mongolian woman's chin with his hand, glanced at Bao Chengxian, who followed him in, and said: "I have military orders and you are not allowed to get close to women. This woman is good, and it belongs to you."
Bao Chengxian nodded quickly. If he didn't want this Mongolian woman, Zhuo Luo's next move would be to chop off the woman's head.
"I can give you women, I can also give you money. You must give me the food your Majesty wants!"
Bao Chengxian smiled bitterly and said: "Sir, food must come from the ground. It takes time. There will definitely be no food to offer to Your Majesty within a year or two." Zhuo Luo was silent for a moment and said, "Is there any other way to get food quickly?"
Bao Chengxian shook his head and said: "Our place is getting colder and colder. Even sorghum refuses to grow well. The masters in Shengjing have thought about ways to get food countless times.
Finally it came down to the basics, we need to farm."
Zhuo Luo raised his head and looked at the snowflakes falling in from the gap on the yurt tip, and said with some emotion: "We used to. There is no need to farm, just hunting can make you full."
Bao Chengxian saw that the Mongolian woman's hands were shaking so much that he took the teapot and poured a bowl of butter tea for Zhuo Luo, and also poured a bowl for himself. , smiled and said to the Mongolian woman: "Don't be afraid, bring us some tsampa."
After the Mongolian woman left tremblingly, he said to Zhuo Luo: "My Lord's tribe has How many people?"
Zhuo Luo snorted: "Seven hundred people!"
Bao Chengxian nodded and said: "It's already a big tribe."
Zhuo Lu said: "I know your Majesty's difficulties. Now there are 150,000 people in Shengjing alone."
Bao Chengxian smiled and said: "Have you ever thought about why your tribe can only Seven hundred people?"
Zhuo Luo took a sip of butter tea and said calmly: "That old forest can't support more people."
"That's the truth, I guess. My mentor Ning Wan once calculated that the population of a tribe in the old forest should not exceed a thousand. Once it exceeds a thousand, the prey in the forest will move away or even become extinct.
So, if a tribe eats up all of them. The wild beasts in the forest can only go deeper into the forest to hunt. As time goes by, the tribe will need to migrate.
As a result, the tribe will not be stable. Once it is not stable, it will affect the birth of children. In the end, the power of the tribe gradually weakened.
An experience summed up by my mentor is that those who hunt are not as good as those who herd, and those who herd are not as good as those who farm. This is why we in the Qing Dynasty are not as wealthy as the Mongols. It’s even less wealthy than the Ming Dynasty.”
Zhuo Luo patted Bao Chengxian on the shoulder and said: "Yes, that's the truth. We must invade the Ming Dynasty, get us more food and wealth, and raise more children, so that we can keep the people of the Ming Dynasty captive like our ancestors." Come and farm for us."
Bao Chengxian smiled and took a sip of hot butter tea and said to Zhuo Luo: "If you want to get food immediately, you can take your brothers to Zhangjiakou, where there are Countless big merchants should be able to get enough food."
Zhuo Luo shook his head and said: "When I came, your majesty told me that I was not allowed to plunder Zhangjiakou. When I went to the Ming Dynasty to declare greatness, we were only allowed to use Guihua City as our starting point to grow food."
Bao Chengxian wondered why Zhangjiakou could not be plundered.
It is easy to understand that they cannot march towards Xuanda. There are a large number of Ming troops stationed in Datong and Xuanfu, and Zhuo Luo's small force is not enough to take advantage of it.
However, Zhangjiakou has not been taken seriously by the Ming army in recent years. The defensive force there is very weak, the population is large, and there are many merchants. Why can't they plunder it?
Although it was strange, Bao Cheng seemed unwilling to mention Zhangjiakou when he saw Zhuo Lu, so he never mentioned the matter.
"Which tribe do you want to start with, Barik, Yaoergan, Ukel, Kru, and Duoyan?"
The Mongolian woman sent Zan. Bao Chengxian and Zhuo Lu were chatting while rubbing the tsampa with their hands.
Zhuo Luo raised his head and looked at the Mongolian woman who shrank into the corner again and said, "Hey, woman, which tribe among these five tribes is the richest?"
The woman quickly raised her head and whispered. Said: "I used to be the richest in the Kru tribe, but after being robbed by the Duoyan tribe, I became the richest in the Duoyan tribe."
Zhuo Luo smiled and threw a piece of meat bone to the Mongolian woman , seeing the woman holding the food carefully, he said to Bao Chengxian with satisfaction: "Then destroy the Duoyan tribe first, and the other tribes should be obedient."
Bao Chengxian smiled and said: "I asked when I came here. The Duoyan tribe is the enemy of the other four tribes, and it is also the most ferocious tribe.
Shepherds all know how to keep a dog to guard the sheep, why can't we How about raising a vicious dog to herd cattle and sheep?
Zhuo Luo frowned and said: "The Golden Buddha disappeared in Duoyan Department.
Bao Chengxian shook his head and said: "The Mongols dare not rob the Great Lama of Morgan, let alone the golden statue of Mahakala Buddha. The only people who can do this are the Han people in Zhangjiakou."
My mentor also visited Master Morgan. According to what he said, it was indeed a young Mingguo man named Wang who robbed him.
So, the robbery of the Golden Buddha should have nothing to do with the Duoyan tribe. "
Zhuo Luo snorted and said: "It was not the Zhangjiakou people who robbed it. The Wang family in Zhangjiakou would never do such a thing. "
Bao Chengxian glanced at Zhuo La in surprise again, lowered his head and said softly: "My mentor said that using the Duoyan tribe to rule the other four tribes is the best choice. ”
Zhuo Lu dropped the wooden bowl in his hand and took Bao ChengxianHe rolled out the yurt, lowered the door curtain and said, "I'll borrow your woman first!"