Chapter 17: No matter how you calculate it, it's a mess

"Ao ha!"

Jiannu Jiala, who was raising his chest in the cold wind, waved his arms, and then hundreds of cavalry rushed out from behind the mountain bag and instigated war horses. The flood poured down from the mountain bag and rushed straight to the Mongolian camp under the mountain bag.

The movement of war horses trampling on the earth finally alarmed the shepherds. As the dog barked, they rushed out of the yurt and untied the war horses in a mess. They didn't even have time to install the saddle, so they rode a light-backed horse and rushed towards the Jiannu cavalry.

Some older Mongolians shouted loudly about the names of their tribes, hoping to let the other party hear that their group of people were Mongolians who had surrendered, not rebels.

Unfortunately, their voices were so weak that they almost didn't exist in the noise.

As long as you are a clear Mongol, you should know that when the cavalry starts charging, it means that the war has begun.

At this time, whether you surrender or fight, the result will be the same.

The steel knife cuts the **, and blood flows out. As soon as it falls to the ground, it is frozen into a piece of red crystal. The broken arms and the falling head are quickly turned into sculptures.

A tribe with less than 200 people was an opponent of the Jiannu cavalry of 500 people. These Mongols were killed or injured after just blocking the pace of the war horses.

The escaped people died faster than the ones who fought. Some Jiannu cavalry wearing leather jackets and holding bows and arrows slowly walked out of the cold fog like a devil. The Mongolians who were trying to escape were not too late to scream and were pierced through their chests by feather arrows.

A knight with a bare forehead and a bunch of hair behind his head walked past Jiala, who was wearing his upper body and said humbly: "Master Zhuo, why did you kill these small tribes? There is no wealth, no beauties, and no wine you like!"

Jiala turned his head and smiled at the Han man, "My brothers haven't killed anyone for a long time, and they cannot forget this craft."

The Han people laughed and said, "I think their skills have not been relaxed."

Zhuo sneered and said, "What do you know, Akdun, Hukabu, do you two mules can't do anything when you see the little cub?"

Two Jiannu cavalrymen who were hesitant in front of a Mongolian woman holding a child heard Jiala shouting, and without saying a word, two short spears pierced the woman's chest and put her together with the child.

The child's shook the sky and howled abruptly, and his small body fell to the ground with his mother.

When Zhuo passed by his two subordinates, he slapped them twice on the shoulder and said, "Good example, this is how it should be. The Mongols who don't kill are frightened. They don't know how powerful we are. If you fight well, you will become His Majesty's Batulu in the future."

The corpse that fell to the ground was dragged away by the Jiannu cavalry, and Zhuo walked into the largest tent.

A woman curled up in the innermost part of the yurt and cried sadly.

Zhuo frowned and said, "Burn milk tea!"

The Mongolian woman, like a frightened bird, added some cow dung to the brazier and added beaten butter tea to the iron pot. She squatted on the edge of the brazier and waited for the tea to boil.

Zhuo pinched the Mongolian woman's chin with his hand and glanced at Bao Chengxian who was following him and said, "We are in charge of our military orders and cannot get close to women. This woman is good, it belongs to you."

Bao Chengxian nodded quickly. If he didn't want this Mongolian woman, Zhuo's next move would be to cut off the woman's head.

"I can give you women, and I can give you money, and you must give me the food your Majesty wants!"

Bao Chengxian smiled bitterly and said, "Sir, food needs to grow from the ground, it takes time. There is absolutely no food to offer to Your Majesty within one or two years."

Zhuo 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 is unwilling to grow well. The masters of Shengjing have thought about how to get food countless times.

In the end, it still falls to the point where we need to farm.”

Zhuo raised his head and looked at the snowflakes falling from the gap in the yurt spire, and said with some emotion: "We didn't need to farm before, we could eat enough just by hunting."

Seeing that the Mongolian woman's hands were shaking so hard, Bao Chengxian took the teapot and poured a bowl of butter tea for Zhuo, and also poured a bowl of himself. He smiled and said to the Mongolian woman, "Don't be afraid, bring us some tsampa."

When the Mongolian woman left tremblingly, he said to Zhuo: "How many people are there in the tribe of the Lord?"

Zhuo snorted, "Seven hundred people!"

Bao Chengxian nodded and said, "It's already a big tribe."

Zhuo said: "I know your Majesty's difficulties. Now there are 150,000 people in Shengjing alone."

Bao Chengxian smiled and said, "Have you ever wondered why your tribe can only have seven hundred people?"

Zhuo took a sip of butter tea and said lightly: "That old forest cannot support more people."

"This is the truth. My teacher Ning Wan once calculated that the tribes in the old forest cannot have a population of 1,000. Once they exceed 1,000, the prey in the forest will move and even become extinct.

Therefore, if a tribe eats up all the beasts in the forest, it can only go deeper into the forest to hunt. Over time, the tribe needs to migrate.

In this way, the tribe cannot be stable. Once it cannot be stable, it will affect the birth of the child and eventually the tribe's power will gradually weaken.

An experience my mentor summed up is that it is better to hunt than to grazing, and it is better to farm. This is why our Qing Dynasty is not as rich as the Mongolians, and even less wealthy as the Ming Dynasty.”

Zhuo patted Bao Chengxian on the shoulder and said, "Yes, this is the reason. We must enter the Ming Kingdom, get more food and wealth for us, and raise more children in order to raise Ming people in captivity to farm for us like our ancestors."

Bao Chengxian smiled and took a sip of hot butter tea and said to Zhuo: "If you want to get the food immediately, you can take your brothers to Zhangjiakou. There are countless big merchants there, and you should be able to get enough food."

Zhuo shook his head and said, "When I came, Your Majesty told me that I was not allowed to rob Zhangjiakou, nor did I go to Xuanda, Ming Dynasty. We were only allowed to use Guihua City as the starting point to grow food."

Bao Chengxian was very surprised why he could not rob Zhangjiakou.

It is easy to understand that you cannot advance to Xuanda. There are a large number of Ming troops stationed in the Xuanfu Datong area, and Zhuo's troops are insufficient.

Zhangjiakou has not been valued by the Ming army over the years. The defense power there is very weak, with a large population and many merchants. Why can't we rob it?

Although it was strange, Bao Chengxianjian Zhuo seemed unwilling to mention Zhangjiakou again, so he never mentioned this matter.

"Barrick, young man, Ukr, Kru, and Duoyan, these five adults want to start with which tribe?"

The Mongolian woman brought tsampa, and Bao Chengxian and Zhuo kneaded the tsampa with their hands while chatting.

Zhuo raised his head and looked at the Mongolian woman who had retracted into the corner and said, "Hey, woman, which tribe is the richest in these five tribes?"

The woman quickly raised her head and whispered: "In the past, it was the richest man in the Kru tribe, but after being robbed by the Duoyan tribe, it became the richest man in the Duoyan tribe."

Zhuo smiled and threw a piece of flesh and bone to the Mongolian woman. Seeing the woman holding it carefully, he said to Bao Chengxian with satisfaction: "Then destroy the Duoyan branch first, and the other few pieces should be obedient."

Bao Chengxian smiled and said, "I asked when I came that the Duoyan tribe was the enemy of the other four tribes, and it was also the most fierce tribe.

Shepherds who grazed sheep know that they had a dog to take care of the sheep. Why can’t we raise a vicious dog to grazle cattle and sheep?

Zhuo frowned and said, "The Golden Buddha disappeared from Duoyan's tribe."

Bao Chengxian shook his head and said, "The Mongols dare not rob the Melgen Lama, and they dare not rob the golden statue of Mahagalav. Only the Han people in Zhangjiakou can do this.

My mentor also visited Master Melgen. According to what he said, it was indeed a young Ming-native named Wang who robbed him.

Therefore, the incident of the Golden Buddha being robbed should have nothing to do with the Duoyan tribe."

Zhuo groaned: "It was not robbed by people from Zhangjiakou. People from Zhangjiakou surnamed Wang would never do such a thing."

Bao Chengxian looked at Zhuo 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."
Chapter completed!