Chapter 1,334 Ah! I’m going to kill you with a sledgehammer!
"Wushu! You stupid head! What are you doing?..."
"Ah? Aguda! I'm cutting horse meat! It's the one I killed... This tribe is so poor that they have nothing but people and dogs... According to the rules, this dead horse is my trophy.
!I have to carry more meat back and eat it for two days..."
"Damn it! Damn it! Wushu, a good horse was killed by you with a hammer! Are you still happy to eat meat?... Come over here to help and tie up these prisoners! Look at what these ship-making tribes are doing
They’re tied up! They tied up well, much better than you and the beggar!…”
"Uh...Aguda, are you bringing back so many prisoners? Are you going to kill all the old and seriously injured ones against the rules? If you take them back, won't there be enough food for the winter?..."
"Haha! You stupidly asked the captain to ask for them! They want the old and the injured! They promised to bring good things and exchange for more prisoners... Let them take them back! Anyway, we don't need to raise them..."
"Ah! This leader of the ship always has strange thoughts... Is he a half-crazy 'forest shaman' who can predict the future of the tribe? These armored ship warriors are all real
They can fight and are very durable. They have very good armor, and I am drooling just looking at it! ...There are so many warriors following a leader who cannot fight. After thinking about it, the only possibility is that of a shaman.
ah!…"
"...Shut up and come here to kidnap the prisoners!..."
"...Yes, Aguda!..."
The snow fell in the forest, covering the corpses of those who died in the battle. The Maha tribe and the kingdom's warriors worked together to destroy and capture the tribe heading south in a vigorous raid at dawn. The coalition forces only killed two Mahars in the battle.
A dozen of the warriors, including the kingdom's warriors, were slightly injured. As for the nearly 100 people from the Nanxia tribe, a dozen of the resisting warriors died in the battle, and the remaining 80 people were all made prisoners.
According to the traditions of various tribes, old and seriously injured prisoners are usually screened out and killed as soon as possible to avoid wasting food. Young and strong women who can bear children will be directly regarded as members of the new tribe, and very soon
She will soon be pregnant with a child. As for the remaining young warriors, they will become tribe slaves and will eventually be absorbed by the tribe through a process similar to "making an eagle".
This kind of absorption and integration of Jurchen tribes is actually much gentler than the brutal annexation of Mongolian tribes on the grassland. After all, in the vast dense forests and swamps, human beings are also a precious asset, and are often even the most precious.
The tribes of women who are migrating and fighting have no time to kill the "man higher than the wheel" and wait for the next generation to grow up again.
"Ouch! Ouch!..."
"Take it away! Take it all away! Pack up everything that can be used and carry it away! ...Take their stupid dogs away too! You are so stupid, you run out and come back..."
"Witness the Lord God! Aguda, some of the prisoners were too seriously injured and couldn't walk!..."
"...? If you can't leave, kill me! Zu, what do you want from me?..."
"I've had these prisoners bandaged. Wouldn't it be a waste of precious herbs to kill them?... Aguda, uncle, my brother! I'm here to borrow your horse and carry these prisoners away!"
"...No borrowing!..."
"I'll bring you something to change! I'll give it to you when we get to the camp!..."
"…nice one?"
Maha Aguda hesitated for a while and finally nodded.
"Okay! But you can't let you pull the horse. It has to be held by my people! If you, the boat driver, cheat my horse away, I will never end it with you!..."
The sun rose and shone on the camp by the river. It was already empty. The Maha tribe did not select and execute the prisoners, but took away all the eighty prisoners in one go. Because there was a "big dog owner"
", and promised to round up all the prisoners they didn't want, and also offered benefits.
The tumultuous tribal team, walking in the swirling snowflakes, slowly returned to the Maha tribe in the south. It was not until two days later that a team of nearly two hundred people returned to the heavily guarded gathering place with their dogs, horses and prisoners.
son.
When the tribe goes on an expedition, it is also when the tribe camp is at its weakest. Basically all the old, weak, women and children will pick up weapons, be wary of enemy sneak attacks, and constantly pray in their hearts. In this vast northern land where fighting is endless, there are too many
Tribes are destroyed like this...
"Zu! Is this the good thing you said? An egg that can be planted?..."
"O Lord God! Aguda, this is a potato, a sacred potato! It is a cold-resistant crop that we brought from the distant Haidong! If you change the barnyard field into a potato field, next year's harvest will increase by ten...well, at least five times.
!…”
"What?! You can harvest five times more? This large field, planted with these potatoes, can feed one or two hundred people?..."
“The Lord God witnesses! Yes! That’s it!…”
"Really? Can this kind of 'egg' be grown?..."
"The Lord God testifies! We have planted it on the peninsula further north, and it will definitely survive! If you plant it in April next year when it is warmer, you should be able to harvest it in October in the fall! It will be the same as the tares you planted!..."
"..."
Maha Aguda's eyes widened, and he held a potato the size of a pigeon egg with his big hand like a cattail leaf fan and looked at it hard. He looked at it for a long time, the expression on his face was one of suspicion and serious thinking. After a while, he finally
asked seriously.
"Zu! This 'earth egg' you mentioned, does it have leaves? Can it be fed to horses?..."
"Aguda, it must be able to grow leaves. These are its rhizomes in the soil. They are somewhat poisonous and must be cooked before they can be eaten... As for feeding horses, I haven't tried it, and I don't know if it will work?..."
"Ancestor! This kind of 'local egg', does it need anyone to take care of it?..."
"Of course! Aguda, farming must take a lot of effort! You have to weed, water, and preferably add some fertilizer...but the harvest will be worth all the hard work and effort!..."
"Ancestor! Is the harvest of this kind of 'earth egg' really five times that of the barnyard field?..."
"Definitely! How much can we harvest from tares? Potatoes are at least five times as large, and if you plant them well, you can harvest even more!..."
"Ancestor! If this kind of 'earth egg' is flooded by summer floods, will it still be able to produce a harvest?..."
"This?... You can plant it in a high place, or dig a ditch... Potatoes are not afraid of drought, but they will be in big trouble if they are flooded... If they are flooded for a long time, they will die..."
“…”
Maha Aguda gradually narrowed his eyes, squeezed Xiaotuo's hand, and gradually increased his strength. Until a certain critical point, Xiaotuo suddenly "popped" flat, and Mahaa Guda directly squeezed it into a potato with one hand.
mud!…
"Ancestor! I'll give this 'bastard' back to you! I don't want it! Don't even think about taking this in exchange for the extra prisoners and cavalry!..."
"What? Aguda, you don't want such a good potato?!...Don't you believe me? The Lord God testifies! I will never lie to you!"
"I don't want it!... Even if the 'earth egg' is as good as you said... I don't want it! Let alone!!..."
Maha Aguda shook his head irritably, with a hint of cruelty on his face. He glared at Zuvalo fiercely, like an agitated and struggling bear, roaring angrily.
"Zu! You're fooling me! You're fooling the brown bear under the tree with the honey you can't touch on the tree!..."
"The tribe doesn't need to take care of these barnyard fields at all! It will grow by itself and be harvested in autumn! Even if it rains heavily and is flooded for two days, there will still be something left, which can at least be harvested and fed.
horse!…"
"But what if I plant crops instead, you idiot?...I have to send many people to work in the fields. I also have to pray to God not to flood, and I even have to build some canals...I have to send extra people to cut the grass.
, to make up for the loss of barnyard fields and feed the horses..."
"So, once I plant these soil eggs, I will keep the tribe busy for at least half a year, and then everyone will eagerly wait for the harvest! ... Everyone will be tied to this land! Even if something suddenly appears
Risks, when encountering powerful and hostile tribes, it is difficult for our tribe to choose to migrate and abandon this field!… Being unable to decisively migrate when danger comes, this is the most dangerous thing!…”
"And the large field of barnyard grass here can be like delicious honey, attracting our tribe of more than 200 people and destroying the local tribe... If we plant native eggs, what kind of slap will it really be?
The high yield is five fingers, five times the attractiveness!... Then, once the news spreads! Even those large tribes of thousands of people migrating south will probably rush to our door, fight and annex us
, came to snatch this good place!…”
"Damn! This is a trap! It's a trap that looks good, but is actually extremely dangerous! ... Zu! You gave me bait again and lured me into the trap! ... Ah!! I want to use a sledgehammer
Hammer you to death!!…”
“…!”
The whistling stone hammer struck head-on again! Zuvarro was stunned on the spot, unable to dodge or dodge, dumbfounded.