As May begins, the weather gradually becomes hotter.
The grasslands around Shule Town gradually regained their vitality, and herds of cattle and sheep strolled on both sides of the Chihe River Valley, eating the tender buds of newly emerged soil. This spring, the rain was abundant, and the grass was only pushed out by the spring rain.
Save many things for herders. If there is insufficient rainfall, they have to use the hay from last winter, which is not good news for livestock to gain weight.
There are dozens of nomadic people active in this generation. The people with larger tribes and more livestock are Tuqi Shiren, Uighurs and some scattered Turks. After moving from the northern desert to the Western Regions, the grassland people were stronger.
The tradition of respecting the people is still not changeable. In this area, whoever has more warriors will have more pastures, cattle and sheep.
The day when ewes give birth is almost the day, and the herdsmen dare not neglect. This is the beginning of a year of life and the hope of a year of life. With more sheep, you just need to gain weight in the autumn and survive.
A sheep can become a sheep in a cold winter. With more sheep, you will have more say and live a better life.
The life of herders is so simple, and the rules of survival are so cruel.
If everyone could sell cattle and sheepskin to the Huhus in the Hezhong more than ten years ago, now this expectation has been vain. Since the great cannibalism invaded east, the Anxi Protectorate has issued a ban on the herdsmen of the four towns and one generation.
Sell fur to Zhuhu areas actually controlled by the Great Cannibal. Although the herdsmen complain a lot, they have to bow their heads when they stay in other people's territory, and they can only accept reality.
Now everyone only hopes that the Tang Dynasty caravans from the east, who happened to pass by their grassland and could sell them for a cold winter fur. No matter how low their price is, they are still worse than their skin.
Is it okay before my eyes?
However, this expectation is obviously not realistic. The Tang Dynasty merchants value the most interests. Why should they abandon the closer Mobei and come to the Western Regions to buy fur? Most of the people who pass by Shule are big food, Sogdian merchants, and they care about it.
There are nothing more than silk and spices.
"I heard that the thunder cavalry and squads on the side of Sailye have been flirting with the internal friction recently. Gao Xianzhi's Great Protector is worried that the spies of Dashi took the opportunity to sneak into Anxi, so he imposed martial law on the four towns. There were dozens of soldiers interrogating and reviewing at the gate of Shule City alone.
Most of the time, you only have to go in and not out. Alas, life is getting harder and harder every day!"
An old Turkic man in his forties stood in an open space not far from the felt bag and waved his whip and complained loudly.
What ordinary herders like them fear the most is war. No matter who is in power, they will recruit mercenaries as soon as they fight. Shule herders like them have long forgotten how to control strings and shoot arrows, and have been pulled by others.
When you go to the battlefield, aren’t you still used as material for filling a nest?
"You said that the thunder cavalry is the same. Can't you live a good life? You have to rebel. The Tang Dynasty Tian Khan treats all the tribes so kindly and is not grateful, but why are you still shattering the situation behind your back?"
His name is Asina Luo, and it is said that his grandfather was a branch of the Western Turkic royal family, but he has long been declining and destruction. The old man has lived outside Shule City for three generations and is very familiar with this area. Apart from shepherds, he
Sometimes he was working as a guide to make a living. However, since the martial law, fewer and fewer caravans have come to him to lead the way to the river.
"I said Brother Asina, don't complain. Even if it's a recruitment, will the soldiers of the Tang people catch your felt bag? Asina's reputation is there, how about the descendants of the god wolf who are blessed by the immortal god?
Will you go to the battlefield to carry guns and knives to others?"
The person who replied was a fat young man named Chiqihun'e. He was one of the few Geluo people in Shule area. He moved from Jinshan five years ago. When he arrived for the first time, he was naturally treated.
Many Uighurs and Turkic people bullied him, Ashinarok helped him deliver the cow tendons to tie the yurt and lay the blankets for the camp. Therefore, he was very grateful to this old Turkic man, who gave the other party felt bags from time to time.
Go to the best horse milk wine.
Grassland people pay the most attention to friendship. Everyone remembers who treat me well or stab me in the back clearly, and no one can deny me!
"Ashina?" The old Turkic man sneered: "Now this surname is of no use. The divine wolf has its teeth smoothed, and the eagle has all its feathers removed. The Turkic people blessed by the Heaven of Eternity
Oh, what sin did you suffer? You were so cursed!"
As Ashinaro said, he became affectionate and danced wildly with his hands: "If the surname Wang is of little use, should I fight with the Tuqi to fight for a bundle of hay before the winter? If this surname is
There is also a little shock. The milk wine brewed by Asina Luo was stolen by the Uighurs who had not even grown all their breasts? Now this surname has a fart and a fart!”
The Turkic people in the northern desert were very prosperous, but they were destroyed by the Tang Dynasty twice, and their reputation was no longer as good as before. Although many Turkic people were still actively distributed in the former places of the Western Turks, they had long lost their influence. The so-called Ashina
Of course, the surname Wang became a joke.
The young man Geluo was originally talking unintentionally, but now he knew that he had said the wrong thing, so he shrugged and changed the subject.
"Yes, this group of people who are thrust and riding are really a dog-raising me! I got the vast grasslands of the Yili River and the Saiye River Basin. Not only did I not know how grateful to the Tang Dynasty, I also got it with the cannibals.
I think I feel disgusted."
His words were also from the heart. The three surnames Gelulu people often fought internally because of insufficient grasslands in Jinshan. Later, with Ye Hu's reconciliation, they reached an agreement within the clan to migrate westward to alleviate the increasingly intensified grassland conflicts.
.Who knew that those greedy Tuqi Shi people suddenly rose up and occupied a large area of grassland in the Yili River and the Suoye River basin, driving out all the tribes entering this area.
If it weren't for the Tuqi Shishi, Gelu's white felt bag would have been placed on the beautiful grassland of the Yili River; if it weren't for the Tuqi Shishi, he wouldn't have moved here five years ago.
Dear Shule Town.
"This time, it's a big deal, which makes Shule's generation panic. How can everyone survive?" He whipped a whip in resentment, and Asanaro spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm. If it were before, he would have been
He would care about the gaze of some thunderbolts around him, but now, Asina Luo doesn't care!
At worst, he could fight to stain the grassland with blood. He, Ashinarok, still had boiling blood flowing in his bones! Didn’t the Turks in the grassland be buried in heaven after the death of the Turks? The descendants of the Divine Wolf are not afraid of death at all, but are willing to fight for honor.
He has had enough of such cowardly days! He has had enough of it completely!
"Oh, brother, brother, please speak quietly!" He hurriedly looked around, Chiqihun'er pulled Ashinaro's arm and comforted him. The current situation is that Tuqi Shiren is the king
If you dominate and offend them, how can you still hang out in this pasture?
"I, I...ah!" Asinaro shook his head and threw the whip on the ground in resentment.
"Brother Ashina! Brother Ashina!" Dumoray's thick voice came from a distance. In a short while, a maroon-red Turkic dwarf horse had appeared in front of the two of them.
It's really what you say!
Asina Luo almost got angry, but Dumoyi was one of the few Tukki Shi people he knew, and he was also righteous and cheerful. Even if he was dissatisfied with Tukki Shi people, he could not follow Dumo.
Yi made a fuss and led his anger to the other party.
What's more, he is a deputy general of Anxi Shule Army!
If you want to be on this ground, how can you not have a good relationship with him? If you have a good relationship with him, does it mean that you have the support of Anxi Tang Army? Who else dares to mess with him in this Shule territory in the future?
Thinking of this, Asinaro's cheeks immediately filled with smiles, and he opened his arms to Dumoye and said, "Dumoye, my best friend, what wind blows you
When I arrived at my felt bag, what kind of sweet rain made you so happy. The thunderbolts who are blessed by the Heaven of Eternity, I would like to say hello to you with the most sincere intention."
Although he tried his best to restrain himself, Chi Qihun'e still wanted to greet Ashina Luo's ancestors. This person is too kneeless, so why did he change his face faster than the actors of the Tang Dynasty?
Of course, Du Moye didn't know what Chi Shi Hun'e was thinking, so he jumped lightly and got off the horse's back quickly.
"It was the spring breeze blowing from Chang'an that guided me, and it was the sweet rain of the Tang Dynasty that made me ecstatic. I came to my brother's felt bag just to share the joy with the descendants of the Divine Wolf!"
Dumoye put his hands on his shoulders and gave a deep salute to Asinaro.
Ashinaro was in a good mood. He had previously doubted how he became friends with a Tuqi Shiren. Now it seems that even if the person in front of him was the great cannibal he hated the most, they would become close friends.
Regardless of whether it comes from sincerity or not, sweet words are always better than harsh words.
"Hi! Brother, your face is rosy every day. It seems that the lambs in the Governor's Mansion have filled your chest, and the wine in Shule City has moistened your skin and bran. I, Asina Roy, really for you
Feel happy!”
"Now, there is a great opportunity to put you in front of you, brother. The Turks blessed by the Heaven of Eternal Life. I hope you can experience the same happiness as me!"
Dumoray nodded at Asinaro, and his voice was slow. The sound was so crisp and beautiful, like the cold current flowing under the ice layer of the Red River in winter.
"What kind of opportunity can make me share happiness with you brother?" Seeing that Domori was straightforward, Asinaroy half-squinted her eyes and rubbed her hands repeatedly. Since Domori took the initiative to come to him, this matter is true.
It is bound to be related to the Shule Army.
What else can he do to find himself? If he guessed well...
"Haha, our new governor Shule is going to go on a mission to the countries in Hezhong. I hope my brother can come forward to be a guide!"
Dumo slapped Ashinaro's shoulder heavily, and the corners of his mouth opened, like a new moon projected in the Red River under the night sky.