In this world, there are few groups that are always cohesive, and even rarer ones that are always unwavering in their beliefs. Even the wise kings and wise ministers in the history books who established glorious careers, if someone really carefully explores the reality under their radiant light, they will find that they are also full of
It is filled with competition for interests, exclusion, strife, slander, plotting, and filth that is unbearable for ordinary people.
Just because they are on the road to victory, in the eyes of outsiders, they have a halo around them out of thin air. This halo makes their figures shine brightly, making them extremely tall and expanding their advantages to the extreme.
Just like the time when the Mongol Uluses broke out of the grasslands, the bravery and tenacity of the Mongols seemed to be beyond the reach of human beings, not to mention their unity and loyalty. Tens of thousands of Mongolian men gathered in
Together, they formed a wave of force that had never been seen in the world, frightening all enemies who dared to face them.
So what if a group is on the path to decline?
In other words, it may not necessarily lead to decline, but maybe it is just a small hesitation on the way to victory?
If it were a Central Plains dynasty, such as the Great Zhou Dynasty established by Guo Ning, there would be many ways to deal with this situation, and there would be many things that could be used to calm people's hearts and heal the temporary trough.
You can use benevolence, righteousness and morality, the dignity of the Han Dynasty in Chinese clothes, the power of the orthodox court, high-ranking officials and generous salaries, and the title of wife and son... There are too many things that can be brought out. So as long as the center of the court is not in chaos,
As long as the halo remains intact, there will always be a chance to reverse the downward trend and slow down little by little.
But the grassland peoples cannot do this.
The rise of the Mongols was almost entirely due to Genghis Khan's personal efforts. Judging from the thousands of years before and after, Genghis Khan can be said to be one of the few outstanding figures. If the opportunity is right, he may be able to lead the Mongolian cavalry to march with iron hooves.
Traveling across the entire continent, destroying countless civilizations, and using massacre to build an unprecedented empire.
But the rise of Genghis Khan was too short. Apart from victory in war, he had nothing else to use to maintain his halo.
The foundation he created for the Mongols is far from enough, and he has not yet had time to instill a lot of things into the hearts of every Mongolian and form an unshakable iron law. The Mongols have no written language, and the languages of each tribe are also very complex. The term "Mongolian"
The name itself has not really taken root in people's hearts, and the estrangement and hatred accumulated over thousands of years of vendetta against each other can easily build up.
Therefore, when ordinary people on the grasslands were unable to judge whether the future would lead to failure or not, the aura of Great Mongolia began to dim rapidly.
After losing its halo, the wind with the smell of decay is still blowing on the grassland, blowing through the layers of grass and dead bones, blowing through the ups and downs of people's hearts. Wherever the wind passes, more and more obvious cracks and looseness have become
There is no way to control it.
At first, no one cared about this. This was just a private transaction, it was just an inevitable revenge, and there were some benefits that were close at hand. But soon, the cracks and looseness affected everyone.
.
The Golden Family, who were responsible for staying on the grasslands, wanted to avoid this situation. But they did not have the prestige and means of Genghis Khan, let alone Genghis Khan's decisiveness. Even their competition for interests itself caused rifts and looseness.
So at this time, people on the grassland no longer have loyalty, and they no longer even have the recognition of companions and comrades-in-arms. At a certain time, everyone can betray, and everyone can find various reasons for betrayal.
They don't even have any psychological burden.
When Kunbuha shouted, Lu Wusi immediately became interested: "Follow me!"
When the group returned to Lu Shu, the Han slaves were cleaning up the battlefield under the leadership of A Duo.
The cavalry of the gangsters in Huanghuota were not dead. Several of them were seriously injured and were quickly brought to Lu Shu. Amidst their angry roars, Kunbuha lowered his head and drew a simple picture on the gravel ground with a branch.
Graphics:
"This is the location of the Wuxian Ulugu Group Pastoral Station. The Jurchens set up a military stronghold here. Later, Genghis Khan wiped out Monan and placed a group of people near this military stronghold to raise cattle and sheep. In addition, the military stronghold
There are also a lot of weapons and equipment stored in it to deal with special situations. The people responsible for guarding this area are the gangsters from Huanghuota... who are the ones chasing you."
Kunbuha said while drawing out the pattern.
Lu Shu and others gathered around him and watched.
After a while, Lu Shu nodded: "The road does go like this. When I was a child, I walked with my father once. Although I can't remember the details now, I know that it roughly follows the river and crosses the remaining mountains of Yin Mountain in the east. This route
Further north, there are continuous deserts, so you don’t have to worry about getting lost..."
Among everyone present, he was the only one who grew up in Usha Castle and was familiar with the surrounding environment. When he said this, everyone else nodded.
Kunbuha was a little worried, fearing that these men were familiar with the road and would not be able to use him.
He quickly said: "Going east there are not only desert mountains, but also dense forests. If you get lost in the woods, it will be very troublesome."
The locations of the various herding stations in the Jin Kingdom back then naturally made sense. Even in the depths of the grasslands, most of them were blocked by mountains, forests and rivers.
Lu Shu smiled at him and asked again: "The village at the Wuxian Ulugu Group Herding Station, I remember, is less than fifty paces in radius. Are there really many people grazing cattle and sheep there? How many cattle and sheep are there? Are they stored there?
How much supplies are there? Where are the manpower stationed? How many are there? How do you know this? Have you been there, or have you heard of it? When did you know it, and will there be any changes now? "
Lu Shu followed the civil and military officials of the Zhou Dynasty every day. Although he did not deliberately improve, he learned a lot from what he heard and saw. Now he asked questions in rapid succession, one sentence after another, never leaving time for careful calculation.
Kunbuha answered one by one, recounting his family's experience of grazing in various places a few years ago, and everything he saw and heard in the herding station.
Among the wounded of the gangsters in Huanghuota, there was someone who could be regarded as a confidant of Qianhu Nayan. Just now during the fight, his abdomen was cut open by a sword, and his intestines were about to flow out. The smell of blood and stench from the wound seemed to be spurting out.
Hit someone's nose.
Hearing Kunbuha's words gradually involve the family property that the Qianhu family had carefully hidden for many years, perhaps because of the flashback, he raised his voice and cursed loudly. For a moment, Kunbuha's words were suppressed.
past.
Just a few days ago, such a roar would have made the slaves tremble. Two or three years ago, it would have even made hundreds of millions of Han people in the Central Plains and Hebei flee in fear. But now, such a roar can only make people shudder.
Feel upset.
Lu Wusi was originally staring at the shapes drawn by Kunbu Habi. After being interrupted, he frowned and straightened up.
After looking around for a moment, he picked out a young man with a yellow face.
"You, come here and kill him."
"ah?"
The young man was startled.
His family has made a living by darning for generations and has never experienced a battle. After becoming a slave to the Mongols, they have killed sheep and cattle, but never killed a human being. Just now they were on the battlefield, and they just watched the flesh and blood flying in front of them.
The scene made me feel sick. The Mongolian wounded man in front of him had a ferocious face and a huge bloody wound on his stomach. He even felt scared when he got closer.
Why are you asking me to kill someone? Is it because I wasn’t brave enough when we were fighting just now?
He hesitated and did not take action immediately.
"Judge Lu has given the order, hurry up!" The thin man who had four fingers of his left hand cut off strode over, kicked him, and cursed: "It's been a long time, we don't keep useless people!"
The young man was kicked so hard that he staggered a few steps and knelt down in front of the seriously injured Mongolian.
The Mongolians were still cursing angrily. Because of the close distance, in the eyes of the young man, the round faces unique to the Mongolians became larger, and the ferocious eyes under the thick eyelids became very clear.
This look is just like the look in the eyes of the Mongolian masters when they broke into the cities of the Kingdom of Jin a few years ago and slaughtered and looted as much as they wanted. It is just like the look in the eyes of the Mongolian masters when they whipped and tortured slaves and insulted women. Thinking of this, the young man thought of many of his own dead.
Relatives.
He felt very sad when he thought of those who died in battle, those who starved to death, those who were beaten to death, and those who could not bear it and committed suicide.
The young man thought that the Mongols were born to be conquerors and rulers, and that the Mongol Uluses would always exist. The old Mongolian men would always face their slaves with this expression, and he would have to bear it forever and feel uncomfortable forever.
But now it seems that this may not be the case.
The Mongols will also lose. The slaves have also seen the situation on the grasslands in the past two years. Many people feel that the Mongols are no longer what they used to be, and they have lost their spirit and energy.
Then, the pain in my heart will pass.
Maybe it will be over now, as long as I endure the smell of blood and be cruel.
He picked up the short knife issued before the battle and pressed it against the Mongolian's throat.
The short knife was very crude. In fact, it was not a serious knife, but a fragment of a straight knife scattered on the grassland, polished and embedded in a thick wooden stick. Although the slaves had craftsman skills, there were too many things to do in a short time.
The boss can't be too picky.
The boy slowly pressed down the dagger.
The blade was not sharp enough, so it had to be dragged back and forth from time to time, sawing. As the force applied to it continued to increase, it slowly cut through the skin and severed the throat and muscles.
The Mongolian struggled wildly and tore the young man's face with his hands, tearing out deep bloodstains. Because the struggle was too violent, the wound on his stomach was completely broken, and colorful intestines came out one after another, dripping.
to the young man's feet.
The determined young man didn't seem to care at all and didn't stop moving.
He first cut open the skin and flesh near the neck bones, then slowly inserted the blade into the gaps between the joints, pried the joints apart, and cut off the meridians adhering to the joints. Finally, he chopped off the entire head.
The man with four broken fingers laughed with satisfaction.
Lu Wusi also praised: "Excellent craftsmanship, very expert! Let me tell you, there are many good men among us!"
He turned back to Abul and Kunbuha, nodded slightly to Lu Shu first, and then said: "No one will disturb you now, let's continue talking."