togophonebook Chapter 471 The Painful Lesson
Chapter 471 The Painful Lesson
Chapter 471 The Painful Lesson
"Yes, my lord!"
"If there's nothing else, Zilong will leave!"
It seemed that he was afraid that Jiang Chen would stuff something into him again, so Zhao Zilong picked up the box and ran away, the speed was so fast that people couldn't stop talking.
"Go slowly! Don't fall!"
Jiang Chen reminded him from behind.
Having said that, Zhao Zilong ran even faster, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"Ugh"
Seeing Zhao Zilong disappear in the background, Jiang Chen sighed and returned to the study. Unexpectedly, Zhao Zilong was so anxious, and he originally wanted to give him some other specialties.
On the vast prairie
With the advent of summer, the green grass on the grassland becomes lush and the growth is very lush.
This season is the time when the herdsmen herd their horses and sing songs. The herdsmen graze freely on the grassland. They let the cattle and sheep eat the green grass leisurely on the grassland.
Life is extremely comfortable, and the herdsmen on the grassland will never have a sense of crisis.
Because they understand that no one has ever come to trouble them on the grassland, and there is no other war except the annexation of their own people on the grassland.
But now, the entire grassland is basically in a relatively stable stage. After the main five forces, the Huns were disabled.
The Xianbei people have experienced a change of power. Jie, Di, and Qiang all have their own tribes. They were defeated by Jiang Chen last time.
Everyone has begun to recuperate, and it is still an alliance honeymoon period, everyone is licking their own wounds, and no one has raised their butcher knife to their allies.
Therefore, the herdsmen are very relaxed and they don't have to worry about their lives being in danger.
But what they didn't know was that a troop had already entered the grassland and slaughtered the grassland, and all this was happening quietly.
In a tribe with about 1 people, the tribal leader is leading the men in the tribe to practice archery, wrestling and riding.
These are all necessary skills on the future battlefield. Only when they are proficient in these skills, will they have a chance to be selected to go to the Central Plains to rob and obtain a lot of property.
This is a sphere of influence of the Di tribe. The young and middle-aged men of the tribe are practicing, shouting to kill, and the children are also chasing on the grassland with wooden knives and simple bows and arrows.
They rode on small ponies, displaying extraordinary riding skills. They have been picked up since they were babies. Therefore, the riding skills of the prairie people are extremely superb, and the cavalry on the prairie are also very terrifying.
And those women are making butter tea, so that the men can drink it to recover the exhausted physical strength after the training is over.
The old people are responsible for doing chores, picking up cow dung and other things, and let them do it.
The number of old people in the tribe is very small, and most of them failed to survive the cold winter, not because the old people are not resistant to cold, but because of the cruel survival rules of the grassland.
Grass is limited on the grasslands, and those grains are used to feed young people and children, and the elderly can only starve to death in winter. This has long been commonplace on the grasslands.
As for those ragged and starved people, their clothes were thin and their eye sockets were sunken, as if they had never had enough to eat.
These people are naturally the people who were taken captive from the Central Plains by those tribesmen.
When they arrived on the grassland, they only had the fate of being slaves. If they failed to do well, they would be whipped or thrown to the wolves.
"What are you looking at, hurry up and work!"
"Why don't you die, can you die sooner? This place doesn't raise waste like you!"
On the grass, there was a Han slave whose foot had already ulcerated and was trampled by a horse. However, he still managed to survive. The grassland people wanted to exercise the child's coldness.
So, let these people stay on the grasslands, let the children whip them and hate them.
When they grow up in the future, they will not hesitate to raise the massacre to the people of the Central Plains. The grassland people have always compared the Han people to two-legged sheep.
In front of them, there is never any mercy.
"Look, isn't that kid from the Hada tribe?"
While everyone was training, a child's cry for help woke everyone up.
The small leader of this tribe of ten thousand people immediately recognized the child. He was also from the same clan as him and the grandson of Hada, the small leader of another large tribe of ten thousand people.
He was very young, only about seven years old.
But he was riding on a pony, and he didn't even need a saddle, so he was able to ride extremely fast. From this, it can be seen that the riding skills on the grassland must be trained as soon as he is sensible.
The grassland people don't need to study, they just need to practice riding and shooting. In the future, as long as they can grab the food of the people in the Central Plains, they will be the heroes of the grassland.
"Little Hada, what's wrong with you?"
I saw little Hada calling for help and looking back in horror, as if he had encountered something terrible.
Soon, A Kena, a warrior of the Di tribe, rode a fast horse, picked up the little Hada, put it under his armpit, and brought it to the leader of the tribe, Kang Simi.
"No, it's not good, leader Asmi, there are Han people looting the grassland!"
"Hurry up, let everyone escape!"
"We must flee to the king's account and let the leader of the king's account destroy this Han army!"
The child was panting heavily while reporting to Asmi.
"Haha, kid, how did you learn to lie?"
"This place is deep into the grassland. How can those Han people go deep into the grassland without supplies?"
"They are not familiar with the grassland at all, are they here to die?"
"Stop joking, it's not funny at all, hurry up and go back to your father's place to practice arrows, you must have escaped because the training was too painful!"
Hearing what Little Hada said, the warrior immediately laughed out loud.
"Ha ha."
"That's right, Han people don't have the guts to come to the grasslands!"
"It's simply overestimated. If they dare to come, we only need 1 people, and we can wipe out 10,000+ of them!"
"There are no obstacles here, they are no match for us at all!"
Many tribesmen agreed one after another.
Their understanding of the Han people is still in the Han Dynasty, and they think that the Han people are nothing more than this. If their weapons were not too sharp, how could the Han people defeat them so easily?
Now, the leader of the Wang Zhang bought iron ore from smugglers at a huge price, and forged all kinds of cutting-edge weapons. Presumably in the future, when the Han people have no advantage in military products, they will definitely not be their opponents.
"I, I really didn't lie to you!"
"My father and the others were all slaughtered by those me!"
"Look, this is my father's wolf totem tattoo, just in case you don't believe me, I cut it off myself!"
"Please withdraw quickly, or it will be too late!"
"Those Han people kill people without blinking an eye, and they can control the sky thunder, which is very terrifying."
(End of this chapter)