area51novel Chapter 1007 The Destruction of the Small Tribe
Chapter 1007 The Destruction of the Small Tribe
Chapter 1007 The Destruction of the Small Tribe
Sunset on the prairie
The eyes are full of green grass and herds of cows and horses
There are also happy children running around. This scene is extremely warm to watch.
If, in a peaceful age, this would be an extremely beautiful picture.
In this day and age, this kind of picture is just a luxury.
"Father, look at the children grazing freely on the grassland, chasing!"
"Although this life is a bit difficult, it is extremely warm."
"Why can't we put down the butcher knife and practice riding and shooting every day?"
"Why is there such a dispute?"
There are not many people in this small Dangxiang tribe, but people's lives are still passable.
A young man sat on the grass and asked the old man who sat watching the young man shoot an arrow.
The old man is the little leader of the tribe, while the young man is his son, the future heir of the tribe.
The young man is called Murong Bufu, and he seems to be tired of war.
He didn't understand why the grasslands started a war against the Central Plains every year.
"Child! You still don't understand!"
"The things here are very complicated, and it's not something you can stop if you say you want to!"
"There are many factors. Those khans are too ambitious. The cattle and sheep on the grassland may not be able to satisfy their greed. How can we small tribes resist?"
"You know, those big tribes are not only ruthless to the Central Plains people, but even more ruthless to our own people!"
"Every year, how many people die in the hands of their own people in the struggle for grassland territory?"
The old leader let out a long sigh, and did not explain to Murong again.
He is also old, and he is also very tired of war, but this war can't be ended if they want to, and those small tribes don't want to war.
Because they can support themselves well by raising cattle, horses, and sheep.
During the war, these small tribes with little power are often at the forefront, and they are the ones who die the fastest.
Therefore, people in small tribes hate war very much.
Because every war will take away the lives of most men in their tribe.
In order to continue to reproduce, on the grassland, boys over the age of ten must start to reproduce, and women on the grassland, they can also inherit.
That is to say, if their father dies in battle, the mother is the son's private property and can carry on the family line for his son. Such a chaotic ethical relationship.
That's why people in the Central Plains don't accept these barbarians, thinking that they have insulted the culture of the Central Plains.
"Then why can't you get out of their control?"
"Why don't we invest in the Central Plains? At least we can keep our clan!"
the young man asked puzzledly.
"who do you think You Are?"
"Those Central Plains people don't see us as their own people at all. They think we are barbaric and have no morals and ethics. Even if they are willing to accept us on the surface, they will eventually treat us as cannon fodder!"
The old man sighed.
"Then can we just sit and wait like this?"
"Can't you be slaughtered by others?"
Murong Bufu asked unwillingly.
"What can we do? We are a small tribe and have no right to speak!"
"Unless we develop into a big tribe someday, we will be able to control our own destiny!"
"But with our resources and population alone, it may be difficult to annex other tribes!"
The old man sighed.
He is also unwilling to let the people of his tribe have been passively sacrificed and passively used by others.
But on the grasslands, that's where the weak eat the strong.
As long as your strength is weak, you can only listen to the words of those big tribes, otherwise, what awaits you will definitely end up being wiped out.
In order to survive, those small tribes had to create those big tribes, and then devoted most of their income, cattle and sheep, to those big tribes and sought their protection.
"I just can't swallow this breath!"
"If there is a chance in the future, I must be the leader of a big tribe!"
"You can't keep being angry at both ends!"
"Father, can't we move to a place where no one is around? I heard that there will be more places to graze west of the desert!"
"Why don't we move there and maybe we won't have to suffer the bereavement anymore!"
Murong Bu no longer looked at the old leader expectantly.
"No more, you are still too young!"
"Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes!"
"As little as we are, no matter where we go, we belong to the weak side!"
"Let's think about something practical. It's better to train well than anything else. At least there will be more chances of winning on the battlefield!"
The old man sighed, not because he didn't want to resist.
Rather, they were simply powerless to resist.
"Isn't the grassland unified now? Why do you have to mobilize troops?"
"Is there a bigger battle to be fought?"
Murong Bufu looked at the old leader and asked.
"If you shouldn't ask, don't ask!"
"The thoughts of the Khans are really something we can guess!"
"Anyway, we are nothing more than ants in their eyes!"
The old leader sighed deeply again, looking at the afterglow of the setting sun, his eyes were full of helplessness.
"Asanda, inform everyone to end today's training!"
"Go back to eat!"
"At night, patrol well, and don't be attacked by someone!"
"After all, we can't afford losses now!"
The war some time ago has already made this small tribe worse. The tribe is basically full of twelve or thirteen-year-old half-old children, and they don't have much fighting power at all.
The young people basically died of casualties and injuries, which has made this tribe unbearable.
If there is another accident, it is very likely that this tribe will be annexed by others.
After all, on the grassland, the only way for tribes to expand is to annex each other, just like a big fish eating a small fish, only by annexing others can they grow themselves.
"Yes, old chief!"
The young man nodded his head and asked people to put away the weapon.
Those teenage children cheered excitedly, and some even ran around the grassland a few times. The war horses seemed to be able to feel the joy of their masters.
Their hooves became extremely brisk.
Soon, the smell of wine came, and laughter came from the tent.
Although the conditions are very difficult, life still has to go on, and having fun while suffering is the only way for them to keep themselves from going crazy.
"call"
The night gradually deepened, and the tents were surrounded by snoring sounds one after another.
There was even the voice of the suppressed woman.
It seems that there are people with strong combat effectiveness everywhere.
"I hope Changshengtian will bless our tribe, and we can always be safe and sound!"
This night, the old leader always felt a little sleepless, as if something bad was about to happen.
(End of this chapter)