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Chapter 377 The disappeared camp

With this agreement, the tribesmen of the Five Tribes can finally return to the ranch and live a good life. The team led by the old man Semugai was withdrawn from Liaodong. His ethnic group is called Kailu, which is named after the otter in the Daling River. It belongs to the Bahrain tribe among the five tribes of the Inner Khalkha. Since moving south, it has been in the east of the Daling River. Shore has lived for decades.

"I don't know how many lambs the sheep have given birth to, and whether the forage for the winter has been prepared. There has been little rain this year, and the pastures in many places have been eaten away. Only the places near the river are better."

Hearing home, the smile on the rider's face gradually disappeared, and his expression became serious. With so many young men leaving the tribe, the burden of herding falls entirely on the shoulders of the elderly and women. If they cannot take good care of the herds, this winter will be very difficult.

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"Olia, take two teams to the front and take a look. Galiba, take your men and hide on the hillside. Look at my gestures before shooting arrows. The rest change their horses and wear armor!"

The sudden alarm shocked and surprised the herdsmen who were about to arrive home. Only old man Semugai did not hesitate for a moment and issued a battle order while dismounting.

With the command, the herdsmen restored order in an instant. The rider on the pied horse took out his machete from his saddle bag and waved it back twice. Then he galloped out first. Almost twenty other riders immediately followed with their weapons out. later.

Some of the other shepherds picked up their bows and stretched the bowstrings while climbing up the hillsides on both sides. The rest jumped off the horse and began to put on armor, which was nothing more than some leather armor, mail armor and helmets, and then jumped on another horse.

Since ancient times, the nomadic peoples in the north have had stronger fighting power than the farming peoples. Some people say it is because they have more horses, some people say it is because of their fierce personalities, and some people say it is because of their flexible tactics, but they are all correct but inaccurate.

Most of their fighting power comes from one thing, nature. The climate of the northern grasslands is very harsh and the living environment is extremely difficult, which has created the nomadic people's tenacity, cruelty, and fearlessness of death. As long as you are weak, you don't have to wait for the enemy to kill you. Snowstorms, wolves, and tribal fights will already cost you your life.

Just like now, with just a few words from the old man, these shepherds, who have been galloping with their father and brother since they were young, are already prepared for the battle in an orderly and step-by-step manner.

Horses are legs, machetes are chopsticks, bows and arrows are writing brushes, and fighting is eating and reciting poems. They are all engraved in the bones. There is no need to teach or train at all.

"Taiji, Taiji, our home..." But this time there was no enemy attack. Following the sound of horse hooves and smoke came the rider of the flower horse. He shouted loudly while galloping on the horse, but because of the distance, , I couldn’t hear the details of what I shouted.

"..." The old man Saimugai, who was fully dressed and sitting on his horse ready to charge, did not move at all. He raised his saber high and just swung it down hard. The archers hidden on the hillsides on both sides would use their feathers. The arrows blocked the valley, giving enemies who followed them a head-on blow.

When the momentum of the enemy's charge slows down, dozens of well-equipped cavalrymen and herdsmen will launch a countercharge, killing through the enemy's ranks without giving them a moment to breathe.

"Olia, where is your team?" But until the rider of the flower horse came closer, there was still not a single figure in the valley, and Saimu Gai put down his long knife in confusion. "Our home and camp were destroyed, and the sheep and horses were gone...I couldn't stop them. They went crazy and rushed down desperately!" Oliya almost used a collision to save his life. When they stopped, the two horses were a little frightened. They kept stamping on the ground, and bursts of breath came out of their nostrils.

But he no longer cared about the feelings of the horses. He pointed in the direction of the camp and loudly explained what he had just seen, his face full of anxiety. If he hadn't been older, he would have disobeyed Taiji's orders like the two small groups of herdsmen and rushed down the mountain towards home without hesitation.

"Who did it? Where is the enemy!" After hearing the bad news, old man Saimugai was a little confused, but his years of combat experience forced him to restrain his impulse, grabbed Oliya's robe and shouted loudly.

"The enemy... there is no enemy... the camp has been burned to the ground, the sheep and horses are gone, and there is not a living person in sight."

Oliya's mood eased somewhat, but tears flowed down. Although he did not have as much combat experience as Old Man Saimugai, he had followed the leader on more than one expedition and knew what the scenes he saw represented.

The people who attacked the camp must have gone far away. The parents, wives and children at home were either captured or killed. The battles on the grassland have always been so simple and brutal, with everything from livestock to pots and pans to people being the spoils of war. Generally speaking, young men and women are the most popular, while the old and weak are often killed.

"Get out of the way... drive!" After hearing this answer, Sai Mugai immediately lost his composure, pushed Oliya away and took the lead in urging his horse to rush out.

He is Taiji of the Kailu tribe. Translated into Chinese, he should be called a noble or a landlord. If the tribe is attacked and plundered, he will suffer the greatest loss. He may suddenly change from a noble to a herdsman, or even become a slave of other tribes.

The Kailu tribe is a medium-sized tribe in the Bahrain tribe. It has always occupied the hillside grassland on the east bank of the Daling River. It is led by three Taijis and has a population of more than 500. Although the scale is not large, it is relatively wealthy due to the abundant water and grass. It has tens of thousands of sheep and more than a thousand horses grazing.

But now almost nothing was gone. The felt tents lined up along the river were all turned into black ashes. The fences on the hillside were empty, not a single sheep or horse. The large burned grassland next to them was still smoking, which was the haystacks prepared for winter.

"It must be the Uliangha people who did it. Taiji, the grass ash is still hot. They have been gone for less than a day. We can catch up across the river!" Seeing the destruction of his home, Oliya's eyes turned red. If Without Saimu Gai beside him, he would have rushed across the river long ago.

The Daling River is not only the pasture of the Bahrain tribe, but also the boundary river between the five Khalkha tribes and the Karaqin tribe. The east part of the river belongs to the Bahrain tribe, and the west part of the river belongs to the Duoyan tribe for grazing. In fact, before the five Khalkha tribes went south, from here to the Liaohe River were the pastures of the Duoyan tribe, the Taining tribe, and the Fuyu tribe. The Ming people called them the Duoyan tribe.

To put it mildly, the Taining and Fuyu tribes declined and gave up their pastures. To put it bluntly, they were defeated by the five Khalkha tribes who went south. Some were annexed and some were forced to migrate away.

(End of this chapter)