Three Kingdoms.

  Chapter 1308 The road bought by life

  In the barbaric northern desert, many places are still covered with ice and snow. Winter is like a person who is sealed by a quilt in the early morning.

The white ice and snow that has not completely melted, one piece in the east, and the other piece on the black-gray soil or rocks, like a scabies head, covered the whole land, but the blue green that should have been there was extremely dark. rare.

   "Headman, it's impossible to go on like this, the animals have nothing to eat..." A Xianbei looked worriedly at the hungry cattle and sheep pulling the snow everywhere, "If we can't find a new pasture... this... this... alas..."

"...I know, I know..." A strong man murmured, and patted the Xianbei on the shoulder, "Go around and see if there is any new grass... I Go to the high priest and think of a way..."

  The Xianbei man stroked his chest and gave a salute, then got on a horse and took two or three people with him to a distant place.

The strong man looked at it, then lowered his head to look at the soil under his feet. He was dazed for a long time, then reached out and grabbed a handful, rubbed it in his hand, and felt the fine and sticky soil in his fingers. It was only then that they determined that they had not found the wrong place, but that there was no grass growing in this place this year.

The strong man was stunned for a while, sighed, frowned and scattered the soil in his hands on the ground, and then walked towards a colorfully painted tent in the north of the camp, walking very slowly, as if he was carrying a tent on his shoulders. It was like being weighed down by a hundred catties of weight. After walking a few steps, several children laughed and ran out from the tents, chasing and frolicking. One of the older children was chasing a smaller one. Some of the children just ran, didn't look at the road, bumped into the leg of the strong man, and fell a buttock with a bang...

  The brawny man frowned, pointed to the taller and older child and said, "Tarjira, what are you doing! You still have the mind to mess around with your younger siblings at this time! Are you full enough to support yourself!"

  Perhaps the voice of the strong man was a little louder, and the children stood up immediately as if they had been frozen by ice and snow, their hands and feet stiffened, and they watched in horror.

  The child who fell a butt, looked up and saw the strong man looked bad, holding something tightly in his hands, and burst into tears in shock and fear.

   "Tarjila, why are you chasing him?" The strong man frowned, bent down and stretched out his hands to pull up the little kid sitting on the ground, and asked casually.

  The older child faltered and said: "Mundo...Mundo picks up the bones, I'm afraid he will swallow the bones...so, so..."

The strong man frowned, and gently opened the child's hand, and found that in the small palm was an empty lamb leg bone that had been smashed open and only half of it was left. For some reason, a burst of irritability rose in his heart .

"This is not for food! Do you understand?" The strong man couldn't help but raise his voice, pointing to the white bone covered in mud, "Are you stupid? This is a bone! There is no meat, there is no meat on it , can’t eat! Can’t eat!”

   "..." The little kid pursed his lips, tears streaming down his face, "...I, I'm hungry..."

"..." After a moment of silence, the burly man took out a piece of jerky that was as thick as a little finger from his arms, tore off a piece and stuffed it into the little boy's mouth. .

  Under the hungry eyes of the children around, the strong man hesitated for a moment, and instead of putting away the dried meat, he handed it to Tarjira, "Go, share it! Take care of your younger brothers and sisters!"

  Taljila, the leading child, hurried forward, took the jerky with one hand, and led the little Maotou who still had snot and tears on his face with the other, and ran away with a group of children.

  The strong man couldn't help but sighed again. He found that he might have sighed more during this period than last year.

   "High Priest..." The strong man opened the curtain of the colorful tent, walked in, and saluted an old man with gray hair.

  The high priest was rummaging for something among a pile of parchments, without raising his head, he just said, "Sit down... why are you losing your temper with a child, King Fei Yun, you lost your composure..."

   King Fei Yun, the leader of the Beimo Xianbei branch, nodded and admitted: "Well, I couldn't control it."

"The more you are at this moment, the less you can panic, the less you can panic, or the people below will panic and panic..." Although the high priest said this, his eyes were always on the parchment, and he never raised his head. .

   "...Actually, High Priest, you panic too..." King Fei Yun was silent for a while, and then whispered something.

  The hand of the high priest, who was flipping through the parchment, paused, and finally raised his head, staring at King Fei Yun. After a while, he let out a long sigh: "Understood...is it so obvious..."

   King Fei Yun said: "High Priest, you haven't left your tent for three days..."

   "Has it been three days?" The high priest froze for a moment.

Xianbei people remember things with ancient abstract lines and symbols. The result of this is that each person uses different marking methods. Even after a long time, they may not even be able to recall what they marked. The crooked lines and symbols, after two or three generations, are really like heavenly scriptures.

Those who can serve as priests must have the talent of outstanding memory, but no matter how strong the talent is, they cannot resist the invasion of time. After getting older, along with the decline of physical functions, memory is also declining a little bit. In order to find a way out, the high priest And the answer, I have been in the tent unknowingly for three days, and I have not left without eating, drinking and lazing.

"...Help me..." The high priest moved his legs, only to realize that his legs and feet were numb, and he couldn't use any strength at all. He could only extend his hand to King Fei Yun, and then bent over in the tent, shaking. After a while, he straightened his waist and said to King Fei Yun, "Go for a walk?"

The two of them got out of the tent one after the other, and then walked to the hillside behind the camp, looking around, the surrounding clansmen saw them from far and near, and they all touched their chests and saluted, and they seemed to be relaxed after getting the response Some are the same, it seems that some people are faintly singing pastoral songs...

  Seeing that the clansmen seem to have regained some vitality, the high priest and King Fei Yun glanced at each other, and they both saw some bitterness in each other's smiles. The clansman felt relaxed, and felt that the two of them must have found a solution to the problem if they were in the mood to come out to relax, but in fact, the burden on the two of them was even heavier.

   "...I have checked all the parchments... This pasture here is the southernmost one..." the high priest said softly, like the misty white smoke in the cold winter, "...It is also the last one in the records..."

   "Yesterday," King Fei Yun was silent for a while, and said, "The people sent to contact the king came back, and they said that the king agreed that we can go to their pasture, but... half of the animals have to be handed over..."

   "Half!" The high priest took a breath.

   "Either starve to death, or half." King Fei Yun looked at the sky, the flesh on his cheek twitched.

  The high priest was silent for a long time, and then said: "If you don't go to the king's side now, there are two roads left... One is to go south, fight with the Han people in the south, and go to their territory... The other road is to go west..."

   "To the west?" King Fei Yun turned to look at the high priest, "Is there a new pasture to the west?"

The high priest shook his head and said: "Because there should be a pasture, and there are our real clansmen... But, I don't know, and I can't find the specific way to get there... I'm not sure, because there are many things... Time is too much It's been a long time, and many records of the parchment scrolls have been lost..."

   "A real clan?" King Fei Yun smiled wryly, "I didn't expect that we have real clansmen? High Priest, are you sure you're not the kind of people who plan to kill us?"

"We are actually different from those guys... From the Huns' King Modun, to the Shiwei people's Tanshihuai and Budugen Kings... We seem to be used to it, but..." the high priest said quietly, " ...I searched all the parchments and found one thing...Although it is not very clear, our Lushui family does not really have the surname Juqu, just like our ancestors lived near Lushui and were called Juqu. The same as Lushuibu... The Huns had an official position very early on, under the wise kings of the left and right, they were called the left and right Juqu. Our ancestors were one of them, and we took this as our surname later... But, you know, our surname was the earliest what?"

   "What's your last name?" King Fei Yun asked.

   "iwet..." The high priest looked at the west and spit out a somewhat weird and simple syllable. (Note 1 in this chapter)

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  The royal court of the Southern Huns.

  At this moment, in this place where Fei Qian originally thought that there should be a big war, a sharp polarization has formed...

When Fei Qian led the army and arrived at the court of the Huns, Yu Fuluo, as if he had lost half his life, was so distraught that he almost passed his breath. The reason is very simple, the Great Elder brought his crippled son and did not dare to die. In the First World War, they fled with some strong clansmen, leaving behind the wounded cattle, sheep and livestock that filled the royal court.

  Of course, there are those relatives and related personnel in Ufula who escaped from death and are crying about their tragic fate during this period.

Yes, there is no killing, and even most of the injured people were hacked once or twice. After treatment, some may recover, and some will be disabled. I don’t know if the elder got it from his disabled son. Inspiration, including the injuries of many cattle and sheep are on the hooves...

The soldiers who marched to the west were in high spirits. If it wasn't for the sake of Yuvro's face, someone might have carved some words "XXX came here" with a knife to prove that he had taken the Xiongnu Wang Ting stepped under his feet.

For Fuluo, he had to either send troops to hunt down and kill the Great Elder, but this would mean that the cattle, sheep and horses would be understaffed and unable to receive adequate care, and most likely most of them would die in the end; Chasing, the manpower is left to take care of these big animals, but how can Yu Fuluo's bad breath be dispelled? And not all of them will recover, and some of them will inevitably die from serious injuries or infections of this and that, and some of the animals.

   To revenge or to survive?

  For Fuluo, no matter how he chooses, he is doomed to lose.

After such an internal strife, the Southern Huns have been split into at least three parts, and it is basically a luxury for Yu Fuluo to restore the so-called grand occasion. Can't get up, let alone stir up troubles everywhere.

  For Fei Qian, at this point, the matter has basically come to an end. As for whether to hunt down the elder or not, it is Yu Fuluo's business.

  Whether this great elder, like a villain in a movie or TV, yells that I will come back, is not the focus of Fei Qian's attention at the moment.

  Fei Qian's current concerns have diverged a lot. As his status rises, he is gradually developing in the direction of the overall strategy...

Yinshan is stable, so it can be used as a granary and a storage base for war horses. Once the scale is formed, it will be like a strategy game for later generations. You can win casually in a tie A. Who cares about the opponent controlling three or two dragonriders flashing aside? Dancing and playing beautifully, ah?

"Send some smart people to help..." Fei Qian pointed to the Huns who were busy treating the cattle and sheep, and said to Zhao Yun, "The Huns are quite good at dealing with livestock... Pay attention to how they treat them. what herbs..."

  Zhao Yun understood, took the order and left.

Looking at the busy Huns, Fei Qian suddenly had a question in his mind. He had discussed it with Pang Tong, Xu Shuzaoyi and the others before, but at the beginning he didn’t directly contact many Huns. The long-precipitated problems gradually emerged.

The Huns, or these Huns, seem to be very decisive when they need to abandon the pastures and migrate, but when the Huaxia people migrate, it seems that the difficulty is more than ten times that of the Huns, and the loss seems to be ten times more. Is the reason for this just the difference in farming and nomadic customs?

  Because of inconvenient traffic?

  Because of different living habits?

  Because production and living conditions do not allow it?

  Because the level of cultural materials has not been reached?

  At first, Fei Qian also thought that it might be this or that reason, but now he understands a little bit that it is not an external cause, but an internal cause, just because he didn’t want to, or he didn’t think about it at all...

   Those so-called difficulties, are there any more difficult than the Chinese ancestors migrating from the source of the Yellow River, east to the East China Sea, west to the Western Regions, south to Nanyue, and north to Northern Xinjiang?

Fei Qian still vaguely remembers genetic research in later generations, and then said that human genes were found to have evolved all the way from Africa. If this is the case, why did people in primitive society and even before primitive society travel across continents, but in the Han Dynasty It won't work? Even the dynasties formed by the Han people in the later period did not achieve much development. Even the Ming Dynasty, which went to the West, would rather chisel ships and burn charts in the end? (Note 2)

  So, as long as you really want to, you can definitely do it!

  Fei Qian raised his eyes and looked at the sky, at the tricolor battle flag flying in the sky above his head, and the big Han army flag with thick ink and colors...

  Change, might as well start from now on...

   Maybe one day, the flag of the Han family can be planted in every corner of the world!

   Note 1: Chinese characters don’t have this sound, please spell it yourself—

   Yujueqie, ancient rhyme.

   Actually speaking, this ancient syllable has survived in many places in the north, and it is very common. For example, the "I" in the population of northern Shaanxi is "er"...

Note 2: A few days ago, the author Jun and Ren discussed whether it was possible for the Han Dynasty to break through the restrictions of high mountains, dense forests, deserts, rivers and seas, and spread culture and economy. As a result, some people shook their heads and listed the itinerary of people and horses, road conditions, human geography, etc. Waiting for difficulties means that in the Han Dynasty, it is impossible to go out unless the magic reform... Well, you are right... The author wants to ask, how did the primitive people in the Han Dynasty get to China when all conditions were far inferior to those in the Han Dynasty? here?

  (end of this chapter)