Chapter 306: Natural Disaster

As she continued to look at it, Ziyan's face gradually turned a little pale. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In the past two years, there have been man-made disasters in the land of Kyushu, and it turns out that the grassland is not quiet, and theirs is a natural disaster.

Last winter, winter on the grasslands came a full month earlier than usual, and many herders didn't even have time to get to the pastures for the winter, let alone prepare enough forage for the winter. Throughout the winter, countless cattle and sheep starved to death and froze to death on the grassland. This spring, a cold spring caused most of the newly pregnant ewe mares to be lost.

This white plague greatly damaged the vitality of the grassland, the original herdsmen greatly sold themselves into slaves in order to survive, and the struggle between tribes to grab resources for survival was even more bloody. Several small tribes near the Great Wall were hungry and red-eyed, and several small tribes dared to launch an attack on the Great Wall regardless of life and death, just to snatch the bite of food that kept them alive.

It was precisely because of their attacks regardless of life and death that the pressure on the Meng family army was greatly increased. The original Mengjia army was supported by an empire, and now there is only a small county, not to mention ordnance or anything, just the soldiers are not to mention that one is less than one dead. Although the grassland paid a painful price, it only confirmed the strength and prestige of the Mengjia army, and did not take any advantage, but the Mengjia army also paid a lot of price, greatly losing its strength.

It was this war that brought the Meng family army to the embarrassing situation it is now, and it is imminent to find a new master to support them.

However, after the white disaster, the natural disaster is not over, and on the grassland, what is most feared is that the white disaster and the black disaster are connected together.

When that long cold winter passed, the belated spring finally came.

But spring rain is as expensive as oil, and this year's rain on the grassland is more than vegetable oil on the grassland.

Throughout the spring, there were only a few sporadic light rains on the grasslands. The lakes dried up, the rivers cut off, and the wind and sand brought up by the wind hit the face painfully. Large swaths of grassland were gnawed away by cattle and sheep desperately trying to recover in order to survive, and even the grass roots were gnawed, revealing large swaths of sand that were slowly taken away by the scorching sun and wind, and turned into dry sand. The grasslands gradually turned into deserts.

They have just experienced the White Plague, and they no longer have the ability to resist such a black plague that is about to be despaired, and it is their last chance to snatch rations from the Huahua World in the Central Plains and snatch the chance to live.

And the timing of this white disaster and black disaster is too coincidental, although the matter of Mao Dun's father's murder has been beautified with a fig leaf, but who is more stupid than whom? Who can hide such a big thing? If the wind and rain are smooth, it doesn't matter, with the ability to take the chance, even if others have any thoughts, he will suppress the ground.

But just after he ascended to the throne by disgraceful means, this embarrassing time, this time when he has not fully established himself and sat on the throne.

For a time, the rumors that Mao Dun was unfilial and disobedient and offended the gods and sent natural disasters to punish the grassland became more and more intense under the impetus of some well-intentioned people.

For people who depend on the sky for food, God's will is always so mysterious and terrifying. Therefore, the will of the gods is always so inviolable and inviolable. It is rumored that it is always easy to go to extremes when it comes to dead people, either particularly black or particularly tolerant. At this time, the people of the steppe seem to have forgotten the war that Touman set off that cost Touman a lot, the brutality of his reign and the orders issued that cost them a lot. It seems that the head man in their memory has always been a tolerant and benevolent good Shan Yu that they love, and let them miss it.

When fantasy is contrasted with reality, the outcome is all too obvious.

All kinds of gossip, people's hearts are back, and the heavens are not beautiful, and the pressure on Mao Dun is even greater.

What should I do at this time?

Ziyan remembers that when it comes to World War II in high school history, the most important sentence is also the ultimate reason why fascists launched the war, which is to transfer internal contradictions through external wars. Whether it is an economic contradiction or a political contradiction.

Although they don't have such an official and precise summary, Ziyan thinks that even if they don't go to high school history in the 21st century, with their political sensitivity and ability, they can learn it without a teacher.

The battle with the grassland is imminent, and it is imminent. Ziyan can even determine that at most, it will not be more than a month, and the steppe wolf will ride a horse that has been hungry for almost a year, impacting the flesh and blood of the Meng family army and the steel defense line, just hoping to plunder exquisite items in this world of flowers and natural granaries that they will never think of in their lifetime on the grassland.

What to do?

Ziyan's eyes were red with bloodshots.

Ziyan's background and growth are all among the most ordinary ordinary people, even if she can't say that she knows the world, but she still understands the mood of the people.

The people here are already bitter enough, they can no longer be left unarmed under the iron hooves, the purgatory on earth that has been ravaged by war, in this era for more than a year, Ziyan has seen too much.

Looking at these materials that had been sorted out by Yunyan, Ziyan still decided to take a look at the most authentic original materials handed over by the ghost gate, maybe other details could be seen in it.

Yunyan is not there, Xiaonuo is only responsible for serving Ziyan to daily life, and has no right to touch the things sent by Taoyuan Secret Passage, so this original information was found by Ziyan herself in the archives.

In fact, it didn't take much effort, and the cowhide was still very conspicuous in the middle of a pile of bamboo silk and paper. But the moment Ziyan got it, he was shocked.

In this information, there is a bad spirit.

It's not the evil qi of cowhide, the cowhide that has been nitrated can basically only be regarded as a piece of utensils, there will be no evil qi, or after being put for so long, there can still be evil qi that makes purple smoke vibrate.

The kraft paper has been put for a long time, and after a shock, the purple smoke can still be tolerated.

It's just that...... Ziyan couldn't bear to close her eyes.

If you look closely, the dark brown cowhide is written with black charcoal, and the color difference is not obvious and not very clear. What is even more conspicuous is the round dark and brown spot on it, which looks like some liquid has been splashed on it, and it is more like a scar that has been scratched and scabbed.

Because of the special background of the members of the Ghost Gate, they are all a group of poor people who are carried away by hatred. But love and hatred are precisely the most motivating force for people to forget their lives. Compared with using their lives, how can Taoyuan and Yanyulou compare to the ghost gate who has gathered enough energy to take revenge?

I just don't know, how many people did the blood on this cowhide come from?