In Binh Duong, the autumn wind is not too cold, but north of the Hetao, it is already a little cold.

It was a small tribe with more than a dozen tents tied together, and a fence nailed in wood on one side to enclose the cattle and sheep in the tribe.

The sky gradually brightened, the voices of the people in the tent gradually became noisy, and a new day began again.

The herdsmen in the north are actually similar to the farmers in the Central Plains in many ways, such as working at sunrise and perching at sunset, day after day, year after year, they also rely on God to eat, and they are as unlucky as natural and man-made disasters.

It's just that farmers in the Central Plains may only work on a mountain for the rest of their lives, while herdsmen in the north are constantly migrating with water and grass.

In fact, the herdsmen also farmed the land, but they were not very intensive, and they sowed the ground slightly on the edge of the tent where they settled, and then sprinkled some seeds, mostly highland crops such as barley, and then the old people, women and children in the tribe took care of it a little on a regular basis, and waited for the harvest.

Young and strong male ** people, under normal circumstances, are grazing, sometimes will be organized together for hunting, at this time it will be more similar to the primitive society, the prey obtained from hunting will generally be divided equally in the whole clan, the old and the young have a share......

The nomads have a lot of activity, riding horses, and having more opportunities to use bows and arrows than farmers in the Central Plains, so it is inevitable that they will have a certain advantage in the physical fitness and skills of individual soldiers when the two sides are in confrontation.

Today, the habits of this small tribe are still maintained.

The middle-aged herdsmen rode their horses and shouted repeatedly, with the blessings of the elderly, with the expectations of their wives, with the envy of their children, and with their bows and arrows, they set off......

The half-sized young man untied the fence, drove the cattle and sheep to a short distance to eat fresh aquatic plants, and continued yesterday's wrestling tournament by the way, whether he won or lost, he wanted to challenge again......

Children are mostly in groups, playing a game of war that will never get tired, sometimes falling, bumping into a knock, unless it is bleeding, otherwise most of them get up without saying a word and continue to play......

The women packed up their tents, washed their clothes, and then wondered whether to find some fabric or leather to mend the leaking cracks in the tent they had found last night......

The elderly herdsmen will go around the barley fields on the side, tidy them up, and then check the cattle and sheep fences, and knock on some loose parts that have been damaged by the cattle and sheep......

It's cumbersome, it's clever, but it's warm.

But this calm atmosphere was quickly broken.

Three or five horsemen appeared from the horizon, and soon they were in front of the tribe, led by a long eagle tail tied to the head of the rope, fluttering in the wind.

Most of the Xianbei people's hairstyles are also long, but they are not coiled with a crown like the Han people, but braided into small braids one by one, well, a bit like the hairstyles of African brothers in later generations, and then attach some trophies to their heads as decorations, such as the person who led the group has obviously shot down the eagle......

Of course, then there were also people in the Xianbei tribe who "killed Matt", such as the bald Xianbei tribe, well, this is a bit like the pig's tail in later generations, and the money is braided......

The Xianbei cavalry led by the Xianbei cavalry will unfurl a banner on the side of the horse, raised high in the wind, and the banner is embroidered with a golden winged eagle, which seems to be about to soar on the flag......

The Xianbei cavalry reined in their horses and shouted, "Who is the patriarch?" ”

Father Bart in the tribe hurriedly stepped forward and saluted to the Xianbei cavalry, hugging his chest.

The Xianbei cavalry said a few words, and then Father Bart nodded again and again, and asked someone to bring a few leather bags and a few pieces of dried meat, and gave them to a few Xianbei cavalrymen.

The Xianbei cavalry was not polite, took it with a smile, and then whistled again, rolled up the flag, reduced the wind resistance, and then turned the horse's head, led the people, and set off again, obviously heading to the next station.

Daddy Bart stood in front of the tribe, the expression on his face indescribable.

Bart's wife saw that the Xianbei cavalry was gone, and Bart's father stood still and did not come back, so she took a few steps forward, leaned over, and asked with some concern, "Daddy...... What's wrong? Could it be ......?"

Father Bart sighed and said, "Your Excellency summons...... It's going to be war...... Within three days, fifty men will gather at Wolf Mountain......"

"......" Bart's wife was stunned for a moment, because she knew that as a brave person in the tribe, Bart would definitely lead the team to participate.

Wolf Mountain, which belongs to a part of Yin Mountain.

If the Mongolian Plateau is the big stage of the Xiongnu before and Xianbei now, then Yinshan is the most important center point of this stage.

On this important natural geographical dividing line, the former Xiongnu and the Han Dynasty in the Central Plains launched a battle for more than a hundred years.

Former Qin and Former Zhao both built the Great Wall in the north, and also surrounded this area, and fought with the Xiongnu, not to mention the Han Dynasty.

Yin Mountain, the mountains that span the east and west as a barrier to block the cold current in the north, and the south is irrigated by the water of the big river, forming a thousand miles of fertile fields, suitable for agriculture and animal husbandry, and abundant water and grass; In the north, there are gentle mountains and semi-arid grasslands and even deserts and Gobi, which are much more barren in comparison.

During the Han-Hungarian War, the Han Dynasty sent troops to cross the Yinshan Mountain to attack the Xiongnu in the north, and often marched through several routes such as Dingxiang, Yunzhong, Wuyuan, and Shuofang, crossed the Yinshan Mountain, and entered the plateau. When the Xiongnu went south from the north of the desert, they also had their own way, and the most often they walked was the Kundulun ditch at the southern foot of the Yin Mountain, and they plundered through this important passage from south to north.

Daddy Bart's original tribe also used to stay in the south of Yinshan, at that time there were more than 800 people in the tribe, belonging to a small tribe, naturally it was possible to rank among the rich grasslands in the south of Yinshan, but after a war, unfortunately as the vanguard of Daddy Bart belonged to the tribe of the elite population was almost completely exhausted, which also led to the status of the entire tribe plummeting, and now can only find a meadow in the north of Yinshan, enduring the biting cold wind blowing from the north.

Yes, war can bring all kinds of shining gold and silver, heavy copper cauldrons, silky cloths, and all kinds of fine utensils......

However, war is more about bringing death, belonging to the death of both sides. This time, I don't know how many people will never come back, maybe not one, maybe ......

However, it is impossible not to participate, and small tribes have no say. It is already a small tribe, and if the population shrinks and the able-bodied men are lost, then this winter, perhaps this tribe will be forced to cease to exist and have to merge with other tribes.

And all the property that now belongs to the tribe, including cattle and sheep, and even women and children, will belong to the new tribe.

Daddy Bart silently lowered his head, put his hands behind his back, and no longer had the mood to go to the barley field, and silently returned to the tent......

Bart's wife suddenly felt a little cold on her cheeks, and when she reached out to touch it, she actually shed tears at some point, and they quickly dried up in the cold autumn wind. Bart's wife rubbed her face vigorously with her rough hands, then turned and shouted loudly to her half-grown child to go and catch some sheep.

Immortal God!

At least, before going on the expedition, let the men of their own family and the men of the tribe have a good meal......