It is not yet September, and the wind in the Mobei grassland is already a little cold, but it does not make people feel biting, similar to a kind of stimulation of the cold wind when you just come out of the bath.

Through the desert to Mobei, the Mongolian Plateau is not a flat river as many people imagine, but also some hills, forests, rocky beaches and so on. If all of them were grass, then at least half of the yellow sheep, wild horses, and wolves on the grassland would die. In the face of their common natural enemies, if these animals lose their place to hide, rest, and replenish their salt, there is only one ending left.

Sheltered from the wind is not only suitable for animals to hide, but herders also like to camp in such places. The tribes on the steppe attack each other, and in addition to pastures, rivers, cattle and sheep, a good place to spend the winter is also a must. The white-haired wind and ice tide will always come, and if the small tribes do not find a good place to pitch their tents, it will only be a matter of winter if they lose 30% or more of the population. If you don't even have hay ready for the cattle and sheep to eat, the whole tribe will fall apart in an instant, and many herders struggling to survive will become the most hated "sheep thieves" on the grassland.

In the northwest of Ulan, Liao, there is a small hill recess with a back mountain thousands of miles away, which is the best place to avoid the white-haired wind, but at this time there is a sound of killing. Because of the terrain, the men who grew up on horseback could only attack each other on their legs. There were also Jebes on both sides in the array, pressing the bow and casting cold arrows, almost without missing a shot.

Tiele was dressed in rusty Han-style iron armor, and I don't know which dynasty left it on the grassland, but Tiele was very fortunate to have it at this time. It's a good thing, with two pieces of leather armor in it, only the arrows of the Jebels need to be hidden.

With his son and men, Tieler finally won the victory, trampling the Zizirs who had been oppressing them under their feet. The Zizirs were much more numerous than the Tiele tribesmen, and their scimitars were sharper, but the Zizirs were already content with the offerings of the small tribes, and every year before the cold wind began to rise, they ran to a safe place to drink and give birth to dolls. The warriors guarding the mountain pass were all slacking off, and Tiele certainly had no reason to fail.

Tiele and his sons looked with disdain at the nobles who had stood on their heads in the past, and these nobles were going to die, and most of the captives would be distributed to the fallen and meritorious warriors, which was Tieler's promise. Tiele has always believed that as long as wine, cattle and sheep and women are distributed to his subordinates, those loyal subordinates will naturally bring him the most precious thing, victory!

Opening the tent where the Zizirs were holding slaves and maids, Tiele lifted up his wife, who had been snatched away for more than a year. Glancing at his wife's big belly without paying attention, Tiele took off the ornate fur fur from the daughter of the leader of Zizier, and then draped it over his wife.

"I've come to your rescue, pearl of the grassland." Tiele said to his haggard wife, not caring that she had been bullied by the leader of Zizir and had children. The rule of the prairie is that those who fail don't deserve anything. That's right, Tieler was just a little uncomfortable and didn't care much about being green.

"You're finally here, Eagle of the Prairie." The tall blue sticker had tears in his eyes, and his always resolute face was full of tenderness.

Lan Tieer had just turned thirty, and Tiele was more than forty years old at the time. Twenty years ago, Lan Tieer, who was still a little girl, fell in love with Tiele from a small tribe at a glance, and she forced her father to die, and the two finally had their own clan.

Life on the steppe was very difficult, and Tiele and his men fought desperately, but they could only get the population of the tribe from increasing or decreasing. The Great Liao and Jurchen fought and lost control of the Mobei steppes, so the attack on the grassland was greatly accelerated.

More than a year ago, Tiele led his warriors to resist the Zizirs, but was defeated and fled, and most of his people were taken by the Zizirs. After collecting and strictly controlling the sheep thieves and wandering herdsmen on the steppe, Tiele decided to raid the winter camp of the Qizirs and captured the leader of the Qizirs in one fell swoop. Without a leader, dozens of Zizir's tribes would soon fall apart.

"Those who exceed the wheels die, the old and weak are exiled, and cattle and sheep, women and war horses are distributed according to their war exploits, and the war dead are divided more." Tiele gave orders to his right-hand man, and his two sons listened attentively behind him.

Riding on his horse, Tiele felt the heat of the burning Qizir camp behind him, and his heart burned hot. The Liao State, which has ruled the steppe for more than 100 years, is no longer able to control it, why can't the warriors on the steppe have their own khan?

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"Eighty meters, third from the left, diamond-shaped barbed arrow, five shots!" The centralized tactics of the straight bow were further refined, and this order meant to shoot five diamond-shaped barbed arrows eighty meters away from the third position to the left. The terrain fluctuations and the size of the wind need to be converted into military orders, such as adjusting the distance a little farther when the wind is headwind, and adjusting the angle of archery when the wind is crosswind, and the conversion method of the terrain is the most complicated.

The straight archers lined up in several small formations, squatting neatly and drawing their bows, and their movements were still so obscene. After a piercing screech, hundreds of identical arrows ravaged one-sixth of a football field. With screams and groans, the mountain people in ragged clothes and with hoes and sticks in their hands fell to the ground.

Among them, several of the guys in tattered leather armor tried to struggle to their feet, but they were met with a few arrows that were significantly thicker. The three-edged heavy arrows pierced through the armor with barbs, and the warriors quickly bled to death.

Liu Decheng put down the straight bow as high as one meter seven, a trace of unbearability flashed in his eyes, but he quickly pressed it down again, and together with Ding Shihang, he crossed the river with the armor soldiers. The brook that used to be crystal clear is dyed a faint red, but soon it becomes clear again, and this is the wonder of nature.

Ding Shihang squinted and looked up, and the enemies on the walled wall were in chaos, seemingly infighting. Liu Ding and the two discussed it and decided not to kill more, and waited for them to decide the victory or defeat internally.

"Jing Xinyi, take your people to clean up the battlefield." Liu Decheng looked at a young man with wide hands and feet and a long face and thick eyebrows, and ordered.

Jing Xinyi was shocked, he didn't think he was angry, and happily took his dozens of brothers to clean up. The stumps and broken arms should be collected and cremated, the arrows should be wiped clean of the blood and mud and then stacked, and the injured and not dead should be tied up and handed over to the military doctor in Mingyuezhuang.

All kinds of weapons are packed together, Jing Xinyi knows that these are his own, and the people who come out of Mingyuezhuang can't look down on this garbage. Looking at Mingyuezhuang Zhuang Ding who was wearing a uniform gray-black military uniform, more than a dozen pendants on his body, and wearing a unified bamboo and wood helmet, Jing Xinyi was very envious, how could Mingyuezhuang look at it differently? Jing Xinyi didn't know that a hard-working person like him was what Mingyuezhuang valued the most.

Li Xiang had already left Mingyuezhuang and went to Bianjing with a part of the people. The day after Li Xiang's departure, Liu Decheng and Ding Shihang couldn't wait to take the displaced people into the mountains to survive.

Although the workshops of Mingyuezhuang and Mingyueji recruited thousands of laborers, and the construction of Mingyueji and Mingyuebao also employed tens of thousands of displaced people, there were no fewer poor people from the north.

Li Xiang, Xiong Chengwen and others made a plan, and the steady stream of displaced people was divided into groups of several hundred people. Xiong Chengwen asked them to choose the ones who were in charge of people, affairs, money, and soldiers, and then put together the young and strong among them. Mingyuezhuang will give them some old weapons, the smart people in the homeless community will also make some simple wooden spears and wooden shields by themselves, and some homeless people who are eager to get ahead will even ask Mingyuezhuang for a knife and gun.

Mingyuezhuang's elder battalion and the guards finally had the opportunity to earn their military merits, they rushed to lead the displaced people into the mountains in batches to survive, dozens of Zhuang Ding could clear a few small villages, and then scattered thousands of displaced people, and the unstable aboriginal mountain people were brought back to Mingyuezhuang as coolies.

In the early days, every time the young officers of the old battalion went to a Qinling village, they had to tremble and shout to allow them to surrender and save their lives. After being ridiculed, many inexperienced young people went up with red faces and tried their best.

Half a month after entering the mountain, the combat power of the elder brother's battalion gradually spread, and the leaders of each mountain no longer fought hard, and many people chose to surrender, anyway, there was a way to survive if they surrendered. However, two squads took the displaced people to fight for the territory, but they were crippled by the villages that were surrendered, and one of them happened in an unknown village that Liu Decheng was attacking.

This small village is located on the sunny side of a southwest-northeast trending hill, with a small river in the east, and the mountain in the back, which is easy to defend and difficult to attack. It's a pity that the people in the village don't want to resist, but the internal strife is fierce, otherwise the casualties will be great.

Ding Shihang walked over, took the bamboo tube handed over by Liu Decheng, drank a few sips of water, and then scolded: "Damn, the little master has reminded you many times to be careful of the people who are self-defending in the mountains, don't underestimate them." As a result, someone really did a rough job, and was actually fooled by a simple trick to surrender, and all the things taught by Mengxue and the recruit camp were fed to the dogs......"

Liu Decheng bit a grass stem, a little like a hanger, "It's not that I'm afraid of bloodshed, so I don't dare to fight." The little master said that only those who have seen blood and fought are called soldiers, and only those who have killed people and made meritorious contributions are called veterans. ”

Ding Shihang looked to the east, his eyes were full of envy, "I don't know where the little master has gone, Bianjing, ......"

Liu Decheng got up and patted Ding Shihang on the shoulder, "Don't be envious, there will be a rotation at the end of the year." By the way, you're going to Bianjing, how sad does your little lover have to be? ”

Ding Shihang touched the helmet, his face was already red, and several brands on the side also joked. Suddenly, the herald came to report, the gate of the village in front was wide open, and a group of people came out carrying several corpses.

Liu Decheng walked in the front, and an old man who was in good spirits and had washed white linen clothes came over to make a move, "Dare to ask the two little generals their names?" ”

Ding Shihang was annoyed, and when he heard the words, he directly scolded him: "Don't talk nonsense, if you want to fight, you have to give a word!" ”

Liu Decheng coughed and glared at Ding Shihang, "This old man, don't be afraid, say something slowly." ”

The old man wiped a cold sweat, "It's all this Hu'er family surnamed Zhao, they have to fight against the king and use tricks to ambush the king." He didn't know that he had brought trouble to the village, and the old man had no choice but to correct him, were the two kings satisfied? ”

Ding Shihang was dumbfounded, can the infighting be so reasonable? Liu Decheng was paying attention to another matter, coughing a few times, "Cough, this old man, we are not the king of the mountain......

This small village of more than 1,000 people is located a hundred miles northwest of Mingyuezhuang, and under the leadership of the old man surnamed Hu, he killed the big boss who had previously designed to ambush the old brother camp and officially surrendered. Old man Hu's name is Hu Jixiang, he has been in this deep mountain for nearly 30 years, and he is very witty.

Liu Decheng and Ding Shihang named the village Hujiazhai, moved half of the villagers to other places, and then left 500 homeless people mixed with sand. Liu Decheng told Hu Jixiang that he could exchange materials with Mingyuezhuang with wood, minerals, medicinal materials and tung oil, and sent the detailed list, Hu Jixiang's eyes lit up.

In the early morning of the next day, Liu Decheng found Jing Xinyi and promoted him to be the leader of the soldiers in Hujiazhai. After taking over the iron armor, of course, it was a half-body armor, and Jing Xinyi swore in the name of his ancestors to always be loyal to Mingyuezhuang.

After Jing Xinyi arrived in Mingyuezhuang, he has been trying to cooperate with Mingyuezhuang's policies, and he also actively participated in the battle with his brothers who were united, so he got a chance.

There are many examples like Jing Xinyi and Hu Jixiang, but there are also many villages that resist to death, after all, Mingyuezhuang wants a stable and obedient village, and it can't tolerate unstable factors. Mingyuezhuang's first step is to arrange the displaced people into the mountains to survive, but how to control these villages and how to keep them fed has to continue to explore.

Jing Xinyi, a homeless person, and an aboriginal representative like Hu Jixiang control Hujiazhai together, and they will definitely fight back and forth at the beginning, and there will be more and more problems. Li Xiang unceremoniously handed over these troublesome matters to Xiong Chengwen, which can be regarded as a test for Xiong Chengwen and Zhang Zhanjun and others.

The reason why Li Xiang was so interested in controlling the eastern part of the Qinling Mountains was that he had the consideration of leaving a way out for himself, but more importantly, he wanted to find a grassroots system that could best compete with the rural order established by the gentry. Otherwise, no matter how advanced their ideas are, how capable the army is, or how fair their policies are, they will inevitably be peached by the gentry, after all, the main body of the Great Zhou is still illiterate farmers.

Whether Li Xiang will start another stove is still two words, if the Great Zhou can support and recover the Hetao Youyun and garrison along the Great Wall, then China in this time and space is likely to take another path. If Li Xiang still wants to raise troops, he will be a little cold-blooded.