The closest road from Yangguan to Xia Cheng is 41,000 and 34 steps, which is counted by the children in the Chengyi School in more than ten years, about eighty miles. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Between Xiacheng and Yangguan is a plain, close to Yangguan hills gradually increasing, and further north is the mountain that stretches for two or three hundred miles.

The valley plain sandwiched between the two high mountains is one of the most convenient roads to enter the land of Xia City from the north, and the rest of the places have to go over the mountains if you want to enter, and it is okay if there are fewer people, if there are more, it will take a long time.

The valley was wide, seven or eight miles flat, and a small river two or three paces wide flowed from the center of the valley to the grass river.

The willow trees on both sides of the creek had been cut down to build a city, and some of the dwarf ones had been eaten by the sheep brought back by the shepherd not long ago.

Now these sheep and herdsmen have been temporarily moved to the vicinity of Xia City, and only Qingzhuang is left in Yangguan City.

The original Yangguan was not tall, the city wall was three steps high and two steps wide, and there was no water in a trench outside, only some wooden fences were planted.

Yangguan is not the same as Xiacheng, not a square rectangle, but an irregular rectangle, about one hundred and ten steps long and sixty steps wide.

There are also two small platforms protruding from the main gate, like horns sticking out of the head of a bull.

The east side of the city is bordered by the small river, and there are several clay pipes that bring the water into the city. Fifty paces east of the river is another newly renovated town. Like a child in Yangguan, the wooden bridge across the river is like a mother holding the child's hand.

This small town is much smaller than Yangguan and was formerly used as a place for slave trading. Behind the side of the town is a row of crooked wooden mud houses, where the herdsmen who settled here lived, but now only the wooden houses remain, and the people have moved away.

It's November now, it's already cold, and it's not snowing yet, and even if it snows, the people won't think about choosing the leader of the city again.

Jian Chen has lived here for ten years, and there are now more than 680 people in the city, in addition to the soldiers in his own city, there are more than 30 people brought by E.

Ehuang is older than Jian Chen, but Echeng and Xia Cheng are the cities of brothers who have sworn an oath, so he has to call Uncle Chen Jian according to the rules of Echeng, and he obediently follows Jian Chen's arrangement, neither asking nor saying much, and doing whatever he should do.

A total of 90,000 catties of grain were piled up in Yangguan, enough for these people to eat for a month...... Of course, if it is not a war, you can exchange fishing for gathering and hunting, etc., and these 90,000 catties of grain are enough for 600 people to last for three months.

Chen Jian didn't prepare much, one month is the limit of the war that the clan's family can bear, and fortunately, Yangguan and Xiacheng are very close, if it is three or four hundred miles away, the logistics of the city now can support a war of this scale for ten days at most.

Yangguan lasts for a month at most, and the limit of those grassland tribes on the opposite side is like this, Chen Jian's way is to drag, relying on the city to drag, and drag it until the other party withdraws or is tired before fighting, anyway, he still has a hundred and ten cavalry in his hands.

The people in Xia City were also scattered and reorganized according to light and strong, and the slaves would not defend the city on their own, but the rest of the people could, and it would not have much impact if they did not disintegrate into a family.

All the wild tribes and liberated herdsmen can make up 2,000 people, and after Chen Jian and the council discussed, if it really reaches the stage of breaking the city, the slaves can be killed, and killing one can free the status of slaves...... Normally, this is also unlikely.

Most of the city's war base was transported to Yangguan, 20,000 feather arrows, 400 bronze weapons, a large amount of lime, 30 cannons that had to be used as a last resort, and two large wooden bows and crossbows protruding from the city gates that required several people to wind them with wooden winches.

Jian Chen's plan is very simple, if the other party dares to attack and besiege the city, then it will be slowly consumed; If the other party leaves fewer people to attack the city, and the rest of the people go to fight Xia City, then let them go and never return, the big deal is that half of the wheat field will make them scourge and leave all these people here, once and for all.

The new army and some of the soldiers were always hidden in the city, and there were not many people on the city walls, creating the illusion that there were not too many people in the city, because the scouts from the opposite side had infiltrated the vicinity.

For several days in a row, your scouts could encounter the enemy in the valley, and the two sides fought several skirmishes, winning more and losing less, only one yesterday. A few people on the grassland lay on the ground in the cold autumn night and did not make a fire, and a few scouts thought that they had not paid attention to it early and were ambushed, and only one of the five people came back.

Shi Shan, who wanted to stab the white horse to death, found Jian Chen with the bronze sword that wanted to stab the clansmen to death, hoping that he would go out with the scout team and find a few scouts on the opposite side. The twelve people who had come back alive from the grassland all wanted to go out, but Jian Chen looked at their already weak bodies and only agreed to let Shi Shan take a few of the rest out.

Three days ago, when the white horse went to the toilet, the twelve men beat the white horse, whipped it with rattan, and then went to the military judge to turn himself in, and the crime was thirty lashes each.

They hated the white horse because if it weren't for the fact that the white horse wanted to make meritorious contributions, but killed some people step by step, burned the grassland, and retreated, those people would not have died. Going further, if it weren't for the fact that the white horse wanted to kill the son of the leader of the steppe, this battle would not have been fought. Their thoughts are similar to those of Ji Song, they are very confused, but they are ignorantly feeling that all these changes come from the heart of private ownership and the possession of rights other than respect, but they can't think that far.

The twelve men agreed to kill fifty-eight enemies, and in the future they would retrieve the bodies of their companions and bury the heads of these fifty-eight enemies beside them. Even though Ji Xia said that when they go to another world, the enemy is still fighting, so it is best not to let people die, but they feel that if the number of people is the same, their partners can still be afraid of the enemy? Send it to another world and let your friends kill it again.

Stone Mountain found a pottery shard and put it on his body, and every time he killed an enemy, he was drawing a piece on the stone tablet, and he didn't know what to do after killing these people, but at least he knew what to do now.

Twenty people drawn from the new army, plus a few scouts brought by Shi Shan, carrying bows and arrows on their backs, bronze swords, leather shields and spears, took advantage of the early morning mist to leave Yangguan.

They want to avenge the scouts who lost a few days ago, and at the same time, they also want to make the clansmen full of confidence before the big battle, even if it is only a small defeat, so that the other scouts will be frightened, so as not to find out the details of the city.

In the grass outside Yangguan, the scout of the grassland tribe moved his fingers slightly, the night of late autumn and early winter was very cold, and it was not the same as the dry cold of winter, it was a kind of cold that was wet to the bones.

Hammer means mountain full of stones in the steppe, and if there is only one language in this world, then he and Stone Mountain are actually the same name.

A few days ago, Hammer led people to kill four scouts in Xia City, and now he has another scalp on his scalp.

Two were given to his fellow clansmen, and the remaining one was to be left to his chieftain, Dawu, not as a force but as a kind of respect from the heart.

Dawu was the son of the tribal chief, but not the youngest, so when he grew up, he left the salt pans with a part of his clansmen and lived on the grassland with his own people.

Not every chief liked the youngest son, but it was a habit. A long time ago, there was no marriage and possession between men and women in the grasslands, so the bloodlines were very chaotic, and it was not even clear whether they were their own children.

It was much later that possession and marriage were made, and as a matrilineal transition, the man had to treat the child brought by the woman as his own, and the youngest son could at least be sure that it was his own seed, so that the youngest son could stay with his parents.

At this time, the family is not a small family, the responsibility of the family is to bear the whole big family, and the brothers also have to bear each other's women, if the elder brother dies, the younger brother is responsible and obliged to sleep with the sister-in-law and take the sister-in-law as his wife, in the same way, if there is no brother, then it is not the son born by the woman to bear this obligation, which also determines that the young son is the most favored in the long-term habit, because he cannot sleep with his own mother and can ensure that it is his own seed. As for the transfer of power, there will always be a war between the son and the uncle, and whoever wins is the leader.

The mother of Dawu, the leader of Hammer, died young, and when she was separated, she had only a population of about 300 and more than 100 slaves.

At that time, Hammer was just an adult, but the family only had two horses and not many sheep. In the past, it was customary on the prairie that whoever grabbed it after the war was whoever, Hammer's brother died early, and his horse did not run fast, even though he was as strong as a stone, but every time he had very little booty, he also delayed his own work when he went on the expedition, and he had to hand over some booty to the leader, so life became more and more sad.

In the third year after Dawu and them migrated, Hammer remembered very well that on that day, Dawu suddenly called all the people of the tribe and gave most of the sheep and horses belonging to Dawu to the tribesmen, telling the tribesmen that sheep and horses were nothing in his eyes, as long as there were many sheep and horses in the tribe, it didn't matter.

Hammer never dared to imagine that he could get a horse with good hooves, one of his two horses was a hot horse, and the other was too old for him to ride.

A year later, on the same day, the day when the moon was at its fullest after the hay had been cut, Dawu told his people that in future wars, all the spoils of war would be handed over, and then distributed according to the merits and heads of each man, and that he would keep only a tenth as a chief.

There were a few brothers who opposed it, but most of them agreed, so the next day the tribe went out, and one hundred and fifty men defeated a tribe of more than six hundred men and women.

Hammer killed twelve people in that battle, snatched a beautiful stone, and quietly hid it in his arms.

Although Dawu said that at that time, he didn't believe it very much, and while counting the loot, Hammer kept telling himself not to think too much, in case he didn't get it, it would be uncomfortable.

But when Dawu called out Hamer's name, Hammer thought he had misheard, twenty sheep, three women, and two male slaves......

When Hammer stepped forward and began to choose a woman, he thought he was dreaming, slapped himself hard, knelt at Dawu's feet, kissed Dawu's toes, and felt his private booty from his arms.

Dawu laughed and whipped him as he had said, but gave him the spoils of war, and even sent him some badger oil in the evening to keep the wound from pain, and gave him the beautiful stone.

After that, Hammer's life was better, and half a year later, the wealthy people were killed, and they were divided among their sheep and horses, and they attacked several tribes, and the tribe, which had only three hundred people, had a population of nearly a thousand and more than seven hundred slaves.

The Dawu tribe has a large population, but Dawu is not the most sheep and horses among the leaders, and sometimes Hammer will ask Dawu, and Dawu will always tell Hamer that what he wants is not sheep and horses, but a group of warriors and the whole grassland. Sheep and horses are the best things in the eyes of warriors, and the vast and boundless grasslands are the most precious in the eyes of leaders.

Many tribes wanted to know why the Dawu people were so warlike, but Hammer knew that it was because Dawu gave a reason to be a good fighter for someone like himself.

In the spring, a group of men with strange weapons came to the grassland, and offered a few strange and envious weapons that Hammer had never seen before, and Dawu kept those people, and gave them some sheep, horses, and women, and accepted these people with the same skin color as slaves, and there were voices of opposition, but Hammer never objected, because it was Dawu's decision.

When Hammer killed the scouts of Xia Cheng a few days ago, there was a person by his side who was said to have come from the stars, and now they have gradually learned the words of the grassland, learned to ride horses and shoot arrows, and the falling stars have become the same important people as the priests around Dawu.

For the status of the falling star, Hammer is not jealous, because the short iron spear that Dawu gave himself is really easy to use, a few days ago, he used that short iron spear to stab a scout in Xia Cheng to death, the other party is very capable of fighting, but unfortunately he hid it too well, and now the scout's bronze sword is hanging on Hamer's waist, with a beautiful fishskin sheath on the outside, and a cloth purse with vanilla on the hilt, but unfortunately the woman can no longer wait for the owner of the sword to go back.

Hammer was about to quietly take out the bronze sword to take a look, when a small pine cone was quietly dropped from the tree behind him, signaling that someone was coming in the distance. (To be continued.) )