Chapter 122: The Majesty of the Horse

The mountains of Chengzhou are continuous, the most prestigious is the sacred mountain Gogon, the tall mountain range in the southwest isolates the water vapor of the sea, the tunnel is rigid and soft without springs, the sky is rare and rainy, and the vast grassland cannot even grow a dwarf tree that is higher than the hip bone.

Nomadic tribes had to keep their populations and pastures under strict control, otherwise a heavy snowfall would leave them hungry and cold.

But even if you are careful and careful, every few winters there are still small tribes that disappear into the depths of the grassland, some because of natural disasters, and some are **.

In the dead of winter, two tribes that nomadic herds to the same pasture, there will be the most tragic battle, the winner kills the hero, slaughters the cattle, mutton, and beasts sing and dances, and the loser loses everything to survive in the winter.

When resources are extremely scarce, man is no different from a wild animal.

In fact, this was not the case in the earliest Chengzhou, as a practitioner who visualized the power of the totem and the blessing of the ancestors, the herdsmen of Chengzhou were the oldest and most powerful empire in Xihe.

They never farmed, but herded Maron Island every early autumn and plundered everything.

In its heyday, there were more than a dozen golden tribes on the Chengzhou grassland, but this splendor soon disappeared.

As far as cultivation is concerned, cultivating civilization, which is a way of delaying gratification, makes it easier to give birth to strong people.

Except for a very small number of bloodline people, the vast majority of the warriors of the Chengzhou tribe did not have the patience to complete the accumulation of transformation to the fierce realm.

As a result, the combat power of the tribes on the grassland of Chengzhou is mostly composed of mortal-level heroes and mortal-level warriors.

For a nomadic civilization, such a structure of combat power not only maintains low attrition, but also ensures sufficient aggressiveness, which is very suitable.

Like all successful people, you can't wait to let time stand still forever.

But where would those families who were plundered every now and then will, or migrate or unite, and the Golden Tribe soon declined.

With the emergence of fierce realm warriors in the family, every raid is a fight for life, and the matter of a hundred horses going to ten horses often happens, which will soon weaken the originally rich tribe.

The difficulty of the Saga system is that once the superiority of force is established, it is difficult to overturn stable farming and harvesting.

The territory occupied by more than a dozen golden tribes was eaten away by various families in Chengzhou, and finally all the tribes were driven to the barren Tianshan grassland.

If the tribes at that time had been able to put aside their hearts and unite together, they would not have been able to reclaim a few cities with abundant products from the hands of the family, but unfortunately the fighting and accumulated hatred caused these tribes to be unable to form a formation when they were expelled.

The Blue Wolf Tribe is a descendant of the Golden Tribe and the most powerful tribe under the Tianshan Mountains.

But such a powerful clan is still powerless in the face of the family, and every winter, the family will have a caravan into the winter camp to "buy".

Take a large amount of cattle, sheep, jade, and salt accumulated by the tribe, and then throw away a few bags of grain in exchange.

If any tribe dares to resist, then the strong man of the family will kill all the warriors of that part.

"There is not enough food, just because there are more pot-bellied men. ”

The warrior standing in the pile of corpses wiped the blood stains on his hands with a handkerchief, and calmly said towards countless pairs of hateful eyes: "These people are dead, isn't there enough food?"

In the face of the warriors who are like gods in the family, the tribe has no courage to resist at all.

What was once imposed by the Golden Tribe on the Chengzhou family is now multiplied to future generations.

It's just that the hatred churning in my heart is like the cold ice on the Tianshan Mountains that has not melted for hundreds of millions of years, making the already barren and backward tribes more closed and xenophobic.

Whenever outsiders appear, there is endless hatred in the eyes of the tribal boys, which is also the root of Longzhou's saying that the grassland is a bad place.

For Battle, all outside the steppe is the enemy.

Until that day, the Heavenly Maiden appeared in Dongyingpan and knocked the hearts of the tribes to the ground.

The three young men believed that Yunxiu must be an envoy sent by the Immortal Heaven to save the suffering Blue Wolf Clan.

Especially when the angels could still communicate with them in the tribal language, the young men of the Blue Wolf Department believed their speculation even more.

The angel said that the gold tribe owed the Chengzhou family a long time ago;

The angel said that there are good people and bad people out there, and that if you want to completely change the situation of the tribe, you can only rely on these young people;

The angel said that she would let the pastures under the Tianshan Mountains grow rice, and the tribe would not have to worry about running out of food for the winter in the future!

The old men of the tribe said that the woman was a demon who had come to kill the young people, but Battle and the other young men did not see it that way.

Although young people who have grown up on the grassland know that crops cannot grow in the grassland, at that moment, they are willing to give up their reason and believe desperately.

Dozens of young people stupidly followed Yunxiu to the foot of the Tianshan Mountain, and received tools to dig a ditch in a certain piece of dry and hard land at the foot of the mountain.

No one asks where the water comes from, and every day is just a repetitive task, but you can feel calm and happy.

This kind of thing in the future, for the blue wolf department, which has long been accustomed to despair, has long dared not hope for extravagance.

As long as they can stay with the angels, they will be able to live in peace and joy, but they will not believe in those good promises.

Dozens of young men from the Blue Wolf Department just numbly dug the cistern, as if expecting a hole in the sky to break through and then fall into the water.

"Hah... It's not impossible, isn't it?"

Battle looked at his already bored partner and persuaded him without confidence.

In the eyes of the people who looked at him like fools, a clear spring was left from the Tianshan Mountains and poured into the cistern they had dug.

"Gollum, Gollum"

The young man watched as the pool was filled up little by little, muttering "miracles" in his mouth.

In the most difficult winter on the grassland, the first crops grew under the sky, and feeling the warmth in the cloud curtain, a group of young people wept silently.

Dig ditches to store water, establish several warm formations on the Tianshan Mountains, and establish several shogunate towns at the foot of the mountain, as long as the formation is activated, there will be ice and snow on the Tianshan Mountains to turn into gurgling water flows, irrigate the fields, and there will be greenhouses on the ground such as the curtain spring and autumn, and then there are several crops suitable for the growth of dry land.

The so-called miracle is these few worthless things, but for the grassland tribe, it is all hope.

The young man rushed home barefoot with the goods, and the news soon spread through the grassland.

All the tribes sent representatives to see the god level, and the first young people also became leaders large and small.

They led their tribesmen to dig on the basis of the original Qutang, and saw that the fields that were difficult to irrigate were getting bigger and bigger, and the tribe's worries were getting heavier and heavier.

Because with the spread of the news, the secret spies of the family continued to appear on the grassland, and they looked coldly at the hot construction site, and the pen and paper in their hands kept recording.

From their eyes, it is as if they can see that the land that has been worked so hard will eventually turn to ashes.

Despair spread in the bottom of my heart, and the angel who came down from the mountain did not know where to take out a flag and planted it on the edge of the pool.

comforted them: "As long as this flag is there, the family of Chengzhou will not dare to embarrass you." ”

Battle looked at the unrecognizable word on the flag, and suddenly felt extremely sacred, so he asked Yunxiu: "Angel, what kind of totem is that word on the flag?"