Mozhigesang is the leader of an ordinary nomadic tribe in the windy steppes.

He was born here, grew up here, married and had children, and after his father's death, he became the new owner of this tent and the new leader of the Gesang tribe.

Glancing at the snow that was almost covering his head, Mozhigesang's face showed a look of despair.

Eastern Khan raised the tax again this year, in order to avoid the exploitation of those blood-sucking zombies, Mozhi Gesang and the tribesmen discussed, and decided not to go to the city of Yan this winter, according to the latest tax standards of Yan Kingdom, even if they hid in a city that could shelter from the wind and snow, they would not be able to survive this winter.

More importantly, Mori Gesang heard from other tribes that the imperial court of Yan was preparing to recruit nomads from the grasslands and deserts, form threshing soldiers, and go to Qingguo to plunder grain.

A man like Mozhi Gesang, who is in the prime of life and is in the prime of his life, is very likely to be requisitioned and transferred.

But they are only a small tribe, and if Mozhi Gesang and a few other middle-aged people are requisitioned, even if their tribe does not starve to death this winter, they will become one of the countless dry bones in the grasslands and deserts next year because they have no strength to compete for pastures.

After much thought, they finally decided to take the risk of hiding in the steppe to avoid taxes and conscription.

It's just that God doesn't seem to have mercy on the poor Gesang clan.

He rained a white-haired wind capable of depriving everyone of their lives, and it was the only heavy snow in Mozhigesang's life.

"Asiri, you're still pregnant, just let the kids go out with me."

After struggling to open a clearing, Mozhigesang wiped his sweat and said a word to his wife, who wanted to carry the shovel of snow.

And his child, without saying anything from Mozhigsang Do, took the shovel from his mother's hand.

Asili glanced at her belly, which was already bulging high, nodded helplessly, thought for a while and said, "Mo Ri, kill a sheep." Today, the men of the tribe have to exert great strength, and they can't hold on without eating meat. ”

Hearing this, Mo Rigesang nodded without hesitation and said, "Kill." With such a heavy snowfall, I'm afraid that there are already sheep frozen to death in the sheepfold. Just take it to eat. When the snow is almost gone, then call the women of the tribe out and cook the lambs. ”

Hearing this, several children with dark faces swallowed in unison.

Different from the common perception of the people of the Central Plains, in fact, the nomads on the grasslands, their main food is barley, tea oil, or bread from the city, with some milk from cattle and sheep.

Meat is slaughtered only on a few occasions such as grand festivals or visits from afar.

Like most ordinary people in the Central Plains, they don't actually eat meat a few times a year.

After discussing these miscellaneous matters, Mozhi Gesang took a few of his half-sized sons out of the tent, communicated with the other people in the tent with shouts, and began to clear the snow in the tribe.

Although this year's heavy snowfall is really rare, these nomads have long had a lot of experience.

Instead of clearing all the snow, they prioritized clearing the road between the tents and the sheepfold, piling the snow on both sides of the road.

This not only saves a lot of effort, but also uses a high snow wall to resist the cold wind, so that the temperature in the tent will be increased.

After all this work, it was already past noon.

As Mozhi Gesang guessed, several cattle and sheep in the cattle and sheep pen were frozen to death.

The dead cattle and sheep were dragged out and handed over to the women, who used the snow as building materials and covered the cattle and sheep pens around them, leaving only a curtain of fodder in and out.

After that, just be careful not to let the snow block the curtain.

As for whether they can survive this winter in the end, it depends on whether God wants them to live, and then if there is no snow as big as now, they will be able to live, and if there are one or two more games, I am afraid that the Gesang tribe will completely disappear into the grassland.

The cattle and sheep were hung high, skinned and skinned, and the fire was burned, and the more than 40 people in the seven or eight tents of the entire tribe almost moved.

Several pregnant women grinned their chapped lips and smiled the most innocently.

The hound lay not far away, looking at the skinned and deboned cattle and sheep, sniffing the blood, saliva in the mouth, and the tail wagging constantly.

Soon, the aroma of food wafted through this nomadic tribe.

Mo Ri Gesang let out a sigh of white breath and said, "Everyone has worked hard, let's eat quickly." When the meat is cold, it won't taste good! ”

Hearing the patriarch's words, a group of people immediately moved their hands, took knives and began to cut the meat out of the pot.

But just as everyone was enjoying their meals, the hounds on the side suddenly stood up and barked loudly and fiercely towards the outside of the snow-covered camp.

Mozhigesang frowned, and the men of the tribe immediately put down the meat in their hands and ran quickly into the tent, and when they came out, they were either armed with bows and arrows or carrying scimitars.

Mo Rigesang took the knife from his own child and said, "With such a heavy snowfall, it can't be a human, it may be a hungry steppe wolf." All the women and children went to the cattle and sheepfolds, which were made of wood, and blocked the doors, so that the wolves could not enter. Men, stay outside, the wolves don't dare to attack so many of us! ”

Soon, Mozhi Gesang issued one order after another, and everyone ran towards the cattle and sheep pen without caring about the meat that had not eaten a few bites.

Mozhigesang, as the patriarch of the tribe and the bravest warrior, was the last to retreat.

Just as the hound barked more and more frantically, Mozhigesang saw a scene he had never seen in his life.

I saw that the snow around me began to tremble, and then the earth trembled.

Mozhigesang's pupils shrank sharply, this is not the movement of the wolves, this is the cavalry.

He simply doubted his judgment.

What kind of crazy people would choose to rush on such a day, and how to rush with such thick snow.

Just when he was at a loss, he saw that the wall of snow dug up by himself and others in front of him began to ripple like ripples on the surface of the water.

Then a cavalryman in leather armor jumped out of the snow as if he had crossed the water.

The snow-covered walls were not damaged in the slightest.

Immediately after, one cavalry after another jumped out of the snow, and finally three men in armor escorted a general in black armor into their camp.

The cavalry roamed through the camp, ignoring the armed warriors of the Gesang tribe.

And the black-armored general glanced at Mo Rigesang and said lightly: "Who are you, how far is this place from Qingyuan City!" ”

Mo Ri Gesang swallowed his saliva and said, "This is the Gesang tribe, the Qingyuan City you are going to is seven days away from riding a horse here. Who are you? ”

When the black armor general heard this, he took off his mask, revealing an extremely young face, and he said with a smile: "I am Daqing Zhaoguan, Li Changming. ”

"Daqing!" Mo Rigesang almost subconsciously shouted, his face full of disbelief!

Some people died, but not completely......