In the vast wilderness, a white world.

When Jiangnan was still in late autumn and Jiangbei was just in winter, the sky and earth were already snowing heavily on the northern grassland.

But what is even more tragic is that even in such heavy snowy weather, the herdsmen on the grassland cannot rest.

I had to endure hunger and hunger in this long cold and snow, and I was struggling to migrate.

"Quick, it's only been snowing for half a month now, and it's not too cold."

In a migrating tribal procession, a middle-aged man dressed as a leader rode a horse, ran back and forth, and said to the tribesmen: "Two more pastures, there will be a camp left behind by the Ministry of Anyan, and we will spend the winter there." ”

The herdsmen trekked on the snow that did not reach their calves, and every step was extremely difficult, but after listening to the words of the leader Anshan, they still refreshed their spirits, cheered up, had a little more strength in their bodies, and their steps were faster.

Looking at the people who were struggling to move forward, An San breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

According to today's footsteps, you should be able to reach the pasture of the Anganbu before sunset.

When they got there, there was a camp left behind by the Anyan Ministry, where the tribe could rest for a while and survive the winter.

Although the people of their steppe are accompanied by bitter cold all year round, they can trek in heavy snowy weather.

But now the snow is getting heavier and heavier, so big that they, the grassland people, can't bear it anymore. Continue to brave the snow to go down, although it is not impossible.

But the number of people who freeze and starve to death along the way will quickly increase.

And as the depths of winter slowly come, one day, the weather will be cold and they can't stand it.

At that time, even the people of the grassland will not be able to move outside.

At that time, if there was no place to rest, the whole tribe would be drowned in the wind and snow.

Finding a place to shelter from the wind and snow and rest for a while is already imminent.

Fortunately, on the way to the south, there was an abandoned camp of the Anyan Ministry, where there were wooden houses and dirt pits left by the Anyan Ministry, which could shelter them from the wind and snow.

"The food and firewood in the tribe are enough for the time being, and they should be able to survive this winter."

Ansan muttered to himself, his eyes looking north, his eyes full of worry.

Now in the grassland, life is getting more and more difficult.

Every year is a wind and snow, in the past ten years did not necessarily encounter a big hairy day, now it is every year.

And it's getting bigger, longer and longer, and appearing more and more often.

Under the influence of this bad weather, these herders living in the northern part of the grassland could not survive the harsh weather and had to migrate to the south.

Go to the place that Da Maotian has not yet touched, find a warm and moist place for the tribe to graze, and settle down again.

However, the journey to the south was not all smooth sailing.

In fact, the herdsmen of the northern steppes began their migration to the south five or six years ago.

In the past few years, half of the tribes that have migrated from the northern steppes have passed.

But the news from the tribes that migrated south was not very pleasant.

In this world, every piece of land that can be used for survival has already had a master after tens of millions of years of development.

In the past, the various tribes in the northern steppes often fought each other for the pasture, and countless battles broke out for this.

The southern grasslands have a better climate, more abundant water and grass, more tribes to feed, and more contradictions between man and land.

How could they, the herdsmen from the north, migrate to the south, and the tribal herdsmen from the south welcome these people who have come to seize their own pasture?

Not surprisingly, there was a big war between the two major nomadic groups, one in the south and one in the north.

Countless tribes began to fight desperately on the grasslands in order to survive.

In fact, once the winter on the grassland has passed, the first thing each tribe does is not to graze cattle and sheep, but to gather the warriors of their own tribe, and then meet with the tribe that is friendly with them, and then find those enemy tribes together to fight.

After one battle after another, hundreds of tribes were wiped out in the northern and southern grasslands.

The herdsmen who died as a result of this have long been known whether they are millions or tens of millions.

Anyway, as far as An San knows, several tribes that were originally friendly with him went to the south, and now there is only one surviving.

Even the surviving tribe is now living a miserable life, and every year the men of the tribe are called to fight in the warm hour, and the work of grazing cattle and sheep is handed over to women, girls and children, and there is no rest all year round.

In this case, it may be another year or two, and the tribe will be finished.

"But now these fates, is it also my tribe's turn?"

Ansan withdrew his gaze from the north and looked back to the south.

The scenery is snow-white, as if it is the purest thing in the world.

But in this purity, he saw a bright red, the color of blood.

And he is leading his tribe to embark on a bloody road, a road that does not know whether there is an end.

But even if he knew this, Ansan had no room to back down.

Because of the wind and snow in the north, the severe cold that was more terrible than blood, was forcing him to move south step by step, looking for a way out of blood and fire.

"Big hairy day! Big hairy days are coming! ”

Just as An San was in a daze, a frightened cry suddenly sounded in his ears.

Hearing the word Da Maotian, he trembled, turned his head reluctantly, and looked in the direction of the sound.

But in the distance, in the vastness, a voice that seemed to be a ghost crying wolf suddenly came, followed by a gray shadow, wrapped in the direction of his tribe.

"Quick! Come on! ”

Seeing this scene, An San screamed, and his eyes revealed incomparable fear: "Da Maotian is coming, everyone throw away their things, run!" ”

So saying, he could not take any longer, and with the whip of his horse, he rode to one of the ranks of the tribe, and then took a child from the hand of a frightened woman, and took his son in his arms, and fled in the opposite direction.

As for his wife, the people behind him couldn't take care of it at all, and they were directly abandoned by him.

Some of the other warriors who rode and patrolled did the same, taking their children with them, or simply ignoring everything, just blindly pumping their horsewhips and driving their horses into the distance.

However, they didn't escape far, and the big hairy sky in the distance quickly swept over.

Countless snowflakes the size of goose feathers were blown by the cold wind, covering the heavens and the earth.

The whole world was covered by the wind and snow, turning into a gray world, and those panicked herdsmen were instantly drowned, and the mournful shouts and fleeing sounds were swallowed up by the endless wind and snow in the blink of an eye.

Even Anshan, who was running fast in front of him, and the horse king under him, who had been captured on the grassland by himself and domesticated from a herd of thousands of horses, had no time to escape the most terrible natural disaster on the grassland.

Just ran more than ten miles south, but was caught up by Da Maotian and disappeared into the wind and snow.

And all this, for the dark shadows, was just moving south.

The bitter and howling wind and snow, with the most terrible big hairy sky on the grassland, descended on the northern world in this early winter.

……

There was a rumbling sound, and the earth was shaking.

In the midst of a shout and wail, the beacon fire was reduced to nothing, the ground was watered with blood and iron, and the war horses galloped, and a war came to an end.

Mo Wuyan waved the saber in his hand, and a fierce cold light bloomed, instantly breaking more than ten people in front of him into two.

Suddenly there was nothing in front of him, and when he looked back, there was no enemy nearby.

Countless warriors gathered around him, the Great Khan, with weapons in their hands and raised their arms and shouted.

"Blue wolf!"

"Great Khan wins!"

"God bless!"

Everyone was celebrating the win.

Just because after defeating the enemy here, their blue wolf tribe has already taken this fertile grassland, and the tribe will finally have a foothold in the southern grasslands in the future.

A smile also appeared on Mo Wuyan's face.

Since moving south, although it has experienced many difficulties, the tribe has finally defeated one enemy after another under its own leadership and achieved this final victory.

The shouts of countless warriors at the moment all prove their supreme prestige in the hearts of the people.

It was only in the midst of the celebration that the great wizard of the tribe hurried over, and the countless warriors who passed along the way respectfully stepped aside and made way for a way.

Among the steppe tribes, the secular belonged to the Great Khan, and the gods belonged to the shamans.

And the Great Wizard is the leader of countless wizards, the spokesman of the gods in the mortal world, and his status is even more noble than that of the Great Khan.

Of course, it's just status.

When it comes to power, it is naturally the Great Khan who controls the world even more.

Therefore, for the great wizards in the tribe, Mo Wuyan is also extremely respectful.

"Great Khan, over there in the Uk grassland, there is another big hairy sky."

The Grand Wizard came to Mo Wuyan's side and whispered.

"Uk Grassland ......"

Hearing this news, Mo Wuyan frowned, and the good mood that had just been victorious dissipated in an instant, and he couldn't help asking, "Which tribes are migrating there?" ”

"It's the Anker tribe, the Misty Water tribe, and the Sancao tribe." The Grand Wizard replied.

"Did these people escape?" Mowuyan asked.

"Nope."

The Great Wizard shook his head: "Of the dozen tribes of this size, none of them survived, and all of them were devoured by Da Mao Tian. ”

Mo Wuyan's brow furrowed even tighter.

The Wuke grassland is a grassland under the rule of his blue wolf tribe, and the Anke, Mishui and other tribes live on this grassland and are subordinate to the vassal tribes of the blue wolf tribe.

Although they have migrated in the past few years, most of the tribes under the rule of the blue wolf tribe in the northern grasslands have moved south one after another.

Now the remaining tribes in the northern steppes are less than one-third of the original ones.

But in the years since the south, the Blue Wolf tribe has been competing with many other tribes for pasture.

Now, after several years of bloody battles, it is difficult to defeat the remnants of the remnants of the Tieli Tribe, the overlord of the current grassland, after moving south, and seize the dominance of this grassland.

But after one battle after another, the people who moved south with the blue wolf tribe suffered extremely heavy casualties.

There were originally two or three million tribesmen, but now there are only a little more than a million left.

It can be said that two-thirds of the people who went south at the beginning were buried in this grassland, which became fertilizer for watering the weeds.

In this case, Mowuyan is naturally in urgent need of new forces.

Therefore, in view of the area he originally ruled, the more frequent natural disasters and the increasingly cold weather are already very unsuitable for survival.

Mo Wuyan simply ordered all the tribesmen who remained in the northern grasslands to move south and settle in the grasslands he had laid.

But now, this migration, which has just begun, has suffered heavy blows one after another.

This winter is also going on, not only is it coming half a month faster than before, but the weather is also colder.

It's just early winter, but it's as cold as deep winter.

Even the terrible big hairy sky began to haunt the grassland frequently like ordinary snowstorms.

Dozens of tribes under Mo Wuyan's command who migrated south were already swallowed by Da Maotian on the way to migration.

There were three and a half million dead.

Under these circumstances, it is difficult to say whether there will be a million people in the end when all the left-behind people move here.

Mo Wuyan's heart ached when he thought that his huge tribe, which originally numbered nearly five million people, had been reduced to only two million people under the ravages of war and snowstorms.

It's all his property, his source of power.

Now it is like grass, and it is cut down on the grassland one by one, as cheap as dirt.

And what made Mo Wuyan even more chilling was that the Wuke grassland where Da Maotian appeared was only four or five thousand miles away from the grassland where he was now.

But now there is a big hairy sky over there.

No one knows what that means better than he does.

Because as early as a few years ago, when the weather had not yet begun to change, even in the northern grasslands, Da Maotian only appeared occasionally in the extreme north.

It's 100,000 miles away.

But now, with the change of the climate of heaven and earth, the big hairy sky that only appears 100,000 miles away in the north has become only four or five thousand miles.

If this development continues, I am afraid that if it is not a year or two, the grassland here will also be swallowed up by Damaotian.

And the habitat that his blue wolf tribe has taken after a bloody battle will be turned into ice and snow again.

"It's no wonder that the Tieli Department has only killed a million people, and they have given up the Ulan Grassland so happily, it seems that they have known for a long time that this place will not be able to be saved for long."

Mo Wuyan thought of the terrible scene of his tribe being devoured by Da Mao Piece, and couldn't help gritting his teeth: "Great Wizard, we can't stay here for a long time, Da Maotian is getting tighter and tighter."

We, the Blue Wolf Tribe, will rest here for a winter first, and wait for the subsequent tribes to arrive.

Then in the early summer of the next year, the water and grass were abundant and the horses were fattened, and I led 500,000 iron horsemen to chase the Tieli Department south.

Didn't he withdraw to the south?

Further south of the southern grassland, there is the land of Kyushu, which is Yanzhou.

I have heard that the people of the land that is specially cultivated are incomparably rich, and the food they grow cannot be eaten, and the gold and silver treasures that are gathered can be piled up into mountains.

The Tieri tribe had already taken over a large area there, plundering millions of slaves.

These riches will also be taken away by my blue wolf tribe, and that warm land must have a share of my Mowuyan. ”

Speaking of the south, there was a hint of heat in Mo Wuyan's eyes.

Although he grew up on the grassland, he had never heard of the traveling merchants of the tribe in the far south of the grassland, the land called Kyushu.

According to the merchants, Kyushu was a paradise with endless food and gold and silver, and it was the richest place in the world.

Every time he heard these legends, his heart was extremely hot.

It's a pity that his tribe at that time was tens of thousands of miles away from the south, and there were one steppe tribe after another in between.

If he wants to lead the tribe to the south to plunder and conquer, he must first defeat these steppe tribes.

But that was too hard to do.

So in the end, I can only think about it in my heart.

But today it's different.

After the tribe had paid millions of dead and wounded, he had dragged countless warriors to the edge of the southern grasslands, only thousands of miles away from Yanzhou further south.

In the spring and summer of next year, he only needs to ride a healthy horse south for a month to enter the legendary land of abundance.

At that time, the food that cannot be eaten, and the gold and silver that cannot be spent, will be plundered with the sword and sword in his hand.

"Don't worry, Great Khan, I will bring a group of wizards to pray for the tribe in front of the blue wolf."

When the Great Wizard heard Mo Wuyan's words, he replied with a solemn expression.

……

Wei State, Yecheng.

Compared with the grassland in the north, which is ravaged by Damaotian, Yecheng, which is located in the north of Kyushu and the land of Yanzhou, although it is also cold and covered with ice and snow, the climate is indeed warmer.

At least I've never heard anything big here, at most, it's just where the news came that the house was crushed, and dozens or hundreds of people died.

This is not worth mentioning at all for the Wei State, which is rich in eleven counties and has a population of 30 million.

Compared with the snow disaster, it was the tribes that migrated from the northern grasslands, and the barbaric disasters formed by those herdsmen made the Wei people feel more headaches.

Fortunately, as the overlord of the world, the Wei State has strong martial arts, with two million armored soldiers, even if those barbarians on the grassland are extremely fierce, but under the swords of the Great Wei, they can't make any waves.

Over the past few years, wave after wave of herdsmen went south, but in the end, millions of them fell under the border cities in the north of the Great Wei Dynasty, and they never crossed the border even a single step.

In the Great Wei Kingdom, it is still as stable as Mount Tai.

"Your Majesty, there is news from Jiuyuan City in the north, Tieli, Gao Xiang, Murong and other troops have been frustrated in the south again, the general of Zhenbei has killed 700,000 enemies, and he has lost 150,000 soldiers, and the northern border has won a great victory!"

In the palace, some ministers came quickly to deliver good news.

"Okay, Feng Chang is worthy of being the pillar of my Great Wei Northern Kingdom, under his rule over the years, tens of millions of barbarians have not been able to leap into the realm one step, and I have no worries."

When Yue Yuhong, the son of the Great Wei Dynasty, heard the good news, he couldn't help laughing and was in a happy mood.

After the joy was over, he turned his head, looked at the ministers sitting below, and said in a loud voice: "Zhongqing, now that the troubles in the north have been solved, the grassland barbarians have been hit hard by this, and they are temporarily unable to go south. What do you think of the Chu envoy's coming, the proposed north-south joint attack on the Zhou State? ”

Yue Yuhong looked at His Royal Highness's ministers, his eyes were shining, shining with excitement.