Emperor Ming Dynasty

Chapter 1024 Sauron (asking for a monthly pass)

The Jilin area used to be the world of Haixi Jurchens.

Yehe, Hada, Wula, and Huifa were integrated into Jianzhou Jurchen at the end of Ming Dynasty and became part of the Eight Banners.

However, in some deep mountains and old forests, there are still a large number of tribes, or they accept the exploitation of the Manchu Qing and live freely.

When the Ming army came, they became vassals and paid lower tribute taxes, thus gaining protection.

It's just that the Haixi Jurchen was forced to go south, leaving a lot of living space occupied by the savage Jurchen.They are the result of Huang Taiji's massive migration to the south during Chongde's five years.

The name "savage" of the savage Jurchen also originated from the customary address in the Yuan Dynasty.

The imperial court used to refer to almost all the tribes distributed in the Northeast as "savages". Jurchens other than Jurchen.

And these savage Jurchen tribes, including Oroqen, Daur, Ewenki, etc., who believed in Shamanism, were collectively called the Sauron Tribe by the Manchu Qing.

However, for the Manchus, these distant relatives were just their slaves. Once there was a lack of people, they would go north to rob them as slaves, or recruit them as soldiers as their precursors.

In history, the battle of Yaksa, the battle of Junggar, the battle of Altai, and the battles of Jinchuan and Jinchuan all involved the presence of Sauron soldiers.

From the cold Siberia to Central Asia, and from the Himalayas to the tropical jungles of Myanmar, Sauron soldiers participated in almost all the important wars of the Qing Dynasty. More than ten times, fought in 22 provinces.

Even in the late Qing Dynasty, the Sauron Army was still fighting on the front line, and the Battle of Anqing was its last glory.

At this time, the Daur tribe in the Changbai Mountain area, although only a mere [-] people, carried out nomadic activities in the entire Changbai Mountain area.

"call out--"

Among the gloomy mountains with large trees, heavy snow covered the entire Changbai Mountain, and the rugged mountain road became more and more difficult to walk.

A few wild deer didn't take it seriously, they jumped and stepped on the snow, found the tender grass buried deep, and chewed it happily.

Suddenly, the ears of the wild deer moved, and a few humans wearing deerskins appeared not far away, and then they suddenly moved, and then there was the sound of arrows piercing the air.

"Crash-"

The wild deer fled in all directions, but there were always those who were shot slowly.

At this time, two big men showed their figures, sniffing the bloody smell in the air, found the bloodstains on the snow, and ran after them all the way.

On the rugged mountain road, it was like walking on flat ground in front of their eyes, and they chased the dying wild deer in a short while.

With tears in the corners of Yelu's eyes, he seemed to be begging for forgiveness.

But the tall man remained silent and wiped his neck directly.

In this hungry and cold winter, even if they encountered a pregnant doe, they would attack it. It was useless for the wild deer to cry.

"Battle, your wife is pregnant, take this deer back."

At this time, the taller man, wearing animal skins and carrying a bow, lifted his head and said after removing a deer leg.

The other slightly stocky man was stunned for a moment, with a look of emotion on his face: "Thank you, Dai Qin, you are my best brother."

The two tied up the deer, carried it on their backs, and left the place one by one.

The snow is covered and the sunlight is reflected. Ordinary people are confused about the direction, but the two of them seem to have eyes on the top of their heads. They walk through the mountains and forests with agility.

Half an hour later, the two returned to the tribe.

There are dozens of wooden houses scattered among the tribe.

The wooden house has pine or birch as the frame, soil wall as the wall, several layers of yellow mud inside and outside, and thatch roof, ranging from two, three, or five rooms.

As soon as I entered the village, I was greeted by dogs barking.

Whether it is hunting or daily life, the importance of dogs is self-evident, and they are their closest friends.

Dai Qin couldn't help laughing when he saw the big black dog running over, breathing hot air. He cut off a piece of meat from the deer leg on his back with a knife, and gave it directly.

The black dog walked behind him with the meat in its mouth.

Battelle separated from him and returned to his home.

There are only three rooms in his house, with the kitchen in the middle and the living rooms on the left and right, facing south. Each living room has at least two or three windows. A lot of sunlight shines down. Although there is not much temperature, it makes people feel comfortable.

As soon as they got home, the two sons ran over, clapped their hands happily when they saw the venison, picked up a knife, cut up the venison and began to chew.

"Don't eat it." Dai Qin chased the two sons away: "Eat it after it is cooked. The Han people say that eating raw meat will cause worms in the stomach."

"Abba..." The two put down their knives aggrievedly, but their mouths were bloody from eating, so they could only follow behind with their heads down.

"I'm back, hurry up and say hello!"

His wife was wearing a fur robe, similar to a Mongolian robe, but it was all made of mink or deerskin, and it went straight down to her feet, so she was very slender.

"Ok!"

The ceiling and walls are decorated with pheasant feathers, and furs with filigree are pasted on the walls as decorations.

"Father! Mother, I'm back." Before putting down his things, Dai Qin came to the west room to greet his parents.

This is the custom of the Daur people. They respect the elderly and generally pay their respects when they come back from hunting.

"Why only one leg?"

The old father sat on the kang with doubts on his face.

"Killed a deer and I gave it to Battelle, whose wife is pregnant and needs a lot of meat to make up."

Dai Qin said truthfully.

"Then you have to go out these days."

The old father said with pity: "It's freezing cold, maybe you should be careful."

"Yes!"

The old woman on the side didn't say anything, but looked at his body with concern, and then heaved a sigh of relief.

Afterwards, parents go to help cook, or feed the reindeer.

At dinner, a deer leg cheered everyone up.

Dried mushroom soup, milk skin, plus a pot of rotten venison, this is a hearty meal for their family.

After eating, Dai Qin didn't hesitate, and directly picked up the minced meat scraped off by his wife and fed it to the falcon standing on the window sill.

Its sharp claws stood directly on his shoulders, and its sharp eagle beak ate minced meat, grunting.

He turned his gaze out of the window, and the snow was getting heavier and heavier. It seemed that this winter was going to be tough in the village.

At this time, Battelle came suddenly, holding a plate of deer heart in his hand: "The meat here is the most tender, let the children and the elderly eat it!"

Immediately, he said again: "Mokunda wants us all to go and attend the Mokun meeting, saying that there is something important to do."

Dai Qin nodded and followed.

The Daur people live together as a group and are bound by blood. They are called Hara. People who belong to the same "Hala" are all related by blood, so intermarriage is strictly prohibited.Each "hala" has a democratically elected "halada" (clan leader) who manages the internal affairs of the clan.

With the development of production and the increase of population, the scale of "Hala" is becoming larger and larger, so one "Hala" is divided into several "Mokun".

The same Mo Kun has the obligation to help each other in production and life, and also has the obligation to adopt orphans and support the widowed and elderly.

All adult men in the "Mokun" have the right to participate in the "Mokun" meeting, which is the highest authority of the family, responsible for electing or replacing the "Mokunda" (family head), and discussing major issues in the family's internal production and life , Punish family members who violate the family rules, etc.

Due to underdeveloped productive forces, Mokunda could not be separated from production, and could only serve the tribe voluntarily.

When the two came to the campfire of the tribe, more than 30 men had gathered here one after another, which was all the strength of the entire Mokun.

In his forties, Mokunda was the bravest hunter in the tribe when he was young, but now he is chosen as Mokunda when he is old, which is convincing.

Surrounded by the bonfire, everyone felt warm, even the snow was no longer cold.

"Everyone is back."

Mokunda's face was not only covered with a ravine, but also a scar, which was extremely conspicuous. He opened his eyes, and his eyes were full of dignity:

"I went to Harada this morning, and he told me that the Ming people will be recruiting troops, and he asked us to send troops to help them fight the Mongols."

"There are two Halla near Changbai Mountain, dozens of Mokun, and each Mokun must produce ten warriors."

As soon as these words came out, the hunters fell silent.

For them, hunting every day is also a war, and it is a difficult survival, there is no difference at all.

Battelle hurriedly asked: "Is there no benefit? Some food must be given!"

"This winter is so tough. We have gone out to fight. My family members are afraid that they will all starve to death."

Mokunda showed a slight smile: "The Ming people are more generous than those Jurchens. They said that as long as they send out a soldier, they will talk about a stone of grain and a piece of cloth, and all the spoils they get will belong to him."

"At the same time, the one-year tribute will also be exempted."

Such a generous reward surprised all the warriors, and they immediately showed happy smiles.

For them, food is currently the scarcest and most precious thing.

Too valuable.

Meat cannot be stored for a long time, but grain can.

This is an important difference between fishing and hunting nations and farming nations.

Throughout the winter, the Daur people can only rely on cattle, reindeer, and sheep to live, and hunting has become a windfall.

Especially in this harsh winter, a stone of grain is enough to last a family until next spring, more than enough.

Of course, the spoils of war are also what they value.

Battelle especially wanted to be selected to seek more nourishment for his pregnant wife, but was stopped by Dai Qin:

"Battelle, my good brother, you take care of your wife and my family at home, waiting for me to come back."

Finally, Battle gave in.

Immediately, the most powerful warriors among the ten Mokun took the initiative to participate.

The next day, before the sun came out, ten of them went to Hara, led by Harada to Jilin City.

It is also the legendary Han Chinese city.

On the way, two Hara warriors met and headed for Jilin City together.

The total number was about 500 people, and this was the first meeting of many of the two hala.

Since Hara cannot intermarry internally, they can only marry other Haras, or Mongols or Jurchens, so the two Haras are not at war with each other, but rather amicable.

A group of people rode horses and came to Jilin City.

Even if they didn't enter the city, the crowd queuing outside the city shocked everyone.

However, what Daiqin was most concerned about was the armor on the defenders. No matter how arrogant he was, he knew that the bone knife in his hand was no match for this group of people.

However, the Han people paid a lot of attention to this group of Daur people with disheveled hair, like rolling out of a mud pit.

With his tall and straight body, savage-like clothes, and fierce temperament, he is incompatible with everyone inside and outside the city.

A big man in armor came with dozens of cavalry on horseback, raised his head and said, "Are you from Daur?"

"Yes, General."

The two proud Haradas stroked their chests and saluted.

"Your camp has been arranged outside the city, and the number of people is about the same, so go and live there!"

"Remember, don't start arguing and fighting casually, or the military law will follow."

He ordered a soldier to take the group of people to the barracks.

Dai Qin and others went with the flow to the so-called military camp.

Sure enough, I have arranged it properly here, with a stove, quilts, and even a kang, and the conditions are better than my own home.

The two haradas gathered the troops, and then lived together according to Mo Kun's division of troops. Five people slept in a kang in a tent.

Many people hadn't finished their novelty, when suddenly someone came over and brought a lot of cotton robes and military uniforms for them to change into.

Of course, the necessary food will naturally not be less.

In order to restrain this group of people, food is distributed every three days.

And in the city, Jilin General Mansion.

At this time, the bonfire was in full swing, and the two cooks were roasting the lamb, brushing it with oil and sprinkling it with spices, making a sizzling sound, and the fragrance wafted throughout the house.

Suddenly, the door opened, and a big man walked in: "General."

"The group of savages settled?"

Jilin General You Shilu turned his head and asked.

"It has been placed in the barracks."

The man looked respectful and said: "About 500 people, the same as your previous estimate."

"That's fine."

"General, why did you recruit those savages?"

The big man was puzzled and said: "Aside from being big and round, like a wild man, what's the use?"

"Ba Yala soldiers, do you know?"

"The end will not know."

"It's normal that you don't know. After all, more than ten years have passed since the Manchu Qing Dynasty."

You Shilu said lightly: "In the Manchu Qing Dynasty, the elite were armored soldiers, most of whom wore double armor or even triple armor, lined with chain mail or chain armor, and covered with cotton armor or armor, such as mountain tigers, arrows and armor. The guns can't penetrate at all."

"No matter how elite they are, they are the white armored soldiers, selected from the armored soldiers this time."

"As for the white-armored soldiers elected to Bayala, in addition to being able to fight, they must also be good at riding and archery."

"But what does that have to do with wildlings?"

"Ba Yala soldiers are mostly from the wild Jurchen."

You Shilu said with lingering fear: "With a little practice, these people can wear heavy armor. Their riding skills are no less than that of the Mongols, and their shooting skills are even better."

"If we didn't raise our guns, we would never be their opponents."

"So, you want to form our Da Ming's Baya soldiers?"

"That's right." You Shilu said with a smile: "These people are well used, and they can be worth thousands of troops."

(End of this chapter)