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Chapter 1453 Power
In April, the temperature in the Ural region has shown signs of warming, but the howling wind in the wilderness still carries the chill from the north.

In the endless mountains, everything here is full of power. The mountains are powerful, the rivers are powerful, and even the dry forests are powerful. Only the powerful human beings seem to have no power here. .

Only when they gather in groups can they barely look like they have power.

The army is undoubtedly powerful.

The continuous cavalry, like the Ural Mountains, has an exotic atmosphere that does not belong to this wild land. It seems that when the iron hoof is dropped, it will cross space, and when it raises the horsewhip, it will travel through time, bringing the whole world back to 350 years ago.

It’s just that these cavalry teams whose head is on the other side of the mountain and whose tail is on the other side of the mountain are no longer like their ancestors more than 300 years ago. They only use colors to distinguish flags. Text.

Mr. Bai, named Golden Lion, looked up at the long flag carried on the shoulders of his attendants, even though he couldn't read.

But he knew that the tiger skin banner said it was the left front car camp, and that the brown red flag woven of coarse linen had huge clear characters written on it, and the second cavalry sub-battalion of the left front car camp was written on the edge of the flag from top to bottom.

Jin Shizi is a native of Siberia. He only joined the Ming army last winter. Before the arrival of the Ming army, he always thought he was a Mongolian, and he thought his name was Alatan Arslen.

Just two years ago, he was a carefree heir to the tribe, but this year the world has changed so fast that he, who is only 24, often wonders if he is old enough to be abandoned by the gods.

First, his father died in a battle against the invasion of robbers, and the tribe with pastures and farmland split. He was supported by his brothers, and he killed another brother and three younger brothers together, inheriting a large tribe with more than [-] accounts. .

These more than [-] tribes include the tribes directly under the leader and the tribes of uncles and brothers.

Later, there was news in the West that a large tribe had been wiped out. The Khan named Kuchu recruited troops everywhere, and the herdsmen who lost their pastures became robbers, and the environment in the wilderness suddenly deteriorated.

The Golden Lion's tribe has also been greatly impacted. Sometimes they accept herdsmen, and sometimes they have to gather troops to fight against robbers.

There are bandits everywhere, Cossacks in the west, Kazakhs in the south, Siberia in the north... but the east is a little peaceful, and the powerful Oirat Mongols never pay attention to them.

Suddenly, at some point, he and his uncles and brothers mentioned the traces of outsiders around the tribe, and those people didn't look like they were lost.

Then one day, Golden Lion will never forget that day, that ordinary morning.

His attendants saw people coming from the east on the prairie. Those people were carrying wooden sticks with iron pipes and wearing very conspicuous armor, and then the banners were flying on the distant mountains.

The cavalry swarmed down and assembled at a place ten miles away from the tribe. The golden lion tried its best to gather all the people in the tribe who could pick up weapons and mount horses, and drove all the livestock back to the tribe, ready to resist to the death.

Those people told him not to panic, they just rushed to the Siberian Khanate in the west, that was the first time he knew that the big tribe in the west was originally called the Siberian Khanate, and those people said they came from a place further east than Oirat Mongolia .

The person who talked to him claimed to be Chaohua, said that he had the blood of the Golden Family, and said that he was loyal to the successor of the Yuan Dynasty, Emperor Ming, His Majesty Wanli, just like the Golden Horde became a khanate such as Kazakhstan.

Alatan Arslen felt that Chaohua was bragging.

In his hometown, every few years, there will always be one or two outcast wanderers who claim to be the blood of the Golden Family, but in fact they just want to make a living.

But the fried flowers in front of him didn't look like they were just for fun, because the banners of the warriors behind him covered the sky, and their armors were shining with the sun. Thousands of them were wearing various armors, riding horses or standing in carts. The soldiers on the road passed through the wilderness with countless women, children, cattle and sheep.

Those were the longest two and a half days of Alatan Alslen's life.

From morning to evening, from evening to morning.

The sun and the moon rose and set alternately, and those boundless armies didn't know when they would stop. For the first time, he knew that there were so many people in the world.

He didn't know if people in the Golden Family were as talkative as Chaohua, anyway, Chaohua told him a lot during those two and a half days, but he didn't remember much.

Chaohua said that his name was not Alatan Arslen, but Ida Arslen, and that there was a hero with the same surname as him on the Mongolian grasslands.

Chaohua also said 'what's the point of staying here, come with me, choose your best fighter and follow me'.

In fact, he thought this place was very interesting, but considering that Chaohua said that more troops would pass here later, and the tribe had no strength to fight against them, he decided to go with Chaohua.

He brought out 120 riders, and in exchange, Chaohua left one behind, telling the troops behind not to harass the tribe.

When they left, people and animals trampled a dirt road two or three miles wide on the grassland.

Joining the Ming army has nothing to do with him or the Ming army, it is just a general trend.

What happened later was even more outrageous. The officers of Ming Dynasty seemed to be a different kind of person. They registered Siberia Alta and showed extraordinary complex emotions about his name. siberian golden lion.

He always thought that he was a Mongolian, but this matter is not a big problem, since they are all from Daming anyway.

The 120 masters were still together at the beginning and were organized into the Mongolian Light Army. Later, the new military system was dismantled. He was assigned to the subordinate of Dong Chang'ang, the commander of the capital, and there were only [-] troops left around him.

Now, he belongs to the second cavalry sub-battalion of Zhu Yu's Zuoqian Chariot Battalion, and the commander is Mi Wanchun.

The establishment has been changing and internal transfers are extremely frequent. Even the most savvy generals can't know exactly how many people there are in this army, and can only come up with a relatively reliable figure.

Because since they came out of the Hexi Corridor, I don’t know how many people like the golden lion joined the Ming army every day. Anyway, these lower-level officers don’t know the exact number. Counting the family members behind, there are more than 50 million.

In short, even low-level officers like the Golden Lion now know that a large number of family members has become a huge burden. They should put their family members and livestock in one place. Whether they build cities or form tribes, they can no longer blindly go west. Hurry up.

Of course, the generals also knew about such a thing, and the Golden Lion was heading west to their camp in the south of the Ural Mountains, where the generals were said to have allocated land.

　Good morning!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)