The sand sea in the extreme south is the source of Yinchuan.
Brian sat in the tent, waiting for news from the front line to come.Opposite him were the patriarch of the Crazy Flame clan, Guerz Burning Fire, and Tulam, the elder of the Aosha clan.
The two of them have now become the spokespersons of the Mojin clan.
In addition to the battalion commander of the Musket Battalion who represents the chief, it can be said that the leader who can determine the fate of the Sha people has gathered here.
The cold wind in the desert made the tarpaulin sound, but the tent was extremely warm. The sand seemed to be located on a huge brazier. No matter how cold the surface was, you could always feel the heat coming out when you buried your feet in the salt sand. The effect was comparable to the kangs and heating in the winter city.
The locals even invented a sand bed to dig out a shallow pit that is long and wide for one person on the ground, replace the white salt sand with sieved fine sand, and then bury themselves in so that they can maintain their body temperature to the maximum extent.
And those fine sand feels soft and lying on it is even more comfortable than a quilt woven in linen.
If you set up a tent over your head, you will be very comfortable all winter.
Unfortunately, it was this geothermal heat that ruined the vitality of this place.
The salt in the sea water continued to precipitate, turning the desert about 100 kilometers into a snow-white area.
Not to mention flowers, plants and trees, even sandworms and poisonous scorpions are difficult to see.
Without an oasis, there will be no source of food. A huge plain is no different from a dead land. If we look at it in desolation, there may be only the Blackwater swamp in the extreme southern territory.
For hundreds of years, the Mojin people have only built a few scattered wooden houses at the junction of saline-alkali land to provide temporary residence for those who come from afar, but now, the situation has become different.
You are very calm, young man, Guerz suddenly spoke up and broke the silence. The Nutao clan and the Bone-Sharpening Clan are both top-notch clans in the Iron Sand City. The chief can easily defeat them. Doesn’t it mean that those small tribes can do this? You are so confident in them?
Seeing that someone had started, Toram quickly added that during this year, there have been no new tribes in Iron Sarawak City to be promoted to the six major clans. Obviously, they have controlled all the resources flowing into the city.In the extreme southern border, as long as there is sufficient food, the clan will soon be able to recover its vitality.Their current strength is probably even stronger than before you came here.
confidence?No... Brian shook his head slowly, I don't have such things to them.
Then... why don't you use the chief's troops?Turam was a little surprised. He only needed to dispatch a hundred people, and cooperate with the warriors of Crazy Flame and Aosha, which would definitely prevent these arrogant people from stepping over the small oasis.
Then what?Let the First Army parade on the front line of Yinchuan Oasis forever and act as the caregiver of those small tribes?Brian looked at him, do you think that was the scene His Majesty wanted to see?
Uh, this...Turam was speechless for a moment.
Shortly after the implementation of the large-scale migration plan, the development work of the extreme southern border was also started. In addition to building Daqing Port in the Endless Cape, another focus was the saline-alkali land located at the source of Yinchuan.
Due to the lack of river channels, if you want to transport these white industrial resources out of the desert, you can only rely on a large amount of manpower and animal power, and drive trucks to the nearest tributary of the Chishui River.
For this reason, the two cities of Zhulongling and Bishui Port have set up generous conditions to attract enough sand residents to join the sand-moving army.
In just one year, many tents and figures of people coming and going were added at the junction of saline-alkali land.
A deep well was knocked down, and fresh water was drawn out from the Yinchuan River flowing underground. It was used for drinking, and it was also used for filtration and purification of salt sand.
The simple factory was also built, without the gushing steam or the roar of machines. Everything was all done by human hands. It was like gold digging. People gathered the wealth scattered among millions of sand and gravel, re-crystallized into pieces, and then loaded and transported to the hinterland of the western border, waiting for further processing. This repeated and boring work has become a new melody of saline-alkali land.
Although there are still no oasis, sandworms and poisonous scorpions, the place is a little bit lively.
The reward for food and clothing has attracted not only migrants, but also small tribes that have not yet made a decision.
They often come to the junction in groups, exchanging their physical strength for wheat, jerky and cloth.
Some people happily returned to the oasis with their food, while some people stayed and became one of the migrants.
This phenomenon aroused the dissatisfaction of the Iron Sha City clan. The more tribes they walked out of the oasis, the less resources they could get.
The conflict finally broke out two months ago. Nutao and the Bone-Sharpening Clan dispatched cavalry to intercept a team of small tribes starting from the oasis, and threw their heads on the only way north. The purpose was obviously to warn other people who were ready to move Mo Jinsha.
The great clan did not dare to be an enemy of the King of Gray Castle, so he pointed the butcher's knife at the small tribes that had not yet surrendered. They probably thought that this would not arouse the thunderous anger of the chief. After all, no king of the northern king would really care about the life and death of a hundred sand people, but he did not expect that this action would directly touch Wudongcheng's nerves.
Unreasonable reduction of population is undoubtedly one of His Majesty Roland's most taboo things. Brian already knows this.
The Musket Battalion Commander was ready to deal with it long before Goulz's letter arrived.
What if they fail?Goulz burned fire and rubbed his forehead. If I remember correctly, it has only been three months since those people were trained for muskets, right?
Then they will be killed and the tribe they belong to will become slaves to Iron Sand City.Brian closed his eyes and said before going to war that their battle was not for me, but for themselves. I gave them a sharp blade that could be enough to fight against the Iron Cavalry. If they still could not protect their tribesmen from the other party's butcher's knife, they would not deserve to be a member of the Graycastle Army.For me, it's just a retraining of people.
... For the first time, Goulz showed a face-to-face look, as if he had a new understanding of the young officer.
And, you forgot one thing, three months are just the training time for muskets He continued, in addition to muskets, they also have swords, daggers, fists and feet, and the weapons were trained from the moment Shamin was born, right?
Brian selected the samurai troops to form, and their members were resident from small tribes.
They are different from large clans like Kuangyan. Although they chose to stay in the gray castle, they still care about the tribes in the oasis.
These people have no unified background and can form an invisible maintenance between the two places, making them the best source of troops for local troops.
And those old-fashioned flintlock guns that were eliminated became their standard equipment.
Suddenly, the sound of rapid footsteps sounded outside the tent.
stop!The guards yelled.
I am Qiu Da from the ambush team. I have important matters to report to the battalion commander!
Let him in, Brian opened his eyes suddenly.
The curtain was lifted, and a man with blood on his face stumbled in. After shaking it twice, he seemed to be unable to support his body anymore and fell to the ground on one knee.
Although he was panting, his eyes were as bright as stars.
Sir, we won!
Brian sat in the tent, waiting for news from the front line to come.Opposite him were the patriarch of the Crazy Flame clan, Guerz Burning Fire, and Tulam, the elder of the Aosha clan.
The two of them have now become the spokespersons of the Mojin clan.
In addition to the battalion commander of the Musket Battalion who represents the chief, it can be said that the leader who can determine the fate of the Sha people has gathered here.
The cold wind in the desert made the tarpaulin sound, but the tent was extremely warm. The sand seemed to be located on a huge brazier. No matter how cold the surface was, you could always feel the heat coming out when you buried your feet in the salt sand. The effect was comparable to the kangs and heating in the winter city.
The locals even invented a sand bed to dig out a shallow pit that is long and wide for one person on the ground, replace the white salt sand with sieved fine sand, and then bury themselves in so that they can maintain their body temperature to the maximum extent.
And those fine sand feels soft and lying on it is even more comfortable than a quilt woven in linen.
If you set up a tent over your head, you will be very comfortable all winter.
Unfortunately, it was this geothermal heat that ruined the vitality of this place.
The salt in the sea water continued to precipitate, turning the desert about 100 kilometers into a snow-white area.
Not to mention flowers, plants and trees, even sandworms and poisonous scorpions are difficult to see.
Without an oasis, there will be no source of food. A huge plain is no different from a dead land. If we look at it in desolation, there may be only the Blackwater swamp in the extreme southern territory.
For hundreds of years, the Mojin people have only built a few scattered wooden houses at the junction of saline-alkali land to provide temporary residence for those who come from afar, but now, the situation has become different.
You are very calm, young man, Guerz suddenly spoke up and broke the silence. The Nutao clan and the Bone-Sharpening Clan are both top-notch clans in the Iron Sand City. The chief can easily defeat them. Doesn’t it mean that those small tribes can do this? You are so confident in them?
Seeing that someone had started, Toram quickly added that during this year, there have been no new tribes in Iron Sarawak City to be promoted to the six major clans. Obviously, they have controlled all the resources flowing into the city.In the extreme southern border, as long as there is sufficient food, the clan will soon be able to recover its vitality.Their current strength is probably even stronger than before you came here.
confidence?No... Brian shook his head slowly, I don't have such things to them.
Then... why don't you use the chief's troops?Turam was a little surprised. He only needed to dispatch a hundred people, and cooperate with the warriors of Crazy Flame and Aosha, which would definitely prevent these arrogant people from stepping over the small oasis.
Then what?Let the First Army parade on the front line of Yinchuan Oasis forever and act as the caregiver of those small tribes?Brian looked at him, do you think that was the scene His Majesty wanted to see?
Uh, this...Turam was speechless for a moment.
Shortly after the implementation of the large-scale migration plan, the development work of the extreme southern border was also started. In addition to building Daqing Port in the Endless Cape, another focus was the saline-alkali land located at the source of Yinchuan.
Due to the lack of river channels, if you want to transport these white industrial resources out of the desert, you can only rely on a large amount of manpower and animal power, and drive trucks to the nearest tributary of the Chishui River.
For this reason, the two cities of Zhulongling and Bishui Port have set up generous conditions to attract enough sand residents to join the sand-moving army.
In just one year, many tents and figures of people coming and going were added at the junction of saline-alkali land.
A deep well was knocked down, and fresh water was drawn out from the Yinchuan River flowing underground. It was used for drinking, and it was also used for filtration and purification of salt sand.
The simple factory was also built, without the gushing steam or the roar of machines. Everything was all done by human hands. It was like gold digging. People gathered the wealth scattered among millions of sand and gravel, re-crystallized into pieces, and then loaded and transported to the hinterland of the western border, waiting for further processing. This repeated and boring work has become a new melody of saline-alkali land.
Although there are still no oasis, sandworms and poisonous scorpions, the place is a little bit lively.
The reward for food and clothing has attracted not only migrants, but also small tribes that have not yet made a decision.
They often come to the junction in groups, exchanging their physical strength for wheat, jerky and cloth.
Some people happily returned to the oasis with their food, while some people stayed and became one of the migrants.
This phenomenon aroused the dissatisfaction of the Iron Sha City clan. The more tribes they walked out of the oasis, the less resources they could get.
The conflict finally broke out two months ago. Nutao and the Bone-Sharpening Clan dispatched cavalry to intercept a team of small tribes starting from the oasis, and threw their heads on the only way north. The purpose was obviously to warn other people who were ready to move Mo Jinsha.
The great clan did not dare to be an enemy of the King of Gray Castle, so he pointed the butcher's knife at the small tribes that had not yet surrendered. They probably thought that this would not arouse the thunderous anger of the chief. After all, no king of the northern king would really care about the life and death of a hundred sand people, but he did not expect that this action would directly touch Wudongcheng's nerves.
Unreasonable reduction of population is undoubtedly one of His Majesty Roland's most taboo things. Brian already knows this.
The Musket Battalion Commander was ready to deal with it long before Goulz's letter arrived.
What if they fail?Goulz burned fire and rubbed his forehead. If I remember correctly, it has only been three months since those people were trained for muskets, right?
Then they will be killed and the tribe they belong to will become slaves to Iron Sand City.Brian closed his eyes and said before going to war that their battle was not for me, but for themselves. I gave them a sharp blade that could be enough to fight against the Iron Cavalry. If they still could not protect their tribesmen from the other party's butcher's knife, they would not deserve to be a member of the Graycastle Army.For me, it's just a retraining of people.
... For the first time, Goulz showed a face-to-face look, as if he had a new understanding of the young officer.
And, you forgot one thing, three months are just the training time for muskets He continued, in addition to muskets, they also have swords, daggers, fists and feet, and the weapons were trained from the moment Shamin was born, right?
Brian selected the samurai troops to form, and their members were resident from small tribes.
They are different from large clans like Kuangyan. Although they chose to stay in the gray castle, they still care about the tribes in the oasis.
These people have no unified background and can form an invisible maintenance between the two places, making them the best source of troops for local troops.
And those old-fashioned flintlock guns that were eliminated became their standard equipment.
Suddenly, the sound of rapid footsteps sounded outside the tent.
stop!The guards yelled.
I am Qiu Da from the ambush team. I have important matters to report to the battalion commander!
Let him in, Brian opened his eyes suddenly.
The curtain was lifted, and a man with blood on his face stumbled in. After shaking it twice, he seemed to be unable to support his body anymore and fell to the ground on one knee.
Although he was panting, his eyes were as bright as stars.
Sir, we won!
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