Chapter 1464: The Flood that Caused the Savages to Commit Suicide, and the Helpless Sunset of the Ming Dynasty

"A warrior more courageous than a tiger! What's your name?!"

"Haha! I'm Maha Aguda, the chief of the riverside tribe!... What about you? What's your name?!..."

"Ah! So you are the chief of the tribe?! It should be so, it should be so! Only a warrior as brave as you is qualified to be the chief of the entire tribe!..."

On the beach by the river, a thick and long heavy arrow was deeply stuck in the mud, and the tail was still trembling. Maha Aguda's arrow with tiger force actually shot more than a hundred steps, and it was a heavy arrow! The place where the heavy arrow fell was only a few steps away from the three chiefs on horseback. This proves that as long as Maha Aguda wanted to kill someone just now, he could shoot any wild chief unexpectedly!

This inhuman shooting skill made the three wild Jurchen chiefs change their faces suddenly and were greatly shocked. They tightened the reins at the same time, staring at Maha Aguda's hand. If the other party continued to raise the bow, they would immediately spurr to avoid it. The wild cavalrymen behind them were also horrified and agitated.

"God! This kind of power must be a heavy bow with more than 12 forces!"

"The ancestors witnessed! He used heavy arrows! This must be a giant bow with 15 forces! Even if you search the Wudiha tribe within hundreds of miles, you can't find such a tiger-power archer!..."

"What's his name? Maha Aguda?... It sounds like he is the chief of the fishing tribe by the river! Could he be a tribe that has just moved south from Lake Beihaier?..."

After a while, the strong chief who was still the leader was the first to regain his composure. He raised his hands on the horse, indicating a friendly communication gesture, and shouted loudly.

"The chief of the Maha tribe! I am Wuzhe Aguda, the chief of the tribes in the forest! And the two chiefs here..."

"I am Wuzhe Nurha! The wild boar in the forest!"

"I am Wuzhe Daimin! The big bird in the forest!"

The three wild chiefs came forward one after another and proudly shouted their names to Maha Aguda on the long boat. From wild boar to big bird, their names are more "mighty" than one another, which corresponds to the flag of the three-faced tribe.

This is the case with the Tungus tribes. Whether it is the Raw Jurchen or the Cooked Jurchen, they like to use animals and plants in nature to name themselves. The same is true for the various indigenous tribes in North America. From a certain perspective, the literacy level, tribal heritage, and observation and worship of nature of both sides are actually very close, and they have a lot in common...

"Maha Aguda! How come we have never heard of a brave chief like you? Are you from a new tribe that just migrated south from the far north? You are named after the fat salmon, so did you migrate south from Dahaizi?..."

"Haha, we are indeed a tribe that just migrated south! My father who died early told me that I was born in the dense forest east of Dahaizi! At that time, I was held by my father and rode on horseback for ten days, Breaking through the obstruction of those herding tribes, I went to the sea and soaked in the lake water blessed by the great spirit! "

"My father prayed to the ancient great spirit beside the sea, granting me the power of bravery. In response, thunder fell from the sky! And I was struck by the terrible thunder in the sea, but I was still intact and even laughed! ... Since then, I have been stronger and braver than everyone else! And my power comes from the gift of the great spirit! ..."

Speaking of this mythical past, Maha Aguda was excited and patted his chest hard, appearing very confident. His father did tell him that he had bathed him once in the sea!

Of course, as a baby, he could not remember what happened at that time. The specific details behind were asked by Kuihuo, the priest of the kingdom who stayed in the Maha tribe, who personally "communicated with the main god" for him. The benefit of such deification is obvious. It can turn Maha Aguda's own bravery into a kind of divinity endorsed by gods, so that more tribal warriors will fear and respect him from the bottom of their hearts!

As for the "Dahaizi" here, it is the "Beihaier Lake" that someone shouted before, the holy lake "Dalai Nor" in the Mongolian population, that is, the magnificent Lake Baikal. The emergence of Lake Baikal means that the ancestors of these wild Jurchens, including Maha Aguda, all came from the north of the Heilongjiang River Basin and the most barbaric "Beishan Jurchen Savages".

"Ah! You were struck by lightning, but you were still safe and sound, and even possessed amazing divine power! Ancestors! This is really a great heroic legend! Maha Aguda, you are so strong and have real divine power, you will definitely become the strongest Nurha, the Great Wild Boar King!"

"No! He will definitely become the strongest Daimin, the Great Bird King! The Great Bird is much more majestic than the Great Wild Boar!..."

"Damn it, stop arguing! Let Wuzhe Aguda speak!...Brother Maha Aguda, our ancestors also came from The tribes that went south from Dahaizi! My father told me that he passed by Dahaizi when he was a child! Then he broke through a strong village at the mouth of the Yangtze River and robbed a beautiful tribal woman, who gave birth to me! …”

“That’s right! All of us Wuzhe tribes went south this way! As for those villages that were broken, they were rich and difficult to fight, and they were really the best prey! Unfortunately… there are fewer and fewer rich villages like that! And last year was a cold winter with a white disaster, and the tribe’s food was running out again!”

"That's it! I, Nurha, have the sharpest boar nose! At present, there are still villages along the river in the north, just this one, and the one beside the river in the southwest. They are all hard to chew! ... But this time, Several tribes of Wu people gathered together, I finally defeated this stronghold and can live a good life for two years! As for the big stronghold in the southwest, I don’t know if the Linzhong tribe in the south has succeeded..." "What! The Fushan Guards three hundred miles to the southwest have also succeeded. Surrounded?…”

Listening to the cannibalistic cries of these savage chiefs, Ali, the chief of the Harbarian Guards, was shaking all over, and his face showed despair.

"Ancestor! It's all over now! Once the Fushan Guards are surrounded, the nearest reinforcements that can support them will have to go six hundred miles south to Yierguli Guards! As for the Zhetere Mountain Guards in the middle, they have all been rebelled The Jurchen tribe of Valka East China Sea has been robbed once!"

Thinking of this, Ali lowered his eyes and sighed deeply. You know, in the entire lower reaches of Heilongjiang, the only two remaining guard posts that have been canonized are the Ha'er Man Guard and the Fushan Guard!

As for the "Manjing Guard" that this savage fleet calls itself, it was either defeated by the savages or disguised by the Mongols. Or maybe even worse, the savages and the Mongols teamed up to break through and then fake it...

Similar horrific situations have been happening continuously in the past fifty years since the Ming Dynasty's official troops officially withdrew from the outer northeast!

When did the climate in the outer Northeast start to get colder? It might have been sixty years ago, it might have been eighty years ago. But there is no doubt that the abolition of Nurgandusi occurred after the climate became colder and the order in the north collapsed. It was the result rather than the cause.

The increasingly cold climate is like a pair of cold and ruthless hands, driving the savage tribes thousands of miles north to the south. And the short warm period only allowed the tribe to expand its population, making the next wave of impact southward even more cruel and ruthless!

In the cold and cruel northern mountains and forests, a long tribal migration often lasts for several generations, or even more than a dozen generations! In the beginning, there were just small groups of savages coming out of the mountains and forests, gathering into tribes of dozens of people, migrating, fighting, marrying and integrating along the way. The cruel natural living environment is like a layer of targeted screening, allowing only the strongest people to survive, go south, and gather more tribes!

Then dozens of people gathered into hundreds of people, and continued to migrate, fight, marry and merge. They screened out the strong among them like cultivators, and continued southward, looking for a warmer camp, more food and prey, and more fights!

Now, in the Heilongjiang River Basin, the size of the savage tribe has swelled to several hundred people. These savage tribes are like ferocious moose running for survival. Even if they break their big horns, they will break through the villages and villages of the settled tribes to get more food!

As a result, waves of savage tribes heading south converged from streams into rivers, and rivers converged into rivers, rushing southward. And as long as they break through the stockades and villages, they will bring out more "savages". After a short rest for a few years, they will continue southward again for food and survival, taking the tribes that they can't feed!

"Ancestor! After a rest of seven or eight years, is a new wave of savages going south about to begin again? Then this time, what other guards can hold it? Yi'erguli Guard? Xishen Guard? If we pass Xishenwei, then the entire Wusuli River Basin is in chaos! No! It has been in chaos since the Warkha tribe rebelled!…"

Thinking of the chaotic fighting over the years, Ali, the chief of the Harbarian Guards, bit his lips and couldn't figure it out at all. He couldn't figure out why the situation in the outer Northeast was getting more and more chaotic. And so many savages died, not only did they not die out, but they became larger and larger!

Ali didn't know that when the weather was good and warm, the "flood" of savages heading south might temporarily stop, rest for a few years, and even start farming, transforming into a mature Jurchen.

However, will the tribes of savages control their reproduction and reduce their population to adapt to the carrying capacity of the environment? No, it's impossible! Each tribe must race against time to breed more Dingkou in order to make the tribe stronger and more likely to survive in the destined tribal melee!

In this way, when the cold Great White Disaster comes, the original area cannot support so many tribes, and all the tares planted fail to harvest, the "flood" can only accumulate a larger wave, bringing more tribes seeking survival. , surging southward again! …

As for the end of the journey south, what exactly is it? Is there any way to survive? Some of the migrating savage tribes don't know, some know, but they don't care. The only thing they are sure of is that only by going south and fighting can they have food, food, and the tribe's chance of survival!

"Holy Emperor! Only 27 years have passed in Chenghua Liting in the northeast of Xuanhe! But why, so many tribes and so many people were killed back then... Then only one generation passed, and the Northern Guards All of them were lost, and rebellions among the southern tribes also started one after another? "

"The powerful Ming Dynasty is retreating step by step. Where should it retreat to in order to stabilize? And where should we Jurchen tribes who are loyal to the Holy Emperor move to in order to truly take root and defend our territory?..."

"Damn it! If I had known earlier, I should have asked the Holy Emperor to pay tribute like the other tribes in Haixi and Jianzhou! Even if I spent all the wealth of the clan to bribe the adults of Liaodong Dusi and the supervisory army The eunuch also asked for an opportunity..."

For the root of everything, Ali, the chief of the Harman Guard, could not think of an answer, only full of regret. His tribe had been broken by the savages, and such an exploration was actually too late!

But Ali was sure that the expedition of Chenghua Liting cost so much money and food, and mobilized so many troops, but did not solve the continuous southward movement of the savages, let alone quell the chaotic fighting among the tribes. At best, it only allowed the empire's situation in the northeast to barely continue for a few years, and survived the next wave of savage invasions to fill the tribes that were killed...

Then, the Ming Dynasty court abandoned the Beidi Guard on a large scale and built more border walls in the south. Then, they settled these loyal Jurchen tribes as a buffer against the peripheral fighting. And as long as the Jurchen tribes that went south were willing to pay tribute and surrender, no matter what they had done before, the Ming Dynasty would reward and appease them generously!

In essence, the arrival of the Great Cold Period permanently reduced the population limit of the thousands of miles of mountains and forests in Northeast Asia, triggering a chain wave of barbarian invasions. The Tungus savages driven by the cold kept crashing into the warm south like a flood. Even if they were crushed to pieces in the end, they didn't care. Sending Liaodong's official army to attack these fierce and poor savages would only waste money and food and damage the army, and there would be no gain at all!

Yes! Individuals of the savage tribes may be afraid of death. But for the tens of thousands of savage tribes that cannot be fed at all, killing them is meaningless to them! These people who cannot be fed are destined to die, it's just a matter of how they die!

Before death, life will find a way out by itself, just like a flood will find all rivers. The savages of Tungus will not be content to starve to death. They will only be locusts that eat, flying in groups to the south and rushing to the borders of the empire...

As for the situation at the moment, Dayan Khan's revival of Mongolia is becoming more and more threatening. The Ming Dynasty court gave up Outer Northeast and was concentrating all its efforts on building the border walls of Liaodong and Liaoxi. Perhaps, Chenghua Liting's expedition will never happen again... and after the sun and moon of the empire set in the vast Outer Northeast, only endless darkness and chaos were left. It is unknown when and where there will be dawn again~~