Daming Town Haiwang

Chapter 1348, Go West and Go West

In the Turan Plain of the Kazakh Khanate, a large number of Kazakh herdsmen drove their cattle, sheep and horses to the northwest. While migrating, they had to look behind them from time to time to see if there were any Ming cavalry chasing them.

Although it is still midsummer, even though the sky is blue and white clouds, and the grass is lush, but for the Kazakhs, their sky has fallen.

The Kazakh warriors led by Murendek Khan were all buried in the hands of the Ming people. The tribal leaders and nobles never came back, and all of a sudden they were leaderless.

What's even more frightening is that the Ming people have no intention of stopping at this point. From the coastline of the Caspian Sea to the border of the Hezhong region, and then to the border grasslands of the Western Regions, hundreds of thousands of Ming troops are like hungry tigers. The momentum began to sweep the entire Kazakh Khanate.

Wherever they passed, the world turned pale, blood stained every river in the Haks Khanate, and corpses spread across every corner of the grassland. They killed men when they saw them, and put them into a car when they saw women and children. into a four-wheeled carriage, and then sold as slaves to slave traders.

The Kazakh Khanate, which has lost a hundred thousand strong, has no leader, and the tribes are fighting to split up. They are no match for the Ming people's iron cavalry.

Wherever the Ming cavalry went, the originally busy grassland suddenly turned into a desolate and uninhabited land, and countless cattle, sheep and horses gathered into mighty white torrents.

This white torrent finally flowed into the Western Regions and rivers of Daming, as if it was the blood of the Kazakh Khanate, and finally all of it was injected into Daming's body and became the wealth of the Ming people.

The border area bordering the Khax Khanate suddenly became hot, and countless businessmen flocked like sharks that smelled of blood.

The price of cattle, sheep and horses is ridiculously low, and the women and children of the Kazakh Khanate are so cheap that they often buy women and give children away.

A woman who is usually worth tens of taels of silver can now be bought for more than a dozen taels of silver, and some even only need a few taels of silver. As for children, this is a burden and a gift.

The hot livestock trading market and slave market are like a carnival, a feast, and countless cattle, horses and people are constantly plundered.

The sky is falling.

For the Kazakhs, they don't even have a place to cry.

From the Turan Plain on the Caspian Sea to Zhongyuzi, the tribes with no information are still ignorantly waiting for their children to come back, but what they are waiting for is the ruthless massacre and plunder of the Ming cavalry.

As for the well-informed tribe, at this moment, their faces were already pale from being frightened by the news.

There are some powerful tribes that hurriedly sent people to Daming, presenting generous gifts and beauties, hoping to join them, but now, Daming has no interest in them, and the envoys were beheaded as soon as they arrived.

It can be said that this is an endless situation.

The news was like the wind and disappeared on the grassland. The area closer to Daming was the first to be attacked by the Ming cavalry. It was like a huge net constantly sweeping towards the hinterland and depths of the Kazakh Khanate, and the speed was very high. It is terrible, hundreds of miles are swept every day, and it only takes a few days to wipe out the entire Kazakh Khanate.

On the beautiful and rich Turan Plain, tribes migrating west and north can be seen everywhere. They drove cattle, sheep and horses, pulled yurts, and kept migrating with tears.

"Quick, quick~"

"No more cattle and sheep, no more cattle and sheep. With these cattle and sheep, our speed is too slow. Before sunset tomorrow at the latest, the Daming cavalry will kill them."

"We are walking slowly like this, and no one will be able to walk by then."

Nahati, the old patriarch of the Argen tribe, was gray-haired, riding on his own BMW, looking at the slowly advancing tribal team in front of him, sweating profusely.

Obviously, the people of Daming had already chased after and killed them, but on the way of migration, they still dawdled.

It takes a long time to find a lamb if it is missing, and it takes a long time to find a cow that has gone away. If the pony is lost, it has to take the mare to call it back.

Do you think this is normal grazing?
"But, patriarch, without these cattle and sheep, how can we survive?"

Beside Nahati, a few young and strong people who stayed in the tribe followed closely. When they heard Nahati's words, some people also said reluctantly.

For people on the prairie, cattle, sheep and horses are all their wealth, as well as their rations, and the foundation of survival. Without cattle and sheep, there is no way to survive on the grassland.

Although Nahati repeatedly emphasized that these cattle and sheep are no longer needed, no herdsman is willing to abandon his cattle and sheep.

"Without cattle and sheep, we can still raise them, and we can also grab them from other tribes, but if we lose our lives, we have nothing."

"The people of Ming Dynasty want to completely destroy our Kazakh Khanate. They will not be merciful to us. I heard that there are large tribes who want to belong to Ming Dynasty, but the people of Ming Dynasty are not willing to accept it."

"Tell the clansmen that we don't want cattle and sheep, we don't want them anymore."

"Hurry up and move to the west. We move to the place where the Golden Horde Khanate used to be. We move to the west and move to the Qincha grassland. Will the Ming Dynasty kill it in a while?"

Nahati ordered again helplessly.

Compared with cattle and sheep, life is more important, and the continuation of the tribe is more important.

Under Nahati's repeated requests, the tribesmen of the Argen tribe could only discard the cattle and sheep continuously, or load the cattle and sheep on the four-wheeled carriage, and began to accelerate the migration to the west and north.

While migrating, I looked back at the cattle and sheep I had discarded from time to time. No one drove them away. These cattle and sheep grazed on the grassland very leisurely, carefree.

Look at this fertile grassland again, this is the grassland that their ancestors laid down with blood, but now they are leaving, and they don't know when they will be able to come back.

There is infinite nostalgia in the eyes, nostalgia for this fertile land and the homeland that has survived for generations, sometimes even feel that it is not as good as cattle and sheep, at least cattle and sheep can stay here.

The mighty team kept migrating westward, and the Argen tribe was considered a large tribe here in the Turan Plain. Even now, there are still tens of thousands of people, including tens of thousands of young and strong.

A large number of small tribes began to join the Algen department continuously, because everyone knew that if they moved to the place where the former Golden Horde Khanate was, there would inevitably be conflicts and conflicts with the local tribes.

Without going through a few bloody wars, they can never hope to gain a foothold in the new place. Naturally, they must be more united after suffering heavy losses.

Otherwise, the fate waiting for them will be even more tragic.

I left my homeland and lost most of my cattle, sheep and wealth. It is still midsummer, and life is better. Once winter comes, no cattle and sheep means that there will be no food for the winter. At that time, it will be the most difficult when.

Moving to a foreign country, the local tribe will definitely not agree, and war between the two sides is almost inevitable.

If they want to gain a firm foothold, they have to go through bloody battles again and again to be able to stand.

Some people wanted to stay, but they immediately encountered countless opposition.

Compared with the devil-like Daming cavalry, they are still more willing to face the Tatars and Mongols on the Volga River, and they are more willing to go to the Qincha grassland and plunder the Slavs here in Eastern Europe.

No one is willing to go to war with the Ming people. The mighty Murendek Khan led one hundred thousand elite riders and all of them were buried in the hands of the Ming people. Every tribe, every herdsman’s family, almost every household has people died in the battle with the Ming people. In the midst of war.

They are full of infinite hatred for the Ming people, but they have no choice but to be driven away by the Ming people, and they can only continue to migrate westward, the farther away from the Ming people the better.

On the grasslands of the Kazakh Khanate, a large number of tribes are constantly migrating to the west. Behind them, the Ming cavalry is constantly chasing after them, as if chasing cattle and sheep, so that large and small tribes have to keep abandoning their cattle and sheep in order to Lighten the load and move faster.

A few days later, Argen first arrived at the border area of ​​the Kazakh Khanate, and further on was the territory belonging to the Kazan Khanate.

The Kazan Khanate belongs to one of the several major khanates that were originally split from the Golden Horde Khanate. The capital is in Kazan, hence the name Kazan Khanate. The founder is also a descendant of the Golden Family, but it has always been coveted by the Principality of Moscow, and Wars also broke out between the Principalities of Moscow from time to time.

The strength is average, and there is no comparison with the Crimean Khanate, which was beaten by the Moscow Principality. Even the current Khan Mohammed~Amin of the Kazan Khanate was originally a puppet supported by the Moscow Principality. It is only in recent years that it has gotten rid of the control of the Principality of Moscow.

If it were put in the past, the Kazakh Khanate would not have taken the Kazan Khanate seriously at all, and the strength comparison between the two is far apart.

However, now that the Kazakh Khanate has been hit hard by the Ming Empire, the first thing these migrating tribes have to face is the Kazan Khanate.

"The eagles on the grassland~"

"Take the scimitars in your hands, mount your horses, and fight a bloody road with me!"

The grey-haired Nahati was wearing armor and holding a scimitar, riding on his own horse. Beside him, he followed his youngest grandson, who was only twelve years old now, and he was not as tall as the horse he was riding.

But now I have to be like a man, put on armor, bring a bow and arrow, pick up a scimitar, and fight bravely like a man.

Because there were not enough young men in the tribe, the elite were buried in the hands of the Daming along with Murendek Khan. Even the elderly and children had to take up arms to fight now and shoulder the responsibility of men!

(End of this chapter)