Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes.

Chapter 169 The matter of growth and meteorite

Winter goes to spring, grass grows and warblers fly.

This is the tenth year since the tribal pick-meeting ended, and it is also the tenth year since Calvin began to rule the power of the tribe.

Since he first took over the new tribe of 300 people, Calvin has made up his mind to sacrifice the army discipline of his previous life as the code of conduct for the new tribe.

The newly born tribes are extremely malleable, because their unbalanced population structure originally comes from the eldest sons and second sons who have no inheritance rights in the families of the old camp tribes. (In tribal culture, only the youngest son has the right to inherit.)
Their sex ratio and age gave Calvin the basic conditions for militarized management.

The only problem lies in the establishment of the initial discipline. In the era when even writing was not popularized, it is undoubtedly a challenging thing to establish a set of universal standards among these people.

Being smart has its benefits, and being stupid has its benefits.

The advantage of smart people is that they ask why, but the advantage of stupid people is that they never ask why.

Since these people are uneducated, Calvin should just teach in an uneducated way.

The stick and the carrot, the positive feedback and the punishment mechanism, this is Calvin's effective means to the tribal people.

He didn't spend time reasoning with this group of blank-eyed young people to clarify the facts, but chose to set up rules roughly.

I do you see, I say you do it.

With such a simple behavioral logic, there are rewards for what you do, and punishment for what you do wrong.

Don't talk about reasons, don't talk about reason, just obey.

Anyway, as the holder of absolute force, he never worried that someone would disobey his orders.

In half a year, he customized the basic discipline for this small army-like tribe.

Over the course of a year, under the influence of Calvin, the tribes gradually developed a sense of obedience and discipline, from guarding posts and daily hunting teams to small tents in the camp, they all began to have their own behavioral inertia.

The ultimate in discipline is instinct, and the benefits of the regulations are gradually discovered after they are implemented.

The people of the tribe may be ignorant, but they are not stupid.

Discipline is indeed rigid in life, but it actually protects their lives in hunting and fighting.

When the resistance aroused by the harshness of these regulations was resolutely suppressed, the subsequent benefits slowly made them fear Calvin's force and began to build trust in him.

It was also from here that Calvin watched his subordinates order and prohibit, and finally had some soldiers with a military taste. He knew that the foundation for general education had finally been achieved.

So in the winter of this year, the tribe abnormally did not go out hunting.

Calvin, who had prepared winter supplies in advance, finally began to explain the meaning of these tactical regulations to them beside the blazing bonfire in the tribal camp.

It was also in this winter that this group of prairie men whose lice hadn't been washed off for the first time watched Calvin pointing to the firewood under the campfire and said to them:

"Our name is Ashes. Only in the ashes can we see rebirth..."

In the next few years, this nascent tribe proved their strength with their own existence.

They paid the most furs to old Lucas every year, and asked for the least supplies, and even except for the first winter, they never asked for a grain of grain.

The leader of the tribe's main account is very satisfied with them. Old Lucas is old, and his desire for power is far less important to the survival of the tribe.

After the danger of having no successors was eliminated, old Lucas never worried about what would happen to him after his death...

The rights are slowly being transferred, and "excess" people are constantly being transferred from the old camp's main account.

Whether it is really "redundant", Calvin and the old Lucas are well aware of it, and they have not exposed it.

The old and the young have a rare tacit understanding on this point. They even seldom meet face to face, let alone have secret talks in dark corners.

Once the seeds have been planted for some things, the next thing will happen naturally.

This can be seen from Mars, who is always inseparable behind Calvin and always quietly standing by his side.

And Calvin was never greedy, he insisted that the population absorbed each time would never exceed one-fifth of the body.It is better to sacrifice the speed of expansion to ensure the implementation of discipline and the conversion of newcomers.

Spring goes and autumn comes, and before you know it, it has been five years.The camp in the valley has become a system of its own.

Whenever the light of the star rises from the east, the tribe wakes up with extraordinary rapidity.

Soldiers don't go home while on duty.When the sun rose, they came out of their exclusive camp.

After a brief assembly, they either go to the checkpoint for rotation, or go to the shooting range to start training.

And the group on duty rode their horses to the hunting ground outside the valley after riding their mounts under the whistle of the team officer...

The women also rushed to the river to wash up. After receiving food from the canteen in the center of the camp, they also had to prepare for the work assigned to them.

As for the elderly and children, their laughter can always be heard in the sunniest place in the valley...

The people here are living a fulfilling and prosperous life. They are building their tribes with an efficiency never seen in the tribal era, and they are also running their own beautiful lives.

"Shut up!"

The deep voice pierced through the quiet forest, and the startled birds on the treetops fluttered to the ground and flew away, bringing the news of the future people far away.

In a clearing deep in the forest, Calvin took the lead and reined in his mount in a rare open space in the forest.

The tribal warriors behind him followed closely behind Calvin and quietly spread out to guard the two wings.

Raising his head again to look at the already deflected sun, Calvin confirmed that his direction of travel was not deviated.

He got off his horse, sat on a hot stone, and raised the whip in his hand to Mars behind him.

"It's getting late, let's be here today."

Mars, who was already a middle-aged man, nodded, turned around and took two quick steps back and said to the young man behind him:

"Pass down the order and camp on the spot! The first row is sentry, the second row builds the camp, and the third row goes forward to search for water sources! Do you understand?"

"Understood!" The young officer said nervously.

"Repeat!" Mars continued to press, not intending to let go of this young man who had just been promoted.

"Camp in place! A row of..."

The officer of the Horde Warrior confirmed Mars' order in a low voice, and then left with the latter's permission.

The entire team separated under clear instructions and carried out their respective missions in an orderly manner.

"There's no need to make it so difficult for him, Marle Jr. has done a good job."

This was the first sentence Mars heard when he returned to Calvin.

He shook his head, rarely expressing a disagreement with Calvin:

"It's still promoted too fast. You shouldn't favor him, even if he..."

"Even if he is your son?" Calvin smiled, and then he put away his smile and said to Mars:

"I don't have a preference for him, he is good enough. It's just that you, as a father, always use your colored glasses to observe your son."

"Tinted glasses?"

Mars muttered words he didn't understand in a low voice. This was not the first time. Calvin could always say things he had never seen before, but it still made sense...

"My fault, I said something you didn't understand again. Just treat it as prejudice. You know, at his age, you are not as outstanding as him..."

Old-fashioned words came from Calvin's lips.But against the backdrop of his wisdom and strength, it seemed very natural, at least Mars never had any objections.

He looked at the smoke and dust that was still visible hundreds of kilometers away, and his emotional fluctuations were rarely captured by Mars.

The deep voice spoke from Calvin's mouth, and the meaningless words contained rare worries and uncertainties:
"Young people should exercise more, otherwise, when we old guys are not around, do you expect them to grow up overnight?"

"You will never be absent! Changshengtian and the sun will witness your eternity!"

Mars looked at the man in front of him who had become taller, but his face was the same as when he first met him and said in a low voice.

More than ten years have passed, and the person in front of him shows no signs of aging other than getting stronger.

And this kind of strangeness that surpasses ordinary people is also praised by the whole tribe under the blessing of his continuous victory.

To fight without fighting is to fight.

Under his management, the originally weak tribe expanded slowly at first and then became more and more terrifying.

From the thousands of people inherited from the old Lucas at the beginning, to the current master of ten thousand tents.

Calvin's ability to deal with politics is fully reflected in the development of this hegemony from scratch, from small to large, and finally across the ice sheet of the Northland.

He didn't even use the war that he was best at, but only relied on policy orientation and changes in diplomatic strategies to defeat most of the enemies with the economy.

Not without war.

The thirst for water and soil runs through the entire process of population growth, and war is naturally the last choice when it is necessary.

But no one can resist the power of Calvin.

Under his highly militarized and paramilitary administration, the organizational structure and strength of his tribe would have been a product of its time.

Bingfeng points, those who block are invincible.

No tribe could survive a battle under the blow of such an army, and no flag of resistance could be raised wherever Ash's iron hooves went.

Today, he is already the uncrowned king of the entire tribe, and the warriors under his command have also grown from thousands to tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands.

Today's tribe can hardly be called a tribe.

The two nouns "tribe" and "ashes" successively became Calvin's exclusive concept, and also became the spiritual totem of the northern nomads of the entire continent.

All humans in the northern part of the continent know Calvin's name.

Whether it is the nomadic tribes or the border people of the farming country, they all know that a white giant is rising above the snowy fields of Yanggula.

Mars witnessed all of this happening, in the short ten years of his life, in the hands of this young man with an old voice in front of him...

Nothing to say all night.When the sun rose again the next day, the whole team marched towards the center of the forest again.

From time to time, the probing horses sent back news, confirming the path that the horses could pass.

Everyone was pulled into a line in the increasingly narrow forest road, and the pack horses behind the team could only be connected in series with ropes, meandering along the winding path in the forest.

The surrounding environment was dimly lit and extremely quiet, only the occasional small animals were startled and fled to the distance in a hurry.

The large beasts had a more sensitive sense of smell, and they had already fled far away under Calvin's undisguised breath.

The trees in the woodland grew taller as the team moved forward, and the sunlight from the branches of the coniferous forest sprinkled finely on the snow that had never been stepped on.

After more than ten days of trekking through mountains and rivers, Calvin's team was deserted.The last time they saw traces of human activity was five days ago.

"Do you want to move forward? My lord. If we go further, our supplies will not be enough..."

After whispering to the logistics sergeant, Mars rode his horse and chased after Calvin and whispered to him.

He, like the guards under his command, did not know the real purpose of Calvin's trip.

He didn't dare to ask, because Calvin would only explain when he felt it was necessary.

Much of the time, like many of his colleagues, Mars labored in silence to follow the thoughts of his sovereign.

This is the freedom Calvin gave them, and it is also a means to test their character.

The former is regarded as life by these prairie men, and the latter is regarded as glory by them who have become soldiers.

"Go on, don't worry. It shouldn't be far away." Calvin looked at the haze that was still visible in the sky, and whispered.

Since the earthquake that affected the entire northern part of the continent a month ago, Mars' eyes, his monarch's eyes, have been looking at this place.

He didn't know where the light that was as bright as day for three consecutive nights came from, and he didn't know what the shooting star in the sky that first caught Calvin's sight was.

But he clearly knew that ever since the meteor appeared, Calvin's face had been covered with an imperceptible haze.

This is the detailed understanding that he only had after serving for many years.

If it were other subsequent attendants, I am afraid that no one would be able to know the subtle changes in their monarch's heart.

"Report!"

The vanguard in front appeared quickly, and the expression on his face was as out of control as his voice.

Mars glanced at the young man. Considering that this was not his son Marl Jr., he swallowed the accusations back.

"speak!"

Calvin looked over the figure of Mars and looked down at the soldiers in front of him.

The breathing rhythm of the other party is obviously disordered, and the ratio of pupil contraction is also abnormal, which is a sign of excessive secretion of adrenaline.

Considering the astonishing physical fitness of these native aborigines, Calvin calculated in his mind that they should have seen the thing in the center of the shock wave.

Yes, at the end of everyone's vision, Calvin could already see the edge of the woodland.

Pieces of primitive giant trees fell down there radially, their thick root systems were torn apart by great force, and Calvin could smell the fragrance of tree sap at the fracture.

That is definitely not a product of natural evolution.

Calvin knew clearly in his heart that the purpose of his trip was already in sight.

　Two in one, updated.Ask for a ticket.

　　As expected, I was named useless, and the chapter name was so painful to think about...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)