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Chapter 1381 Rice Pot and Spoon

On the muddy Siberian wilderness, two steeds galloped one after the other.

Both riders have typical Tatar faces, but the person in front is wearing a good-quality Turkic burqa, a sable cap, and a belt with gold and silver ornaments. He is obviously a khanate nobleman.

The people behind were shirtless in the cold weather, their heads were shaved bald, and their green skin was exposed. They rode horses and swung short hand axes.

On the waist of the khanate nobleman in front is the Yatkan scimitar from Tashkent. This kind of scimitar is short and good for close combat. Since it appears in windy and sandy areas, the scabbard often wraps the handle The length, so there is no handguard and tan, and there is a huge handle at the end of the handle for easy drawing.

But at this moment, the nobles of the Khanate had been terrified, and their bodies on horseback were desperately leaning forward, as if they were trying to stay away from the pursuers behind them, and they didn't have the courage to draw their swords at all.

Fortunately, his war horse has excellent bloodlines, and his riding skills are better than those of the pursuers. When both horses are getting tired, they still run faster, so that the distance to be overtaken is gradually widened again.

Realizing that the distance was getting farther and farther away, the shirtless and bald pursuer frowned and dropped the ax by the side of the road. With a bit of distress, he drew a French-made flintlock pistol from his waist, raised his hand and fired it.

In the gunpowder smoke, the nobleman of the Khanate froze for a moment, and then he was carried forward by the horse and ran a few steps forward. He fell from the horse with his body crooked, and was dragged for more than ten steps with his foot stuck in the stirrup. Strength, speed slowed and stopped.

The rider behind him passed by quickly, turned from the front and dismounted with a smile, looked at the reward from the tsar in his hand, put it back on his waist contentedly, pulled out the dagger from the worn-out leather boots, and stepped forward, tearing away the still struggling The nobleman of the Khanate stabbed twice in the chest with his arm protecting his chest.

Neat.

After finishing all this, he skillfully untied the belt of the khanate nobleman, kicked the corpse aside, and tied the belt with the water bag and machete around his waist.

In the process, he cursed at the corpse in the language of the Ruth, as if it was a waste of precious gunpowder.

Afterwards, he picked up the mink hat that fell on the ground, patted the dust on the top of his bald head, took two steps forward, stroked the slack belly that was starved and thin by Siberia, and roared happily into the endless wilderness , then turned his head suspiciously.

boots.

He took off his cracked and broken boots and kicked them aside, took off the boots from the corpse of the Khanate nobleman, compared them in his hands, and hopped them on to his own feet. superior.

The boots were a bit big, but it didn't matter, two pieces of the blood-stained burqa were torn off and stuffed into the boot shaft, and then shivered contentedly, took two horses, pulled out the wine bag from the horse's hip pouch, and took two gulps, Humming to the road when he came, he swayed and walked.

He hadn't forgotten that the ax was left behind, and now he was going to retrieve it.

Before he could pick up the axe, horseshoes came from the field, and a dozen Cossacks wearing fur caps, some on horseback and some at a fast pace, came running over, and shouted from a long distance, "Spoons!"

The nickname of this Cossack is Spoon, and his real name is Meshelyak. He is a centurion among the Yermak Cossacks.

Many Cossacks use nicknames, such as Yermak, which means rice cooker. His real name is Vasily. When he was young, he pulled fiber in the Volga River and worked as a cook. Because he knew how to cook, he was called rice cooker. pot.

Up to now, no one remembers his real name, only Yermak.

The same goes for the spoon, he is Yermak's right-hand man, and the person calling him is Korizo, who has just returned from Moscow to announce the good news to the Tsar on behalf of Yermak.

He brought back a large amount of the Tsar's rewards for the Cossacks of Yermak, muskets, artillery, gunpowder, food and liquor necessary for their survival.

Tsarist Russia basically did not drink alcohol in this era, because they were poor and mead was too expensive, and they could not make other wines except mead.

However, the Cossacks need to drink to warm up when they are away for a long time. This is also Corizzo’s request to the Tsar. The wine is milk wine specially obtained from Kazan, and some grain wine is also available.

Most people in the Khanate do not want to drink grain wine. They drink too much and get too drunk. It is windy and cold in the wilderness, and they are prone to die when they go out to work.

Cossacks want everything.

Corrizo saw the machete on the ladle's waist, showing displeasure on his face, and complained, "I just assured his son that you just want his clothes, and his wife and daughter are still waiting for him to go back at the banquet."

Shaozi showed a simple and honest smile, this kind of smile is especially cruel in this situation, took the sheepskin jacket from his partner to wrap around his body, and said: "He keeps running, what should we do?"

"I shouldn't have killed him." As he said that, Spoon took off his hat and rubbed his bald head, showing distressed expression: "I'm so skinny, I got scurvy when there was no food in the city, and there are not many tribes left outside. A person who can settle down..."

Corrizo didn't say any more: "Forget it, get on the horse, go back and kill them all, there is still a big tribe to the east."

"A new big tribe?"

Seeing the spoon approaching, Korizuo on horseback nodded and said: "Kalacha who fled, a letter from Yermak who was sweeping the upper reaches of the Irtysh River, Karacha and Kuchuhan split up and wanted to surrender to us .”

"Yermark asked me to bring some people to help Karacha consolidate the territory. Originally, I wanted to take some people away from here, but there is no need to pick forty good players."

In Corizzo's eyes, the tribes of the Siberian Khanate who surrendered all looked the same, like shivering deer in the forest.

Except for the stubborn Kuchu Khan, there is no one to be feared or respected in this land.

These affiliated tribes are also like farmed chickens. It is not bad to keep them to lay eggs for the tsar, and it is not bad to kill them to eat meat.

Yermak was far-sighted. He realized that the reason why the troops lacked food in Isker was that they had killed all the surrounding tribes, so he tried to stop the Cossacks from looting and massacring.

But it's useless, his subordinates are too easy to kill, a word, a look, maybe even a thought, and a tribe is gone.

The most important thing is that it is necessary to send people to restrain the subordinates. There are more than 500 Cossacks and more than 300 mercenaries. It is impossible for Yermak to tell everyone that killing is prohibited.

As a result, the people sent to join the robbery joined Kehuan, so what can I do.

The final result is that, except for some small tribes that live in the forest and can turn in furs for the tsar, basically all tribes that are capable of resisting disappear in the massacre.

Now, the surrender of the chieftain of Karacha came at the right time. For the Cossacks of Yermak, they would immediately receive fresh food supplies and a new large tribe to plunder.

　Good morning!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)