Manhe is the most brutal in the entire tribe.
They often like to burn, kill and loot, and are also the most criticized ethnic group in the tribe.
But they didn't care and were able to gather supplies and become strong.
It is the instinct of survival.
They yearn to be like the eagles on the grassland, able to kill their prey freely and ferociously.
Among the tribes on the grassland, Manhe appeared later.
Its predecessor was part of the Nanu tribe.
The Nanu tribe was once a group on the grassland that was almost able to compete with the Heng Kingdom.
To some extent, they can already establish a country.
They unified the steppes.
But nomadic peoples have always been free.
This unity did not last long.
Later, tribes led by Manhe became dissatisfied with Nanu's rule.
They collapsed from within, and Nanu's royal court is now the property of Manhe.
The Nanu royal family had already fled in all directions.
Those who are alive dare only hide their identities.
They were afraid of the Manhe tribe, a notorious tribe.
They were terrified by Manhe's burning, killing and looting.
Everyone in the tribe was in a panic, knowing that Manhe would not let the Nanu people go.
So after the split, Nanu became a legend of the grassland.
The Manhe people believed that they were the kings of the entire grassland.
But they are extremely xenophobic, having learned from Nanu's lesson.
Rather than everyone uniting together, it would be better to...
Direct plunder and genocide.
Because Nanu was just arrogant and thought he had united all the defeated tribes.
In the end, the whole clan was exterminated.
The Manhe people never repeat the same mistakes.
They prefer to strengthen their own tribe and kill the tribes that are hostile to them.
Now in the entire grassland, the only people who can resist Manhe are the Noga tribe in the farther northwest.
They are more cold-resistant, and even the cattle and sheep they raise can withstand the severe cold.
But the Manhe people can't do that, so...
To some extent, Manhe was very dissatisfied with the Noga tribe, but he could not do anything to them.
after all. . .
The natural climate is the biggest defense against the Manhe army.
As long as the Manhe people are not cold-resistant, they will not be able to reach the Noga tribe and wipe them out.
only. . .
The Manhe people were smarter. Although they could not defeat the Noga people, they knew how to threaten other tribes.
They spread the word that any tribe that conducted any trade with Noga would be strangled by them.
Therefore, the tribes kept their distance from the Noga people.
This is obviously useful.
Although the Noga people can withstand the severe cold, they cannot survive winter after winter due to lack of supplies.
Especially the previous snowfall was so strange.
The priest of the tribe sighed.
His face was stained with red blood, a characteristic of the Noga tribe.
They believe that there are gods in the world, and there is only this red bloodstain.
It allows the gods to recognize them among thousands of people.
The priest's hair was made of fine whips and finally tied together in a fluffy bun.
He knelt by the fire and dropped the prayer sticks in his hands.
Mushu is made from the best piece of Naga tree that can stand tall in the cold.
Then grind it into a crescent shape.
Then it is baptized by fire, turning it into a pitch-black appearance.
Then use it to pray to the gods and get their mercy.
The priest threw Mushu repeatedly, his expression changing drastically between the positive and negative sides.
He didn't care about anything else and ran to the highest tent.
“Chief!”
The priest shouted as he ran.
The elderly patriarch was worried about the lack of supplies.
"priest?"
He looked at the priest who rushed into the tent, somewhat bewildered.
The priest took a breath.
"Got a reply from the gods!"
The patriarch immediately sat up and asked, "What did the gods tell us?!"
"The sky will change suddenly. Only in the southeast can we find a glimmer of hope."
The patriarch thought for a moment and decided to move to the southeast.
He neglected to look up.
"It can't be Manhe, it can only be... Hengguo?"
The priest frowned: "No, I prefer..."
"The general who defeated Manhe."
They don't know much about Hengguo's hierarchy.
That's why he was able to defeat General Uriel of Manhe.
In their eyes, he was naturally the general of Heng State.
"I remember him, that arrogant flatterer of Uriel. There were times when he was beaten and had to go home and call for his mother."
Muma is the name for mother in grassland tribes.
The patriarch laughed heartily as he spoke.
They don't get along with Man He, and Man He's actions almost blocked their way out.
But surrender was obviously impossible.
So when I heard that Uriel, such an invincible general, was defeated by Chu Jinshen, I was shocked.
He was naturally very happy.
"I remember Hengguo. That country is very interesting. The former emperor gave his land to Manhe."
This is clearly referring to the old emperor handing over Yuezhou to Manhe.
"But their general is very powerful."
The patriarch sighed.
They are already a fairly large group among all the tribes.
But Hengguo is almost larger than half of the grassland.
"Manhe was very proud before, and threatened that not only the grasslands, but even the countries in the Central Plains would submit to them."
Now that he has been beaten like this, the clan leader can finally vent his anger.
In short, they are hardy and grow in the environment.
For all tribes, attacking them is a thankless task.
Who can survive in the snowy mountains?
Except for the Noga tribe who claim to be blessed by the gods.
"Priest, should we seek help from that general?"
The patriarchs had their own considerations, and they were obviously worried that the general could defeat Uriel.
It only means that he is more powerful than Uriel.
However, such a powerful general may not necessarily lend a helping hand to their tribe.
After all, on the surface, they are enemies.
As the two were talking, a lively girl opened the tent.
She cheered with joy, and her red dress looked like a gift from the snow-capped mountains.
"Father!"
Zhuoya is the patriarch’s self-proclaimed gift.
She is a girl known as a miracle.
He was born when the clan leader’s wife was in her thirties and was raised in the clan leader’s palm.
"Zhuoya, you're out being naughty again!"
The patriarch pretended to scold, but Zhuoya didn't care. She even greeted the priest with a smile.
"Father, I heard that you guys are going to make a deal with Hengguo?!"
Zhuoya spoke without hesitation.
She is innocent, lively and cheerful. She is the little princess of the Noga tribe and the most dazzling Naga flower.
Bright red, shining flowers bloom on the snow-capped mountains.
But the patriarch was worried. The only bad thing about having such a lively daughter was...
He likes to sneak out of the house, taking the foal he raised with him, and running recklessly across the grassland.
Fortunately, the patriarch protected her very well.
No one outside the Noga tribe knew that a little princess was born in this tribe.
Zhuoya blushed at this moment: "The general has a brave subordinate."
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