Daylight broke!
The tranquility and peace of the Miao people in the past have been completely shattered by the inspiring sound of war drums.
As dawn breaks, golden rays of sunlight pierce through the thin mist, adding a touch of brightness to this ancient land.
Eight o'clock sharp.
The Miao tribe centered around Quedong Village has gathered eight branches and more than 40,000 Miao people.
As for the Han people who came to watch, their numbers were countless.
Currently, only the Black Miao branch led by Heiwu Village, the Green Miao branch led by Balong Ancient Village, the Blue Miao branch led by Daobeizhai, and the most mysterious Purple Miao branch have not yet arrived.
Quedongzhai is composed of three villages. On the blue stone square in the direction of the northern mountain, which can accommodate 10,000 Miao people at the same time, the core Miao people of the eight branches have arrived at this moment, making for a very spectacular scene.
In front of each branch, a battle flag was erected.
The battle flags are embroidered with Miao totems, and each branch is distinguished by the color of the embroidered borders.
The battle flags of each branch are carried by the most outstanding young men in that branch.
Under the battle flag, the most respected elder from each branch was placed at the head.
Following them were the strongest young men of the branch, while the teams on either side were the most beautiful young women, and then the older women of the fathers' generation.
As for the other Miao people from various branches who were unable to enter the square, they stood on the periphery, each branch forming a line to watch.
Today, during the sacrificial ceremony, the various branches of the Miao people do not wear elaborate costumes, but rather their most traditional Miao attire.
In the central Red Miao branch camp, the leader was naturally Chief Tang, while Amei's first place was not Amo.
Amo is the supreme holy maiden of the Miao people, and even the nine elders cannot overstep her position.
At 8:05, a bugle call sounded in the distance.
The Han people all looked in the direction of the powerful, loud, and inspiring sound.
On the southern mountainside, the first thing to appear was a dark blue battle flag.
"Hello everyone, as our camera pans across the land, we are now witnessing the breathtaking spectacle of the Blue Miao branch, comprised of twenty-eight villages, with Daobei Village at its head, one of the twelve major branches of the Miao people."
The live broadcast was done by news media called in by the city government.
Lu Rui and his team from Shanghai were responsible for recording other aspects and then transmitting the footage to local media for collaborative work.
The Lanmiao branch, with over four thousand descendants, makes its appearance.
The one holding the battle flag was none other than A-Kang, whom Mu A-Chen knew well.
The arrival of Akang and his men from Daobeizhai was imposing. All the young men brandished their Miao swords, and although they carried dozens of black-haired pigs and led more than forty oxen, the procession remained orderly.
There are four horns, each four or five meters long, and each one requires five strong Miao men to carry.
The sound of bugles echoed continuously throughout Quedong Village.
"My God, this is amazing!"
"I've seen this scene on TV, but I've never felt this way before."
“You’re not from Tianfeng County. I’ve lived here for forty years and I’ve never seen anything like this before. If you’re from out of town, you’ve probably never seen anything like it.”
"I feel like I'm reviewing my troops on a battlefield and preparing for battle."
"Damn, I should have brought a video camera with me."
"Dude, we've arrived at the Blue Miao branch now. The real shock will come when the Black Miao and Green Miao arrive; not to mention the most mysterious Purple Miao branch."
A few minutes later, just as Lan Miao entered the square and finished lining up, two deep horn sounds suddenly rang out from the west side of Que Dong Village.
"Coming from that direction, could it be... the Purple Sprouts?"
Amidst the confusion of tens of thousands of Han people, a magnificent purple battle banner with extremely ornate tattoos appeared in the direction from which the horn sounded.
The media immediately reported on it, but the elders did not provide much information about the Miao purple Miao branch.
However, although the Purple Miao numbered less than 3,500, each of them was a strong and healthy Miao man and a beautiful woman who was no less attractive than the Red Miao.
Less than one-tenth of the Zi Miao group consisted of aunties and elderly people.
Moreover, the elderly woman leading the group was a woman nearing sixty years old.
However, if this old woman were forty years younger, she would look too much like Aduo's mother.
Furthermore, the Zi Miao branch has never agreed to let other Miao branches participate in their traditional festivals for many years. Why they agreed to come this time is probably only known to the nine elders.
The appearance of the Zi Miao surprised the Han people with the beauty of the young women, but the shock and tremor felt by the Miao people can only be known to themselves.
After the Zi Miao branch entered the site, an even more alarming horn sounded once again from the direction of the southern mountainside.
At the same time, a deafening horn sounded from the direction of Heiwu Village.
"Good heavens, haven't the feud between the Green Seedlings and the Black Seedlings been resolved yet? Why are they showing up together? Are they going to have a head-on fight?"
The feud between the Black Miao and Green Miao branches of the Miao people is no secret, but few Han Chinese know the origins of it.
The elders were worried that the Black Miao would clash with the Green Miao, but before they could go and warn them, the media had already reported that the Green Miao had arrived, leaving the Black Miao for last.
Whoever arrives first should be reported first, but neither the Green Seedlings nor the Black Seedlings are easy to deal with.
The scale of the Green Seedlings branch is unprecedented!
The blue battle flag was held by Yang Ahu, the leader of the eight jackals of the Miao people.
The leader was the second-ranking elder among the nine major Miao clan elders.
Behind the two elders was the chief chief of Balong Ancient Village.
In the endless procession of young seedlings, six horns led the way, followed closely by eighty-eight war drums, which beat with a force that seemed to shake the heavens and earth.
Five thousand strong Miao men carrying muskets, five thousand young women, three thousand uncles and aunts of their fathers' generation, and less than five hundred elderly people.
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