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Chapter 4 Frontier Fort

The company commander went over and talked about the rough battle process. The deputy brigade commander led the team waved to the gang captain Mi Zhao and said, "You are smart enough. After you go back, you will summarize the experience of this battle with the people in the company and write it down and hand it over."

The deputy brigade commander was Mo from Si Shang, not the old Mo from before the Battle of Shangqiu, but also the group who joined the Mo family before the Battle of Hanshui. When he was in Si Shang, the name of Shu Qing was well-known, so he naturally knew the identity of the silence captain Mi, and even more knew that the name of the silence captain Mi was suitable for him.

The illegitimate prisoner Mi himself was also successful. During this period of time, he made many achievements and was famous for being bold, careful and smart.

The deputy brigade coach looked at the smiling gang captain Mi and cursed: "I heard your company commander say just now, you were thinking about seducing that trade tribe? You asked me to tell me that you are still a little bit brave."

"Since the border fort must send troops to rescue, you should put forward your opinions and let the backbone of your company discuss it. If you really go, the matter will be done. Now you have all arrived within fifty miles of the border fort, and the tribes that want to trade have left..."

After a few more jokes, he moved forward, just like usual marching. Even within fifty miles of the border fort, he still sent scouts to investigate the surrounding area.

By the evening of the next day, the team finally returned to the Bianbao. There were flakes of buckwheat, buckwheat, corn and potatoes around it, lush and green, with a strange fragrance rippling around the Bianbao.

The sunset hangs in a slanted light, and the star-shaped castle looks like a black-black monster, stretching out tentacles around. On the high turret, several bronze cannons are shining with luster.

Below the bronze cannon is peace.

The nearby farmers were doing their own things leisurely, and from time to time, people saluted the team. These people protected the peace nearby and their hopes.

A river that attracted irrigation from a distance told the power of these people to change mountains and rivers. The villages near the border fort have lit bonfires of smoked mosquitoes, and several carriages squeaked and twisted from the road.

Seven years ago, I started growing corn, potatoes, buckwheat, and some beans here. It is not ripe here yet, but combined with horse farming, crop rotation and compost, this area that was originally a grassland began to have the vitality of farming.

Here, the Mohist policies were extremely radical, not only to absorb the serfs who fled from Zhao on a large scale, but also to increase the population by targeting tribes on the grassland.

At this time, the tribe was very small, far from when the Huns were integrated, tribes of all sizes were ruling in a "feudal serf" way.

The leader of the tribe owns all the property, cattle, sheep, horses, etc. The herders only help the leader grazing, and the ownership rights are still the leader of the tribe.

On the grassland, a single herder will die, and there must be a leader, or sooner or later, it will be captured and become a tribe member under the leader.

The customs on the grassland are also different from the Central Plains. The so-called "strong people eat fatty, old people eat the rest. They value strong and healthy, and are inferior to the elderly and weak. When the father dies, their wives will be his wife and their stepmothers; when the brother dies, they will all take their wives and wives."

Marrying sister-in-law and disciples, marrying stepmothers, the strong eat meat and the weak eat grass, seems to have been like this since ancient times.

As the Mohist family began to operate in Gaoliu seven years ago, there were two completely different "nicknames" among grassland herders.

One is "warm sun on the lake" and the other is "dirty black rat". The difference between these two names naturally stems from the different social status on the grassland.

The Mo family did not want to be the emperor of the old world, nor did they want to be the princes. They fought to dominate the world to change the old rules of the old world. Fighting to dominate the world is just a means rather than an end.

Otherwise, if you give up those morals and devote yourself to Qin and Chu, you will be able to make the world one, and you will not need to take this most difficult path.

Gaoliu, located in the northern border, owns the number of Mo people that exceeds the total number of Mo families when Shangqiu was reorganized.

For young people like Shuzhu Mi, the climate, food and environment here are different from Sishang, but there is a special familiarity and closeness - leaving Sishang, they are aliens in the world, and they are closer to Sishang and more like Qufu, where the climate crop environment is more similar.

This place is separated by Zhao, Wei, Han, Zheng, and Song, but the characters on Si are written in the form of a low-key character, using the counting symbols on Si, and discussing the world and universe discussed in the Si Shang School. People will not be full of ridicule of the three words "People in the World", thinking they are madmen, and there will be no nobles who despise them for three days after their relatives die.

Therefore, when the gate of the border castle opened, the first sentence that came to the mind of the gang prisoner Mi was "Finally home."
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