They are not enemies, but... neighbors?
The barbarians who are accustod to tribal life don't really have a clear concept of "neighbors" in this broader sense. In the desert, two adjacent tribes often guard against each other, fearing that one day the other might swallow them up.
"Wooo!!!"
The sound of the military horn sounded once more,
This was the signal to speed up the march.
...
Inside the dark underground prison, there was a black table.
Across the table was an iron railing. The wild people's king was holding onto the iron railing, looking at the familiar figure slowly walking over and sitting down behind the table.
"So soon?" the wild people's king asked.
Since the last ti the wild people's king talked about the snowfield situation and the state of various tribes to the blind man, he had been placed here for a long ti, with no one bothering with him.
Asking so soon, he ant, is it ti to take action?
Sumr hasn't gone yet, and autumn is still far away.
The blind man spoke:
"The Naman Tribe."
The wild people's king, holding onto the railing, laughed,
and said:
"Strike or win over?"
"Extermination."
"Has it been declared?"
"It's been declared."
"Then it must be fast."
The wild people's king said bluntly.
"How fast?" the blind man asked.
"The faster, the better," the wild people's king continued. "Alliances among the various divisions in the snowfield take ti, requiring advance agreents on the distribution of spoils, oaths, and sacrifices. Warriors also need to be gathered, which all takes a lot of ti. Since it has been declared to attack the Naman Tribe, actions must be swift, not giving them a chance to unite.
After wiping out the Naman Tribe, the other tribes will not speak up for a tribe that no longer exists."
The blind man nodded,
and said:
"It has been very fast."
...
"So fast, directly to the battlefield?"
When the Keyan Division began entering the city, the North Gate of Snow Sea Pass had already opened. Zheng Fan didn't make any stops, galloping straight out from the wide road that spanned between the South and North Gates.
Following Zheng Fan, Keyan Dongge thought they would rest in the city, but who knew they would directly exit from the North Gate after entering from the South Gate, so he couldn't help but ask Jin Shuke.
Actually,
Jin Shuke didn't know anything either,
but he didn't want Keyan Dongge to think he didn't know,
so he just pretended to be profound and said:
"Just follow Lord Zheng's instructions."
After exiting the North Gate, Keyan Dongge saw rows of simple huts ahead.
So huts were boiling water, while others had stear baskets with steaming hot buns, giving off an appetizing aroma.
Zheng Fan dismounted, led his Pixiu to one of the huts, reached out, and took three big stead buns, as well as a bowl of at soup.
Then he led his Pixiu to another side and began devouring the food.
Jin Shuke did the sa, dismounting to get food, and Keyan Dongge followed suit.
In front of the hut distributing the stead buns stood barbarian soldiers, many with body impairnts — they were injured soldiers who couldn't return to the battlefield, so they were transferred to logistics.
However, when facing people from the Keyan Division at this ti, it was convenient since they could all communicate in barbarian language.
"How many stead buns do you want?"
Keyan Dongge: "I want them all."
"..." the soldier.
Jin Shuke reminded: "This is hot food, after eating you'll still get dry rations ahead."
And the barbarian soldier distributing buns, not knowing Keyan Dongge, but seemingly seeing himself in the past, smiled:
"Here, you can eat till full."
"Then give ten."
"Alright, ten."
After receiving the buns and at soup, Keyan Dongge and Jin Shuke ca to Zheng Fan's side. By the ti they got there, Lord Zheng had already put the last bit of bun into his mouth and then picked up the soup bowl to finish the last bit of soup.
Seeing the ten buns bulging in Keyan Dongge's arms,
Lord Zheng's eye muscles involuntarily twitched twice,
he suddenly felt a bit pained for his own grain reserves.
But he couldn't let them go hungry or appear stingy, so he only left with this sentence:
"Don't waste food."
"Yes, Lord Zheng."
Keyan Dongge, full of joy, imitated Zheng Fan's previous posture and, together with Jin Shuke, squatted down and began devouring the food in the sa way.
The warriors from the Keyan Division who followed also began to get the stead buns and at soup, then copied the people in front, squatting to eat and drink heartily.
When the Keyan Division was migrating, officials from the Yan State along the way provided grain and fodder, but food supplies were definitely not abundant. Not only the warriors needed to eat, but families also had to be taken care of, leading to higher consumption, and most of the barbarian warriors hadn't felt full for a long ti.
After a good al, the warriors of the Keyan Division received stir-fried noodles further north and hot water boiled in pots to fill their water bags.
The few barbarian soldiers responsible for filling water bags teased in a seasoned manner:
"You're unlucky, you missed out on a bath. The soap is so slippery and fragrant. After the war, you should be arranged to use it, rember to use it sparingly. It's expensive, very costly in the city shops, but won just love it."
The seasoned barbarian soldiers rembered when they first arrived and tead up to pick the soap scenario.
Liang Cheng rode up to Zheng Fan,
Zheng Fan was sitting there,
lighting up an after-al cigarette,
at the sa ti,
as in every military campaign,
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