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- In the Turan Plain of the Kazakh Khanate, a large number of Kazakh herdsmen drove their cattle, sheep and horses to the northwest. While migrating, they had to look behind them from time to time to see if there were any Ming cavalry chasing them.
Although it is still midsummer, even though the sky is blue and the grass is green, for the Kazakhs, their sky has fallen.
All the Kazakh warriors led by Mulundek Khan were killed by the Ming Dynasty. The tribal leaders and nobles never came back, and they were suddenly leaderless.
What is even more frightening is that the Ming people have no intention of stopping here. From the coastline of the Caspian Sea to the border of the Hezhong area, and then to the border grasslands of the Western Regions, hundreds of thousands of Ming troops are like hungry tigers, covering their ears with lightning speed. The trend began to sweep across the entire Kazakh Khanate.
Wherever they passed, the sky and the earth were pale, blood stained every river in the Hax Khanate, and corpses were scattered in every corner of the grassland. They killed men when they saw them, and put women and children directly into a car when they saw them. Inside a four-wheeled carriage, they were then sold as slaves to slave traders.
The Kazakh Khanate, which had lost 100,000 strong men, was leaderless, and the various tribes were fighting to separate themselves. It was no match for the Ming Dynasty cavalry.
Wherever the Ming Dynasty cavalry went, the originally busy grassland suddenly turned into a deserted and desolate land. Countless cattle, sheep and horses gathered into mighty white torrents.
This white torrent eventually flowed into the western regions and rivers of the Ming Dynasty, just like the blood of the Kazakh Khanate. Finally, it was all injected into the body of the Ming Dynasty and became the wealth of the Ming Dynasty people.
The border area with the Hax Khanate suddenly became popular, and countless businessmen swarmed in like sharks smelling of blood.
The prices of cattle, sheep and horses are ridiculously low, and the women and children of the Kazakh Khanate are even dirtier. They often buy women and give children as gifts.
A woman who was usually worth dozens of taels of silver can now be bought for more than a dozen taels of silver, and some even only need a few taels of silver. As for children, they are a burden and a gift.
The bustling livestock trading market and slave market are like a carnival and a feast, with countless cattle, horses and people constantly plundered.
The sky is falling.
For Kazakhs, they don¡¯t even have a place to cry.
From the Turan Plain on the edge of the Caspian Sea to Zhongyuzi, the tribes with little information were still ignorantly waiting for the children of their own tribe to come back, but what they waited for was ruthless slaughter and plunder by the Ming cavalry.
As for the well-informed tribes, at this moment, their faces were already pale with fear from the news.
There were some powerful tribes who hurriedly sent people to the Ming Dynasty, sending generous gifts and beautiful women, hoping to join the Ming Dynasty. However, the Ming Dynasty had no interest in them at all, and the envoys were beheaded as soon as they arrived.
It can be said that this is a situation that will never end.
The news disappeared on the grassland like the wind. The areas closer to the Ming Dynasty were the first to be attacked by the Ming Dynasty's cavalry. It was like a huge net that continuously swept towards the hinterland and depths of the Kazakh Khanate, and the speed was very fast. It's so terrifying that it has to sweep hundreds of miles every day, and it only takes a few days to sweep away the entire Kazakh Khanate.
On the beautiful and fertile Tulan Plain, tribes migrating to the west and north can be seen everywhere. They drive cattle, sheep and horses, pull yurts, and keep migrating with tears.
"Hurry, hurry~"
"We don't want the cattle and sheep, we don't want the cattle and sheep. With these cattle and sheep, our speed is too slow. Before sunset tomorrow at the latest, the Ming people's cavalry will come over."
"If we continue walking slowly like this, no one will be able to leave by then."
Nahati, the old patriarch of the Argen tribe, with gray hair, was riding on his BMW and looking at the slowly advancing tribal team in front of him, he was also sweating profusely.
It was obvious that the people of Ming Dynasty were chasing and killing them, but they were still dragging their feet on the migration road.
When a lamb is missing, it takes a long time to find it; when a cow is gone, it has to be found again; when a pony is lost, it is necessary to pull the mare to call it back.
¡°Do you think this is normal grazing?
"But, patriarch, without these cattle and sheep, how can we survive?"
Next to Nahati, a few young men who stayed in the tribe followed closely. After hearing Nahati's words, some people also said reluctantly.
For people on the grassland, cattle, sheep and horses are all their wealth. They are also their food rations and the foundation for survival. Without cattle and sheep, there is no way to survive on the grassland.??In the past, the Kazakh Khanate would not take the Kazan Khanate seriously at all, and the strength comparison between the two was very different. 牺如 bxwx.co 牺如
However, now, the Kazakh Khanate has been severely damaged by the Ming Empire. The first thing these migrating tribes have to face is the Kazan Khanate.
"Eagles on the grassland~" Mi He Mi
"Pick up the scimitars in your hands, mount your horses, and follow me to fight a bloody path!"
The gray-haired Nahati was wearing armor and holding a scimitar, riding on his own horse. Next to him was his youngest grandson, who was only twelve years old now and was not as tall as the horse he was riding.
But now I have to put on armor, bring a bow and arrow, pick up a scimitar, and fight bravely like a man.
Because there are not enough young men in the tribe, all the elites were buried with Mulundekh Khan in the hands of the Ming Dynasty. Even the elderly and children must now take up arms to fight and shoulder the responsibilities of men!
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