Chapter 64 Miao Army (Part 1)

On August 15th, on Baiqiling, Jiande Road, tens of thousands of mountain people in Huguang were wearing dog-head masks and worshiping the moon.

A few dark yellow bonfires jumped up on the top of the mountain, like stars in the sky, and formed a long and low horn sound from each other, followed by the beating of the bonfire and echoed among the mountains, "Woooo, Woooo, Woooo, Woooo--", like the souls of the ancestors calling, soothing the uneasy hearts on the hillside.

As if guided by the sound of a trumpet, the golden moonlight shone from the air, illuminating the upper body of the mountain people, and there are various bone ornaments hanging around their waists. Some bones are old and have a dark black surface, making it difficult to distinguish their parts and sources. Some bone ornaments are shining with dazzling pale whiteness, and the edges are faintly red.

Of course, the smell of flesh and blood and flesh will not be too wonderful. However, the mountain people did not think the smell emitted from the white bone ornaments was strange. Under the leadership of sacrificial priests at all levels on the hillside, they kept worshiping the moonlight, and the ornaments on their waists collided with each other with their movements, and kept ringing "rattle, shuffle".

Suddenly, the high priest sitting next to the fire at the highest point opened his eyes, and turned his crutch in his hand towards the halberd fingers not far away. All the horns around him changed into another rapid melody at this moment, "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo-"

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Several of the strongest mountain people who were elected were rushing forward with a black buffalo, and knelt down on their knees in front of a stone platform facing the dense forest. An elder with countless feathers on his head and hundreds of beasts hanging on his neck rushed over from the high priest. The guardian blade suddenly poked forward, and the buffalo's heart was pierced on the shoulders of the strong men.

"Moo,." The dying buffalo made an extremely short sound, and then, his four hooves twitched, and his blood gushed out along the blade. The strong men carrying the buffalo completely relied on their own strength to control the buffalo's struggle and always aimed the blade at the full moon above their heads.

In an instant, the gushing blood column and the golden full moon painted an extremely strange picture in the mountains and fields. The mountain wind suddenly blew the blood column in the air and swayed, splashing around. The scarlet blood mist dyed the moonlight red, dyed the sky red, and dyed every pair of confused eyes around.

"Woooo, Woooo, Woooo, Woooo--" The sound of the trumpet became long and desolate again. The mountain people bowed to the full moon, bowed again, and bowed again, and everyone's face was extremely pious.

The high priest slowly walked towards the already extinct buffalo amid the sound of the horn. He picked up another sharp knife, cut the buffalo's belly, took out the internal organs inside, and muttered something. After a while, he suddenly raised his head and shouted a spell to the night sky that no one could understand, "Wow, hahahahaha!"

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"Dongdongdongdongdongdongdongdong, dongdongdongdongdong, dongdongdongdong." The short drum sound exploded, "Dangdangdang, dingdangdang, dingdangdang." The monotonous gongs were mixed, followed by the sound of trumpets, singing, singing, and the resonance of the night wind in the mountains blowing through the dense forest.

All the mountain people were like drunk, twisting their bodies, shaking their heads to the sound, dancing with their hands and feet. In an instant, they forgot the tides in the mountains, the appearance of their hometown, the brothers they lost all the way, and everything they should have remembered. Only blood was left in their eyes.

They originally lived in the mountains in western Hunan and rarely interacted with the surrounding tribes, but an imperial edict from the Mongolian Yuan court four years ago completely changed their lives.

They originally made a living by fishing and hunting, but they didn't know what war was. However, Yang Zhengheng, the chieftain of Feishan Village, shouted, but they picked up all kinds of weapons and bid farewell to their hometown forever.

They did not originally belong to the same mountain, and they never considered each other as the same tribe. However, the several carts of silk from the Mongolian Yuan government gave them a common name, "Miao Army".

Those officials and men did not have the time to distinguish Miao people, Liao people, Child people, Dong Yao, Wu Man and Hei Chi, and gave them a name to Zhu Miao, and then they asked the patriarchs and priests to follow them behind the Feishan chieftain Yang Zhengheng and his son, and broke out of the mountains.

Kill from the mountainous area to the flat ground, from the flat ground and then into Wuchang City, and then follow the Yang family father and son, and then fight thousands of miles, kill a group, and then recruit a group from the mountains of their hometown, recruit a group, kill a group, and then recruit a group, and then recruit a group.

Over the years, the "Zhu Miao" used their blood to extinguish the fire of resistance everywhere in Jiangnan, and also used their blood to dye the brocade robes on the Yang family's father and son red.

Yang Zhengheng, the chief chief of Feishan, was appointed as the right prime minister of Huguang Province, and was killed in battle. His son Yang Tongguan was named Yang Wan by the court. From a thousand Yi soldiers to the deputy marshal of the Xuanwei Department of Huguang, to the envoy of Xuanwei in western Zhejiang, the general of the cavalry, and the right prime minister of Jiangsu and Zhejiang Province, his official position was as rapid as a full moon in the sky. The price paid by the various scholars was that more than 60,000 young men died in battle, more than 10,000 young men disappeared, and more than 3,000 young men were blind and missing, and they lived a life of hardships on wild vegetables and fruits in the mountains.

However, the patriarch, village master, cave master and priests said that this was the instructions of the gods. Only by following Yang Tusi and his son and defeating all the enemies outside the mountain will the gods continue to bless them, allowing the grains in the fields to grow smoothly, allowing the mother beasts in the mountains to breed small beasts, and allowing each mountain village to continue to reproduce and survive. Otherwise, the gods will punish them, let the sky fall into wildfire, and the ground produce black water, demons and monsters walk in the mountains and crush all villages to flat ground.

The "Zhu Miao people" never violated the intentions of the patriarch and priests. They could only bury their partners who had grown up together since childhood, drew their knives from the enemy's corpses, picked up bows and arrows from pools of blood, and continued to follow the Yang father and son, from Wuchang to Anqing, from Anqing to Xinzhou, from Xinzhou to Quzhou, and then from Quzhou to Jiande.

Jiande is mountainous and the terrain is very similar to their hometown. Jiande's starry sky is low and the moonlight is bright, which is also very similar to their hometown. However, most of them can no longer go back.

During their years of war, they learned to search for property from corpses. During their years of war, they learned to force food from the people's homes. They learned to learn to deceive each other, betray each other, and suspicious of each other. They followed Yang Wanzhe, the young master of the Yang family, and snatched the places they passed into white, and then laughed and didn't care about the pairs of desperate gazes behind them.

Their purses are getting bulging, but their souls are getting heavier. They don’t know when they will die, nor when the days in front of them will come to an end.

They were anxious every day, hoping to use their companions' blood to extinguish the anger in their hearts. They peeled out complete bones from the corpses of the Red Turban Army and made them into various ornaments and magic weapons, but they could not drive away the wronged souls behind them and let themselves have peace overnight.

Only on the day when the full moon arrives can they calm themselves down temporarily. On this day, the priests from each village and cave, as well as the high priests designated by the court, will hold grand moon worship and sacrifice to the ancestors, and offer treasures to the gods in exchange for the protection of their ancestors and the gods.

When the moonlight like water sprinkled on their chests, each "Zhumiao" felt as if he had been washed clean, and it became relaxed from his body to his soul. Then, the next morning, they picked up the knife, followed the patriarch and priests, followed Yang Tusi's battle flag, and rushed to the next target.

"Brother, can we go home after this battle?" After a long time after the crazy ceremony, a weak voice sounded in the shadow somewhere at the foot of the mountain.

"It should be OK. I heard from Kong Songmashi that if you win this battle, Yang Tusi will be promoted to the King of Wanshan. He has become the King of Wanshan. How could he not go back and take a look?" Meng Dan, the tenth husband, known as the "Brother", opened his eyes and used a way that the tribesmen around him could understand and comfort him in a low voice.

The King of Ten Thousand Mountains was compiled casually. In fact, according to Kong Songmashi, it should be the political affairs of Pingzhang, Huguang, but Meng Dan did not think there was anything to do in serious matters. Liaoren belonged to the mountains, and the countless hills in his hometown were priceless treasures. As for the plains and cities, it was the place between the Han and Mongolians. Liaoren was not used to living there, nor did they know how to adapt.

"Kong Songshi's statement may not be accurate, and he must not listen to Feng Nan Xiaoluo." In the night sky, another old voice sounded faintly, and it was particularly depressed in people's ears.

When the rest of the Miao Miao heard this, they immediately retorted, "Ada, what are you talking about? Kong Song's twine is not ordinary twine. He can say what the Han people say, and even lifted the slide rod for Military Commander Zhang."

"That's right, he can walk around Zhang Junshi and hear more things than us."

"Not that, Military Secretary Zhang knows how to tell fortunes, and he can use the turtle shell to calculate the position of the enemy."

Xiaoluo, Ma Shi, and Prince are the rulers in the army, equivalent to the thousand households, hundreds of households and ten husbands in the government, while the military advisor, in the mother tongue of the "Zhu Miao" people, means the same as in Chinese.

It is said that a long time ago, there was a wise military advisor named Zhuge. He defeated the king of the mountains and did not bring destruction to the mountains, but brought wheat seeds and hoes to the mountain people. Therefore, in the eyes of the mountain people, the military advisor was second only to the great chieftain and the high priest, and every word and action had supreme authority.

Their current military advisor is Zhang Yu, who is said to be a peerless wise man. Not long ago, everyone's trick to trick tens of thousands of Red Turban Army into the woods and burn them alive was from this person's hands. Therefore, many new recruits felt that this person had obtained the true teachings of Zhuge Military Advisor and could do everything. Of course, what he said would definitely be fulfilled. (Note 1)

However, in the eyes of veteran Ada, the authority of his military advisor was greatly discounted. He stretched his waist and added angrily: "Military advisor, the Han people surnamed Zhang are worthy. Outside Wuchang City, when the great chieftain ordered all their tribes to be buried alive, he looked at him happier than anyone else. This kind of thing that even his ancestors do not recognize is the credit for what he said, and he is not as good as he can follow his words, and if he lets go, he forgets if he lets go." (Note 2)

Note 1: Zhang Yu, a great talented man at the end of the Yuan Dynasty, the leader of the Miao army, was known to him and hired him as a staff member. The military discipline of the Miao army was corrupt, and the disasters to the local area were "particularly red scarves". "Miao Man was so fierce that he could not control the daily life of killing and looting"; "Miao army was not disciplined, and he was plundering, and his past was completely gone." After the Yang Wan army rebellion of Jiaxing City, "two of three burnts in the city, and seven of seven of the people were killed." However, Zhang Dacai turned a blind eye to this, and he often wrote poems to praise Yang Wan's great martial arts. After Yang Wan's defeat, Zhang Yu retired and Zhu Yuanzhang summoned him out of the mountain. He thought Zhu Yuanzhang was a humble background and refused. When Zhu Yuanzhang saw his old age, he casually said: "You can be idle." Then he sent him back. After that, Zhang Yu called himself idle old man

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Note 2: The Miao army was not only Miao people, but the Yuan Dynasty officials called the Miao army the mountain people of all ethnic groups recruited. Among them, Yang Wanzhe's team had the strongest combat power and destructive power.
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