The Tubo people who came first and later looked up at the starry sky. In fact, there were very few stars. On the 15th day of the first lunar month, the moon was round and bright, suppressing the light of the stars.
The Tubo people who came later were not used to it yet. They had mixed feelings.
If it was before this year, their own tribes would have endured the heavy snowfall. Or, they would have fought to see who had suffered more losses.
When fighting, it was easy for both sides to suffer losses and a third party would take the opportunity to sneak attack.
Even if they fought, there had to be other tribes to choose from.
So many tribes in front of them had all run away. When they reached the place where the Military forces of the Tang Dynasty were stationed, a large area was empty.
Either their tribes suffered from the cold and hunger, and many livestock and people died.
Or they followed the rules of survival and found the strong to protect them.
The Tang Dynasty would not annex their tribes. If they went there, they would still be in charge of the entire tribe and live on their own.
When they came over, the Military forces of the Tang Dynasty also helped to transport them. With support, they did not freeze to death.
However, their status did not change, and they still had power. When summer came, should they leave?
When the weather warmed up, the tribes could live on their own. They did not need to listen to the orders and arrangements of the Tang Dynasty.
Many of the leaders who came later had this idea. When the snow melted in winter, they could regain their freedom.
Otherwise, if they went to other tribes for help in the past, they would be easily destroyed, or the other party would take the opportunity to destroy them.
The two tribes lived a certain distance apart. The tribe that asked for help had to send the women of the tribe to sleep with them, including the leader's own women.
Because the women had to be beautiful, the women they chose were naturally beautiful.
Also, the strong young men in the tribe had to be sent to sleep with them because they were strong.
It was not a matter of whether they were at a disadvantage or not. The strong were respected.
"Birala, when will your people leave?"
The fireworks had just finished, and everyone was eating dumplings cooked in the pressure cooker.
A leader called A 'Ji Zhandui who came later spoke to the leader who came earlier. He wanted to know other people's plans.
"Leave? Where to? I am now from the Tang Dynasty. Doctor Li has already made arrangements. Once the snow melts, we will have things to do. "
Bilala was flabbergasted. He was a native of the Great Tang, and his entire tribe was a native of the Great Tang.
"Who is Doctor Li?" A 'Ji Zhandui thought for a while.
"Li Dongzhu of the Baishui Corps." Birala lowered his voice and looked around, as if mentioning this title had offended someone.
A 'Ji Zhandui also glanced to the side. Li Yi's fame had spread.
They all knew that there was a logistics unit called the Ba Shui Regiment, and the person in charge of the unit was called Li Dongzhu.
The killing weapons and the endless supply of Baggage were all arranged by Li Dongzhu.
Including the fireworks, dumplings, and the pressure cooker used to cook dumplings.
It was said that whoever Li Dongzhu wanted to kill, that person would be guaranteed to die, unable to escape.
In fact, if he knew about it, it would depend on whether he wanted to kill him or not.
A 'Ji Zhandui felt a chill at the back of his neck, and the hairs on his body stood on end.
Not to mention the current Tubo people, would the materialists of Li Yi's time be afraid of going to the graveyard at night?
Ask the crematorium and graveyard collectors if they believe it.
Of course, many people of Li Yi's time would not be so afraid if they did not do anything wrong at night in the martyrs' cemetery.
A 'Ji Zhandui had no reason not to be afraid. He hesitated and asked, "If the weather is warm and I leave with my people, Li … that person, will he kill me?"
"How can I guarantee that? I'm thinking, if you eat and use other people's things, why don't you work to pay for it?
Now, I'm building a small city behind the Tang dynasty. When the time comes, I'll go out to graze. I'll be at the edge of the city and enter the city at night.
If you leave, I won't ask you to enter the defense line. In the summer, there will be an illness, and a tribe will be gone. Typhoid and malaria. "
Birala helped to analyze, and that was what he thought.
If they were alive, they would not know when they would be gone. War, disease, and disaster.
If they followed the Tang dynasty, they would at least have good weapons during the war.
If they were sick, there would be special medicine for malaria and typhoid.
Disaster was basically a snow disaster. In the summer, there would be a sudden heavy snow, and they would not be able to survive.
The Tang dynasty had logistics. If they lacked grass, they would provide grass, and if they lacked food, they would replenish their food.
"Time to eat, time to eat …" Someone called out.
Birala turned around and went back. A 'Ji Zhan followed behind with a belly full of worries.
They were the leaders and were allowed to eat with the generals of the Tang dynasty.
No, it was not allowed. In all the cities, the leaders had to eat with the highest general in the city.
The two of them had the highest rank, Guo Zhiyun and the others.
They sat in the hall with the other leaders.
They were given ten cooked dumplings at a time. They were small dumplings, one for every two bites.
One bite was not enough. If they could not taste the filling, they hoped to take a bite first and then dip it in the triple oil.
On the small table in front of him were Laba garlic, cucumber skin, dried cowpeas, and soy pickles, fermented bean curd, chives, Sichuan pickles, and garlic eggplant.
A 'Ji Zhan picked up a dumpling and took a small bite to taste it. He dipped it in the triple oil and took another small bite.
The chives, wild bird eggs, and sea shrimps were stuffed. It was delicious. There were shrimps from the sea. In winter, greenhouses were planted in the city to produce vegetables.
In front of him, there was also twice-cooked pork stir-fried with lamb ribs. There were also green garlic inside.
There were only these pickles, a plate of vegetables, and dumplings. Zan Pu could not eat them, right? No, Princess Jincheng was with Zan Pu.
His clansmen should be eating dumplings. No matter what the filling was, would they still be willing to leave with him if they ate Tang dynasty noodles on a cold day?
A 'Ji Zhan thought that if he stayed with the people of the Tang dynasty, his life would be guaranteed.
He did not need to throw the old people outside when there was a disaster, and he did not need to worry about the children freezing to death. There was fodder for the livestock.
If he left, the Tang dynasty had said that they would return the weapons that were temporarily in custody.
But they were not allowed to come back next year. Thinking about it, the soldiers had a say.
If he did not leave, he would become a citizen of the Tang dynasty. He would give some weapons to deal with wild beasts and a pot. He would melt the weapons and make a pot.
There were pressure cookers, pottery, and some thermos bottles.
The thermos bottles were useful. He boiled soup in the pressure cooker and poured it into the thermos bottle. He could drink it hot at any time.
Boiling water was also fine. It would be good to mix it with butter to eat Tam Ba.
He would give his woman some vanishing cream. It was fragrant and beautiful, and her skin was tender.
Thinking too much, A 'Ji Zhan Dui was at a loss. His chopsticks stopped moving.
Sitting next to him, Bilala was eating happily. He ate five San Xian dumplings, and there were venison and green onions.
After drinking a mouthful of dumpling soup, Bilala's expression relaxed and he felt comfortable.
The dumplings were cooked with mutton bone soup with some mutton fat floating in it. It tasted delicious.
He enjoyed it for a while and turned to see A 'Ji Zhan Dui in a daze. He shook his head and whispered, "A' Ji Zhan Dui, stay. We can't beat Li Dongzhu. We eat different things. We don't have morale and good weapons."
Bilala persuaded him. He was selfish. He did not want to fight. If all the clansmen wanted to leave, they would be enemies.
If a war broke out, his clansmen would not be able to fight.
Moreover, the Tang dynasty had planned the place well. Who should plant what and raise what? Only with more people could they take care of each place well.
If they all left, they would be short of manpower.
Jiedushi Guo had said that the clansmen of the Tang dynasty were not allowed to fight with each other in the future.
If there was a conflict, they would find the officials of the Tang dynasty to mediate. There would be fewer people who would be killed.
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