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Chapter 935: Chapter 391 Head South!

Head South!_3 Chapter 935: Chapter 391 Head South!

Head South!_3 But now, this migration had just barely begun when it was hit by consecutive severe blows.

The winter this year, for some reason, not only arrived half a month earlier than usual, but the weather also turned colder.

It was only early winter, yet it felt as bitterly cold as deep winter.

Even the fearsome heavy snowstorms began to appear as frequently as normal snowfall on the grasslands.

The tribes migrating south under Mou Yan’s command had already lost dozens during their journey, swallowed by the heavy snowstorms.

The dead numbered three to five hundred thousand already.

At this rate, by the time all the remaining tribesmen migrate here, it’s hard to say whether there will even be a million people left.

The thought that his once nearly five-million-strong great tribe had dwindled to a mere two million in scale due to war and blizzards caused Mou Yan a pang of pain.

This was all his wealth, the source of his power.

And now it was being cut down on the grasslands like grass, cheap as dirt.

What chilled Mou Yan’s heart even further was that the Uke Grassland, where the heavy snowstorms had appeared, was only four to five thousand miles from the grassland where he was now.

Heavy snowstorms had already emerged over there.

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What this meant, no one understood more clearly than he did.

Because several years ago, before the climate began to change, even on the grasslands of the north, heavy snowstorms would only occasionally appear in the farthest north.

It was a full hundred thousand miles from here.

But now, with the changes in the climate of Heaven and Earth, the heavy snowstorms that would appear a hundred thousand miles to the north had come to within just four to five thousand miles.

If things continued to develop this way, it may not be a year or two before the grasslands here would also be engulfed by the heavy snowstorms.

And the habitat that his Gray Wolf tribe had fought so hard for and finally seized would turn to ice and snow again.

“No wonder the Tie Li Tribe gave up the Wulan Prairie so readily after losing a million people; they must have known that this place couldn’t be held for long.”

Mou Yan thought of the terrifying scene of his own tribe being devoured by the heavy snowstorms and clenched his teeth, “Great Shaman, we cannot linger here either, the heavy snowstorms are pressing closer.

Our Gray Wolf tribe will rest here for one winter, waiting for the rest of the tribes to arrive.

Then by early summer next year, when the grass is lush, and the horses are fattened, I will lead half a million cavalry to follow the Tie Li Tribe southward.

Didn’t they retreat to the south?

South of the prairie, lies the Nine Provinces, the Land of Yan State.

I’ve heard that the people who specialize in cultivation in those lands live in immense wealth, producing more grain than they can eat, and amassing gold and treasures that can pile into mountains.

The Tie Li Tribe has already occupied a large expanse of that land, enslaving over a million people.

All this wealth, I, the Gray Wolf tribe, must also seize, and that warm land must have a part for me, Mou Yan.”

Talking about the south, a hint of ardor appeared in Mou Yan’s eyes.

Although he grew up on the grasslands, he had often heard the visiting tribes’ businessmen talk of that distant southern land called the Nine Provinces.

In the descriptions of those businessmen, the Nine Provinces were a paradise of endless food and inexhaustible gold and silver, the most prosperous place in the world.

Every time he heard these legends, his heart burned fiercely.

It was just unfortunate that at that time, his tribe was tens of thousands of miles from the south, separated by one great prairie tribe after another.

He wanted to lead his tribe south to plunder and conquer, but that meant defeating these great prairie tribes first.

That was far too difficult, simply impossible.

So eventually, he could only dream about it.

But now was different.

After the deaths and injuries of millions, he led countless warriors to the edge of the southern prairies, just a few thousand miles away from the even further south Yan State.

Next spring, at the start of summer, he needed only to ride strong horses south for a month, and he would enter that legendary land of prosperity.

Then, with the swords and knives in hand, he would be able to plunder the inexhaustible grain and unlimited gold and silver.

“Great Khan, rest assured, I will lead a host of shamans to pray before the Gray Wolf on behalf of the tribe,” replied the Great Shaman solemnly when he heard Mou Yan’s words.

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Wei Country, Yecheng.

Compared to the grasslands in the north ravaged by the heavy snowstorms, Yecheng, which lay to the north of the Nine Provinces, in the land of Yan State, was equally cold and covered with ice and snow, yet the climate was indeed milder by more than one level.

At least, no heavy snowstorms had ever been heard of here; at most, there were reports of houses collapsing and killing dozens to a hundred people.

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For the Wei Country, rich with eleven prefectures and a population of thirty million, that was hardly worth mentioning.

Compared to the snow disaster, it was the barbarian disaster formed by the migrating tribes from the northern prairies that gave the people of Wei more of a headache.

Fortunately, as the current hegemon, Wei Country’s martial arts were strong, with two million armored soldiers; even though those barbarians from the grasslands were extremely fierce, they could not stir up any trouble under the blades of Great Wei.

Over several years, wave after wave of herders moved south, only to die by the millions at the border cities of Great Wei, never crossing the border by a single step.

Within Great Wei, all was as stable as Mount Tai.

“Your Majesty, news from Jiu Yuan City in the northern border reports that the Tie Li, Gao Xiang, Murong, and other tribes have suffered a setback in their southward movement once again.

The Grand General of the North has killed seven hundred thousand enemies and lost one hundred fifty thousand of his own; it’s a great victory in the north!”

Inside the palace, a subject came striding with a victorious report.

“Good, Feng Chang is truly a pillar of our great Wei of the north; under his command, tens of millions of barbarians have not taken a step across the border, and I have been at ease,” exclaimed the Heavenly Son of Great Wei, Yue Yukong, with a big laugh, his mood uplifted.

After relishing the good news, he turned his head, looked down at the seated officials, and spoke, “Gentlemen, now that the northern threats have been resolved and the prairie barbarians have been so severely hit, they temporarily lack the strength to move south.

Regarding the proposal brought by the envoy from Chu to strike Zhou Country together from the north and south, what are your thoughts?”

Yue Yukong gazed at his officials below, his eyes sparkling with excitement.