Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!-Chapter 1847 - 1332: Do It, Zu! Annihilate This Southward Tribe!

"The first snowfall in October came so early?... This vast northern dense forest truly is bitterly cold..."

The Kingdom's longship stayed outside the ruins of the Nurgan Metropolitan Authority for a full five days, welcoming the first snow of the Outer Northeast. Zuwaro lingered in the camp of the Maha tribe, eventually consuming tiger-whip and gritting his teeth to learn several lessons in a foreign language. He sadly realized his strength was inferior to the women of the Fish-Skin Tribe, to the point of completely losing initiative...

"Oh Chief Divine! To establish close connections with the local Fish-Skin Tribe, I am willing to devote myself to you!..."

"Haha! Zuwaro! My sister likes you, so does my niece! But, they are strong hunters of the tribe, they cannot follow you! You can leave a few names, if someone truly bears your child, they can be put to use..."

Maha Agudah, smiling, patted Zuwaro's shoulder, obviously more intimate. Meanwhile, Zuwaro looked at him expressionlessly, suppressing the impulse to beat him up. Of course, the main consideration was that he couldn't win...

"Zuwaro, have you thought it through? Not planning to head south?..."

"...It's too late this year, the snow has started to fall. Our longship must head back to the northern harbor..."

Zuwaro was silent for a while, gently sighed. Although, the Ming Dynasty in the south seemed almost within reach, after long deliberation, he still chose to return.

In this, the arrival of winter and the upcoming severe climate was indeed a consideration. However, the barbarism and brutality of the various tribes in this vast wooded swamp, and the unknown attitude of the "Various Tribes of the Great Ming," were the true reasons he chose to stop. After all, compared to the predictable and controllable natural climate, the more dangerous are the unpredictable and incessant human killings!

Yes, this vast expanse of White Mountain Black Water is indeed the darkest, most barbaric, and violent place within the entire East Asia range. Driven by the cold, tribal migrations and impacts, not only forced the Great Ming to leave but also disrupted the last order among tribes. Chaos and killing are the main theme of the land before him, and will continue with the cooling climate, even becoming more cruel!...

"Haha! Zuwaro, you refraining from heading south to die, makes me somewhat regretful!... In the past two days, you also heard from local tribe slaves, there was a rumor in the south, a brutal southern great tribe swept through many southbound tribes... I suspect, that might be the 'Ming Dynasty' you talked about!..."

"Regrettable, truly regrettable! It seems my sister and niece can't inherit your tribal property... you must bring us some liquor, so I can drink two jars at night! This stuff allows one to sleep well!..."

"Hmm... I'll have someone bring you some liquor! Thank you for your advice, Agudah!..."

Zuwaro nodded, somewhat distracted. During the days spent in the camp, he patiently communicated with the local tribe slaves locked in wooden cages. Then, he finally heard a vague southern rumor from the pile of chaotic and contradicting responses.

"Decades ago, a powerful and brutal great tribe from the south killed many southbound small tribes... They brutally killed for many years, even forcing some migrating tribes to flee back north... And this great tribe had many solid weapons and armor, many bright flags, the most striking and terrifying was the yellow base with a red sun!..."

"Oh Chief Divine! Solid weapons and armor, bright flags, yellow base with a red sun flag? Could it be, this brutal southern great tribe is the Ming Dynasty from Your Majesty's prophecy?..." 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Zuwaro was quite doubtful, unable to find anyone to truly answer him. He did not know, only a few decades had passed since the Chenghua Plowing Court against the southward migration of the Shushu Jurchen, especially the tribes of Jianzhou Jurchen. And the attitude of the Ming Army in this "Plowing Court and Clearing Nest" was indeed ruthless sweeping and cleansing, "Mobilizing the grand army, attacking their nests, eradicating their species, to appease the anger of the Heavenly Divine, to vent the fury of the Spirit."

During this "Plowing Court and Clearing Nest," the Great Ming's control over the Jianzhou Jurchen truly was established, akin to taming wolves into dogs. And the performance of the Liaodong Ming Army in this war could be described as "extermination of tribes, sweeping clean villages," both powerful and fierce, leaving a terrifying mark ingrained in bone marrow for the southward-migrating Jurchen tribes!

Indeed, the Liaodong Border Army of the Ming Dynasty never had anything to do with "benevolence." Besides their daily preparation against invasion, venturing outside the Great Wall for skirmishes with Mongolian Tribes, it was to demand tribute from various Jurchen tribes. They would even occasionally sweep through Jurchen villages, beheading and taking heads as military feats, then bringing them back for awards and rewards. As for the "Murder of the Innocent for False Merit" among the Barbarian subordinated through appeasement, it has practically become an unwritten rule for the Liaodong Border Army.

After all, not to mention under the garrison flag, the nominal "Five Dou per Month" agricultural slave garrison soldiers. Even the recruited camp soldiers, nominally "One stone per Month," the actual amount they could truly receive was only "Six Dou." Just as recorded in the "True Record of Xiaozong of Ming" military report of the Eighth Year of Hongzhi Era (1495), "Currently, troops stationed outside only receive a monthly grain allowance of Six Dou. Although the remaining four Dou are nominally compensated with notes, it remains in name only."

During the Hongzhi Era, the "One stones per Month" allowance, if converted into silver, would at most amount to four or five cents a month, at most five or six taels a year. And deducting the court's notes, deducting various levels of pocketing, the actual monthly grain falling into the hands of camp soldiers was likely only two or three cents a month, three taels a year!