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In the wild horse tribe, the young warriors, on this winter day, have already stepped on the snow and began to practice.

Survive this winter, and next year they will have sharp weapons, and they will no longer have to worry about salt tea.

Then, they will have countless cattle and sheep, as well as countless slaves grazing for them.

The Mustang tribe would expand rapidly, from 3,000 to 5,000 to 10,000.

10,000 people will not be the end, they will eventually become a super tribe of 100,000 people.

A figure, one night, carrying a bag on his back, stepping on the snow, covering his whole body, slowly walked out of the wild horse tribe.

Outside the wild horse tribe, there is a wooden stake with two horses tied to it.

The two horses also had several bags of dried meat hanging on them.

The figure untied the rope and mounted one of the horses, leading the other in his hand.

"More than a thousand miles, I hope to be able to arrive."

On the prairie, it is most taboo to walk alone.

Not only is it easy to get lost, but it is also easy to starve to death on the way due to lack of food.

The figure is on the grassland, living for decades, and he doesn't need to worry about getting lost.

The most important thing is food and warm clothes.

It's cold to huddle in a tent, let alone in the wild.

Even if you are wrapped in two layers of sheepskin, you will still be shivering from the cold.

He is a member of the Wild Horse tribe, but two years ago, he also became Cheng Yuanzhi's person.

He received fifty catties of salt from Cheng Yuanzhi and fifty catties of tea.

He also got Cheng Yuanzhi's promise that he could live in Han in the future.

If it weren't for that, he would have left the Mustang tribe long ago.

In the past two years, the number of Mustang tribes has decreased from 5,000 to 3,000, and the 2,000 people who have not fallen, in addition to those who died, some of them have fled and gone to other tribes.

Even if they went to other tribes, they would be looked down upon and bullied, but they still went.

Because, the other tribes are now alive and well off than the wild horse tribes.

Even if they are bullied, they will be more comfortable than staying in the Mustang tribe.

Two horses, if it were in spring and summer, could run at least more than 300 miles a day on this grassland.

If it is the best war horse, it can do it for 500 miles.

But now the prairie is covered with snow. Horses can't run fast.

If you can travel 100 miles a day, it's already very good.

Moreover, in some places, the snow was too thick for war horses to pass, so they had to take a detour and deviate a little, that is, dozens or even hundreds of miles.

Although he had prepared in advance, there was already a shortage of food in winter.

The jerky hanging from the two horses was only enough for him to eat for half a month.

If you save a little, it won't take more than twenty days at most.

"Mustang Zaha, don't blame me, you are the one who stands in my way."

Ma Bo was a good horseman, but it was night, and he just rode his horse for a dozen miles before he stopped.

Hide under a leeward snow mound, then lie between two horses, wrapped in sheepskins, against the horses' belly.

He didn't make a fire.

All the way south, a few days later, Ma Bo caught up with the twenty Han people who came to the Wild Horse Tribe.

Twenty Han people, each of them riding horses, their robes, very warm.

However, in winter, even the people of the grassland are unbearable cold, and the Han people are even more unbearable.

Twenty Han people, walking no more than fifty miles a day, before the envoy to the grassland, when they were in the Han Dynasty, all of them had ruddy faces, even if they were guards, they looked heroic and upright.

But now, the faces of these people are as if they have been cut by a knife. Everyone's skin has become very rough.

Twenty Han Chinese, even though they brought plenty of food, even had three carriages.

But they did not travel more than fifty miles a day, and no matter how much food they prepared, it was far from enough for them to eat.

"Mao Caoyuan, there is not enough food."

Twenty Han Chinese gathered together and lit a fire in the middle.

"How many days is enough?" Mao Jue's hands were on fire.

All the way, he hid in the carriage, and although his face was dry, he was not cut a single cut.

Now out of the carriage, he also covered his face tightly.

"It's only enough for half a month."

"How long will it take for us to get to the next tribe?" Mao Jue said.

There are few people on the grassland.

It's winter again, and the wild horse tribe is even more distant.

Mao Jue is not familiar with the grassland within thousands of miles.

"If there is no deviation in the route, five hundred miles to the south, there should be a tribe."

"We only need 10 days for 500 miles a day, and the grain can support 15 days, which is enough." Mao Jue was not very worried.

He only walks fifty miles a day, which has a lot to do with him, and he takes a carriage, so naturally his speed can't be fast.

And there was snow everywhere, and the wheels of the carriage could easily get into potholes, and then it would take another half an hour to lift the wheels out.

"My lord, this is just that there is no deviation in the route, but now that there is a vast snowfall, we should be three hundred miles south now, and the route must have deviated."

This kind of weather, again on this prairie, all the way, all the same scenery, there is no sign at all.

Even the most seasoned shepherd is bound to deviate, and it is impossible to really walk in a straight line all the way.

"How much is the deviation?" Mao Jue said.

It was his first time in the grassland, and he was not used to it.

In this life, he didn't want to come back a second time.

It's true.

He is Mao Jue, and he is also a famous man of the Han Dynasty.

Even though he was honest and honest, he never suffered such hardships.

"I don't know yet."

"Maybe if you walk another five hundred miles, you won't be able to see that tribe."

If there is a little deviation, the more you go, the greater the deviation.

"My lord, it's time to speed up."

Walking fifty miles a day, they may not be able to see other tribes after ten days.

But if they can walk a hundred miles every day, the higher the probability that they will encounter other tribes.

Mao Jue didn't want to starve to death in this grassland, and he didn't want his corpse to be eaten by wild wolves.

"Pick up the pace tomorrow," he said. ”

However, the next day, Mao Jue was still riding in the carriage.

The speed of the team was faster, but at the end of the day, it was twenty miles longer than before.

But Mao Jue is the boss, and even if others have opinions about Mao Jue riding in the carriage, they don't dare to really express it.

Today's speed is indeed a little faster, if they mention it again, it will make Mao Jue feel that they have to make it difficult and deliberately make things difficult.

But these people did not realize that behind them, there was a man who followed them all the time.

After Ma Bo discovered this Han army, he did not bypass it immediately.

He wanted to know more information.

If he could get these twenty people to Cheng Yuanzhi, how much reward could he get?

His food is enough to eat for more than ten days, and even if he wastes two days on these Han people, he can accept it.