The Eastern Army had the support of tens of thousands of warriors from the outer northeast, and the originally overstretched troops were suddenly abundant. Qiang Quansheng reorganized tens of thousands of tribal aborigines, and did not organize them separately, but strengthened them into three Outer Northeast Indigenous Cavalry Brigade and six Outer Northeast Indigenous Militia Brigade.

At present, the alien races who belong to the Far East Company are probably the most loyal to the natives of the Outer Northeast, who live in the mountains of the Outer Northeast all the year round, climb ice and snow in order to survive, and endure the exploitation of various large tribes, and live an extremely difficult life.

But since they attached to the Far East, life has undergone earth-shaking changes, the natives of the Outer Northeast, who have been isolated in the mountains all the year round, although fierce and aggressive, but also very simple, whenever they hear the mobilization order of the Far East, not only the militia, the young and strong quickly assembled, even the dozens of years old and half-grown children, and even the girls will carry bows and arrows, ride war horses and pour out of the nest, and follow behind the army.

Moreover, they all brought their own dry rations, and the Far Eastern Army could not drive them away. They regarded the Far East as a tribe, and in their opinion, according to the customs of the Outer Northeast for thousands of years, the tribes went out to fight, and they also participated, because they were also part of the tribe.

The commander of the Eastern Army had no choice but to integrate the young and strong into the militia brigade, and the elderly, women, and half-grown children were also incorporated into the logistics detachment, and they also enjoyed the right to distribute the spoils of war after the war.

In this way, the Eastern Army, which originally had less than 30,000 men, quickly swelled to more than 100,000 and evolved into a people's war. This group of indigenous soldiers in the Outer Northeast is extremely strong, and they live in the extremely harsh climate of the Outer Northeast all the year round, with a strong will, brave and good at fighting, and they don't want to die at all when they fight.

They are different from the herders of the Mongolian steppe, if the herders on the steppe are herds of wild wolves. Then they are fierce tigers. Coupled with the Far East's strong logistical support capabilities and the Military Commission's strong battlefield organization capabilities, the combat effectiveness of this group of fierce and brave natives from the Outer Northeast has also increased exponentially.

More than 100,000 people in the Far East are assembled in Thorn Luwei, and they will inevitably not be able to hide from the three divisions of Zarat, Dulbert, and Golros. And at this time, the leaders of the three tribes were killed one after another, and all three tribes judged the intentions of the Far Northeast. Because there was no complex shape of the Horqin tribe inside, the three tribes quickly elected the latest leader, and the tribe was stabilized in the shortest possible time. The three newly elected leaders will also be allied on the west bank of the Nen River. Jointly counter the northward threat from the Far East.

Fifteen-year-old Hickten rode his horse and galloped north with the caravan. He was a native of a large tribe of the Huerha tribe, and was sent by the leader of the tribe to support the Far Eastern tribe in their wars.

My father injured his leg when he went into the mountains to hunt, and he had to replace his father as the only man in the family. The leader of the tribe had promised that he would be rewarded by the Far Eastern tribes after the battle. Hickten knew that these rewards were important to his family, and his father still lay in the birch bark shed, and the whole family depended on him for food for the winter.

He looked enviously at the few Far Eastern warriors next to him, each of whom had two horses. He was still wearing iron armor, a beautiful green iron helmet on his head, and a lot of bits and pieces on his body, all of which he had never seen before.

Hickten liked the long leather boots on their feet the most, and if only he had one. Thinking of this, he looked down at the tattered boots on his feet, and subconsciously shrunk his exposed toes in.

Suddenly, thick puffs of black smoke rose from the air in front of him. Hikten looked curiously ahead, only to see a wide river in the distance. It was full of large ships that were many times larger than their family's birch boats.

The horses finally reached the shore, where the big boats almost covered the river, and there were four pontoon bridges connected by big boats all the way to the opposite side of the riverbank. Several huge fenced camps appeared in front of Hikten's eyes, rows of tents neatly arranged, and improvised warehouses filled with all kinds of supplies.

Hikten, who had never even come out of the mountains a few times, was immediately attracted by the spectacular sight in front of him. Unconsciously fell behind, looking at the qiē in front of him with great interest.

"Smack".

Hickten's head was whipped with a whip, followed by a chorus of cursing: "Who left you behind?" Do you want to find death? ”

Hikten, who was dizzy, hurriedly straightened his crooked fur hat. He turned back in horror and saw a warrior from the Far East leading the team. He was looking at him with anger on his face. Before he came, the tribesmen told him that the people in the Far East were very domineering, and they must not provoke them.

The indigenous militia on the opposite side was stunned when he saw Hikten's immature little face. It was a half-grown child, apparently frightened by him. This kid may not be as big as his own kid.

"Hurry back, dare to run out of the queue again, I'll whip you to death......"

Hickten listened to the other party's words as if he was amnestied, and hurriedly urged the horses to run back, until he returned to the queue and let out a long breath, the people in the Far East are really fierce, really be careful in the future, don't do today's stupid things.

They were taken to camp in a flat meadow, and the natives of the various tribes were so poor that they didn't even bring much rations, let alone tents. They dismounted and lay on the ground.

It was early spring, and the wind on the prairie was still a little cool, so Hickton tightened his shabby leather robe. His stomach began to bark again, he touched the leather bag around his waist, which contained dried fish and other rations saved by the family, and he was not willing to eat this way, he did not know when the reward from the Far East would be issued, so he was ready to last another day.

At this moment, the warrior of the Far Eastern Tribe, who had drawn him, rode up to them and shouted, "Leave a few men to watch the horses, and the rest will follow me to collect the supplies." ”

Hikten hurriedly got up from the ground, handed the horse to the men who stayed behind, and followed the big man to the edge of the barracks, where a large number of tribesmen were gathered. Inside the fence was a hill of supplies, and waves of natives were waiting there excitedly, looking at the piles of materials in the fence with red eyes.

After a while, it was Hickten's turn, and everyone excitedly carried the large bags outside to the wagons outside and transported them to their makeshift camp. Several Far Eastern indigenous militiamen led the team to tear open the big bags and take out cloth bags one by one to distribute to each tribe native.

"This is fried noodles from the Far East, each bag can provide everyone with three days' rations, just grab it and eat it, don't eat too much at a time, we don't care if you swell to death at night."

Hikten received the cloth bag, and like the others, he eagerly untied the cloth bag, tore open the inner layer of brown paper, grabbed a handful of fried noodles and stuffed it into his mouth. He had been hungry for two days, the family had run out of food, and he had only enough to eat for two days.

He closed his eyes and slowly chewed the fried noodles in his mouth, the taste was so fragrant, he only ate a few bites, and then put the bag away, such a delicious thing, he wanted to take it home and give it to his father and mother and a few younger siblings to eat.

After putting away the fried noodles, he took out a piece of dried salted fish from his waist and chewed it vigorously...... (To be continued......)

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