The border line of Daliang's northern border is very long, starting from Lingzhou in the west and going to Dengzhou, Huazhou and Yunzhou in the east, stretching for more than two thousand miles.

The vast area of ​​thousands of miles between the northern border and the fury sea in the far north is what the world calls the wilderness.

The borders are all bitter and cold land. This is the reason why the Central Plains Dynasty demarcated the northern territory. It makes no sense to continue to extend into the wilderness. After occupying it, it will cost a lot to relocate the people to colonize it.

But no matter the former Wei Dynasty or today's Daliang, even if they look down on the barren wasteland, they are not defenseless.

For example, the Longgong Camp at the northern end of Lingzhou not only had to guard against the Western Wu cavalry and guard the flanks that assisted in the defense of Hucheng, but also had the responsibility of guarding the northern border.

After several restructuring and adjustments, the military strength of Daliang is now 16 battalions, 73 guards, and nearly one million regular soldiers. There are several special structures among them. The first is the Kyoto garrison division, which is not called a large battalion. In terms of equipment and military pay, it is almost the same.

The Forbidden Army is the same, but the selection of soldiers is not as strict as the Forbidden Army. The latter generally only recruits the descendants of nobles or generals.

Then there is the Xuanhua Camp set up by the Commander-in-Chief in Huazhou, which consists of four infantry troops with a total of more than 50,000 people. On the surface, there is nothing special about it. However, regardless of the quality of the soldiers or the treatment in all aspects, there is no need to say

Compared with the Jingying border army, even the Tonggu Camp located among the mountains of Yuzhou is far superior to the Xuanhua Camp.

Not only that, these more than 50,000 soldiers are responsible for border defense across three states and more than 1,600 miles from east to west.

Even the head coach Shu Yi once laughed at himself in private, saying that Xuanhua Daying is the stepmother.

The reason why Xifu wants to set up a separate camp in the north is mainly because there are no human beings in the wasteland. In this place with extremely harsh living environment, there live a group of people called barbarians by the Central Plains Dynasty. Their origins are unknown.

Yes, it appeared on the edge of the wasteland hundreds of years ago.

It is said that the ancestors of the barbarians were the remnants of the exiles in ancient times and were forced to survive in the freezing wilderness.

Daliang established more than a hundred military stations on the border to prevent these barbarians from crossing the border and harassing the people.

It's just that because of the special situation of the barbarians, the Xuanhua Camp has not been taken seriously, resulting in today's embarrassing situation where it cannot be abandoned but there is no need to invest too much.

The barbarians are very strong, but their total number is small, and they are divided into dozens of tribes, large and small, so they cannot form a strong force. Although they yearn for the warm land in the south, they also know that the Central Plains dynasty is powerful, even on the border

Those military stations that are not considered strong dare not spy on them, let alone enter Daliang territory directly.

However, this situation began to change at the beginning of this year.

At that time, the rebellion case of the fourth prince of Daliang had just been settled, and before the turmoil had completely subsided, a war broke out in the distant wasteland.

Compared with the three kingdoms in the world, where hundreds of thousands of armies collide at every turn, the war between the barbarian tribes is like a battle between villagers. A fight of hundreds of people is the limit that the two tribes can bear.

Spring passes and autumn comes, the situation changes, and finally a hero is born.

When the time came to mid-November, except for some more remote tribes, most of the barbarians in the wilderness were grouped into one group, and their leader was named Liejiaomi.

This is a giant man with a height of nearly nine feet. When he walks, he looks like a moving hill. He is tall and has natural supernatural power. He can kill ferocious beasts in the wasteland with his bare hands, and more than ten barbarians can't get close to him.

Under the leadership of Liejiaomi, this tribe called Jiankun began to rise and grew step by step. Now it has more than 3,000 warriors and more than 7,000 other tribesmen.

Xiata Mountain is located in the eastern part of the wilderness. It means "Dragon God" in the mouths of the Jiankun tribe barbarians. This is where their belief lies.

The mountain is more than two hundred feet high, and there is an altar on the top.

Snow is still falling, the wilderness is already covered in silver, and a biting chill is in the air.

A tall and burly barbarian, covered with a thick tiger-skin coat, walked through the snow towards the top of Xiata Mountain. His steps were firm and strong, making a creaking sound along the way.

Arriving near the altar, dozens of people were already waiting respectfully. Most of them were the leaders of the original tribes, but now they are all vassals of this strong man.

He is the hunter who roams the wilderness.

After a grand and majestic ceremony to worship the heaven, the leaders all knelt down on one knee to Liejiaomi to express their surrender.

Outside the altar, a thin figure watched this scene quietly.

After ordering everyone to retreat, Liejiaomi came to the edge of the mountain top, looked at the boundless vast land, and said to the thin figure who appeared next to him: "I did not let my father down."

The voice is rough and powerful, and judging from the very standard pronunciation, the barbarians did not originate from this bitter cold land, but are closely related to the Central Plains ethnic groups in the south. However, due to the excessive pressure to survive, they have already lost most of their inheritance and can only

Live like a savage.

The thin figure was a middle-aged man in his forties. Even though he was wrapped very tightly, he still felt the coldness constantly creeping into his bones.

He stood side by side with Liejiaomi, nodded and said, "The old patriarch will be proud of you."

Liejiao Mi's sharp eyes like a goshawk fell at the foot of the mountain, looking at the already small-scale tribe, and said resolutely: "This is not enough, my people cannot live like this. As long as a black disaster comes, there will be many

People die.”

The middle-aged man sighed: "It has been like this for thousands of years. Although you have become the leader of the wasteland, we can still only live here."

Lie Jiaomi shook his head and said: "We need food, salt, iron tools, and a warm place."

He looked far south.

The middle-aged man said slowly: "We can exchange with the people in the south and use what we have in exchange for what we need."

Liejiaomi suddenly grinned, revealing teeth as white as snow but revealing ferociousness, and said in a cold voice: "They treat us as savages and will not agree to the exchange. Treat those people like ferocious beasts in the wilderness.

Just the same, they will only obey if the earth is filled with blood."

The middle-aged man hesitated and said: "The people in the south are very cunning, and they have endless warriors."

Liejiaomi was able to accomplish the feat of dominating the wasteland, of course, not only relying on this burly body. In fact, in the past year, he changed his past obsession with pure fighting, using various means of differentiation and coercion to gradually cannibalize other tribes.

He said confidently: "It won't be long before the man from the south will come looking for me."

The middle-aged man was his most trusted tribesman. Hearing this, he said slightly worriedly: "That person doesn't mean well."

Liejiaomi sneered: "No matter what he wants to do, I just want to make the people live a better life. Without his help, I can't fulfill my father's wish. I know he wants to use me, but you shouldn't forget one thing."

Logically speaking, in this wilderness, no matter how cunning the ferocious beast is, it is no match for the hunter."

The middle-aged man was silent for a long time. He knew what Liejiaomi meant by the help. If it hadn't been for the southerner who went deep into the wilderness at the beginning of this year, the Jiankun tribe would not have conjured a batch of weapons out of thin air, and Liejiaomi would not have been able to learn those advanced skills.

means.

Although the southerner has only been here three times, he has brought great benefits to Liejiaomi every time.

He said cautiously: "Always be careful."

Liejiaomi nodded slightly and said: "I will not be arrogant and think that the Jiankun tribe can defeat the Liang Kingdom in the south, although each of my warriors can easily kill the beast. I just need the southerner to provide some information, so

That’s enough for us to get what we want.”

The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief. As the smartest person in the Jiankun tribe, although he had never been to Liang Kingdom, he knew that it was an extremely powerful existence. In his opinion, Liejiaomi had accomplished the greatest achievement in the wasteland.

Any more delusions will only kill everyone in the tribe.

"When are you going to take action?" he asked curiously.

Lie Jiaomi stretched out a broad palm, turned the palm upward, and said slowly: "Wait until the last snow falls."

Snowflakes are flying in droves, and the biting wind is blowing from the far north, rushing towards the south with a cold chill.
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