Chapter 490
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Chapter 490: Tribal Chiefs
While Luo Ji diligently continued his grain-seizing endeavors and became wealthy, the grain transport mission, now handled by Guo Jia, the Chief of General Staff for the military, proceeded in an orderly fashion.
The previous few rounds of grain transport by the cavalry had, with horses galloping, carved out a supply route across the seemingly endless snowfield, saving much effort for subsequent cavalry teams.
Thousands of cavalrymen galloped across the snowfield.
The show had to be complete.
As per Guo Jia’s orders, even though their horsebacks carried no actual grain, the cavalry team still had to proceed systematically with each transport run.
Occasionally, they would even rest overnight in a city to prevent the grasslanders, hidden in the shadows, from sensing anything amiss.
Meanwhile, on the other side, after changing their route, the grain transport team, carrying the real provisions, was naturally busy without a moment’s rest.
Thousands of bags of grain were continuously being moved into the granaries of the three cities.
As long as the granaries of these three grassland cities were filled, with the grain inside, the people of the three cities could at least sustain themselves for over a month.
By then, with food within the city, they could simply close the city gates!
What could those grassland cavalrymen do to them if they were kept outside the city walls?
The cavalry and transport teams would also no longer need to rush back and forth and could finally get some rest.
Another grain transport run.
Myriad World Civilization’s thousand-strong cavalry once again visibly passed through.
As bait to attract the grasslander’s attention, they were undoubtedly successful.
Luo Cheng and Liu Kai didn’t need to do anything extra.
They simply needed to lead their respective cavalry forces and gallop as usual.
The exaggerated commotion made it impossible for them to go unnoticed.
And in fact, their goal was achieved.
Watching the cavalry team gallop by, a few grasslanders, shivering in the snow, quietly retreated.
Then they mounted the horses hidden behind the snowdrifts and quickly rushed back to their camp, reporting everything they had seen to the chiefs of the five major tribes inside the tent.
After listening, the chiefs of the other four large tribes in the tent all frowned.
Only Bileg, who was mentally prepared, maintained his composed demeanor, slowly taking a sip of the mare’s milk wine in his hand.
The current situation was clear.
Bileg had suddenly sought them out to unite, informing them that the Central Plains people were powerful, and it would be difficult for one or two tribes alone to contend with them.
However, these chiefs of large tribes, accustomed to being local overlords deep in the grasslands, naturally felt some disdain at first.
How could a group of weak Central Plains people contend with their grassland warriors?
If it were a joke, it would be quite funny.
But looking at Bileg, he didn’t seem to be joking.
These several large tribal chiefs had been plundering grasslands and fighting among themselves deep in the grasslands for many years.
The person who understands you best is often your enemy.
The other major tribal chiefs clearly understood Bileg’s character very well.
For a time, they didn’t dare to be careless.
Finally, each tribe simply sent out a scout to investigate the supposed grain transport route Bileg mentioned.
Now, hearing the scouts’ reports, each of them felt a little heavy-hearted.
A cavalry team of a thousand strong was indeed difficult to deal with.
Before the blizzard, when their various tribes were strong with many men and horses, this would naturally not have been a problem.
But now that the blizzard had swept through, their major tribes had suffered considerable losses.
Many cattle, sheep, and horses had already died.
If they were to fight another battle against that thousand-strong cavalry team, even if they won, they would pay a heavy price.
This made the chiefs of the major tribes hesitate.
Now, it seemed that Bileg’s earlier proposal to unite was indeed the most reliable method.
After pondering for a while, their eyes collectively fell upon Bileg.
“Speak directly, Bileg, how do you want us to unite?” The speaker was a middle-aged man with a full beard, who appeared a few years younger than Bileg. He was Abucha, the chief of the Sunite tribe.
To this, Bileg didn’t keep them in suspense, directly gesturing with his hand.
“My idea is simple: our five major tribes will each send a thousand men to form a joint army and directly attack the Central Plains people’s grain transport team with an absolute numerical advantage.”
“We will wipe out those thousand men in one go, rendering the Central Plains people powerless. By then, without enough men, won’t the grasslands be ours to command?”
After speaking, as if remembering something else, Bileg slowly added.
“Oh, and as for the plundered grain, everyone will share it equally.”
Bileg’s words caused the chiefs of the other four major tribes in the tent to fall into a brief silence.
Each of them seemed to be pondering something.
Faced with such a situation, a subtle glint flashed in Bileg’s simple eyes.
Just then, a slightly younger voice broke the silence in the tent.
“According to the report, the number of Central Plains people transporting grain is only about a thousand. Is it necessary for us to send so many men to fight them?”
The person speaking now was Siqin, the chief of the Charhan tribe.
He was at least a dozen years younger than the other tribal chiefs present, but he didn’t look as young as his age suggested.
Siqin, mature beyond his years, sat in the tent without seeming out of place at all.
Upon hearing Siqin speak, the faces of the assembled chiefs showed subtle expressions.
2 years ago, the previous chief of the Charhan tribe died, and his son Siqin became the new chief.
The death of the previous chief naturally caused a significant impact on the tribe.
During that period of turmoil, the other four major tribes seized the opportunity, snatching away many of the Charhan tribe’s grasslands, cattle, sheep, and horses.
This caused the Charhan tribe, which was originally quite powerful among the five major tribes, to suddenly become the weakest.
This debt, naturally, had always remained unpaid.
The four major tribes were all involved in what happened back then.
Now, with its strength greatly diminished, what ability did the Charhan tribe have to settle accounts with the other four major tribes?
Therefore, Abucha and the others largely didn’t take him seriously.
However, Siqin’s words did hit the mark.
At this moment, Abucha didn’t mind agreeing.
“Yes, do we need to send so many men?”
As soon as Abucha spoke, the chiefs of the other two major tribes also responded in agreement.
Facing this situation, Bileg gave Siqin, who was sitting in the corner, a deep look, then withdrew his gaze and spoke.
“According to my son Batel, besides the thousand men transporting grain, there’s another force of Central Plains people on the grasslands. Their exact number is still unclear.”
At this point, Bileg’s tone slightly shifted.
“But surely their number can’t exceed our five major tribes. Each of us sending a thousand men is, on one hand, for fairness, and on the other, naturally, to ensure victory!”
