Free Web NovelChapter 2131: Chapter 1552: Rebuilding the Three Guards, Standing on the Emperor Taizong’s Shoulders
"Great! Then it’s settled! You will leave a group of warriors to intermarry at this village of the Du’erbi Tribe. Leave one trusted confidant here, take away a group of strong men, and also take that Bear along... I will also leave a Priest here to help guide them in cultivating potatoes and make them convert to the Chief Divine! Hmm, the Priest will also share the stories of your divinity with them..."
"Haha! Good, just like that!!..."
On the dilapidated Watchtower of the garrison, the Kingdom Priest Zuwaro, Shengshu Jurchen Chief Maha Aguda, and Shushu Jurchen Chief Ali stood together, gazing at the southern rivers and the outskirts of the Xing’an Ridge, envisioning a vibrant future. In this strategic plan, which may take an unknown time to come to fruition, Zuwaro is responsible for connecting faith, providing food and military supplies; Maha Aguda must unite the tribes and lead the warriors to campaign; while Ali devises plans to open communication channels to the south, linking the Shushu Jurchen Guard Station and Great Ming Liaodong Town...
The future is full of possibilities yet unpredictable. As the sunset, the mountains of the Xing’an Ridge bask in red clouds, as if the mountains have opened their eyes. The ancient Xing’an Ridge silently observes, blinking once in a hundred years, having witnessed countless rises and falls. It vaguely remembers that the last time it blinked, cavalry holding the blue military flag came here to establish the "Liaoyang Province Huntong River Road." And the last blink saw cavalry bearing the Sun and Moon Flag building the "Nurgan Metropolitan Authority Xing’an Ridge Guard Posts." As for what will happen after this blink... who can say?
"Ancestors! What are you staring at? What’s so great about this old forest? Come on down, it’s time to eat!!..."
Chief Wudou Wen of the Du’erbi Tribe never thinks that far ahead; as long as no one goes hungry and everyone is well-fed, that’s the top priority for the tribe! As the aroma of potato mud and salted fish wafted from the campfire in the camp, Wudou Wen couldn’t wait any longer and filled the "large bowl" in his arms to the brim. Then, like a Bear, he cradled the "large bowl" with his left arm and used his right hand to dig into the bowl. Even though it was hot enough to make him grimace, he blissfully smacked his lips as he ate, praising all the while.
"Yum, yum, delicious!... Oh my! Where did you dig up this ’White Mud’? It tastes so fragrant!!..."
"??!..."
The three stepped down from the wall and immediately spotted Wudou Wen’s Bear-like eating behavior. Chief of Harman, Ali, hadn’t had a chance to laugh before his eyes suddenly widened! He pointed incredulously at the "large bowl" Wudou Wen was clutching and said in disbelief.
"Wu Xiong! What’s that you’re holding in your arms? Where did it come from?!"
"??... What is what? What came from where?... This is my bowl? Passed down by my Amma, a solid ’large bowl’! Haha, with such a large bowl, I can eat two bowlfuls in one sitting!..."
"Nonsense! Bowl, bowl, bowl, what do you mean ’large bowl’?! This is... quick, let me see it!..."
The Chief of Harman Ali rushed forward eagerly, trying to grab the "large bowl" from Wudou Wen’s embrace. Wudou Wen immediately held onto it tightly, turned around, and fiercely protected his food, cursing like a bear.
"Roar, you rascal, not a good person! You want to steal my bowl, rob my food? With the Master around, I can’t kill you now. But later, when no one’s around, I’ll crush your head with a Stone Hammer!"
"Uh..."
Upon hearing the bear’s curse, Ali broke into a sweat, suddenly feeling a jolt of fear, and stopped his hands. He was genuinely afraid of this pointy-headed simpleton sneakily delivering him a fatal blow. He clenched his teeth, halted, and after carefully examining Wudou Wen’s "large bowl," he confirmed and shouted, suppressing his excitement.
"Wu Xiong! This is your bowl, I won’t take it from you. But this is not your bowl... ah, spit! This is a high-ranking officer’s helmet with a gunpoint, the helmet of a Great Ming Commander!..."
"You said earlier that it was passed down by your Amma? Was it really inherited from your ancestors or was it stolen?"
