Among the Jurchen Tribes of White Mountain and Black Water, the most common men's names were all kinds of animals from the Forest Sea. A-Mao, A-Gou, A-Lang, Ahu, A-Yu, A-Ying, A-Huan, A-Zhu, Dorgon, and Nurha. At this moment, hearing the name of the chieftain opposite him, Great Chum Salmon Aguda tugged at his thick braid and burst out laughing.
"Dorgon, that name of yours is good!"
"What's good about it?"
"A huan, see—eats anything, good at digging holes, small but vicious. A tough one to keep alive!"
"Haaha! Eats anything, good! Tough to keep alive, even better!"
Beneath the moonlit night, Wuzhe Dorgon bared his teeth and also burst into loud laughter. Then, still laughing, he turned and left, taking the gathered tribes and clansmen with him as they withdrew from this terrace that was dangerous for both sides. The two wolf-pack-like tribes touched and separated again, leaving a safe enough distance between them and allowing both sides a little rest and sleep. Only after daybreak did Wuzhe Dorgon appear once more. This time, however, he was on horseback, with over a dozen trusted cavalry in Leather Armor and wrapped in beast hides, ready to spur their horses away at any moment. From an arrow's flight away across the camp, he shouted at the top of his voice.
"Salmon! Ride out and talk!"
"Talk about what?"
"Talk trade!"
Maha Aguda galloped out on his horse, bringing the same number of cavalry, not one more and not one less. The two chieftains met on the banks of the Heilongjiang, with several hundred tribesmen of the Maha Tribe and the Wuzhe Tribes behind them. The rising Sun shone over the wilds of the Outer Northeast. The Maha Tribe's one hundred and sixty riders were clearly visible, while the Wuzhe Tribes revealed only