Предмет: История, автор: Помогите2121

Две причины распада Монгольской империи

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Автор ответа: Khismatullina1508

4 причины:

1) закономерный процесс феодальной раздробленности 2) экономическая основа — не собственное хозяйство, а дань от покоренных народов 3) русские княжества прекратили выплачивать Орде дань —> монгольское государство начало нищать 4) неспособность контролировать огромные территории

http://infotables.ru/istoriya/863-mongolskaya-imperiya#hcq=uASwnMq

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