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Chapter 534 The Magical Army
The Aboche tribe, a nation founded on the fertile land of North America, has a population of 30. They can survive by relying on potatoes and corn for farming. They also fish, hunt, plant other crops, and even herd cattle. When war horses appear, When in America, this nation quickly mastered the use of war horses, as if they themselves were a nomadic nation. The Aboche cavalry made the entire North America tremble. They were cold-blooded and cruel, coming and going like the wind.

cavalry!Groups of cavalry were like iron streams, wandering around the tribe. Countless tribesmen heard the news that the Son of Destiny had been found. Of course, their reactions were not ecstatic, and some people were a little angry, unwilling to leave the tribe so simply and casually. Changed a master, in front of the group of convoys in the distance, cavalry, infantry, iron-like army situation here.

Tie Liu, the cavalry, the three thousand cavalry first, marched slowly in a neat formation in the sun, the iron armor leaves of Sen Shouting gave clanging eyes, the eight-petal iron helmet, and the bright red tassels on the top of the head were here. As slow as walking, the cavalry formation was replaced by boundless pressure.

The neat infantry phalanx at the back deliberately slowed down their walking pace, making them look extremely slow. A kind of pressure from the five elements scattered, giving a kind of pressure to the people in front of them. The pressure fell down like a mountain, falling on the ground. In front of the Indians, unlike the British military formations, unlike the Spanish military formations, the Ming army's military formations put the greatest pressure on people.

Senhan's iron armor entered the tribe like a stream of iron. This armor, its momentum, and the sound of the horses' hooves were enough to make people shudder. The Aberche people who watched from a distance showed a kind of fear on their faces. Armored torrent, is this the army brought by the chosen ones? Among them, there are already some different people in the Indian tribes. They are also dressed in animal skins or souls, but there is something in their eyes. Bright and clean.

They were Beidou spies and Indians. They mingled among them and quickly told the entire tribe about the Chosen One. "See, that's the Chosen One's army. That kind of iron armor, how could it be in the mortal world?" The army of evil spirits has no prestige compared with him."

"Really, how can we resist this kind of army? How can they forge such weapons? I don't think we can resist those armored cavalry!"

"Why, why don't you know that they are not spies of evil spirits, they come from a mysterious place, and there will also be burning iron pipes!"

"Impossible, have you seen his skin color, and the pupils, the same race, they are our same race, I have seen the chosen one, and from the moment I saw him, there was a feeling of close blood, They are Indians, not those white-skinned ghosts! You don't understand." This man kept telling the legend of the chosen one here, "They can also control meteors and fire rain!"

"Meteor shower! That kind of terrifying weapon! Are you kidding me? Does such a thing really exist in the world?"

Some people were puzzled because they had never seen such a thing before. This man was quietly looking at the other side and signaling, secretly making gestures!

Over there, Xu Wenjue scratched his head and lit the fireworks and rockets that he had prepared long ago! "Daming fireworks are better produced in Liuyang, haha," he said, and fortunately he made a batch of fireworks. At this time, using rockets is not as good as fireworks.

At what time, a group of Ming soldiers were holding Sky-Changing Monkeys in their hands, all kinds of Sky-Changing Monkeys, or rockets. The colorful fireworks explode in an instant, very beautiful, and there are rockets and other things, it must be a very lively temple fair in Daming.

At this time, the Ming army holding fireworks looked like magicians firing magic bullets on the opposite side. It looked so spectacular.

A group of Indians immediately half-kneeled on the ground and began to worship. They thought it was their chosen son who started to do it. Immediately, some people who were good at jugglers in the army came over and began to perform. Among them was Xiao Liu, This man from the Shenji Camp in the capital, he was holding a torch in his hand and touching the oil paint all over his face, and he spit out a burst of flames.

A group of Indians in the distance were surprised. One person said, "Who is this man who can breathe fire? Is he a wizard?" Everyone was surprised.

There are also a group of doctors who joined the army and came to the Indian tribes, bringing various talisman waters and medicines to treat people. Of course, when treating diseases, they naturally have to talk a little bit mysteriously.

Xu Wenjue gave a rough mouth, with a sense of helplessness, and said, "These guys have never even seen fireworks, and isn't that just a magic trick in the capital?" He didn't understand why such a simple thing, chopped It was regarded as magic in front of this group of Indians, and they were really regarded as the chosen ones.

Some of the Indians had already knelt down, telling them their loyalty and swearing allegiance to this group of people, some were already praying, and one of them half-kneeled to talk about his past. In front of him was his own child, who had already He was terminally ill, but a doctor came immediately and prescribed traditional Chinese medicine for him.

Xu Wenjue bowed his head. This feeling was really not good at all. Surrounded by a group of indigenous people, they were regarded as extraordinary magicians just by using fireworks. He was very disappointed. This kind of tribe would really be useful. ?

He looked at his land Xiaoliu, he had already relied on the kung fu he had learned from the theater troupe, and for the sake of a group of people and a group of Indian women beside him, he had already become the focus of attention, and he began to communicate with them using sign language, watching He was stunned for a while, and said, "Is it really useful for this kind of tribe to come?"

"They can help us grow food," someone on the side replied. Looking at the Indian tribes around him, Xu Wenjue shook his head, growing food?Looking around again, those cavalry looked good, but unfortunately they couldn't ride and shoot, which made him very disappointed. Just fighting with a saber, what power does it have?

"This group of Aboche people?" Xu Wenjue was disappointed, and soon he saw Qi Cheng beside him, he also had a strange expression on his face, and said, "Hmph! What's the use of this group of people, why don't you recruit wolf soldiers, chieftain Willing to fight for the general!"

"Toast!" Xu Wenjue nodded, and Qi Mu really hummed, "What do you know? This tribe has 30 people. Although the cavalry is average and the weapons are average, there are 30 of them. 30, understand!"

"What's the matter!" Xu Wenjue retorted, looking at the old man, Qi Mu said, "You should go to the lecture hall to learn some knowledge."

Xu Wenjue shook his head unhappily, Qi Mu continued, "30 people, how long does it take to transport people from Daming, how much time does it take, these 30 people are equivalent to taking root here, understand!"

(End of this chapter)