Beiyang new warlord

"Farewell at the end!"

In the astonishment of Mao Xingjian, he bowed heavily for the last time, and without turning his head, Song Yongzhong hurriedly got on his horse, yelled, and the horse's hooves rushed down. The figures of more than 50 New World expedition cavalry followed him and really disappeared. In the vast wilderness, Mao Xingjian watched for a few seconds before he came back to his senses, and his fist hit the air hard.

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With a complicated stomach, Mao Xingjian finished his gloomy tour of the front, and then returned to the camp located a few miles behind the mouth of the river, but the scene inside made him startled once again, and immediately filled with anger.

After a day of bloody battle, the residents of Snake City and the Su people, like two huge crows, happily plundered the corpses for supplies, distributing more than 5000 captives.

It was really the change brought about by Mao Xingjian himself. On the side of the six tribes of the Sioux tribe, the young and strong men of the tribe used hammers to nail wooden pegs on the ground, but this time they were not used to tie cows, but people. After drawing the ladle and nailing the pegs, a few people from among the captives grabbed the hair of the Cheyenne warriors, dragged the tribal men to the stakes, tied their hands behind their backs, and tied their legs to the sides of the two pegs. Amidst the terrified cry of the captive soldier, he pulled off his pants.

Just like a gelding ox, it was a small knife distributed by Snake City. In the hands of the apprentices taught by Han Xiaomo and the others, he cut open the meat strips with a click, then tied the blood vessels and muscles inside with cow hair, and then used the knife to cut and squeeze it out. Every time the knife fell, the male prisoner tied to the stake would tremble violently. This series of minor operations was accompanied by howls that were almost inhuman. When they were put down, their hands were still tied, and they were pushed directly to the side of the barn and piled up together, curled up on the ground in pain like shrimp.

All the people of the primitive clan are soldiers, and there is no word for women to walk away from the battlefield, so if they are defeated, even women will bear the consequences. The unruly Cheyenne women were pressed on wooden stakes by several Sioux warriors. Immediately after they screamed in fear, the same red-hot iron rods were mercilessly inserted into their nasal septum by the Sioux tribe. , Amidst the smell of burnt flesh, the same cow-nose ring made by Snake City was pierced into it.

The women who had put on the rings were also taken aside and tied to the stakes like that, with their hands tied behind them. The female captives kneeling on the ground wanted to cover their painful noses with their hands, but they couldn't reach them. , The miserable cry faintly spread far away.

Seeing the scene, Mao Xingjian roared with incomparable anger.

"Stop alone!"

It's a pity, after a group of Su people raised their heads in astonishment, they just bowed respectfully, and then they had to do what they should do. Those who should pass on the nose rings should go on to wear nose rings.

Almost out of breath, Mao Xingjian was about to explode, but suddenly remembered that the Su people couldn't understand his roar, and the two pots of boiling water were also injured on the battlefield. Su Yu had already asked for leave to go back to visit before he left. , There are still a few fluent translators in the Su language in the tribe, full of anxiety, Mao Xingjian rushed to the Snake City camp again.

But at the edge of his own camp, this scene still made Mao Xingjian feel angry. Indeed, the Ming immigrants in Snake City were not as ignorant as the Su people, and the eunuchs who came to the scene were as vigorous, but they were not very kind.

The blacksmiths also opened the stove, and the captive men were threaded into a line and dragged to the stove one by one. The red-hot stone inscriptions of Zhang, Wang, Li, Honda, Toyota, etc. were held by the tongs and scalded on the captives’ thighs. On the ground, amidst the miserable shouts, the captives whose surnames were engraved were also tied to cattle like cattle.

Hundreds of female captives who were considered to be outstanding in appearance were picked out and tied up. The Snake City militiamen who participated in the daytime battle cheerfully pulled the ropes tied around their necks. He dragged them into the grass by force, and then there were slapping and slapping sounds one after another. Mao Xingjian could still hear them clearly from such a distance.

And in the center of the camp, several fires illuminated a wooden pile, a group of heads had been thrown ferociously on the side of the pile, Girkyneck was standing on the other side of the pile, his big leather boots stepped on an Apache The woman's back, while she was roaring and struggling, tied her hands tightly with a rope. When Mao Xingjian came back, just after the tie was finished, the back of the woman was pressed on the stake again, with a ferocious expression on his face. He raised his ax high.

"stop!"

She almost lost her waist all of a sudden, and the ax slashed in front of her, cutting off half of the feather crown on the head of this fit and wild Apache woman. She raised her head cursingly, and immediately her stalked neck looked like a dog's face again. , quickly filled with smiles, hurriedly nodded and bowed to meet him.

"Prince, you are back!"

"What's the matter?"

Pointing to those heads, Mao Xingjian asked gloomyly, and he heard the thick voice shouting excitedly again: "These grass bandits are the murderers who killed and injured our Snake City men. Don't worry, the prince, everyone will run away." No, the brothers are pulling out!"

He didn't even notice Mao Xingjian's ugly face, and he pointed excitedly at the team that was busy sorting out the prisoners, shouting excitedly.

"It's still the crown prince Shengming. With these barbarians, we can harvest in autumn this year and open mines in spring next year. We will have enough slaves! You are really a living Bodhisattva in Snake City!"

"Gather all these captives and send them to the Su camp."

"Prince, don't worry, little Ming..., little..."

Almost biting his own tongue, he yelled in astonishment: "Prince, what do you mean? These captives were all captured by the brothers, you, you Are you going to give them all to the Sioux barbarians?"

"You don't need to worry about how Gu makes a decision!"

Flicking his sleeves violently, Mao Xingjian broke his neck and asked questions in astonishment, a moment later, his eyes widened in annoyance, and he roared loudly.

"Are you going to resist?"

"Little one, obey..., obey! You guys, didn't you obey the prince's orders? Hurry up and gather these savages!"

Filled with gloom, Girky Neck yelled angrily, and he left. The Apache matriarch who was being pressed on the stake and waiting to be beheaded raised her head in astonishment, and looked at Mao Xingjian curiously. body.

Full of complaints, the captured captives were gathered together, and immediately pushed and shoved towards the Soviet camp by the sailors who had just put on their trousers. At the other end, the translators from Snake City were sent away. After going out, Mao Xingjian himself went straight to the Su people's camp.

It was still the big cowhide tent, and the chiefs and elders of the various ministries were gathered together again, but just like the terrier neck, the voice of astonishment soon rang out.

"what?"

Full of disbelief, the two pots of boiling water suddenly stood up, shouting in astonishment.

"Envoy, you said that you want to release all the captives back?"

Chapter 797. Release of the Prince

Mao Xingjian's request is simply unreasonable!

Not to mention that the big Indian tribes compete for territory with each other, and those who don’t kill one party will be left with the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled will not give up. As far as ordinary people are concerned, if a robber is caught at home, he will give him food and drink back ?It was so incredible that the two pots of boiling water were so loud that they almost shook the wood on the roof of the house.

"Lord Chief, these Cheyenne people are here to rob us of the land that Sioux people have lived for generations, our clear snake lake, the forest where the deer run, and the fields with corn. My father's generation was captured by the Cheyenne people. After that, they killed and sacrificed to their hunting gods, and now they are hoarded and used as animal power. This is already the tradition of the great chiefs. If the previous traditions were followed, these captives would be buried in the ground to worship the corn god. !"

His fist hit the ground, and the two pots of boiling water roared angrily: "Great chief, why did you put them back and let their warriors take up arms again to kill the Sioux warriors and slaughter our women and children?"

"Zi said..., because the Su people now believe in the three main gods of corn, rice and wheat!"

After all, he is a literati with a quick mind. Listening to the hysterical questioning, Mao Xingjian stood up abruptly, opened his wide sleeves, and said very cleverly: "Whether it is corn, wheat, or rice, we descendants People from the other side of the ocean who join the Sioux tribe can eat it, and the warriors of the Sioux tribe can also eat it to satisfy their hunger! The three gods are broad-minded and treat mortals equally. If they are enlightened, they will also convert to the three gods. Crops, fed and clothed, there will never be disputes, okay?"

Mao Xingjian's shouts were full of emotion, and he seemed to have the wonderful scene of pastoral songs in front of his eyes. Unfortunately, the elders of the Sioux tribe still couldn't appreciate the Confucianism and fraternity of the crown prince. Underneath, those elders and chiefs Lowering their heads, they discussed hurriedly and in a low voice. After a long time, the black hooves, who had been almost silent after abdicating, spoke dully under the eyes of many chiefs.

"Great chief. The three gods of corn are indeed fraternal, but their rules in the world are that whoever grows and whoever eats. You want to hand over the land of the Sioux to these outsiders and return the thief who invaded the land of the Sioux. , the Elders’ Tribunal really can’t pass it!”

Following the words of Black Hoof, a large group of Sioux elders and chiefs nodded their heads one after another. Mao Xingjian was obviously stunned when he saw this scene. Ever since he became the master of the Sioux, everyone opposed him. first encounter.

However, this scene touched the inverse scale that he inherited from the royal family. He suddenly pulled out the sword hanging from his waist and stabbed it on the ground with a buzz. Under the horrified eyes of the Sioux chiefs, , Mao Xingjian roared unquestionably.

"This is a sign! You must do as Gu said, otherwise! This autumn harvest, all tribes will be punished!"

"Go down immediately, another prisoner will be persecuted, I'll take you for questioning!"

This time, the elders of the Sioux clan finally calmed down. Looking at the slightly trembling sword, Black Hoof bent down heavily helplessly and followed him. The rest of the tribe also bent down one after another. His eyes were red, and the two pots of boiling water were stiff until the end, and he held his head proudly until several chiefs of his clan pressed his head, and then pushed him down.

Immediately, a group of Sioux elders withdrew from the temple one by one, watching the huge temple become empty again. Suddenly, Mao Xingjian also sat down on the ground suddenly, panting heavily.

Just now he looked like a person!Very much like a single husband!

Chongzhen!

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At dawn, five or six thousand captives were pushed to the river. Everyone was an old driver and knew the rules. Although they were exhausted, their weapons were taken away. A group of Cheyenne, Apache, and Blackfoot tribesmen The soldiers are still looking around vigilantly, even if they are massacred, they have to twitch like a fish in a pot.

The tenacity and stubbornness of the Indians are reflected here. Even those Cheyenne warriors who had their balls taken away stood up with one hand covering their crotches.

But in their suspicious eyes, as if they were throwing garbage, the Sioux people with ocean nails and spears pushed them to the grassy beach, turned around and actually left, with rustling footsteps, and finally disappeared completely in the into the dense night.

What is the greatest fear of man?Fear comes from so far!Just like a horror movie, the scariest thing is not waiting for the ghosts to appear, but the weird movements and noises before the ghosts appear. In addition to the rushing water of the Snake River, there is only the rustle of the wind blowing the grass industry. Let these exhausted captives dare not move rashly, just huddled together.

However, after experiencing fear for more than ten minutes, a strong fragrance suddenly wafted over, and immediately, a group of strange "Su people" appeared in front of them with torches.