Beiyang new warlord

"Prince! A man outside the town was stopped by a sentry and sent someone to bring a message, saying that he was your old friend, and asked to see you!"

As soon as these words came out, Mao Xingjian immediately became excited. On this cold continent, Song Yongzhong is probably the only one who can be called his old friend now! Before he set off, he had seconded Adrena to the command of the New World Expedition Team Quan, I didn't expect him to arrive so soon, without even his clothes on. Under the surprised eyes of a group of staff officers, Mao Xingjian didn't even wear a coat, and pulled his boots to greet him excitedly.

But when he rushed out of the town full of hope, the smile on Mao Xingjian's face couldn't help froze. The next moment, his eyes turned blood red, and the veins on his forehead throbbed with anger. Before the patrol captain saluted, The prince rushed up like a lion, hooked his fist to the man's face, smashed him into the snow, and then pulled out the dagger from the sentinel's waist, pressing it directly on the man's face. It touched the man's throat, his voice trembling, roaring with anger and trembling.

"How dare you come to see Gu!"

Nosebleeds flowed from his tall nose. Su Yu, the first Indian Mao Xingjian came into contact with, was also the most proud work of his enlightenment. With a helpless smile on his face, he shook his head with a wry smile.

"Prince, the son of the Lord of Thousand Bulls, my brother, remember? I told you long ago that disobedience to the celestial witches will lead to disaster! They serve the highest god! The god of longevity! All Indians The Horde worships them!"

"Just a few words for a few shamans, you can betray Gu, we have been together for so long, and you still call me brother! Why?"

His eyes were also red, and the sharp dagger blade even left a bloodstain on Su Yu's neck. He could understand everyone's betrayal of Mao Xingjian, even Chilu, but only Su Yu betrayed him. It's too incomprehensible! It's too hard to let go! He really can't think of why! Staring at his eyes, Mao Xingjian screamed with all his strength.

His hands were trembling, but Su Yu groped from his bosom. After a while, he actually pulled out a book with a blue cover and placed it in front of Mao Xingjian's eyes. A pair of slightly brown pupils seemed to appear. Su Yu asked with reminiscence.

"Do you still remember that you taught me how to read and tell me about the Spring and Autumn Period? The two heroes of the Spring and Autumn Period, the Xuanhe Daliang City! Hou Ying became Lord Xinling and repaid his loyalty, but he betrayed his own country and pulled Wei Guo into the palace. When it comes to the opposite side of Qiang Qin, even if he kills himself and thanked Jun, these evil consequences will be forged and irreversible!"

"You saved me, you are my blood brother! But I am a Sioux after all! If the Sioux tribe does not join the alliance formed by the Tianwu, other tribes will take the Sioux tribe as their mortal enemies, and the Sioux tribe will also be divorced from Germany, and it will be like Wei Guo also perished! So I reversed Hou Ying's actions, first repaying loyalty, and then repaying righteousness!"

Looking into Mao Xingjian's eyes, Su Yu was calm with guilt and gratitude, and his tone became hurried because of excitement.

"From the day when Snake City was burned, I will come back here every ten days. If I don't see you again before the ice and snow melt, Su Yu will die here and repay the prince for your kindness like Hou Ying reported to Wei Jun." Yi! It's so good to see you back now!"

Holding Mao Xingjian's hand holding the dagger, he pressed the sharp point of the dagger against his heart, choked up, and nodded heavily.

"Please kill me with your own hands! End this grievance!"

Non-vegetation, ruthless Practice makes perfect?No longer depressed, trembling and choking, letting tears flow down the corners of his eyes, suddenly, Mao Xingjian raised his head and roared violently against the gray sky.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

puff~

The gushing blood dyed the blue "Spring and Autumn" red!

Time passed bit by bit, and the blood that flowed out also solidified into frost in the cold wind. I don't know how long it took to look at Su Yu with the frozen expression, that expression full of loyalty and satisfaction. After a long time, Mao Jue finally He stood up staggeringly holding the dagger, his face was still stained with blood, his eyes were red, and he turned around gloomyly. This scene scared a dozen staff officers and regiment leaders all trembling.

Pulling out the dagger abruptly, he returned it to the stunned sentry. Mao Xingjian walked towards the town wearily, waving his hands.

"Although he is a member of the enemy country, he is also a loyal man. Find a place with beautiful mountains and rivers and bury him!"

"Is he a Sioux?"

Among the regiment leaders, the one who managed to be shrewd and capable, Tong Zhamu, the only officer selected from the descendants of Bansheng in the grassland, said subconsciously.

"In the Mongolian etiquette, the corpses of the clansmen are returned, and even foreigners must be entertained with good wine and meat to repay their kindness. I don't know this Indian."

Before he finished speaking, the back of his head had already been assigned to his chief of staff, that fat officer Cao Gufeng slapped the back of the head with a slap in spite of iron, causing the Mongolian barbarians to go astray!Rectum?The prince said that he is a loyal person!How dare you mess with his body?Isn't this looking for a draw?

Unfortunately, he still didn't stop in time, his eyes were red, his face was bloody and ferocious, Mao Xingjian still turned his head.

"What did you say?"

Chapter 8

Killing one's best friend, and then using his body to go to his tribe to beg for food, this is what a prince who has been educated in Confucianism for more than ten years and who claims to be a clean and sage can do it?

The answer is yes!

Thousands of volumes of books, no matter how many small words and righteousness, are pale in front of the Shura scene where the blood is full of swords and blood, and the corpses are strewn across the field. He has already experienced one failure, and tasted how uncomfortable the pain of failure is. Mao Xingjian absolutely does not want to do it again !

There will be no food in more than ten days, and people will starve to death. There is no sense of etiquette, justice, and shame. Thousands of poems have no meaning, so it is such a shameless thing to ask for the corpse of the Yangtze River. , It's time to do it.

It also happened that the Lak tribe was the one closest to Snake City. They set off early the next morning, and Mao Xingjian's army arrived at the Walled City of the Lakta tribe at noon.

This place is really similar to Snake City. The wall of the stockade is made of whole wood on the outside, and the inside is a two-story building built under the guidance of the Chen family carpenter who died in Snake City. Facing the sudden 1 horses, only 3000 The large population of the Lakta tribe was obviously facing an enemy. Men and women rushed to the stockade with bows and arrows, spears and steel forks.

To be honest, Mao Xingjian felt a slap in the face when he looked at the iron weapon that was shining coldly, and it didn't seem to shake a bit. He really wanted to give an order to fire directly, and put this humiliating weapon to death. The stockade was erased from the map. However, in order to preserve Liubu's food and for the sake of the overall situation, Mao Xingjian resisted the urge to put a bunch of eagle feathers on his head again, and put on the clothes that had been exposed to the cold wind. With some faded red deer cloak, he pushed away the guards, strode forward, and shouted towards the village.

"Two pots of boiling water, Patriarch! Is this how the Sioux treat their war chief?"

Fortunately, for the sake of convenience, he also learned some local dialects. Following his shouts, two pots of boiling water, wrinkled like old orange peels, emerged from his head, facing the stockade. He was worried but also the same. shouted angrily.

"Patriarch Mao, you have disobeyed the Heavenly Witch and have been judged as a blasphemous foreigner. You are no longer the great chief of the Sioux people! The Sioux tribe has no obligation to open the door for you. If you want to come to revenge Yes, come on then!"

Mao Xingjian waved his hand directly without arguing with him. After all, it was his friend and his favorite work. Even if he killed him personally, Su Yu's affairs were still respected. Two people carried him on a stretcher. When he came over, he was still covered with a military overcoat. Looking at his son's cold body, even if it was as indifferent as two pots of boiling water, he couldn't help shivering.

"The head of the two pots of boiling water, Su Yu is my blood alliance brother. He betrayed me, so I killed him! However, according to the rules of the clan, even if it is a foreigner, the clan should be open to transporting the corpses of the clan members back to the ancestral land. The gate! Did I say yes or no?"

What kind of rule is this?Kill your son and bring the body back, and I still have to take care of food and clothing?You'll be fine if you don't beat me to death!However, the ideology is completely different. According to the rules of the Indians, if a person saves another person, then this person is his blood brother. Just like Su Yu's abandonment of Mao Xingjian, it was extremely shameful among the Indians. Like Chilu, he gave up his reputation and status and chose to save his tribe in the catastrophe.

So Mao Xingjian killed him, even if there were two pots of boiling water, there was no reason to seek revenge from him.

However, people die and enmity is scattered. It is extremely difficult to preserve corpses in this era. Being able to transport the corpses of the clansmen back to the tribe he belongs to is indeed a considerable favor. If you lose your faith, you will also be cast aside by Changshengtian.

But this time the situation was too special. One person was sent away, but 8000 people came. Moreover, Mao Xingjian is now an outsider. It is hard to say whether he can take into account the rules of the Indians. A massacre!Standing at the mouth of the stockade struggled for a long time, but in the end, the traditional customs still prevailed. Considering the reputation of the tribe, the two pots of boiling water still waved helplessly.

"Open the door!"

With a cheer, carrying spears and cannons, the mighty Ninth Corps swarmed into the Lakta stockade.

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The Indians are a very contradictory nation. On the one hand, they are bloodthirsty, warlike, cruel and savage. On the other hand, they are hospitable. When a guest comes to the door, they will bring out the best food in the house to entertain them. This is not a fiction, history In fact, the earliest Americans celebrate Thanksgiving is to thank the Indians who helped the immigrants on the Mayflower. Unfortunately, the conflict between the two races broke out uncontrollably to the apex, and finally ended with blood and the overall defeat of the Indians. And ended up.

After entering the Lakta stockade, the Ninth Corps was free. Last year, the Lakta department cultivated more than 5 mu of paddy and dry fields. After the grain was paid to Mao Xingjian, there were still more than 8 shi left, enough to feed tens of thousands of people. population.

If it were ordinary Indians, after enjoying the hospitality for a few days, they would take their leave and return to their tribe, but were Mao Xingjian and his subordinates ordinary Indians?After sneaking into the stockade, Mao Xingjian simply moved the base camp here, and the corps directly set up tents around the stockade. Every day when the meal came, they swaggered into the Su people's house to eat and drink. The door had already been opened, and two pots Boiled water can't do anything about it.

However, Mao Xingjian did not return to this land for free food. He wanted revenge. He wanted to reconquer this fertile plain and gain a foothold. He also actively launched a series of actions, the first being trade!

It seems that this time it is only an army, and there are quite a few things that can be traded with these Indians. The first ones are cigarettes and alcohol. Like the army, wine has become a necessity for the army to refresh and avoid the cold.

There are also cigarettes. Soldiers leave their hometowns and do high-risk jobs. Cigarettes have become an important prop to soothe their nerves. This time there is no discussion. Anyway, they are not afraid of them running away. Regardless of the opposition of a group of veteran soldiers, Mao Xingjian used These special military supplies were exchanged for [-] shi of grain, and then a regiment was sent to escort them to Baoshihai Town.

At this time, more than 20 days have passed since Adelaina planned to go south to Mexico City, and it is estimated that it will be a month before the food arrives in Gem Sea Town, and even if Adelaina did not leave, Mao Xingjian is not sure about this. Whether the food can arouse the interest of his aunt who is called the dark hand of the empire, but there is no certainty about the winner and loser, and everything has to be a gamble!

Unlike the last time when he took care of the entire Indian tribe equally, this time Mao Xingjian has completely transformed into a conspirator. He spends every day studying his neighbors and their weaknesses. On the seventh day of the Tower Department, some subtle changes in the situation in the Snake River Plain finally caught Mao Xingjian's eyes.

Early in the morning, a dozen Sioux riders riding tamed American bison suddenly rushed from the east to the town of Lakota. The Ming army canvas army tents built around the town were obviously startled, and they hesitated. After entering the gate for a long time, it was not until the Lakta people in the village came out to greet them that they followed into the village.

Although it has been changed into a big wooden house, according to the tradition, the roof of the patriarchal temple is still wrapped with cowhide. However, at this time, Mao Xingjian is not eligible to be invited into the house to discuss matters. After hearing the news, he can only follow the outside street. looking around.

"Blood Wolf, Lake Fish, Dragon Snake, well-known warriors from Paiute, Oglala, and several tribes have arrived. Has anything major happened?"

Watching the bull-drinking warriors enter the patriarch's temple one after another, Mao Xingjian couldn't help talking to himself curiously. At the same time, his heart beat slightly violently. He had a premonition that maybe this was the opportunity he was waiting for.