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If we say that people have a cheap temper, they only know how to cherish when they lose.

The Sioux suffered heavy losses in this battle. More than 700 people were killed on the battlefield and thousands were injured. Of the more than 1000 steers, only about [-] were still able to move, and almost all of the rest were slaughtered. , Without a large-scale bull cavalry, the next time the six tribes in southern Jiangsu launch an attack, they really don't know what to resist.

Then the eyes of the six tribes of the Sioux tribe resignedly focused on the cavalry of the Ming army who were shining brilliantly on this battlefield.

Mao Xingjian took the team back to the Lakta tribe as usual to support food and drink. That night, two pots of boiling water did not come back. The next day, there were only 680 tribesmen left with them, but they never knew which tribe brought them back. More than 100 ox carts of rice, wheat and grain were unloaded directly in front of Mao Xingjian's camp without saying hello, and then turned around and ran in despair. Mao Xingjian couldn't help showing a sneer on his face, and then he waved his hands brimming with voice.

"Come here! Unload the cannons, and then load the food into the car and escort it to Adrena Shuai, and let's eat his Lakta department!"

The situation turned around from the lowest point of the Battle of Snake City. On the third day after the careless cavalry copied the rear, a regiment that Mao Xingjian sent back to Baoshihai to escort the grain returned to the Lakta Department smoothly, and came back Their car was not empty either. I really don’t know how that fat staff officer Liu Fenggu fooled me. Mao Xingjian spent the cigarettes and high-grade alcohol in the base camp. They were busy unloading and loading the car, and the old boy got into the tent full of excitement, nodding and bowing to Mao Xingjian as a gesture of merit.

"Prince, when I saw the food you sent back, Adelaina was handsome, she was Fengyan Joy, and she affirmed the achievements of the Ninth Corps, and she also asked the younger one to tell me that Liu Fenggu is a good comrade. More promotion!"

Mao Xingjian was a little confused. He swore that if he was ordered to return to the capital, he would thoroughly investigate the examiners of the Capital Military Academy in the capital, and how much money he had collected to make these treasures graduate! But after a moment of confusion, Mao Xingjian's face appeared again There was a burst of excitement, and then he stared at the kid seriously and asked.

"Staff Liu, have you seen Adelaine handsome with your own eyes? There is no joke in the army!"

"The humble official saw Adelaine handsome with his own eyes!"

Patting his chubby chest, the little fat man pointed to the sky and swore, this affirmative answer made Mao Xingjian relax again, and sat down on the soft fur chair, he was sincerely relaxed Tone, Adelena did not launch an attack as planned!

But after taking a few breaths, Mao Xingjian bounced up again, and waved his hands at Liu Fenggu: "Let the military judge seal up Na Shuai's supply of cigarettes and wine on the spot, and hand over to the fifth one tomorrow." The cavalry regiment, Tong Zhamu Tuan, asked him to organize a caravan to Pai Youte, and then exchange tobacco and alcohol for food!"

"Prince, don't you distribute it to the soldiers? Everyone has stopped smoking for several days!"

The smile froze on his face, Liu Fenggu was full of astonishment, and yelled loudly, who knew that Mao Xingjian suddenly realized what he heard, and hit his head again with the golden scepter.

"By the way, Commander Adelaine praised Liu Fenggu as a good comrade! Then, I will leave it to Staff Officer Liu to explain the importance of food to the Legion to everyone!"

"I've completed the third level of memorization!"

Patting the fat man on the shoulder, Mao Xingjian laughed and walked out of the tent. The fat on Liu Fenggu's face was almost distorted when he heard a word, half of it was happy, half was sad, and the third rank of military merit is tens of thousands of people. You can only get mixed up in battle! But when he thought of facing the angry faces of those like-minded comrades-in-arms, he couldn't help but tremble heavily.

But at this time, the shout that made him tense suddenly resounded loudly outside the military tent.

"Staff Liu Fenggu understands the righteousness, and suggested that General Gu go to the Su people for food in exchange for food for the army. This time, Gu is reluctant and obeys his wishes! You must learn from Master Liu!"

Before the words were finished, with a swipe, the door of the tent where the Chinese army was fighting was slammed open. Tong Zhamu, who was furious and sneaked in, was slyly playing with a knife in gold-rimmed glasses, and carrying a knife. With the stick rubbing in his hand, he led Shen Xingguo, the deputy of the third regiment who was dragging a washboard, and a lot of colleagues with pig liver faces. Staff Liu's legs immediately softened, and he collapsed on the ground sadly. He hugged his head.

"Don't slap me in the face?"

Listening to the crackling sound of beating children in the tent, ears fluttering, Mao Xingjian wandered out leisurely again. It is also good to read more books. Did you not see the Three Kingdoms, did Prime Minister Cao kill the grain officer for the sake of peace?Aren't the subordinates just taking the blame for the leader?

According to the crown prince's wishes, the supplementary treats were still drawn to the Paiute Department by the jealousy of the soldiers, and the precious winter grains were exchanged again. Moreover, in the trade, the relationship between the Sioux and Ming It was also pulled closer again.

In the mid-tank of the Snake River, after the Ming army once again showed their skills, the six tribes in southern Jiangsu fell silent for the time being, but Mao Xingjian had fully seen the tenacity and tenacity of these nomadic peoples in Chilu and the others, and they would definitely not let it go Yes, the next time they reappear, maybe it will be like during the Snake City War, when Mount Tai is overwhelmed and thunderous!

Mao Xingjian, who used to admire the weapons of soldiers, the brave and the vicious, is now beginning to transform into a military commander. Every day he soaks in the cowhide maps drawn by the New World expedition team. The thick cowhide is scratched by him with a charcoal pencil. The area designated as the battlefield was marked by him, and the offensive arrows collided fiercely, and then bloody and brutal battles sounded in his mind, but in the end, a big battle plan was once again drawn by him. Draw a cross again and throw it aside.

Outside the Lacta tribe, a lot of small soil bags were built. It is no wonder that the Indian native population on the New World cannot develop. It has only been settled for a year, and the tribe with more than 300 people is buried here. There were as many as four or five hundred people, and the biggest casualty was the last fierce tribal scuffle. All of a sudden, the tribe lost more than [-] middle-aged men and women. Sometimes I think about it, these natives are quite pitiful.

But poor people also have something to hate. Su Yu's tomb is the outermost one. He walked out of the command tent irritably, and came here to relax. He looked at the wooden pillar that was used as a tombstone. It fluttered in the wind and was given to him by Mao Xingjian. The blood-stained "Spring and Autumn", the prince couldn't help twisting his fist again.

Whether it is language, knowledge, or even thinking, this Indian descendant has already integrated into the ancient eastern empire, but before Su Yu died, those words still echoed in Mao Xingjian's ears from time to time, making his ears buzz from time to time.

"I'm a Sioux after all!"

Deep down, he always believed that he was still a Sioux!

There are also red deer with this trait, and the two pots of boiling water where they live in the tribe, as well as the beheading, the snake eagle, and those southern tribes. The aborigines and the Ming Empire are always two races.

Even after the failure in Snake City, Mao Xingjian still believed that the failure was actually his personal failure. If he was not so arrogant and more careful, maybe the failure could be avoided! But recently, he kept reflecting on what he did in Snake River in his mind. What he did, the people he encountered, and the things he created, this firm point of view slowly collapsed in his heart!

Looking at the "Spring and Autumn" which was blown by the wind, Mao Xingjian shook his head helplessly, and sighed with emotion.

"Yeah! You're a Sioux after all!"

Although it was a small episode, after walking around for a while, Mao Xingjian's mood recovered a lot, and he was full of combat power again. Rolling up his sleeves, Mao Xingjian planned to get into the headquarters again to continue making plans, but just arrived at the door However, Staff Officer Liu Fenggu, with a bruised nose and swollen face, appeared again.

Both lips were swollen into sausages, and the guy hummed sadly: "Too, too swollen, outside, there is an old friend looking for you outside!"

"Old man?"

He couldn't help but glanced outside the tent area, just about to take a step, but Mao Xingjian hesitated for a moment, then got into the tent, took a big stick, and then rushed out to meet him.

Next to the entrance of the snowy road of the barracks, sure enough, a few horses stopped there, and it seemed that some people were chatting with the sentry there, but after hearing a wow, copying the stick, the majestic prince came out with a murderous look , roared angrily: "Which thief came to the door again?"

"Humble, I'm guilty of my humble position!"

Seeing the big stick with bloodstains on it, Song Yongzhong's black face turned pale with fright, and he returned with a sad bow, and several members of the New World Expedition team also followed him with strange expressions.

Looking at Song Yongzhong's familiar back, Mao Xingjian was stunned. He looked around in disbelief, and suddenly he rushed forward. In Song Yongzhong's surprised expression, he directly pulled him up, and then hugged him He hugged him in his arms.

He kept patting the back of his shoulders, and was stunned for a few seconds. Song Yongzhong finally opened his arms suddenly, and let out a deep sigh.

"Humble job, return to the team!"

Chapter 823. Conditions of the Sioux Clan in Prince Edward Chapter

Song Yongzhong is also a very special existence to Mao Xingjian. Sometimes he is a subordinate, and sometimes he is like an elder brother to Mao Xingjian who lacks family and friendship. Unfortunately, the differences between the two finally made Song Yongzhong leave Snake City , and then this series of events happened. Sometimes Mao Xingjian often reflected on what the Snake River Plain would be like today if he hadn't been so arrogant.

But all of this has passed, and now Mao Xingjian has come to his senses, and Song Yongzhong has returned to the team. It's time to join forces again and make a career out of it!

This time, arguing around the cowhide map, watching a group of staff officers become two people in a daze.

The cold winter in the New World is still so long and hard, and there is still light snow falling in the sky, hiding in the tent, Mao Xingjian circled the map with a red pen. As expected of Song Yongzhong, according to his experience, the six tribes in southern Jiangsu The range of activities and the law of activities are basically brought out on the map, and it is no longer the previous eyes that are smeared.

But looking at the map, Mao Xingjian was still frowning.

Whether it is for revenge, or to re-dominate the Snake River Plain and the western part of the New World, the war with the Cheyenne people is inevitable, but it is easy to defeat them, but it is not so easy to annihilate them. It has already been shown to Daming how powerful the aborigines are in the woodland and mountains. If they can't fight a hearty battle of annihilation, even if one-third of the aborigines escape, then it will be very difficult for Daming to rule this country in the future. The land remains a real threat.

Don’t you see how miserable the Spanish conquistadors in Mexico were beaten by these natives! The Ming army was not afraid of any army in the world, but it was like a small-scale attack by flies, killing people and looting things, and leaving. Who can stand it?There are only those who can be thieves for a thousand days, but there is no one who can guard against thieves for a thousand days!

Even if the American emperors of later generations have fought these tenacious and tenacious aborigines for 200 years, it can be seen that they are strong.

Looking at Mao Xingjian's frowning face, Song Yongzhong, who was stern, rarely persuaded him with peace of mind.

"You don't have to worry too much, the prince. The enmity between the Han and the Xiongnu for generations, Emperor Wu never wiped out the Xiongnu in his lifetime, and the Tang Dynasty also fought against the Turks for decades, not to mention conquering such a vast and fertile land, just take your time. !"

"This time, I passed the Rocky Mountains and headed eastward. The land here is really rich! After walking eastward for many days, it was an endless plain. I even crossed the Mississippi River, which is called by the locals. I also found a piece of land. Black land, on the edge of the flat black land, there is a series of lakes the size of Haizi, under the blue sky, a piece of blue, like gems!"

Song Yongzhong was excited when he said it, and Mao Xingjian, an out-and-out farmer, was also excited when he heard it, and his eyes showed a look of fascination.

In fact, in real terms, what Mao Xingjian did was right. For example, Spain and Portugal came to the New World, plundered gold and silver mines everywhere, dug holes in the New World, and went home satisfied. But in Mao Jue’s time, These two old colonial empires are the worst messed up, and they can be called beggars in Western Europe.

But the Mayflower of the British was planted here, cultivated from generation to generation, cultivated enough food, multiplied enough population, and took root here, but it has formed the world's most powerful country, the United States. In terms of contribution, Mao Xingjian is actually far more than Ma Bao, who flourished in Canada in later generations and brought huge profits to Liaodong Royal Development Company!