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But when Mao Xingjian was fascinated by imagining the gratifying scene of crops all over the mountains and plains under the blue sky and white clouds, the door was suddenly opened again, and the staff officer Liu Fenggu, whose face was swollen less, bowed sadly.

"My lord, the barbarian Chief Lakta asks to see you."

"Two pots of boiling water?"

Mao Xingjian couldn't help pinching his chin in doubt, and immediately waved to him again: "Bring him in!"

Two or three minutes later, wearing an eagle feather battle crown, wearing a thick traditional Indian cape, two pots of boiling water, still gloomy as always, came in with his weathered old face, and looked at the bench sitting in the tent. Mao Xingjian, who was on top, landed on Song Yongzhong, who was serious and staring at him with sharp eyes. He bowed heavily.

"Clan Chief Mao, the elders of the Su clan want to invite you to the Snake Lake Conference in six days' time!"

"Snake Lake"

It seems that the Cheyenne tribes on the other side of the Snake River are restless again, which has caused great war pressure on these Sioux tribes. .

This might be an opportunity, an opportunity to take back all the steps that he had lost. After pondering for a while, Mao Xingjian nodded happily immediately.

"After six days, Mao attended in time!"

He bowed heavily again, and immediately turned around and exited the tent without talking too much about the two pots of boiling water.

Time is the most difficult thing to resist. In the blink of an eye, the four cold days flew by again. Here at the smallest end where Su people gather, it will take a few days on the road. In the early morning, two pots of boiling water have already brought More than 100 dignified warriors in the tribe rode the remaining [-] or so bulls and set off eastward, but Mao Xingjian did not follow, and he delayed until noon.

While Mao Xingjian was looking forward to seeing it through, the creaking sound of wheels rolling over the snow finally came, and another military wagon convoy brought back a full load of grain.

Mao Jue once mentioned to Mao Xingjian that there is a kind of lucky person in later generations, called the second generation of demolition! Mao Xingjian has seen the "second generation of demolition" now, and he has never been so rich again. The clansmen don't cherish it too much. A pack of cigarettes can be exchanged for a bucket, and a jar of ordinary corn wine can be exchanged for a stone. After so many days of sporadic exchanges, Mao Xingjian got back more than 2 stones. This is the last batch.

"Prince, are these still transported back to Gem Sea?"

It was worth it to be beaten for three ranks of military merit, the corners of his mouth were still blue, but the staff officer Liu Fenggu pointed to the grain pile with his thumb excitedly, and asked Mao Xingjian for instructions.

Looking at the grain he had piled up with his hard work, Mao Xingjian's face was filled with excitement, but after listening to his request, the crown prince hesitated for a while, and then shook his head slightly.

"First bring the food back to the ruins of Snake City, and then send people to take it to the Gem Sea from Snake City by raft, and let Adelaina Shuai send someone to fetch it!"

"Um, this subordinate obeys."

Now I can't ask Adelaine to show my credit, this kid is obviously a little depressed, but Mao Xingjian is not in the mood to care about him as a small staff officer, when he received the food, his wish came true, and immediately he took the horse and turned over suddenly Going up, following Song Yongzhong and waving his hands, the cavalry of the brigade also galloped along their hooves in the ice and snow.

For the cavalry, the [-] to [-] kilometers from the Lakta Department to the Snake Lake is not too far away. Going upstream along the Snake River, the Ming army cavalry arrived at the holy land of the Su people more than half a day earlier.

The house is still the big wooden chief’s house built by Mao Xingjian, covered with cowhide, but it’s a pity that things have changed. The Dakota tribe that Mao Xingjian relied on to intervene in the Sioux has been annihilated in history with the death of Snake City. In the middle of the cold winter, not many people from the other tribes came, their bodies still bore the scars left by the last war, and the steers for riding lazily ate green grass by the lake, turning their heads from time to time Licking the wound added a sense of desolation.

He and the two pots of boiling water that set off first were almost the front and rear feet, and he was the core of this Holy Land Conference, and the Indians did not have any concept of auspicious occasions. As soon as Mao Xingjian came, he was directly invited into the big temple.

The last time I sat in this dark and damp temple, facing a group of Sioux chiefs who were as old as the old farmers on the northern Shaanxi plateau who had suffered for several lifetimes, seemed to be a thing of the last world, and they had been together Most of the people at the table with him were already dead. Under the gaze of the black-hoofed red cloud, Mao Xingjian led Song Yongzhong and the two of them into the temple with a sense of loneliness. He also found a piece of cowhide and sat down cross-legged.

The atmosphere was dull for a while, but this time, it was Mao Xingjian who took the initiative to speak, and he asked in a dull voice with a straight posture.

"In winter, the whole clan meeting is suddenly held, and the six clans in Henan are going to go north again!"

"Gu can once again serve as the chief of the Sioux tribe and lead you to fight against the enemy, but this time, the Sioux must completely obey Gu's command, and no one is allowed to challenge Gu's decision again!"

If we take advantage of this pressure and take back the control of the Sioux tribe, then the food problem will be completely solved! Mao Xingjian's voice was high, but hearing his yelling, Hong Yun, the great wizard of the tribe, shook his head.

"The six tribes in Henan are indeed going to raise troops to go north, but it is because the Su tribe has formed an alliance with the expelled you and the Mao tribe. They use the slogan of the Tianwu to launch a crusade!"

"So, like last time, the Su clan will join the Tian Wu's crusade team, and then attack Gu? This time, they are also declaring war on Gu Wang?"

Hei hoof's brows couldn't help frowning. He had known Mao Xingjian for so long. The former patriarch Mao always tried to be even-handed, appease the six tribes, and it didn't matter even if he suffered a little. The smell of gunpowder is full.

Turning his head, several great chiefs exchanged looks, and Black Hoof also spoke dully.

"The Sioux is willing to re-accept Patriarch Mao as the Great Chief."

These words finally made the corners of Mao Xingjian's mouth evoked a slight smile, and Song Yongzhong also relaxed slightly, but this was only half a sentence, and the next sentence of Hei Hoo made the muscles on Mao Xingjian's face completely tense .

"But the premise is that Patriarch Mao needs to go to the holy mountain in person to ask the Heavenly Wu for forgiveness!"

Chapter 824. Pilgrimage to the Prince

Negotiations appear to have entered an awkward situation.

Indeed, failing to meet the Heavenly Witch was Mao Xingjian's biggest mistake in the entire Indian strategy, but if he was given a chance to do it all over again, he would still hesitate.

Who is Mao Xingjian?Prince Ming!The future emperor of the Ming Empire!It is true that one person is under one person and above ten thousand people!How could he bow his head to the savage witches in the mountains?It seems that Tang Sanzang is indeed highly respected. For this reason, would Tang Taizong go to pay homage to him?

As for now, Mao Xingjian has a blood feud with these heavenly witches. These Su people who don't know the heights of heaven and earth have actually asked him to ask for forgiveness from heavenly witches!

There was a slight tremor in his voice, and even Song Yongzhong could hear the rustling sound of metal rubbing against Mao Xingjian's voice. His voice was so low that the Su language he spoke was deformed. asked in a hoarse voice.

"If Gu doesn't ask Tian Wu for forgiveness, the Sioux will not recognize Gu as the great chief, even under the threat of being exterminated?"

Also staring at his face, Black Hoof lowered his voice to the limit.

"That's right!"

"Sioux warriors will not accept the command of a man cursed by the gods! Not only the Sioux, but any Indian!"

Song Yongzhong had already stood up abruptly, waiting for Mao Xingjian to leave with a flick of his sleeves, but under his gaze, his chest heaved violently a few times, Mao Xingjian gradually took a breath, and then nodded slightly under Song Yongzhong's disbelieving eyes.

"I understand!"

"Send people to Henan and tell the six tribes in Henan that three days later, Mao Xingjian from Daming will set off in person to the holy mountain to beg the Heavenly Witch for forgiveness!"

The elders of the Sioux tribe couldn't help smiling. For a moment, Song Yongzhong was horrified to the extreme, but he swallowed the words in his mouth, and watched Mao Xingjian stand up again, striding out Go, he also hurriedly followed behind.

"Prince Prince!"

Aiming at the Sioux warriors left and right, he followed Mao Xingjian out and whispered in Mao Xingjian's ear: "There are not many warriors from the Sioux. At this time, the weather is freezing and the traffic is cut off. The two hundred cavalrymen on hand are enough to kill these bastards cleanly! Taking advantage of the time when the dragons are leaderless, the general can guarantee that the entire Sioux tribe will be taken away!"

"That's just a Sioux!"

When he got to his horse, Mao Xingjian shook his head again, but in the disappointment of Song Yongzhong, his voice was lowered, and the voice like metal friction was more obvious, and he asked hurriedly. .

"All the previously selected battlefields are invalidated. Brother Song, I need you to help me find another battlefield. It must be large enough to bury 10 to [-] people!"

Raising his head in amazement, what Song Yongzhong saw in Mao Xingjian's pupils was a blood-red color, like the shadows of countless swords and swords, shining in his eyes!

........

The Snake River in the cold winter was once again shocked!

From the other side of the sea, Mao Xingjian, the chief of the Sioux tribe, wants to go to the holy mountain in person to seek forgiveness from the Tianwu!

Having completed the assembly again, the six ethnic groups in Henan, who were about to move, stopped again helplessly, because in Indian culture, no matter how big a sin a person has committed, as long as he is willing to climb the holy mountain and beg for forgiveness from the gods , then no matter which one, no matter how much he hates his enemies, he must not harm him again.