Beiyang new warlord

Seeing the wood turned into coke, Mao Xingjian, who had been going down the stairs in a dull mood, finally breathed out, looked up at the heavy snow that was still falling, and suddenly lowered his head, he took out a compass from his pocket, After a few glances, Mao Xingjian waved his hand at Beibei without emotion.

"go!"

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In this era, there is no telephone and no internet. If this murder case in the deep mountains continues normally, it will probably take more than half of the winter until the Shoshone who can't wait for the return of their great chief can't wait to send people to investigate. will find out.

But this time, before Mao Xingjian walked for a long time, a large group of people hurried up the same steep mountain road. Looking at the floating black smoke, the great chief of the Cheyenne clan seemed to be crazy, screaming loudly. He drilled into the cave, and along the way, he could hear his heart-piercing roar, followed him closely, and those Cheyenne people also hurriedly followed.

Little Henry did not follow, and stood outside the gate of the Holy Land. He stared at the half-burned totem pole in a daze. After a long time, he sneaked out again and took out the cowhide map Mao Xingjian gave him from his pocket, and took a peek at it. After a glance, he quickly hid the map back in his sleeve again.

Looking at the snow-covered footprints in the snow, even a professional gambler like him trembled and shook his head in fear.

"These smart people gambled so big!"

Just a moment later, with two huge buffalo horns on top, the blood-stained horns rushed down from the holy place like a lunatic again, holding a lot of fragments of the idol in his arms, and put the fragments on the totem pole before it was extinguished. In front of the fire, he picked up a piece and slammed it tightly. Amidst the creaking sound, the sharp fragments scratched his palm, and drops of viscous blood fell on the pile of fragments. He was frantic. roared.

"One person at a time, go and inform Apache, Huobi, Blackfoot, Su, and all the tribes on this land!"

In the valley, his heart-piercing anger echoed.

"I want this group of blasphemers from the other side of the sea to be killed, and never to be reborn in hell!!!"

Chapter 827. The Rising Winds of the Prince's Chapter

Every morning, Black Hoof would stroll to the entrance of the stockade with a cigarette pot in his hand, looking towards the south.

Whether Mao Xingjian can beg the forgiveness of Tianwu, this 50-something old patriarch is still very concerned. In fact, when Mao Xingjian was the great chief, the Sioux people lived very well, and ordinary people can also drink endless wine. Cigarettes, can buy so much more food, and be rich enough to exchange the excess food for a lot of good things from Daming, exchange what you need, and live a much better life than before.

And if he can return successfully, the courage of the six tribes in Henan will be greatly reduced, and the situation will return to the era when the Sioux dominated the Snake River Plain.

But when the old black hooves were full of good thoughts, on the snowy field in the distance, bursts of snow dust suddenly evaporated, and immediately stood up in amazement and vigilance, looking into the distance, his dazed old eyes In the spotlight, it was an old acquaintance from the Nakota tribe, the war chief Jiyu.

The Cheyenne people want to break the tradition and continue the war?

Frowning tightly, Black Hoof rushed forward with a cigarette bag and pot, followed by a dozen warriors from the village. In the snow, there was a lot of anxiety. The stickleback waved his hands exaggeratedly and spoke hurriedly. Roaring, after only two sentences, Black Hoof's old face suddenly turned pale.

Today's snow seems to be much bigger and more urgent. After the rapid drumbeat, the patriarchs of each clan got out of their warm houses, and against the wind and snow, they got into the tribal public discussion temple again. , Shocked and angry roars have been heard one after another.

Not long after, the men and warriors of the Paiute tribe, even the shield maidens and female warriors in their prime came out of the house amidst the yelling of their patriarchs, and carried the family's food on their backs. The bag was on one shoulder, and the other shoulder was carrying a spear and a spear, and a big axe. Those with oxen rode on the oxen, and the Paiute army rushed out in such a hurry against the snow.

But this time, Black Hoof did not go out with the army. He watched the whole tribe of men and women rushing to the battlefield with anger and fury. On the face of this old Indian, he couldn't help showing a deep look. Deep worry comes.

In any case, there is no more peace!

Following the Paiute tribe, Lacta, Nakota, and Linghu, the six Sioux tribes quickly gathered all the young men of the tribes, and the streams gathered together, even larger than the last time they competed for the ferry, 9000 Multi-tribal warriors, more than 500 North American bison, staggered through the ice and snow.

Coincidentally, on the other side of the Snake River, the Apache tribe also packed their bags and embarked on the journey. The knights who also captured the Spanish horses were in the front row, and the tribal warriors behind carried the prisoners of war with lances and spears, but they were completely opposite to each other. At this time, the two tribes seemed to turn a blind eye to them. Facing the long line of Sioux people on the other side of the river, the Apaches were not even interested in turning their heads to take a look.

Also turning a blind eye to the Apaches, the Sioux also crossed the Snake River, hanging two or three miles behind the Apaches, and trotted.

Among the crowd, only the red deer who ran at the end looked back, and after sighing deeply, she clenched the throwing spear in her hand, and followed closely the pace of her clansmen with her slender and healthy legs.

Not far away again, the army of the third race, the Shoshone, appeared on the horizon!

Mao Xingjian managed to poke the hornet's nest!He has successfully angered the entire western part of the North American continent!Not only the Sioux and the Six Henan Clans, but the entire Indian tribe that believed in the God of Longevity erupted in anger. In the ravine, even if he didn't know where he came from, the small tribes all joined the ranks with spears and axes , the large tribes came out in full force, and one Indian army after another was marching eastward continuously like rivers flowing into the sea.

This is the first time that such a large scale and so many tribes have joined forces to attack one person, even in the thousands of years of history of the North American continent!

But at this time, the Ninth Firebird Corps, which was on the cusp of the storm, was the Crown Prince Corps that Mao Jue had specially formed for his eldest son, and was still kept in the dark, unaware of the fierce battle that was about to take place in the next moment.

On the second day of Mao Xingjian's departure, thousands of shi of grain were thrown in the Lakta Department. A group of officers were somewhat reluctant, and under the leadership of Song Yongzhong, they took the lead in marching to the east. They marched for about ten days in a row. After traveling thousands of kilometers, they stopped in a valley basin and set up a camp.

Here comes the inauspicious name, Wounded Knee!Because of how rocky this place is, and when you go south, the horses of the New World expedition are in danger of breaking their feet and knees, so it is named Wounded Knee Valley. Although the road here is difficult, there are several roads that pass through the Great Rocky Mountains. The Snake River originates from the Gannett Peak on the right side of the valley. The commanding heights of the valley go down, and several iceberg streams converge into one of the largest sources of the Mississippi River in North America. Here The terrain is incomparably majestic and magnificent.

"Hurry up and work! Talk about you! Hurry up!"

Amidst the chaotic yelling, the soldiers lazily used the engineer shovels issued by the army to dig the trenches. From time to time, the monitoring officers yelled and stepped forward, but compared with junior officers, senior officers They were a little listless, with gold-rimmed glasses lazily holding binoculars and watching a mountain eagle croaking and flying from this hill to the valley hill opposite them, and then kicked to the other side with a boring kick and squinted. The eyes don't know if it's standing on the buttocks of his dozing colleague Liu Fenggu.

"Hey, old Liu, what do you think the prince is up to? If you don't sleep with those long-legged and strong barbarian chicks in Lakta, what are you doing here to suffer from the cold and eat the northwest wind?"

"Where the hell am I going?"

Confused and disturbed, Liu Fenggu hummed angrily.

"Hey, aren't you a popular person in the eyes of the crown prince? Alas, if you go back to the capital, you will be admitted to the general staff if you have recorded three grades of merit. How can you not know?"

"If you don't know, you don't know. Don't be so damn naughty! If you have a temper, go ask that black Baogong face!"

Mentioning Song Yongzhong, the gold-rimmed glasses couldn't help shivering. No matter how rich you are, you are still a soldier, and that master is not easy to mess with. They have a total of twenty army-level officers, and the best one is Tong Zhamu, and the second infantry regiment Liu Dakui, the third son of General Liu Liangzuo, good guy, because of rushing a few days ago, the two of them got on top with Song Yongzhong, and they didn't press him with the golden scepter. Song Yongzhong pointed at their noses and invited him to the back mountain I don’t know the specific experience, but Song Yongzhong walked back by himself, and they were carried back by orderlies. They lay on a stretcher for more than a day, and they didn’t get up until the third day. tooth.

The descendants of heroes who practiced martial arts didn't dare. He, a civilian staff officer, went to inquire about it, which was not enough for Song Yongzhong and his tongue.

Liu Fenggu didn't know, and the gold-rimmed glasses had no choice but to hang around in the front of the army, squinting as he watched his subordinates dig holes.

But at this time, a sentry shouted loudly, which made him tremble suddenly.

"The prince returns to the camp!!!"

After walking through the mountains for 25 days, Mao Xingjian is no longer the creamy nobleman who just came out of the capital. His face was even damaged by the mountain wind and snow. He has a few wrinkles like those Indians, and it is also darker. Compared with the high-spirited prince who had just arrived in the New World, Mao Xingjian at this time was like the Damascus saber hanging on his waist, with unpolished and plain patterns that concealed unparalleled sharpness.

The groom who accompanied him also fell in a ravine. Under the retinue of two New World expedition cavalry, Mao Xingjian, with disheveled hair like a savage, grunted and passed through the three thick layers outside the camp, and appeared in the in front of the tent.

"Congratulations, Your Highness!"

Under the leadership of Song Yongzhong who got the news, more than [-] military officers and judges also stood at attention neatly and saluted, slapping his beating heart hard.

"The Ninth Corps has 980 six people, and all 50 members of the Lushun Corps' New World Special Expedition Cavalry Team are here, and no one is absent!"

Listening to Song Yongzhong's energetic report, Mao Xingjian, amidst the bewilderment of those subordinates, immediately responded with a military salute full of energy. However, before he could say a few words of encouragement, there was a burst of noise and It was overwhelming.

It was really like a black current. The three allied armies of the Cheyenne, the Stripped-Nosed, and the Blackfoot rushed into the spacious Wounded Knee Canyon along the source of the Snake River noisily, as if they had broken the embankment. The battle of the Indian warriors The roar, even two or three miles away, is still clearly audible.

Amidst the rattling sound of the telescope opening, the severed head carrying the human head frame on the back rushed forward like a bull, each ferocious head was shaking back and forth, and the tauren-like cut-nosed man was surrounded by With one or two heads hanging, those who show their teeth and claws seem to want to eat people.The Cheyenne warriors who followed closely behind all smeared their faces with ferocious battle marks, and ghost faces fluttered up and down into the eyes of these civilian staff officers.

At the front of the team, little Henry was riding a fast Spanish horse, waving a cowhide map high. Behind him, the big horned and broad face was as ferocious as a Bull Demon King, with bursts of white gas coming out of his nose, which made people feel at ease. There is no doubt that he may choose to kill someone at any time in the next moment.

Not at all mentally prepared to fight, looking at the ferocious army of aborigines, the gold-rimmed glasses turned his head in horror, but what was reflected in his glasses was that Mao Xingjian was a few years older, which was also chilling. That murderous sneer!

Chapter 828. The Day of Reckoning for the Prince

The time has turned to January in the New World. Although the change is not obvious, the breath of spring is still permeating unknowingly. The bustling water at the two river sources has increased a bit, and the thin ice next to the water is dripping. Melt water flowed down.

However, for the soldiers of the Ninth Corps, they did not feel the warmth of spring. They were stationed in the middle of the canyon at an altitude of several hundred meters, looking down, and came to fetch them not far from the middle and lower reaches of the Snake River. The deadly Indian tribes are growing day by day, and the land is vast and sparsely populated. It is hard to imagine that people can gather together in the dark like ants.

From the 2 people of the three tribes on the first day, and the 5 people of the seven tribes on the second day, there are now 8 to [-] people from the seven tribes. A mushroom suddenly appeared, and there were clusters of blue smoke in the sky, and the noisy clan shouts could be heard clearly even if they were so far away.

Every time they boasted about the strength of the troops, they said they would fight ten each, but now they really wanted to fight ten. As the number of opponents increased every day, the panic and commotion in the army also increased sharply every day.