Beiyang new warlord

However, no matter Mao Xingjian or Song Yongzhong, they didn't explain anything. Every day, the crown prince just had a complicated face, holding a telescope and looking at the endless layers of indigenous army, looking at them, Mao Xingjian often appeared. There was a strange and complicated expression, melancholy, regret, and hatred like gnashing of teeth, deep in the center of his eyebrows, there seemed to be mixed with a sense of inferiority.

It was another early morning, and this indigenous army seemed to be different from every day. As the sun rose, the rattling cowhide drums never stopped. The feathers on their heads were particularly dense, and they seemed to be of high status. The chiefs, wizards, and warriors rushed to the largest tent like ants. Mao Xingjian couldn't help but put down the binoculars and turned his head away.

"it's time!"

Almost at the same time, Song Yongzhong also put down the binoculars, looked into his eyes, and nodded heavily.

"Upgrade!"

Without too much nonsense, Mao Xingjian directly raised his voice and gave orders behind him.

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Amid the same rush of drumming, ten staff officers at one level, 240 officers and officers and deputy officers of the regiment, and even more than [-] officers and officers at the rank of the officer and officer of the company all arrived. They were not crowded in the tents, and the joint officer meeting was held directly in the barracks. The last line before the edge of the ditch.

Not only them, the soldiers who were relatively close together could also hear the conversations at the meeting clearly, and their eyes were full of doubts and longing on Mao Xingjian's body and back.

To be honest, although my father started with a gun, it was the first time for Mao Xingjian to mobilize before the war and personally boost morale. He looked into the eyes, even if he was silent for a few seconds. In his mind, Mao Jue's words A figure seemed to appear in front of his eyes.

"That's right, as you can see, the sky witch who killed the Indians in the west alone, the highest monk they believe in, and now the warriors of all the Indian tribes in the vast west of the New World have assembled to fight the lonely one to the death. The date of the decisive battle is today!"

As soon as the voice fell, the violent noise suddenly filled the whole place. Han people, Korean people, Heren, and military officers were whispering hurriedly and discussing with each other. Many people even showed a look of fear. Mao Xing fitness.

After waiting for the noisy sound for a few seconds, Mao Xingjian tapped the scabbard of the scimitar on the frozen ice wall on the ground. In the crisp voice, against the officer's comments, he raised his voice loudly.

"I know that you may be fearful or complaining. Who would a normal person want to run thousands of miles into the ice and snow to fight with barbarians who are more than ten times their own? But you have no choice. This place is more than 2000 kilometers away from the coastline. It is these malicious tribes, from here to the east coast, the distance is farther, there are more tribes in the wild, and there is nowhere to go! If anyone does not believe, do not stop them, you can try it now!"

"If you don't try your best, press these barbarians down hard and pierce their hearts! Cut off their heads and let them know that Daming's heavenly army is not easy to mess with. This, here, is our bone It's over, no kidding!"

Seeing Mao Xingjian's scabbard pointing at the restless tribe at the foot of the mountain, the discussion just now has quieted down again, because what the prince said is the truth, the originally chaotic and impetuous military spirit has gradually stabilized, and everyone knows that there is nothing wrong with it. Lu Ke retreated, and a firm look began to appear in his eyes.

But this was not enough, the scabbard was stuck in the snow, and Mao Xingjian's face unexpectedly showed a madness that did not match the Confucian education he had received over the years. He pointed his fingers at the faces of his subordinates and yelled crazily.

"In the past, the lonely father once said a word to Gu. A smart emperor would not talk about life, ideals, or great principles with his subordinates, because no one's ideal life is to fight people desperately on the battlefield with their heads in their hands and knives in their hands. At that time, Gu was very disgusted and felt that he was too philistine! To rule an empire well, you need to convince people with virtue and educate the people with the etiquette of a saint. Only a virtuous king can arouse the loyalty of his subjects."

"But today, I understand that what the father said is so fucking right! What is virtue? It is virtue to benefit the subordinates and let the common people live a better life! So I don't want to talk about it with you today. Reasonable, only discuss interests with you!"

Pointing at the foot of the mountain, Mao Xingjian roared excitedly, even a little hoarsely, his Confucian dignity was completely forgotten, spit spattered on the faces of the soldiers, and he roared incomparably high.

"The barbarians in front of us are the main force of all the barbarians in the six northern provinces in the west of the New World. As long as we kill them, all the land in the six northern provinces will be ours! Don't you want the land? If you win this battle, you will Landlords, farmers! Ranchers! Don't you want high officials? You are the lonely governor, general! Do you want money? The gold mines and silver mines here are up to you! As long as you are willing to fight with the lonely, all your wishes, the lonely Will be satisfied for you!"

Seeing Mao Xingjian thumping his chest, the firmness in his subordinate's eyes was gradually replaced by an emotion called fanaticism. Who wouldn't want to make some achievements after traveling thousands of miles to this strange place?Come to seal your wife and shade your son?Knowing what he could get, the emotion of compulsion turned into initiative. Mao Xingjian, the nearest few officers, could even clearly see the flames burning in their pupils.

However, at the moment when his emotions were at its highest, Liu Fenggu, the staff officer, twitched and whispered in a low voice.

"Then, the crown prince..., the bid to join the army is for the three thousand gold from the Minister of the Ministry of War, Mr. Sun's family. If you win, bid, bid..."

These words swept away the tense and excited atmosphere just now, and a group of officers couldn't help laughing. Mao Xingjian couldn't help shaking his head when he heard it, but even in the embarrassment of the fat man, Mao Xingjian still stepped forward and smiled. Hit him on the shoulder.

"Beauties love heroes. If you win this battle, tell her when you go back that you defeated the most barbaric Yidi and conquered half of the continent for Ming Dynasty. If this girl is still not moved, I will go and tell her for you in person." go!"

All of a sudden, this cunning fat man stood at attention and saluted: "Sign your heart and soul, and pledge your allegiance to His Highness!"

The morale was completely aroused. Looking at the straight chests of his subordinates with satisfaction, Mao Xingjian finally pulled out his saber, pointed at the Indian warriors whose eyes were full of upward tide, and shouted loudly: "Let They have seen and seen, what is the king's land under the whole world, and the king's ministers on the shore of the land! Let's go to war!"

"Go to war!!!"

Hundreds of officers were equally high-spirited, roaring and bowing down to salute the prince, and then strode and scattered in the huge army formation, waiting with their blood pumping and holding their weapons.

Looking at Mao Xingjian with shining eyes, even Song Yongzhong couldn't help but sigh with emotion, he is indeed a descendant of the Mao family, once it bursts out, it will be the blazing sun of everyone!He clasped his fists heavily, and under Mao Xingjian's expectant eyes, he also got on his horse. Amid the roar of the horses, the cavalry of the two regiments were like two dragons going out to sea, separated from the main formation, and rushed to the higher hillside on the right.

An exciting speech also made Mao Xingjian feel a sense of happiness breaking through taboos in his heart. No wonder there is an ancient poem saying, please go to Lingyan Pavilion for a while, like a scholar with thousands of households?This is what a man should do!

Looking coldly at the battle scars on his face, the ferocious tribal warriors raised their spears and bows fiercely, and charged towards the trench in front of him. The prince's face was also like a hunting lion, ferocious for a moment. And bloodthirsty, the cloak on his back was fluttering with the strong mountain wind, knocking the face-covered steel helmet covered with a layer of frost in the January sky on his head, facing them, Mao Xingjian held up his hand Heavy Damascus saber.

"It's time to settle the grievances and grudges between you and Gu!"

In his eyes, the soldiers of the Ming army at the forefront roared and slammed the triggers of their flintlock guns. Amidst the crackling sound like popping beans, those brave tribal warriors suddenly stopped in disbelief. Blood splattered holes burst out of his chest, and immediately rolled down the mountain heavily.

The flowing blood filled the pale snow valley with bright red colors!

Chapter 829. The Prince's Red Blood and White Snow

When a woman shows off her charm, nothing is better than dancing lightly and dancing with viburnum flowers, while when a man shows off his charm, nothing is like putting on a tough fight and fighting on the battlefield! Climbing a steep cliff, those wearing thin leather clothes even bare their chests The tribal warriors on the thighs showed off their strong muscles with strenuous exercise.

In the cold weather, streams of white air spewed out from their mouths and noses, tens of thousands of people rushed together, and the dense breath even condensed into a cloud above the crowd's heads. Tens of thousands of tribal warriors rushed up, the momentum was like Like a savage beast of a bloodthirsty hunt.

In response to the wildness of the Indian warriors, what the Ming army showed was rhythm and high efficiency. In the cold weather, in the fiery chamber of the flintlock, the burst of fire from the gunpowder was like the twinkling stars at dawn. In that way, the splendor and splendor one after another, the steaming white smoke also covered a thick layer over the Ming army.

After thousands of shooting trainings, the sergeants are proficient in manipulating firearms as if they were manipulating their own hands and feet. Every seven or eight seconds, a new row of gunfire blares behind Aiai, and the scorching bullets scream. The sound roared down, and compared with the strong muscles of the tribal warriors, this hot steel was more deadly.

In the sound of puffing, a blood hole suddenly exploded in the chest of the tribal warrior who was running wildly, and he knelt down on the snow with a muffled groan, followed by his legs twisted to the side unnaturally in the splash of blood, bringing The bloodshot white bones were directly inserted into the snow, and clusters of bright red were temporarily released in the snow like Ling Han's plum blossoms in full bloom.

Among the enemies that Dongjiang has fought against, even the strongest and most terrifying Houjin Eight Banners, the most desperate and numerous tent army, once encountered such fierce gunfire and borne such heavy casualties, they would have to collapse early However, even the stronger Spanish Musketeers still rely on formation restraint, full of fear.

But the group of North American Indians in front of them seemed like they were not human beings. Facing the colorful deaths in front of them, what they showed was not fear, but an indescribable enthusiasm. The ones in front fell down, and those behind followed , the right arm was broken, and the left arm dragged the heavy ax again. The Ming army fought against so many enemies. These tribal warriors from the New World are definitely the worst equipped, but their crazy fighting will is the strongest!none of them!

Moreover, they have a large number, as many as [-]. After all, the Ninth Corps has not yet reached the era when machine guns were kings, and they cannot achieve absolute firepower suppression. After paying the price of thousands of lives, they trampled on With the blood of their companions, the first batch of wild warriors, panting like cows, rushed to the front of the barrier.

The last round of gunfire was fired, and in the white smoke and dust, the warriors of some tribe who jumped up the barrier had blood holes in their chests, and fell down tremblingly, but closely behind them, a dense crowd rushed up again, There was no time to reload the bullets, so he directly stuffed the cleaning rod into the muzzle of the gun. The infantry in the next row roared and stabbed the bayonet up. The second time, blood splattered again, and dozens of North American warriors fell on the bayonet. Down.

However, even skilled bayonet fighting skills can't deal with so many enemies. A private soldier in the capital didn't know where he had just sent his bayonet into an enemy's chest. Subconsciously, he was horrified and wanted to pull out his rifle to block, but what frightened him even more was that the tribal warrior who was stabbed in the chest actually held his bayonet tightly with both hands, even if his hands were cut by the blade. All of them showed their bones!

bang~

The forged infantry helmet is still so hard, but the neck wearing the helmet is unnaturally tilted to one side, and the warrior of the Ming army collapsed to the ground.

Historically, the northern minorities have always been most willing to use blunt weapons, just like the Southern Song Dynasty sang, a thief has a mace, and I have a Tianling Gai!The more technologically backward the nation, the more willing to use blunt weapons to fight. After all, this thing is not high in technology and not low in lethality.

It was also the Southern Song Dynasty. In this era, the heavy armored arms developed to the limit. The infantry armor of the Southern Song Dynasty, the Xixia armor, and the canned cavalry in the West, but the most restrained of these heavy armors are blunt weapons. The tribal warriors with huge hammers and sticks restrained the Ninth Corps to a certain extent. The triangular mandarin duck formation of the three-person team just coordinated and killed four or five enemies in front of them. It was too late to draw out their bayonets. In the air, the sixth , the seventh, and the eighth heavy hammer and stone ax smashed over again.

Plop~ The huge ax was chopped on the chest, the refined forged armor was still so strong, but a piece of the chest collapsed, and the armored soldier was spitting out blood and fragments, but he knelt down on the icy snow field powerlessly.On the other side, a Ming infantryman stuck his head out and clicked the trigger on the second ditch. Amidst the whistling sound, a spear with a stone counterweight and a four-edged harpoon tied to Snake River came straight to him. Amidst the horrifying voices, the Ming soldier was thrown straight at him, clutching his chest, screaming and collapsing to the side.

Seeing that his first front line was almost overwhelmed by several times the number of Indian tribes, Mao Xingjian, who held his saber high, was not anxious or panicked, but his pupils revealed an unprecedented firmness and affirmation.

The beheading of the Heavenly Witch aroused the anger of the entire western Indians. It wasn't that Mao Xingjian got hotheaded all of a sudden, or became angry and put all his eggs in one basket like a lost gambler. On the contrary, it was because of his long-term deliberation.

Su Yu, Red Deer, and Black Hoof, two pots of boiling water, the patriarchs of the Sioux tribe, the leaders of the Apache tribe, through such a long time of contact, Mao Xingjian realized the fact more and more, that is, despite the social Primitive and with crude technology, these North American Indians still have a strong sense of cultural identity and centripetal force. They identify with their own culture. Looking back now, Mao Xingjian was able to conquer the Sioux and unite so many tribes. On the contrary, Mao Xingjian had become Sovietized, at least wearing the cloak of an aboriginal Indian, which made them agree a little bit, but he only took two wrong steps, and what greeted him was a complete loss!

It is too difficult to conquer these natives by enlightenment!After all, they are two races with themselves, and Mao Xingjian can compromise with Indian culture, which does not mean that all the Ming immigrants who followed him to the New World can compromise. The difference in ideology will inevitably lead to bloody battles between the two races. Land, fight to the death!

And he, Mao Xingjian, is Daming's crown prince after all!

So even though he could continue to take the path of compromise, he still ruthlessly killed those heavenly witches, broke out this battle in advance, gathered it together, and set it up on the battlefield he expected!

In the small-scale sabotage battles in the mountains and forests, these native Indian warriors who were as cunning as wolves were indeed kings, but in large-scale battles, they were still the Ming army's home field!It is still the strongest wave of North American Indians in terms of self-confidence and centripetal force. As long as they are completely defeated, these hunters in the mountains will no longer have such strong self-confidence to resist Daming!

Holding the saber high, Mao Xingjian roared crazily. Following his order, the sound of metal rubbing against the scabbard suddenly rang out again.