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bang~

The right arm seemed to be broken, the right arm armor that was raised suddenly finally blocked the blow before the fatal blow came, after the deviated dagger cut a deep mark along his hard neck armor, the heavy Dive into the snow.

The metal lighter with the phoenix engraved on it and hung on an iron chain rippled out of her chest with her body temperature.

Looking at the painful face of the female patriarch, two streams of hot tears rolled down Mao Xingjian's eyes, and suddenly, he also roared violently.

"Red deer! I'm sorry!"

Boom~

Amidst the violent explosion, the matriarch's light and delicate body rolled backwards, and rolled several times in a row. A dazzling red bloomed like plum blossoms on the snow under her, and her arms supported the snow. On the ground, he climbed up with great difficulty, and immediately the red deer suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood with pieces of internal organs.

But raising her head with difficulty, the red deer with the corners of her mouth full of bloodstains looked at Mao Xingjian who threw away the short-barreled shotgun emitting white smoke and leaned on the machete that was picked up again, trembling all over. A relaxed, joyful and sad smile came.

All along, Mao Xingjian felt that he was a strong man, but at this moment, he scolded himself for being an out-and-out coward. Hot tears blurred his eyes, his body trembled violently because of the pain, and he dragged his heavy Scimitar, it was extremely difficult for him to walk to the side of Chilu who was kneeling on the ground, and smiled at her painfully. The next moment, the wolf king who was also on the verge of death roared sternly, and Mao Xingjian raised his voice like Hanyue blade.

Kacha~

This knife emptied all the strength in his body, the scimitar was stuck in the snow, and he insisted on supporting his body, Mao Xingjian didn't collapse on the ground, and staggered over like a lost soul, his arms trembling, he was extremely difficult. Then he bent down and reached out to lift the hair in the snow.

Not daring to look at her face at all, the prince raised her head with great difficulty, but roared at the entire battlefield hoarsely.

"Aaaaaaaaaa!!!"

In the valley, in response to his painful roar, fierce horse hoofs thundered from the hillside, and then galloped down the mountain at the head of the mountain. Song Yongzhong's saber was sharply raised forward, and then suddenly chopped down, Amidst Mao Xingjian's roar, the cavalry charged down like a tiger descending a mountain, tearing a bloody gash in the crowd of Indian tribes.

Facing the irresistible cavalry, finally again, these brave Indians broke back...

Chapter 831. The Valley of the End of the Prince

Can Song Yongzhong turn the tide?

It's a pity that his team is too small!

Descending from the steep slope of the snow mountain, the galloping speed does not even need to be chopped, dragging a big knife and galloping forward, the tribal warrior who stood in front along the way was cut off a certain body part as if being twisted by a meat grinder, and died immediately. He cried and fell into a pool of blood.

The Indian army, which was attacking loosely, could not be stopped at all. The irresistible cavalry, who was like a god descended from heaven, tore through the battle line. The sickle edge tore a hole in the long army front, and had already attacked the various tribes of the Ming army camp. The Warriors finally collapsed their psychological defense.

On the entire 400-meter cliff, there are many Indian warriors dragging their weapons and panicking and yelling back. The team dispersed suddenly, followed by the broken tribal warriors and slashed all the way.

But this time, Mao Xingjian and Song Yongzhong agreed that when the enemy's entire army was dispatched and scattered throughout the battlefield, they would attack in one fell swoop and completely defeat the main force of the tribes in the west of the mainland. Unfortunately, before all the tribes could be mobilized, the camp But he couldn't hold it anymore, looking at the already crumbling handsome flag, Song Yongzhong couldn't bear the best time to play in the end.

Governing a big country is like cooking a small dish!The same is true for the battle of governance. If it is too early, the fire will not be enough, and if it is too late, it will be burnt. The instinct of the body almost didn't go through the brain, Song Yongzhong had already turned his body, and let the throwing gun pass by himself.

However, the large army formed by the Mongolian and grassland Han people he led was not so lucky. Amidst the screams, the dense rain of javelins led the cavalry of the Ming army to more than 100 people, and the setting sun at 04:30 shone dazzlingly on the In his pupils, he suddenly grabbed the horse and circled around. He turned around and looked around. The tall Huobi people had already lined up in front of the formation, and their armor-piercing heavy javelins were raised high, ready to go. Amidst the yelling and roaring of the tribal wizards, the fleeing tribal warriors also gathered again at a speed that seemed to be hanging, and once again set up their spears densely towards the front.

Many muskets captured by the Spaniards and Daming were driven forward amid shouts!Seeing this scene, Song Yongzhong didn't care about fighting at all, he blew the whistle suddenly, and immediately trotted up the mountain with his horse without looking back.

The brigade of cavalry followed him, turned around and retreated closely.

Mao Xingjian's battle results today are brilliant enough. Eight thousand troops fought against 8 people, defeated six attacks in a row, and killed and injured almost tens of thousands of enemies. Today, all the combat power in the vast western continent of North America can fight He cut down one-eighth of the number of men and women.

However, relying on the strength of only one corps, it is still difficult to resist half of the continent. When Song Yongzhong returned with his troops, the entire camp was already in a mess.More than a dozen field cannons collapsed on the bright red rampart wall, and there were corpses all over the mountains. Looking around, there were few people standing in the huge camp. Song Yongzhong even had the illusion that his entire army had been wiped out. !

With a whistling sound, the cavalry who followed him to complete the charge mounted their horses in a hurry, then hurriedly took out uncracked wheat from the bag, and hurriedly fed them to the mouths of the war horses. Just now Song Yongzhong did not choose to forcefully shake the Indian brigade. The powerful Ming cavalry is actually strong from the outside.

In the wild, if you only eat grass, the horse needs to eat seventeen or eight hours a day to meet the needs of the body. Compressed to one or two hours, this is why it was difficult for the ancient Central Plains countries to support a large number of cavalry troops. The food needed by a horse is enough to compare with more than a dozen infantry.

When I was in the Lakta Department, I could still use the wheat stalks and rice bran cut down in autumn as food to support the seven or eight parts of the horses. However, the Ninth Corps did not have a special supply team. It only relied on the marching carriage, and the food and grass for the people carrying it was not enough. , how to carry the horse?These days, the cavalry team turned over the valley every day to find bark and hay in the forest on the other side to feed the horses. The horses could only maintain a five-point state. After running for more than ten minutes, some of the horses were already trembling in their calves.

In this state, Song Yongzhong also knew that he could no longer fight!It's time to make a decision to save the entire Corps!He ordered his subordinates to be alert, and he rushed to the top of the trench with a saber in his hand.

The handsome flag was still standing there, fluttered by the mountain wind, facing the setting sun, covered with a layer of gorgeous colors, but under the protection of more than a dozen blood-stained soldiers, the one standing on the handsome flag The man below, however, knelt down on the ground slumped.

Not far away, a headless female body lay frozen in the ice and snow, a few strands of blood-stained black hair leaked from her arms, Mao Xingjian sat on the snow as if he had lost his soul, his right hand was swollen and unable to move, but his left hand In the middle of the day, he was still playing with an exquisite lighter with a chain.

"Prince!"

"I'm powerless to fight any more! The last general is the cavalry in the rear. It's still too late to retreat now. Once the sun goes down and Yin Man comes up again, there's no way to retreat! Your Highness, make a decisive decision for the general!"

Listening to Song Yongzhong's anxious cry, Mao Xingjian seemed to have finally come to his senses, but looking at the blood spots on his face, the prince seemed to have returned to the prince who had just arrived in the New World, and he grabbed the cold lighter with his left hand , but he asked casually.

"Brother Song, you are in your early thirties this year, right? The flowers are blooming and the branches are broken, and the flowers are empty and the branches are broken! It's time to get married! When I get back to Daming, I will introduce my sister to you alone, how about it?"

Unexpectedly, Mao Xingjian was still in the mood to make a joke at this point, he was so anxious that he almost burst out, Song Yongzhong clasped his fists heavily again: "Prince!"

But Mao Xingjian interrupted him with his hand again, and put the cold lighter back into his arms with a clatter, while his stiff right hand pointed forward with great effort.

"listen!"

Looking back in astonishment, on the dazzling horizon, at the other end of the valley, a few blurred shadows were barely reflected in front of Captain Cavaliers at this time, and he listened attentively to Mao Xingjian's words, a little stunned by the howling wind. Seconds, finally, a burst of joy was revealed on Song Yongzhong's dark face!

It was a rhythmic sound, bang bang~ bang bang~ bang bang~

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At the foot of the mountain, after experiencing the ferocity of cavalry raids and the hatred of Tianwu being killed, those Indian warriors quickly assembled again. At the front line, with the strange prayers of the tribal wizards, once again, inspired by the primitive religion, the fanatical tribal warriors, as if they were tireless, shouted all over the mountains and launched an attack on the Ming army barracks halfway up the mountain. charge.

But in the midst of the diffuse roar, suddenly, from the mountain, the stern and long ox horn sounded suddenly, and he turned his head suddenly in astonishment, the glare of the sun made Dajiao couldn't help squinting his eyes, Only then did he see clearly that behind him, on the mountain, small black dots overflowed from the other side of the mountain like a flood flooding over a dam!

"and also!"

I don't know who screamed in horror. From the original direction of the Snake River Plain, on the horizon, a dense black line is getting thicker and thicker. The exclamation is one after another. On the hills in all directions, more black spots are also suddenly broke into the eye.

At the beginning, Adelaina gave Mao Xingjian two reasons for not entering the Snake River Plain, one of which was lack of food!The second is that the Indian tribes are particularly good at guerrilla warfare in the mountains. If they are exhausted, it will take a long time!

But now, both problems have been overcome by Mao Xingjian. The six tribes of the Sioux tribe with a large amount of grain, almost all males were attracted to Wounded Knee Valley by him. Only the old, weak, women and children of the Sioux tribe remained. For the Delena Expeditionary Force, it is a grain depot that can be accessed at will.

Moreover, in the western part of the New World, more than 20 large and small tribes, almost all the forces capable of fighting were attracted here. These hunters in the mountains gave up the guerrilla raids they were best at, and fought dignifiedly with the Ming army in the closed valley!This is simply a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to annihilate them!

As long as there is some far-sighted coach, he knows that the opportunity will never come again, let alone Adelena, who has followed Mao Jue for many years and is the hand of the empire!From the very beginning, Mao Xingjian did not intend to solve all the problems with his own regiment. He was like the ice edges that were blown off the battleship by the wind more than a month ago. There was half a wave, but the omen he brought was a battleship as rebellious as a bull swaying in the strong wind, and the unparalleled strange force crushed these fragile ice layers!

Even after many years, the Indians who witnessed this war will never forget the fear they experienced that day. Heavy shrapnel shells fell on their heads like a meteorite at the end of the world, dragging black smoke and piercing whistling!The heavy and sharp shotguns were torn apart, and even the strongest warrior was as vulnerable as a baby in the face of this devil's witchcraft.

On the spacious Ruiya Avenue, the Ming army came out of nowhere and could not see the end. They shouted and charged forward. In their hands, crackling white smoke burst out one after another. Amidst the noise, slice after slice of tribal warriors fell into a pool of blood before they could even see each other's faces clearly.

But the most frightening thing was the overwhelming sound of horseshoes. Under the terrified gazes of the tribesmen, the heavy armored Ming cavalry was like an avalanche. The horseshoes splashed a large amount of snow foam and roared from the mountains in all directions. When they got down, trampled under the heavy hooves of the horse, the warriors of the entire tribe disappeared like autumn wheat.

Full of anger and the ferocity of a trapped beast, with a human head on his back, the burly chief with a cut nose cut his head and held up a tomahawk, hissing and rushing towards the rightmost Da Ming cavalry who charged over, and galloped over. At the forefront of the cavalry, looking at the tall barbarian, Liu Zongmin narrowed his eyes flatly, and leaned forward habitually with the Dapu knife in both hands, and the horses had already passed by with a crisp click.

Behind him, the human head on the back still hung there like a fruit, but the frightening and disgusting ferocious head at the front had disappeared, and the heavy body crashed to the ground, with a stream of blood like spring water Splash out.

In the center of the tribal army, listening to the terrified screams of his own people, Dajiao knelt down on the ground, and raised his hands to the sky like a prayer. Behind him, after a few screams, several people were also holding long guns However, the Central Plains infantry in heavy armor appeared there. Looking at the chief who was kneeling on the ground, several infantrymen looked at each other in astonishment. The next second, the sharp spear pierced fiercely.

In the sound of puffing out, a mouthful of blood suddenly spit out from his mouth, and he looked at the bloody gun head spouting out of his chest, the big horn finally bent towards the sky and raised his hands high, and as the gun head was pulled away, the southern The leader of the largest tribal alliance also threw himself down on the blood-red snow with a face full of despair and bewilderment.

Behind the entire army formation, Adelena, who was riding a white horse, was still wearing the thick woolen military uniform, and her cloak fluttered like a Valkyrie, pointed at the chaotic battlefield with a big ax in her hand. With some astonishment, she looked at the Ming army camp that was already surrounded by blood on the half hillside opposite, and then squeezed out a word coldly from her vermilion lips.