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It's better to raise the army to go north now and grab a piece of land along the coast of Mexico. Even if the prince comes in the future, he can pack up part of the population and return to San Francisco.

So he struggled with pain for a few seconds, Li Dingguo still shook his head firmly: "The general is incompetent and can't take down this city. If the princess has a way to win, all of the more than [-] troops will be handed over to His Highness. Although the princess goes to conquer, I will wait for your highness to win the battle!"

This is the end of the conversation, seeing Li Dingguo return to his tent stiffly, Yu'er was so angry that her little face turned pale, and Xiao Manxue stomped on the ground angrily.

"Elmhead! Coward! Deserves no girls!"

"That's right. Thanks to the fact that General Li boasted so much before he left for the expedition, he turned out to be a big talker!"

Now it's time to find out Miss Yu'er's temper, and she strokes the donkey and the hair, and Song Yongzhong also nods in agreement with joy.

Needless to say, the little girl's friendship was often established by talking about someone. Hearing Song Yongzhong agree with her, Yu'er was obviously more pleasing to the eye when he saw the expression of this black-faced monster.

She came all the way here just to take a look, and she had to go back at a loss, but Mao Yuer is not an unreasonable woman. She also knows that without Li Dingguo's cooperation, driving these people to war is tantamount to bringing sheep. Like fighting a tiger, despite her depressed stomach, she still packed her bags at night and planned to follow her northward.

But when this little girl was moaning and folding her clothes, she had no idea at all. Right behind her, under the flickering of the candlelight, a huge dark and hairy shadow suddenly appeared, with huge black hands, savagely coming out of it. The back stretched out to Princess Yu'er who was unconscious.

hum~

The sound of the sword sound suddenly sounded.

The outstretched hand stopped abruptly, and he rushed in from the door. The long sword pointed coldly at the uninvited guest's throat, his gaze was like lightning, and Song Yongzhong shouted and asked murderously in the local language.

"Who!"

Only then did I realize that there were two big men in my tent, and Xiaoduo screamed in fright and sat on the ground directly. Looking at the guy's head, he also yelled in frustration.

"Where did the pervert come from! Dare to break into my aunt's tent, and die?"

But this old Indian with a bear skin on his body and a face as old as tree bark didn't have a trace of panic, not even the slightest expression. His eyes were like those of a dead person, and his voice was as ugly as rust. The iron bars smashed together made a harsh sound.

"As expected of the New World Expedition Team, Mingren is the most ferocious dog in this land!"

Seeing the traces of anger on Song Yongzhong's face, the old Indian suddenly tore open the bear skin wrapped around his chest. Two hideous scars and a bullet hole clearly appeared on the old guy's chest. Explained his identity for the cruel and difficult way.

"Heavenly Witch!"

Chapter 900. Honey or Poison

As soon as he fell asleep, he was picked up from the bed. Even handsome Li had disheveled hair and a sleepy face. He put on his armor and came out very unhappy.

The tent is divided into two floors, and the small meeting hall in front is still lit with candles. In the candlelight, Song Yongzhong's complexion is cloudy, with a rigid face, but the princess has a small face full of excitement, and her big eyes are filled with a special feeling. Brilliant hope, it is estimated that she provoked the matter.It's just that the anger can't be spilled on Mao Yu'er's head anyway, Li Dingguo asked Song Yongzhong gloomyly.

"Master Song, visit late at night, do you still have objections to this general's decision?"

"General, this is Nick Kukula, the Heavenly Witch!"

Song Yongzhong didn't make a sound, but moved away dully, revealing the sky witch behind him with an old face like a rock in the Grand Canyon of Colorado. On the side, Mao Yu'er's voice was as light and cheerful as a lark.

"Heavenly Witch!"

This name made Li Dingguo's face twitch. Although Song Yongzhong and Mao Xingjian did not experience the era of Tianwu, and saw their terrifying influence, but this time he is also very popular. After all, the North American continent and Mexico are making a commotion. The Zitek treasure incident was provoked by them. Now that the deity actually appeared in front of him, Li Dingguo frowned, realizing that the matter was not simple.

Sure enough, what Mao Yuer said next made his pupils burn with raging flames uncontrollably.Her face was flushed with excitement, and the princess clapped her hands and explained in a more hasty tone.

"This celestial witch said that he has internal support in Mexico City, and he can start the Spanish Montmara garrison riot and help us capture Mexico City!"

It's really short of breath. To be king in a foreign land and rule millions of foreign races, this temptation is too great for Li Dingguo, but he is just pinching his chin and staring at the weathered rock of the Heavenly Witch After a few minutes of looking at the old face, his breathing became steady.

There is no such thing as an idiot's lunch!What's more, Daming can be regarded as an enemy and not a friend to local religious forces like Tianwu. The Tianwu sacrifice that has been passed down for hundreds of years was cut off at the hands of Prince Mao Xingjian. Hate is not so easy to resolve, is it?It's no wonder that Song Yongzhong's face became so ugly. As a witness of this time, he definitely understands this hatred better.

But, rule Mexico and become the king of the outside world!A few minutes later, Li Dingguo couldn't help pinching his chin and asked in a low voice.

"What is Tian Wu's condition?"

"Respect their freedom of belief, like the rule system of the crown prince and boss on the Snake River Plain six years ago, and return the crystal skulls to the Holy Land to start the sacred sacrifice of their thirteen skulls."

"Holy place?"

Li Dingguo is not interested in the first two conditions. China is already very loose in terms of beliefs. If the White Lotus Sect hadn't been tossing around on its own, the government would not be interested in taking care of it. No matter how you rule it, you have to take down this huge empire yourself, but what is sent back to the Holy Land? But in front of him, Li Dingguo immediately caught on to the main point and asked hurriedly.

"Where is the Holy Land?"

"It should be going south, about here!"

I really want this military achievement too much, to prove myself to Mao Jue, Miss Yu'er shook the map all at once, and pointed her finger on the freshly painted bright color, this position made Li Dingguo's brows furrowed again for a moment.

This place has surpassed Mexico in the later generations, and is in the position of Nicaragua in the later generations of Central America.

Spain's territory in Central America and South America is not small. From Mexico to the south, to Peru to the west of the Andes, Cuba, Puerto Ri, Chile and Argentina are all its colonies. The heartland moved forward, farther and farther away from Ming's colony in North America. This was the opposite of Li Dingguo's previous plan to go north and cut a piece of meat on the edge of Mexico next to Ming's colony.

If he agrees, this is an astonishing gamble. If he wins the bet, he will dominate Mexico before Mao Xingjian and become the real king of the feudal town. If he loses the bet, the entire army may be wiped out!

"Help Ben take down Mexico City first, and then send troops to each other to send crystal skulls to the Holy Land!"

Holding his chin, Li Dingguo gave the order as if he couldn't stand his beak. However, the Tianwu shook his head expressionlessly. The next moment, a particularly sharp murderous aura erupted from Li Dingguo's pupils.

"If you don't agree to this general, this general will kill you!"

With a clatter, the Tianwu lifted the tiger-skin cloak away again, revealing the hideous wounds in front of Li Dingguo again. His voice was as sharp as obsidian rubbing gravel, and as hoarse as the neighing of a crow.

"In Tongtian Pagoda, the God of Longevity pulled his servant back from death and gave him a mission. If God's mission ends today, let God take back his servant's life!"

Three bayonet marks and a hole from a revolver were all on his chest. Even Li Dingguo was a little hard to imagine how he survived.

He is a ruthless man!The threat didn't work, and Li Dingguo finally made a concession. After a dull moment, he asked again helplessly.

"How can I trust you?"

"General from a pagan country, you are holding the sacred crystal skull of God! This is already a sign of God. If you still question God's mission, the Montmara garrison in Mexico City, the three clan leaders can Send the eldest son of the family as a hostage!"

The so-called Montmara Army was the first group of local allied tribes who turned to the Spaniards. At first, the Spaniards had too few people in this land, and they had to rely on the force of these people to maintain their colonial and plundering rule, so they were given preferential treatment. , Let them convert to Christianity, and continue to intermarry with the Spaniards. Today, most of the 2 troops are mixed descendants of these tribes, but fundamentally, they still belong to the Spanish Indians.

The command power of this army was also in the hands of the three major tribes at the beginning. It is quite reliable that the eldest sons of the three tribe leaders took hostages in their own army. Once again, after Li Dingguo was silent for a few seconds, finally, under the temptation of ambition, Next, he nodded heavily.

"A word is settled!"

Mao Yu'er's small face immediately revealed a joyful and triumphant smile, but Song Yongzhong's face became more serious and rigid.

.........

Seeking wealth and wealth, generals are sometimes no different from gamblers. This time, Li Dingguo put all his wealth on his hands. The army that was planning to go north was stagnated for three days. This day, the shaman also kept the promise. Three days later, the three All the protons were brought over.

After a hundred years of cultural assimilation, the three eldest sons of Indian tribes are no different from Spanish nobles in terms of clothing, shirts, overalls, and combed hair. All three are between [-] and [-] years old, but they His skin is darker, and the features of native Indians are also extraordinarily heavy in his facial contours.

Following Tianwu, the three youths sat cross-legged quietly in the tent with a calmness that did not match their age.

Li Dingguo paid more attention, and leaned against this tent for more than ten meters. In the other tent, along the hole, three eyes visited the past gloomyly. After a while, the fat priest who surrendered him in Tepic City was full. He turned his head in astonishment, screaming in disbelief.