Every morning, Black Hoof would carry a cigarette pouch and pot and sneak to the mouth of the stockade and look south.

In fact, when Mao Xingjian was the chief of the Great Chief, the Su people were also very nourishing, and the wine they couldn't drink, ordinary people could also smoke cigarettes, they could get so much more food, and they could be rich enough to exchange the surplus food for a lot of good things in the Ming Dynasty.

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

But just when the old black hoof was full of good thoughts, on the snowfield in the distance, a burst of snow and dust suddenly steamed, and he immediately stood up vigilantly and looked into the distance.

Are the Cheyennes going to break the tradition and continue the war?

The brows were tightly locked, carrying a cigarette pouch and pot, and the black hoof hurriedly greeted it, and more than a dozen warriors at the mouth of the stockade also followed to meet it, in the snow, full of anxiety, the thorny fish was exaggerated waving his hands and roaring in a hurried tone, just two sentences later, the old face of the black hoof suddenly became pale.

Today's snow seemed to be bigger and more rapid, and after the rapid sound of the drums, the patriarchs of the various clans came out of their warm houses, and under the wind and snow, they drilled into the great temple of the tribe's public council, and in just a moment, the roars of anger had been heard one after another.

It didn't take long for the men and warriors of the Paiute tribe, and even the shield maidens and female warriors in the prime of life to come out of the house amid the shouts of their respective patriarchs, and carried a bag of food on their shoulders, and on the other shoulder they carried spears and spears, and big axes, and those with oxen rode on their oxen, and the army of Paiute tribe went out in such a hurry despite the wind and snow.

However, this time, Blackhoof did not travel with the army, and saw that the middle-aged men and women of the entire tribe rushed to the battlefield with a wave of anger and madness, but the old Indian's face could not help but show a deep worry.

In any case, there is no more peace!

Following the Paiute tribe, Lakta, Nakota, and Linghu, the six Sioux tribes quickly gathered all the tribes in their prime, and the streams gathered together, even larger than the last time they fought for the ferry, more than 9,000 tribal warriors, and more than 500 North American bison, staggering in the ice and snow.

Coincidentally, on the other side of the Snake River, the Apache tribe also packed up and embarked on the journey, the knights who also captured the Spanish horses lined up in front, and the tribal warriors behind carried throwing spears and spears prisoners of war, but the two completely opposite tribes seemed to be completely blind at this time, facing the Sioux people who were pulling a long column on the other side of the river, the Apache people were not even interested in turning their heads to take a look, and only trotted towards the upper reaches of the Snake River with their heads bored.

In the same way, they also turned a blind eye to the Apaches, and the Sioux also crossed the Snake River with their heads bored, and hung two or three miles behind the Apaches, trotting with their heads bored.

In the crowd, only Chilu, who ran at the end, looked back and sighed deeply, she clenched the throwing gun in her hand, and followed the pace of her own people with her slender and toned legs.

Not far away, a third army of race appeared on the horizon, the Shoshonees!

On the hornet's nest, Mao Xingjian did it! He succeeded in angering the entire western part of the North American continent! Not only the Sioux and the six tribes of Henan, but the entire Indian tribe that believed in the immortal god erupted into anger together, in the ravine, even the small tribes that he didn't know where to come out of nowhere were all carrying spears and stone axes into the ranks, and the big tribes were pouring out, and one Indian army after another was like a river flowing into the sea, constantly marching eastward.

This is the first time in the thousands of years of history of the North American continent that so many tribes have come together to crusade against one person!

However, at this time, as the Ninth Firebird Corps on the cusp of the storm, that is, the Crown Prince's Corps specially formed by Mao Jue for his eldest son, was still in the dark, and he didn't know that the fierce battle was about to take place at the next moment.

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

There's this unlucky name here, Wounded Knee Valley! Because of how big the gravel is here, the belching foot goes south, and the horses of the New World expedition have the danger of breaking their feet and knees here, so it is named the Wounded Knee Valley, but although the road is difficult to walk, it is a few through the Great Rocky Mountains, to the opposite Mississippi Plain must pass through, the Snake River originates from the Gannett Peak on the right side of this valley, the commanding height of the valley goes down, and several iceberg streams converge into one of the largest Mississippi River sources in the North American Basin, the terrain here is incomparably majestic and magnificent.

"Hurry up and get to work! Say what about you! Hurry up! ”

In the chaotic shouting, one by one the soldiers were lazily digging trenches with the sapper shovels issued by the army, and from time to time, the officers of the supervision scolded and stepped forward to kick it, but compared with the grass-roots officers, the senior officers were a little listless, and the gold wire glasses were lazily holding the binoculars and watching a mountain eagle chirp from this hill to the valley opposite them, and then simply kicked the boring kick to the other side of the squinting and didn't know if it was standing and dozing off the colleague Liu Fenggu's buttocks.

"Hey, Lao Liu, what do you mean by what do you say the prince is doing? Don't sleep in Lakta, those long-legged barbarian chicks, what are you doing here to eat the northwest wind? ”

"Where the fuck am I going?"

Disturbed and confused, Liu Fenggu hummed angrily.

"Hey, aren't you a celebrity in the eyes of the prince? Oops, the third level of merit, if you go back to Beijing, it will be enough to enter the General Staff, right? How could you not know? ”

"I don't know, I don't know, less fucking verbosity! If you have a temper, you go and ask that black bag face! ”

When it comes to Song Yongzhong, the golden wire glasses can't help but tremble, no matter how much you are a soldier, that master is not easy to mess with, they have a total of twenty military commanders, the most capable one is Tong Zamu, a second infantry regiment Liu Dakui, the third son of General Liu Liangzuo, good guy, because they were in a hurry a few days ago, the two of them and Song Yongzhong were on top, and they didn't use the golden scepter to press people, Song Yongzhong directly pointed to their noses and asked people to go to the back mountain, the specific experience of the big guy doesn't know, anyway, Song Yongzhong walked back by himself, and they let the orderlies carry them back, After lying on the stretcher for more than a day, he only got up on the third day, and no one in the army dared to baring his teeth with this grandfather from then on.

The descendants of the heroes who practiced martial arts didn't dare, and he was a civilian staff officer to inquire blindly, which was not enough for Song Yongzhong and the others to slap their mouths.

Liu Fenggu didn't know, and the golden wire glasses had no choice but to follow the front army formation, watching his subordinates digging pits and squinting.

But this kung fu, a sentry shouted loudly, and he suddenly shook his spirit.

"The prince returns to the camp!!"

After twenty-five days of walking through the mountains, Mao Xingjian is no longer the cream nobleman who just came out of Beijing, and his face has even been destroyed by the mountain wind and cold snow, and it has a few more wrinkles like those Indians, and it is also a lot darker, but compared to the prince who has just arrived in the New World, the high-spirited prince, Mao Xingjian at this time is like a Damascus saber hanging from his waist, without sharpening the dull and simple patterns, hiding the incomparable sharpness.

The accompanying groom also fell into the ravine, and under the support of the cavalry of the two New World expeditions, Mao Xingjian appeared in front of the tent with his cape like a savage, humming through the three thick snow walls outside the camp.

"Greetings to Your Highness!"

Under the leadership of Song Yongzhong, who got the news, more than 20 officers and military judges also stood up and saluted neatly, and they had the right to slam their beating hearts.

"Seven thousand nine hundred and eighty-six people from the Ninth Corps, and fifty people from the New World Special Expedition Cavalry Team of the Lushun Corps are here, and no one is absent!"

Listening to Song Yongzhong's energetic report, in the confusion of those subordinates, Mao Xingjian immediately returned the salute with a heavy military salute in high spirits, however, before he could shout two words of encouragement, there was a burst of noise, and it was overwhelming.

It was really like a black stream, and the combined forces of the Cheyenne and the Blackfoot people were like bursting the embankment, noisily rushing along the source of the snake river into the spacious Knee Wounded Grand Canyon, and the battle cries of the Indian warriors, even if they were two or three miles away, were still clearly audible.

In the sound of the telescope opening up, the severed head carrying the human head frame on the back rushed to the front like a wild bull, and the hideous heads swayed back and forth, and the minotaur-like open-nosed people had one or two heads hanging from their waists, and they opened their teeth and claws as if they wanted to eat people. The Cheyenne warriors who followed closely behind all painted their faces with hideous battle marks, and the ghosts' faces jumped up and down to meet the eyes of these civilian staff officers.

At the front of the line, little Henry rode a Spanish fast horse, waving a cowhide map high, and behind him, the big horned and broad face was really hideous like the Bull Demon King, and bursts of white gas erupted from his nose, making people have no doubt that he might choose someone to devour at any time in the next moment.

Without the slightest psychological preparation for battle, looking at the fierce and hideous aboriginal army, the golden wire glasses turned his head in horror, but what was reflected in his glasses was Mao Xingjian's murderous sneer, which was a few years older!

(End of chapter)