Mao Xingjian's request is simply unreasonable!

Not to mention that the big Indian tribes are fighting for territory with each other, and if they don't kill one side, they will not stop if they die and the old, weak, sick and disabled, as far as ordinary people are concerned, catch a robber at home, and give people good food and drink to send back? It was full of incredulity, and the two pots of boiling water were shouting loudly, and the wood on the roof was almost shaken off.

"Elder Great Chief, these Cheyennes are here to rob the land where our Sioux people have lived for generations, to forcibly seize our clear snake lake, the forest where deer run, and the fields with corn, my father's generation was captured and killed by the Cheyenne people, and sacrificed to their hunting gods, and now they are gelding, used as animal power, this is already the tradition of the great chiefs followed by all departments, if it is according to the previous tradition, these captives should be buried in the ground to worship the corn god!"

The fists smashed on the ground, and the two pots of boiling water roared angrily: "Great Chief, why do you want to put them back and let their warriors take up arms again, fight the warriors of the Sioux people, and slaughter our women and children?" ”

"Zi said...., because the three main gods of corn, rice and wheat that the Su people now believe in!"

After all, he was a literati, with a sharp mind, and listening to the hysterical questioning, Mao Xingjian stood up suddenly, his spacious sleeves were opened, and he said very godly: "Whether it is corn, wheat, or rice, those of us who later joined the Sioux on the other side of the ocean can eat it, and the soldiers of the Sioux can also eat it, and we can eat it!" The three gods are broad-minded, and treat mortals equally, if they are also converted to the three gods, in the future, everyone will cultivate crops on both sides of the snake river, eat enough and clothe warmly, and there will never be any more disputes, isn't it? ”

Mao Xingjian's shouting voice was full of emotion, and he seemed to have seen the wonderful scene of the idyllic song in front of him, but unfortunately, the prince's Confucian fraternity was still unable to appreciate the elders of the Su nationality, and below, those elders and chieftains lowered their heads and discussed in a hurried whisper, for a long time, the black hooves who were almost silent after abdicating to give way to Xian still opened their mouths dullly under the eyes of many chiefs.

"Great Chief. The three gods of corn are indeed fraternal, but their rules in the world are also who grows and who eats, you want to give up the land of the Sioux people to these outsiders and release these robbers who invaded the land of the Sioux people, the elders' ruling meeting is really impossible to pass! ”

With the words of the black hoof, a large group of elders and chieftains of the Su people nodded their heads one after another, this scene, Mao Xingjian who watched it was obviously stunned, since he became the master of this Su tribe, everyone opposed him, and it was the first time he had encountered it.

However, this scene touched the self-respecting reverse scale that he inherited from the royal family, and suddenly pulled out the sword hanging from his waist and slammed it to the ground, and in the horrified eyes of those Su chiefs, Mao Xingjian roared undoubtedly.

"This is a portent! You have to do what you say, or else! This autumn harvest, all tribes will be punished! ”

"Go down at once, another captive will be persecuted, and I will ask you alone!"

This time, the elders of the Sioux tribe finally quieted down, looking at the trembling sword, the black hoof helplessly bent down, followed him, and the rest of the people also bent down one after another, the eyes that were like boiling water were red, and the two pots of boiling water were stiff to the end, holding their heads proudly, until several chiefs of his clan pressed his head, and then pressed him down.

Immediately, a group of Sioux elders retreated from the temple one by one, watching the huge temple become empty again, and suddenly, Mao Xingjian also sat on the ground suddenly, panting heavily.

Just now he was a lot like a person! Much like a lone husband!

Chongzhen!

.........

At dawn, five or six thousand captives were pushed and shoved to the river, all of them were old drivers, and they knew the rules, and although they were exhausted, their weapons were taken away, and a group of warriors from Cheyenne, Apache, and Black-Footed tribes were still vigilantly looking around, even if they were slaughtered en masse, they had to twitch twice like fish in a pot.

The tenacity and stubbornness of the Indians are reflected here, even the Cheyenne warriors who were taken from their balls stood up with one hand on their crotch support.

But in their suspicious eyes, as if throwing garbage, the Sioux with the nails and spears of the ocean pushed them to the grassy beach, turned around and actually left, the footsteps rustled, and finally disappeared completely into the thick night.

What is the greatest fear of people? Fear comes from now! Just like a horror movie, the most frightening thing is not waiting for the ghost to appear, but before the ghost appears, the grotesque movement and noise, around, in addition to the rushing sound of the snake river, there is only the rustle of the grass industry blown by the wind, but it makes these exhausted captives dare not move, so they shrink together.

However, after experiencing fear for more than ten minutes, a strong fragrance suddenly wafted over, and immediately, a group of strange "Sioux people" with torches appeared in front of them.

On guard, an unwilling terrier, Jin Lao Liu, the ronin samurai Honda Civic Toyota Lei Ling from the Wa Kingdom held the hot porridge pot and smashed it to the ground, not to mention them, even later, the Hakka people who participated in the battle were not happy, and in the sound of ping-pong, the porridge was scattered all over the ground.

It's a pity that now Mao Xingjian has no heart to take into account their feelings, and Mao Xingjian is full of his huge ambition and desire to completely educate these natives, let them convert to the Chinese Confucian culture, and let them naturalize from the barbarism of Ru Mao drinking blood to the agricultural society of male farmers and female protagonists! Still with a huge crown of feathers on his head and a traditional blue linen cloak of the Indians, under the light of torches, Mao Xingjian strode in front of the leaders of the Cheyenne tribes.

Raising his hands high, he shouted in a rather sacred voice: "Lonely! Mao Xingjian is the crown prince of the Ming Empire! Also the Great Chief of the Sioux Clan! The oracle of the three gods of corn! ”

It's very sacred, but the translation is a lot weirder, yesterday's battle, Song Yongzhong, who knows many ethnic dialects, left without looking back, Su Yu didn't know Cheyenne yet, so he could only find a sorcerer who could speak Cheyenne from the Paiute Ministry, and Su Yu translated it for him, and he translated it to a group of captives.

Fortunately, the effect is extraordinary, what does the Prince of Daming represent, the captives don't know, but the Great Chief of the Sioux Tribe, the divine envoy, it means too much to them, the wizard has just finished speaking, the Apache Patriarch who was pressed against the stake by the terrier neck and almost beheaded is already a cougar roaring angrily.

"To sacrifice us to the god of corn? Sioux people, just do it! ”

Immediately after, the same hostile buzz sounded, and a pair of eyes were all vigilantly searching around, but to their consternation, Mao Xingjian actually shook his head again.

"It's true that it's a sacrifice to the three gods of corn, but it's not to kill you!"

With a wave of his hand, the fire shone on the full cauldron, and Mao Xingjian once again said very godly: "One person drinks a bowl of porridge cultivated by the water and soil of the Snake River, and then you can go back to the tribe!" The three gods of corn have forgiven you! ”

Listening to the interpreter, the captives fell silent in disbelief.

The prevalence of witch culture, even if it is fragrant porridge, it is not to drink casually, looking at each other for a long time, a man with a crotch of his pants, it is estimated that he was a man of the Huobi tribe who was asked for eggs by the Su people staggered out, on the side, obviously his people were worried about him, but he waved his hand, and the man staggered straight over, to the side of the pot, looking like he was at home, scooped up a shell of rice porridge and poured it into his stomach.

Under the nervous gaze of the captives of the southern tribes, the man limped back to the crowd again, and walked through the captives who had moved away, but when he was about to go out, the man fluttered and fell on the road, but in the exclamation, he got up again, staggered onto the wooden pontoon bridge that was still full of blood, and his figure gradually disappeared into the night.

With the first person to eat the crab, the rest of the people accepted it much easier, first sporadically stepped forward to eat porridge, left, and then the group followed, those hot porridge pots quickly saw the bottom, so that the terrier neck that followed them back to the camp to serve, looking at the captives who came to get a bowl of porridge, and the terrier neck who was still hungry rubbed his gurgling belly, full of sour humming.

"A group of dog barbarians, let them go and give them food, I really don't know what the prince thinks?"

"Why let us go? What kind of witchcraft are you doing in this white thing? ”

In the end, it is still a woman with more eyes, those clansmen are drinking porridge and leaving quickly, for fear that the Su people will regret it, the bayonet with his left hand covering his right shoulder is pierced, and the right hand is holding the porridge bowl, the heroic Apache female patriarch is full of vigilance and suddenly shouted and asked, listening to her shouting, Mao Xingjian, who was full of distress on his face, was also in a trance, and immediately, the prince suddenly showed a smile full of charm.

"Of course there is witchcraft, and this porridge can make you full and have the strength to walk back to the tribe, isn't this the most magical witchcraft?"

This explanation obviously made the cougar-like matriarch face full of confusion, and she was confused for a long time, and the sturdy woman simply gave up thinking, raised her head, and poured the porridge into her stomach, and then raised her hands and bowed to Mao Xingjian.

"No matter what kind of witchcraft, today the Great Chief of the Sioux Clan saved my life, and I, the Chief of the Apache Mountain Lion Clan, Chilu, owe you a life!"

After bowing, covering the deep wound, the woman also staggered slowly towards the other side of the river.

By dawn, the entire riverside was already empty, and if it weren't for the deep traces of ox's hooves on the ground, and the black and red blood stains that had not yet been swallowed and absorbed by the earth, this fierce war would have been as if nothing had happened at all!

Looking at the empty field on the other side of the river, full of hope and apprehension, Mao Xingjian put down the binoculars heavily.......