The horses' hooves splashed briskly with the snow, and the two regiments of more than 1,500 cavalrymen trotted out of the stockade leisurely, hanging behind the Rakta people who had run out of the village before, and leisurely watched the more than 800 Sioux people running behind the buttocks of more than 200 cows.

This time, the war no longer belongs to him, as for how many Su people died, now it has nothing to do with him Mao Xingjian, he actually easily has the heart to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the Snake River on both sides of the frozen bank in winter, as for a group of young master officers of the Beijing Division, they are hanging and admiring the healthy breasts and thighs of the running Su girl, and the little faces of the female soldiers who are pointing at the anger are red, but there is nothing they can do.

However, after more than 30 kilometers of progress, Mao Xingjian suddenly raised his right hand and stopped the entire cavalry team.

No need to move forward, Mao Xingjian is too familiar with this place, the last time he dominated the Snake River Plain, it was also the beginning of his career decline, crossing the estuary in the middle of the Snake River.

Here, the warriors of the Sioux have gathered a lot, about eight or nine thousand, and compared with the last war, the Sioux are also much more advanced in equipment, the front row is full of thousands of war cattle, the horns of the cattle are tied with sharp iron knives, and the warriors in the back also use iron axes, sickles, and hoes.

Or the commanding heights of the small dirt slope last time, after looking at the military appearance of the Su people in the back, Mao Xingjian stopped the army there comfortably, on the high slope, just like Mao Jue back then, he also set up another brass telescope the size of a small cannon barrel, looking at the opposite bank of the Snake River.

At noon, under the blazing sun, huge totem flags appeared one after another on the horizon opposite the Snake River, or the Cheyenne people as the main army, under the totem flag, this time the opponent's cavalry was a lot less, only about two hundred, but the telescope looked at those horses, Mao Xingjian's cheeks couldn't stop their muscles twitching.

He is the Liao horse of the Black Pearl Sailor Guard!

And just behind the cavalry, the Da Ming flintlock pistol with a bayonet, the Japanese samurai carcass pills that were integrated into the Ming Dynasty, the samurai long knife, the clay guns used for hunting, the axes used for chopping, and those things that once belonged to Snake City, all in the hands of this group of murderers!

Among the six divisions of southern Jiangsu, there are less apaches of snake totems, black-footed people who hunt totems, and open-nosed people of stone totems, and the warriors who came from the three divisions this time are far less than last time, only about 20,000 years old, holding back his anger and taking his eyes off the binoculars, Mao Xingjian shook his head with mixed tastes.

Everything was as he expected, and it was the grain that dominated the land!

The six Sioux tribes have been cultivating for a year, and in the western part of the New World, they are the richest, and the Apache tribe goes to help during the autumn harvest, because of their relationship with the red deer, they have more than enough food to eat the ice and snow to civilize the prey.

But the last time he raided the remaining five parts of Snake City, the loot was indeed a lot, but there was not much food, the fire under the mountain burned down most of the granaries of the Hakka people in Jiangnan, and I don't know if it was Nangong Bingwen or Chen Shi, who set fire to the granary of the Prince's Mansion before dying, so they could not distribute much grain, Mao Xingjian left the competition field of Snake City for more than a month, and more than 80,000 people estimated that there was not much food left.

Not surprisingly, the Sioux became the prey of these parts again.

If there are 5,000 cavalry in his hand now, Mao Xingjian is confident that he will let the blood of 30,000 Indians stain this riverbank red, and avenge the compatriots in Snake City, but unfortunately, only 1,500 cavalry still can't decide the battlefield.

However, knowing that the resurgent hatred between the Su people and the Cheyenne people was a big gain, he shook his head with emotion, and once again, Mao Xingjian lowered his head and continued to watch the play.

The two main protagonists came, and the whole scene also reached a climax, or the rules of war as always, several bosses went up to the road, scolding and scolding across the snake river, and then no accident, soon the road failed, and the black hooves and two pots of boiling water They quickly returned to the big team, and at the same time, the southern Jiangsu Indian troops on the other side of the river once again swarmed to the north bank of the river.

However, the existence of Mao Xingjian made the other party obviously learn a lot smarter, this time, the first to cross the river were some infantry, and the weapons in their hands were also all kinds of muskets and crossbow arrows captured from Snake City and the Spaniards.

Two pots of boiling water roared, thousands of oxen cavalry in front of the Sioux array took the lead in the charge, not even a cow saddle, but these Sioux people seemed to have the blood of nomads flowing in their bones, the thighs were forcefully clamped on the back of the ox, holding high the sickle and axe fiercely launched a charge, but before crossing the river, the infantry of the six divisions of southern Jiangsu had already knelt on the ground on a large scale, and pulled the trigger suddenly, crackling gunfire and arrow rain, the war bull in front of it fell to the ground like a hill, The Sioux cavalry trembled violently a few times like an electric shock, and several blood holes popped out of their bodies, and they fell off the cow in a dejected manner.

The indomitable momentum of the Niu Formation was suddenly contained.

Looking at the burst of gunshots, Mao Xingjian's pupils were full of haze, and in his mind, the face of little Henry who he encountered among the Cheyenne people once again appeared, if at that time

Tighten your fist hard! After a while, Mao Xingjian survived the pain in his heart, but he made a plan in his heart, this person must either be used for himself or must be removed! Otherwise, the threat to Daming is too great!

Mao Xingjian's thoughtful efforts, the battle situation below changed again, followed by the musketeers, and the more than 200 cavalry on the other side of the river also rushed up, once again crashing into the stagnant bull formation.

To tell the truth, the cavalry of the Cheyenne people are also rookies, the rough skin and thick meat of the cattle resist the collision, and the highly mobile war horses do not resist the collision, even if the galloping war horse hits the straight war bull, the front war horse screams and inserts it into the horns of the bison tied with a sharp knife.

Fortunately, the Cheyenne people did not expect the cavalry to come out, and once again restrained these bulky guys, and the third wave, carrying four-sided harpoons, heavy axes, and sharp scythes, the Cheyenne brigade infantry was also killed, and at the same time, the Sioux warriors who followed the ox cavalry to fight also came up, and in the narrow bull formation, the two sides successfully fought the war into a low-end melee.

Fortunately, there is no longer any need to care about the number of casualties, stay out of the matter, this big melee looks quite spectacular, more real and shocking than those super blockbusters in later generations, in the Mao Xingjian telescope, I saw the old acquaintance cutting off his head and shaking the head of a back, clicking an axe, directly unloading the thigh of a bull cavalry next to him, and then this axe also smashed into the strong side loin of the cow, and he couldn't pull it out for a long time.

On the other hand, the great wizard Hongyun is also riding behind a bull quilt, not so much that he is a mage, it is better to say that this guy is an archer, a compound bow from Daming on the back of the cow shoots like playing a piano, and he has mastered the essence of the cavalry a little, he is barely running around the back of the bull formation and shooting, in the neighing of the war horse, the Cheyenne cavalry, which does not have the upper hand, was killed by him several times in a row.

However, under this kind of melee, there is no tactic at all, the number of people is the advantage, and the melee lasted from noon to afternoon, and the Sioux still showed irreparable defeat.

In the crowd, the huge cow is a live target, especially both sides are cattle slaughtering masters, in the wailing, a bullock that was finally domesticated was stabbed in the heart, wiped the neck, and fell to the ground, without the barrier of the cattle formation, the Sioux who originally took the initiative to attack were also pressed to the north step by step, strongly squeezing the formation of the Sioux people, and the more than 20,000 warriors of the Cheyenne people almost all mixed the shallows of the Snake River.

And Mao Xingjian finally saw a more interesting scene, the Su people, who had been fighting with all their might and disdainful of the Ming cavalry that suddenly broke into the battlefield, turned back!

Black Hoof turned back three times in total, Great Wizard Hongyun looked back twice, and almost let him be stabbed by a spear again, as for Mao Xingjian's landlord now two pots of boiling water is looking back more often, a total of seven times!

"Okay, the Sioux people can't do it, go down and help them!"

Finally, Mao Xingjian also finished watching the play, put away the telescope tube with a click, threw it into the horse jacket, turned over and climbed onto the horseback again, listening to his orders, watching others fight and watch, the itchy grassland child Tong Zamu was so excited that he pulled out the horse and roared highly.

"Brothers, the prince has an order"

Before he could finish shouting, Mao Xingjian raised his slap again, stopping him, and in the stunned gaze of the cavalry under his command, Mao Xingjian's eyes were like the eyes of a snake, squinting gloomily at the battlefield under the mountain, and his voice was like a snake, cold and hateful.

"These Sioux people betrayed the Ming Dynasty, they are not worthy of the Ming people to shed blood for them, the cavalry went to the back of the Cheyenne people, attacked with muskets and bows and arrows, just contain these Cheyenne people, if you can't stand it, let these Sioux people die!"

"Oh, the last general obeys!"

The murderous aura suddenly disappeared by more than half, and the momentum of the charge was lost, and the large group of cavalry made an arc like sightseeing, which allowed it to the back of the entire battlefield.

But even if it was lazy and didn't want to fight, the Ming cavalry was still the Ming cavalry in the end, and behind the Cheyenne people who rushed forward in a daze, the crackling bean-like gunfire suddenly rang out, and the Indian infantry with their backs to them was also like an electric shock, with violent cramps and trembling, several blood holes erupted on their bodies, and they immediately collapsed to the ground.

Full of anger, abandoning the Sioux people in front, thousands of Cheyenne warriors carried war spears, turned around and wanted to find trouble with the Ming cavalry, but this group of people was definitely not warriors, they ran away after shooting, ran again, and the Mongolian cavalry behind the palace used the steppe horn bow to show them the Mangu shooting method of Genghis Khan's conquest of the world, and the rain of arrows fell like crackling raindrops, and the Cheyenne warriors who charged in front shot down dozens of them.

No matter how strong the troops are, they can't withstand the two-sided battle, and there is no way to take the mosquito-like Ming cavalry, and in the end, I don't know that the tribe shouted first, and then retreated according to the south bank of the Snake River.

But Mao Xingjian didn't mean to contribute at all, so he sent off the Cheyenne army to retreat safely, and gracefully circled in the complicated eyes of those Sioux chiefs, and walked back comfortably towards Lakta.

A day of bloodshed has come to an end! But with the appearance of the Ming army on the battlefield, the ups and downs of the Snake River situation have become a little more turbulent.

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