As soon as he fell asleep, he was pulled up from the bed, even Li Shuai had unkempt hair and sleepy face, and he was very unhappy before putting on his armor and coming out.

The tent is divided into two floors, and the small hall in front of the discussion is still lit with candles, in the candlelight, Song Yongzhong's face is cloudy, with a rigid face, but the princess is a small face full of excitement, and those big eyes are full of extraordinarily bright hope, it is estimated that she still provoked the matter. It's just that the anger can't be sprinkled on Mao Yu'er's head no matter what, and his face is pale, Li Dingguo asked Song Yongzhong gloomily.

"Lord Song, visiting late at night, do you still have objections to the general's decision?"

"General, this is Nikkukula, Celestial Witch!"

Song Yongzhong didn't say anything, just dullly moved out of the way, revealing the heavenly witch behind him with an old face like a rock in the Grand Canyon, and on the side, Mao Yuer's voice was light and pleasant like a lark.

"Heavenly Witch!"

This title made Li Dingguo's face twitch, although he had not experienced the Tianwu era like Song Yongzhong and Mao Xingjian, and had seen their terrifying influence, but he was also thunderous for a while, after all, the Aztec treasure incident that caused a stir between the North American continent and Mexico was provoked by them, and now the deity actually appeared in front of him, Li Dingguo frowned, and found that things were not simple.

Sure enough, Mao Yu'er's next words made his pupils burn with flames. Her face flushed with excitement, and the princess gestured her little hand and explained in a more hurried tone.

"This heavenly witch said that he has an internal response in Mexico City, and he can start a rebellion of the Spaniards in Montemala, and help us seize Mexico City!"

It's really a little short of breath, being able to be king in a foreign land and ruling millions of alien races, this temptation is really too big for Li Dingguo, but after pinching his chin and staring at the weathered rock-like old face of the heavenly witch for a few minutes, his breathing is still stable.

There is no such thing as an idiot's lunch! What's more, the Ming Dynasty can also be called a friend or foe for a local religious force like Tianwu, and the Tianwu sacrifice that has been inherited for hundreds of years was cut off at the hands of the prince Mao Xingjian, although I don't know how to survive in front of me, but the hatred of destroying the door is not so easy to resolve, right? It's no wonder that Song Yongzhong's face has become so ugly, as a witness of this time, he definitely understands this hatred better.

It's just that rule Mexico and become the king of the extraterritorial! A few minutes later, Li Dingguo couldn't help but pinch his chin and asked in a low voice.

"What are the conditions of the Heavenly Witch?"

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

"Holy Land?"

Li Dingguo is not interested in the first two conditions, the belief in Huaxia is already quite relaxed, if the White Lotus Sect is not tossed by itself, the government is not interested in caring about it, how to rule has to be said after he really takes down this huge empire, but what is sent back to the holy land is in front of him, Li Dingguo immediately grasped the main point, and asked hurriedly.

"Where is the Holy Land?"

"It should be going south, about here!"

I also want this military merit too much, and prove myself to Mao Jue, Miss Yu'er shook off the map in a hurry, and pointed her finger on the newly painted bright color, this position made Li Dingguo's brows lock again.

This land has surpassed that of later Mexico, and is about 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 the west of the Andes to Peru, Cuba, Puerto Rico, Chile and Argentina, are its colonies, if according to the conditions of Tianwu, it is equivalent to advancing to the hinterland of the Spanish colonies, getting farther and farther away from the Ming colonies in North America, which is the same as Li Dingguo's previous plan, to walk north next to the Ming colony of Mexico to cut a piece of meat, the plan is completely different.

If you agree, this is an amazing gamble, if you win, he will dominate Mexico before Mao Xingjian and become the real king of the feudal town, and if he loses the bet, he may be wiped out!

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

Pinching his chin, Li Dingguo gave the order as if he couldn't put his beak on his beak, however, this Tianwu shook his head expressionlessly, and the next moment, an extremely sharp murderous aura erupted from Li Dingguo's pupils.

"If you don't promise Ben General, Ben General will kill you!"

There was a bang, and again, this day the witch lifted the tiger skin cloak, and the hideous wound was once again exposed in front of Li Dingguo, his voice was as sharp as obsidian rubbing the gravel, and hoarse as the neighing of a crow.

"At the Tower of Babel, the immortal god pulled his servant back from death and gave him a mission, and if God's mission ends here today, let God take back his servant's life!"

The three bayonet marks, as well as the bullet hole from the revolver, are all on the chest, even Li Dingguo is a little unimaginable, how he survived.

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

"How can I trust you?"

"General from the realm of heathens, you hold the crystal skull of the gods' holy relic! This is already a sign of God, if you still question God's mission, the Montemalla garrison in Mexico City, all three clan leaders can send the eldest son of the family as a hostage! ”

The so-called Montmara Army, is the first batch of the native allies who defected to the Spaniards, the original Spanish population in this land was too small, to maintain colonial plunder rule also had to rely on the force of this part of the people, so they were given preferential treatment, let them convert to Christianity, and constantly intermarry with the Spaniards, now this army of 20,000 people is mostly a mixed descendant of these tribes, but by the root, they still belong to the Spanish Indians.

The command of this army was also in the hands of the three major tribes at the beginning, and the eldest son of the leaders of the three tribes took hostage in his own army, which was quite reliable, again, Li Dingguo was silent for a few seconds, and finally, under the temptation of ambition, he nodded heavily.

"It's a deal!"

Mao Yu'er's little face suddenly showed a cheering victory smile, but Song Yongzhong's face was even more rigid and rigid.

.........

Wealth and danger are sought, generals are sometimes no different from gamblers, this time, Li Dingguo is pressed all his net worth, and the army that was originally preparing to go north was stagnant for three days, and this day Wu also made the promise, and brought all three protons over three days later.

After more than a hundred years of cultural assimilation, the three eldest sons of the Indian tribes have been dressed like the Spanish nobles, shirts, bib pants, combed hair, all three are between twenty and thirty years old, but their skin is darker, and the facial contours are also particularly heavy on the characteristics of native Indians.

Following the Heavenly Witch, the three young men sat in the tent in a calm and quiet manner that did not match their age.

Li Dingguo paid more attention, and leaned more than ten meters against this tent, and in the other tent, along the hollow, three eyes looked gloomily, and a moment later, the fat priest who surrendered to him in Te Pik City turned his head in disbelief and screamed in disbelief.

"Command Colonel Furogba, Giorgrirolo, Havanaga, the three heirs of the Montmara army, how did you catch it, God, it's impossible?"

Without explanation, Li Dingguo directly waved his hand to let them go down, and then the Spanish priest of Leon City brought them in from another angle, and also looked through a few holes, and after a while, the same terrifying voice came out.

After five or six waves of testing in a row, each wave of people clearly recognized the identities of these three hostages, Li Dingguo's vigilance was relaxed, and in the heavy footsteps, with the elated Mao Yuer, he finally appeared in that room, looking at the four identical expressionless faces looking at him, the southwest military god nodded proudly.

"If the transaction is successful, go now!"

But even if he got his approval, Tianwu's weathered rock-like old face did not fluctuate in the slightest, he just nodded indifferently and slightly, and then sat back cross-legged meditatively.

At this particularly important moment, Song Yongzhong did not appear here.

More than ten meters away from the Ming army camp, in the small woods, six small packages were taken out by him, and the remaining five under his command were each given one, and the last one was firmly hidden in his own chest.

In the neighing of war horses, the mighty Ming army packed their bags and drove to the unfamiliar south, starting the biggest gamble since this expedition.