As with all epic battles, fierce bloody battles fought all night in the dark, and before dawn came, it was the end, when the rolling red sun once again rose vigorously from the east, and the huge battlefield had been painted into a splendid snow and plum blossom.

It's just that the plum blossoms that bloomed in Ling Han looked so cruel.

The slightly yellowish stamens were the corpses of the war, and the bright petals that spread nearby were the blood that diffused out.

It is a pity that even the civilized and moderate Ming Dynasty still followed the path of the Western powers in this new continent, ending with large-scale violence and killing.

Until the early hours of the morning, the sergeants with blood and frost on their armor and hats were still tirelessly patrolling the battlefield, rummaging through the piles of corpses.

A pile of corpses stacked with several layers of corpses moved slightly, and immediately attracted the attention of two nearby Ming army spearmen, one of them used a spear shaft to pull away the corpses that had been frozen stiff above, and the following one was only a teenager, I don't know that the young man of that clan took a frozen face and showed it, looking at the Ming army, yesterday was still under the instigation of the tribal wizard, the tribal boy who was not afraid of death, but now the young face was full of fear of death, full of expectation and pleading, and asked for help from the two Ming soldiers with difficulty.

But seeing that he was cut off by a katana more than half, and his thighs were already exposed, he muttered, and the other Ming army directly stabbed the spear down, and in the sound of poofing, a new flower was filled in the gorgeous plum blossom picture for the time being.

Although in last night's battle, the resistance of these tribal warriors was extremely tenacious, enough to be called a succession, and even if most of Liu Zongmin's command used cold weapons, in comparison, the weapons and equipment of these tribal warriors were still too poor, in half a night, the expeditionary force surrounded on all sides slaughtered nearly 40,000 of them, only a few thousand people fled in horror through the snow-capped mountains in all directions, and the remaining 20,000 were completely mentally broken, put down their weapons in fear, and knelt on the ground in despair to be prisoners

The infantry cleaning the battlefield patrolled the battlefield, collecting some of the precious metals worn by the warriors, while on the other side, a large number of Ming troops were happily driving away the prisoners.

Those tribal warriors who once fought with cougars and coyotes under the sky and white clouds are now dejected and drooping their heads, bound by the thick hemp ropes of the army tied to military supplies, and are led out of the battlefield by the Ming army one by one as docile as leading animals, waiting for them is no longer forgiveness, but the tragic fate of being imprisoned on the farm as serfs, or sold to the Yukon Governor's Mansion in the north, and becoming mine slaves.

The Ninth Corps had done their duty, listening to the roar of the battle last night, and they did not return to the battle, but only rested and licked their wounds.

It wasn't until ten o'clock in the morning, until the army under the mountain began to gather, that he belatedly ordered to blow the rallying cry and led the army down the hillside fortress of Wounded Knee Valley, which had been stationed and guarded for more than ten days.

After all, it was the first army that resisted 80,000 enemies alone, and the Ninth Corps also paid a heavy price, killing more than 600 people and seriously wounding hundreds, as for minor injuries, everyone took them, even if Mao Xingjian himself hung his right hand with a white cloth, limping at the forefront of the army.

Behind him, two pro-soldiers carried his white cloak with emotion.

Just as the team was slowly marching towards the flat snake river, there was a sudden chaos in the other Ming army that was collecting the prisoners on the side, and in the group of captives who were wearing strings, a female warrior wearing a feather crown composed of several feathers on her head suddenly rushed out of the crowd, and hugged his boots in horror in the vigilance of the guards around him pulling out their knives.

"Save ......, save my ......"

The familiar and stumbling Chinese made Mao Xingjian can't help but turn his head and look down. The woman seemed to have a face similar to that of Chilu, and under her eyes full of fear, two squinted war lines were obliquely drawn there, and after a trance, Mao Xingjian remembered that during the Autumn Harvest Festival a few months ago, the girl who was holding his hand at the other end and dancing around the fire was her!

But it was just a thought, and after glancing at each other, in the woman's full pleading, Mao Xingjian still pulled out his boots from her arms, stepped on the cold snow indifferently, and continued to walk forward with his army.

Looking at this scene, the Ming army that chased out on the edge was obviously relieved, followed by two steps as if holding down the prey, pressed the woman who still wanted to chase and beg in the cold snow, grabbed her hands and feet fiercely and put them behind her back, and then tied her up with a military hemp rope.

"Save ......, save my ......"

Hands and feet were tied on her back and knelt on the ground, listening to the sound of drawing a knife behind her, full of fear, the woman was still screaming in despair, but Mao Xingjian never looked back, as the blade fell, in the crisp click, the severed black long hair catkins were scattered by the mountain wind, and a red blood was poured on this cold land, watching the Ming army come back with the woman's head, the prisoners who were in custody trembled with obvious fear, and lowered their heads again, was pierced by the Ming army one by one with a rope.

Hearing that there was no more life behind him, Mao Xingjian couldn't help but pause and sighed heavily.

"I'm a king, not a hero!"

But it was just a sigh, and taking away Chilu was already the last time he was willful!

Although she has only known Chilu for half a year, the matriarch is explaining to him the responsibility and burden, she can fight for Apache until the last moment, and fight to the death with her lover, he Mao Xingjian was born as the prince of Daming, and what reason is there not to fight for Daming? And what reason is there to interfere with the prestige of those Ming soldiers because of their extravagant compassion?

But it's okay, even if you can't help yourself, even if you have an innate responsibility! Life isn't always black and red, either! Just as Mao Xingjian sighed, an excited sobbing suddenly rang out in front of him.

Although he was blind, Han Xiaomo was still miraculously, and he was the first to recognize him in the crowd, and in Song Yongzhong's somewhat sour face, Zhang Fenggu's snickering grin, Han Xiaomo, who suddenly ran out of the army, hugged him in his arms with a cry of joy, sobbing in fear, and this girl was still chattering and complaining.

"Who told you to run around! Back to Daming, I must complain to Sister Changping and Uncle Emperor, and let them clean you up and clean you up!!"

Not far ahead, Adriana was still handsome and carrying the bronze skewer that she represented the military power, looking at it slowly, watching him look up, a warm and playful smile appeared on the face of this foreign aunt, seeing Mao Xingjian once again shook his head with a helpless wry smile, and then put his only movable left hand on Han Xiaomo's soft hair.

"Alright! Listen to you, go back and let them clean me up, okay!"

"Oops! What's wrong with your hands, how did they hang up? ”

"It's okay! It's just a fall!"

Women really can't be pampered, it's rare that Mao Xingjian didn't pout her, this girl still took it, pouted arrogantly, and Han Xiaomo snorted angrily.

"Let you get rid of your little aunt and me! It's broken! ”

But this girl's heart is still soft, and after a little venting, she immediately reached out and stroked it in a hurry, and asked anxiously: "Where is it broken?" Hurry up and show me!"

Can you see it? Mao Xingjian thought helplessly, but today, no matter what, he didn't seem to be angry with this girl, holding her little hand with his left hand, Mao Xingjian whispered helplessly in her ear.

"That's a lot of people! I'm the crown prince after all! Save me some face! ”

"Crowded?"

In an instant, her little face turned red, and her little hand grabbed Mao Xingjian's right hand in fear, and she shrunk her little brain timidly: "Then let's go!" ”

"Yes!"

Hugged by her arm, this time Mao Xingjian never looked back, leaving the battlefield full of corpses behind, and he walked down the mountain without looking back.

…………

The cold winter is cold and cruel, everything is smashed, and life is cut off, but the long winter is finally sometimes, after a cruel death of winter, the warm spring finally returns.

And this year, the Snake River Plain is particularly vibrant.

In fact, only two of the expeditionary forces under Adriana were transferred from the active Ming army, one was the Ninth Prince Corps, and the other was the Third Advance Corps of the Xuzhou Army that she is now leading personally, and most of the remaining ones were unwilling to return to their hometowns with severance pay and unwilling to accept the reorganization of the Ming army after Huguang incorporated the remnants of Dashun.

If it were all dynasties, for such a force, I am afraid that it would be a butcher's knife to be held high and a pit would kill something, but Mao Jue gave them a third way to choose. Now it seems that they have made the right choice!

The Sioux people, the Apache people and the unknown number of tribes densely scattered in the vast west in the cold winter, completely dissipated in the clouds of history, those under the command of Mao Xingjian, the Su people worked hard to reclaim the dry fields, and finally belonged to the hands of these Ming expeditionary force soldiers.

The reason why the army started from northern Shaanxi and fought in the world for more than 20 years is because of the crazy annexation of the landlords and gentry, so that they have no place to stand and do not accept the reorganization of Mao Jue, but also because they no longer trust those outspoken non-commissioned officers and masters, here, the wishes of these peasant uprisings are finally satisfied, there is fertile land for them to cultivate, and there is no longer a greedy scholar clan to take advantage of it, especially here, the relationship between the Ming government and them is no longer the relationship between the ruler and the ruled, Rather, it was more akin to a joint relationship, as previously promised, that for every town of 500 people, the imperial court would knight their leader, and allow them to govern themselves without violating the Great Ming Law.

This relationship is very similar to that of the member states of the later American imperialism and the central government.

From one side, Mao Xingjian's wish has been achieved, the entire Snake River has been upgraded in the hands of these expeditionary soldiers, and the neat fertile fields are watered like patches, neatly appearing on both sides of the Snake River, clusters of lush new shoots, gratifying in the brown and black soil vigorously showing their heads.

However, at this time, Mao Xingjian, who ruled the Snake River, was not the simple prince who grew up in the deep palace, the hands of women, and was surrounded by sour and rotten old Confucians! He has the most valuable experience to achieve a party's hegemony.

The king is the people! Domineering complement each other!

After resting for two or three months, the Ninth Prince's Corps is now majestic and proud, but this time, it is no longer limited to the narrow Snake River Plain, walking through the Wounded Knee Valley where thousands of corpses are buried, and climbing over the towering Rocky Mountains.

And this time, Mao Xingjian is no longer so good at talking!

Next to the Mississippi River, a Mandan camp, the army directly surrounded the small tribe of three or four thousand people, hanging an arm, Mao Xingjian was domineering and personally kicked the horse to the gate of the village, and roared at the village in Su majestic.

"Lonely is the Prince of Daming! The Heavenly Witch Slaughter on the other side of Rocky Mountain is also! By the orders of my father! Educate in this wild land! If you open the gate of the wall, accept the rule of the Ming Dynasty! Daming can keep your side safe and water, if you dare to resist the heavenly army! Burn the jade!"

Last year's war had already spread far and wide along the Rocky Mountains, but the Indians were still so stubborn, standing in front of the simple stockade door, the clan chief with feathers on his head like sunflowers screamed and cursed, and then closed the stockade door again, so angry that the corners of Mao Xingjian's mouth twitched wildly, the green tendons on his head burst out, and he simply shook the horsewhip fiercely.

"March, let these brutes know why the flowers are so red!"

The long marching horn sounded suddenly, but this kung fu, the always decisive New World Cavalry Lieutenant reacted half a beat slower, commanding the cavalry on the left flank, and he still looked at the things in his hand like the lower heads of later generations, until the cavalry regiment commander Tong Zamu stabbed him hard, Song Yongzhong suddenly came back to his senses, kicked the thing into the cuirass in a panic, and then whipped it heavily on the buttocks of the war horse, and shouted in his mouth.

"Drive!"

But it was in too much haste, and the thing slipped out with his violent horseback gallop, and was blown by the air flow carried by the cavalry, and finally landed on a dense flower.

It was a plain portrait, a sunny and lively little girl waving her little hands vividly, and a line of words was written beautifully in neat small letters underneath.

"Come on, Brother Huang! Yu'er gift!"

In the distance, gunshots and cannons have burst out fiercely, and the prince's epic in the New World is far from finished!

I don't know if anyone knows the origin of Song Yongzhong and Yu'er......

(End of chapter)