The time has turned to January in the New World, although the change is not obvious, but the breath of spring is still imperceptibly diffused, the water flow of the two river sources has increased a little, and the thin ice next to the water surface is also flowing down with meltwater drop by drop.

However, for the soldiers of the Ninth Corps, they did not feel the warmth of spring, they were stationed in the middle of the canyon at an altitude of several hundred meters, looking down, the Indian tribes that had been pulled from the middle and lower reaches of the Snake River for thousands of miles to take the lives of their dogs were increasing day by day, and the land was sparsely populated, and it was difficult to imagine that the crowd could gather together in a dark and secluded manner like ants.

From 20,000 people in three tribes on the first day, and 50,000 people in seven tribes on the second day, to now I don't know how many tribes, there can be 70,000 to 80,000 people, and the Indian cowhide spire tents are like mushrooms that suddenly rise, ethereal clouds of green smoke into the sky, and the noisy tribal shouts can be heard clearly even if they are so far away.

Whenever they boasted of the strength of the troops, they said that they would fight 10 at a time, but now they really wanted to fight 10 at a time, and as the number of people on the other side increased every day, the panic and commotion in the army also increased sharply every day.

However, whether it is Mao Xingjian or Song Yongzhong, they don't explain anything, every day, the prince just has a complicated face, holding a telescope and constantly looking at the layers of the indigenous army that can't see the edge, looking at them, Mao Xingjian always emerges with a strange and complicated look, melancholy, regret, and gritted teeth like hatred, in the depths of his eyebrows, it seems to be mixed with a tyrannical pleasure.

It was another morning, and this year's indigenous army seemed to be different from every day, as the sun rose, the clattering cowhide drums never rested for a moment, and those chiefs, wizards, and warriors who looked like high-ranking people with extraordinarily dense feathered crowns on their heads were also like ants, rushing to the largest tent, Mao Xingjian couldn't help but put down the binoculars and turned his head.

"It's time!"

Almost at the same time, Song Yongzhong also put down the binoculars, looked at his eyes, and nodded heavily.

"Raise the account!"

There was no more nonsense, Mao Xingjian directly raised his voice and commanded behind him.

........

In the same rapid beating of drums, 10 staff officers of the first rank, 20 regimental deputies, and even more than 240 people of the company deputy rank of the main team also arrived, and instead of crowding into the tents, the joint meeting of officers was held directly on the edge of the last snow-walled trench in front of the barracks.

Not only them, but the soldiers who were close to each other could also hear the conversation of the meeting clearly, and their eyes fell on Mao Xingjian's body and back with confusion and longing.

To tell the truth, although he started with a gun, but this pre-war mobilization to boost morale in person, Mao Xingjian was the first time, looking at a pair of eyes, even if he was silent for a few seconds, in his mind, Mao Jue's figure seemed to appear in front of him.

"That's right, as you can see, the Heavenly Witch who killed the western Indians, the supreme monk of their faith, and now all the warriors of the Indian tribes in the western part of the huge New World have gathered to fight Lone to the death, and the date of this decisive battle is today!"

As soon as the words fell, the violent noise suddenly permeated, Han people, Koreans, and people, and officers hurriedly whispered and discussed with each other, many people even showed a look of fear, and some people complained that their eyes fell on Mao Xing Fitness.

After waiting for a few seconds of noise, Mao Xingjian knocked the frozen ice wall on the ground with the scabbard of the scimitar in his hand.

"Lone knows that you may be afraid in your hearts, or you may complain, who is a normal person who wants to go all the way to the ice and snow and fight with a barbarian who is more than ten times his size? But you have no choice, this is more than 2,000 kilometers from the coastline, and on the way it is either poor mountains, bad waters, jungles, and fierce beasts, or these malicious tribes, from here to the east coast, the distance is even farther, and there are more wild tribes, and there is nowhere to run! If anyone doesn't believe it, they can try it now! ”

"If you don't do your best, press these brutes down and pierce their hearts! Chop off their heads, let them know that the Ming Heavenly Army is not easy to mess with, today, here, is our place to buy bones, no kidding! ”

Seeing that Mao Xingjian's scabbard pointed at the restless tribe under the mountain, the discussion just now was quiet again, because what the prince said was the truth, and the originally chaotic and impetuous military spirit gradually stabilized, and the big guys knew that there was no way back, and a determined look began to appear in their eyes.

But this was not enough, the scabbard was inserted in the snow, and a madness that did not conform to the Confucian education he had received over the years appeared on Mao Xingjian's face, pointing his finger at the face under his command, and shouting wildly.

"In the past, the lonely father emperor once said to the lonely emperor that the wise emperor will not talk about life, ideals, and great truths with his subordinates, because no one's ideal life is to fight with people on the battlefield with a knife with his head! At that time, Lone was still very disgusted, and felt that it was too philistine! To rule the empire well, it is necessary to convince people with virtue and educate the people with the etiquette of saints, and only a virtuous king can arouse the loyalty of his subordinates. ”

"But this time, Lone understands, what my father said is so fucking right! What is Virtue? Let the subordinates get benefits, and let the people live a good life is virtue! Therefore, I don't talk to you about any big truths, I only talk about interests with you! ”

Pointing to the bottom of the mountain, Mao Xingjian roared excitedly, and even a little hoarse, what Confucian dignified appearance was completely left behind, and the spit stars splashed on the faces of those soldiers, roaring extremely highly.

"This gang of barbarians in front of us is the main force of all the barbarians in the west of the New World, which is equivalent to all the barbarians in the six northern provinces, as long as they are killed, all the land in the six northern provinces will be ours! Don't you want land? Win this battle, you are the landlord, the farmer! Ranchers! Don't you want high-ranking officials? You are the lonely governor, the general! Want money? You can choose the gold and silver mines here! As long as you are willing to fight with Lone, all your wishes will be fulfilled for you! ”

Seeing Mao Xingjian fluttering and patting his chest, the firmness in his eyes, but gradually it was replaced by an emotion called fanaticism, who doesn't want to win a lot of merit after coming to this strange place for 100,000 miles? Let's have a wife? Knowing what he could get, his originally unavoidable emotions also turned into initiative, and with the nearest officers, Mao Xingjian could even clearly see the Ye Ye fire burning in their pupils.

However, at this time when his emotions were at his highest, Liu Fenggu, a staff officer, squirmed and whispered.

"Then, the prince...., the mark to join the army is for the three thousand gold of the family of the military department Shangshu Sun, if you win, mark the bid, mark the wish......"

These words swept away the tense and excited atmosphere just now, and a group of officers couldn't help laughing, and Mao Xingjian couldn't help but shake his head when he heard it, but in the embarrassment of this fat man, Mao Xingjian still stepped forward and slammed his fist on his shoulder with a smile.

"Beautiful women love heroes, this battle is won, go back and tell her that you have defeated the most barbaric Yidi and conquered half of the continent for the Ming Dynasty, if this girl is not moved, she will go to say it for you in person!"

suddenly became excited, and the fat man with a slippery head also suddenly stood up and saluted: "Mark the liver and brain, and be loyal to His Highness's great grace!" ”

The morale was completely aroused, and looking at the straight chest under his command with satisfaction, Mao Xingjian finally pulled out his saber suddenly, pointing at the Indian warriors who had begun to rise like a rising tide at the bottom of the mountain, and shouted highly: "Let them see and understand, what is the whole world is not the king's land, and the shore of the land is not the king's minister!" War! ”

"!! to war"

Hundreds of officers also raised their voices, roared and bowed to the prince, and then strode and scattered in the huge military formation, holding their weapons and waiting with their blood.

Looking at Mao Xingjian, whose eyes were shining, even Song Yongzhong couldn't help but sigh, he was worthy of being a descendant of the Mao family, once it burst out, it would be the blazing sun of everyone! With a heavy fist, in Mao Xingjian's expectant gaze, he also turned over and got on his horse, and with the roar of the war horse, the cavalry of the two regiments was like a double dragon going out to sea, peeling off the main formation and running to the higher hillside on the right.

An exciting speech also made Mao Xingjian feel a sense of happiness in breaking through the taboo, no wonder there are clouds in ancient poems, please go to Lingyan Pavilion temporarily, if you are a scholar Wanhu Hou? This is what a big husband should be!

Looking at the face painted with battle marks, the face of the tribal warriors with hideous faces fiercely held spears and bows and arrows, charging to the trench in front of them, the prince's face was also like a hunting lion, hideous and bloodthirsty for a moment, the cloak behind him fluttered with the mountain wind, and knocked the steel helmet covered with a layer of frost in the January sky on his head, facing them, Mao Xingjian raised the heavy Damascus saber in his hand.

"It's time to settle the grudge between you and Lone!"

In his attention, the soldiers of the Ming army at the forefront roared and knocked on the trigger of the flintlock pistol in hand, and in the sound of crackling like popping beans, those brave tribal warriors suddenly paused in disbelief, bursting out of blood-spattered holes on their fur-wrapped chests, and then rolled down the mountain again.

The flowing blood fills this pale snow valley with a series of bright red colors!

(End of chapter)