There is a military proverb in the West, the god of war hates the hesitant!

It's a pity that the Sioux troops commanded by the prince have become a hesitant, and in the face of the great enemy gradually gathering from the south, for more than ten days in midsummer, the Sioux did not have the slightest intention of launching an attack in the south, so they let the Cheyenne people call friends and friends, and gradually gathered all the tribal allies and fighters who were separated by migration.

If Mao Xingjian's calendar is not mistaken, it should be the end of June in the sixth year of the founding of the Hai Kingdom, and this North American Indian safari army from the south, which shocked even the former Aztec Empire, appeared in the eyes of the Sioux people on this morning.

It is really dense, forming a black line on the horizon, even if Mao Xingjian is the first time in his life to see such a large army, in addition to the number of people, the most attractive thing about this army is those Cheyenne warriors who wear a crown of feathers on their heads, hold a long sword snatched from the Spaniards, a halberd, and ride on a tall and sturdy Spanish Andalusian war horse that is taller than the Mongolian horse.

Even if the semi-hot weapon Mao Jue Beiming army, the cavalry is still a full threat, not to mention for these primitive Sioux tribes, the telescope swept over the Cheyenne cavalry in a line, even Mao Xingjian, his face couldn't help twitching.

can put down the binoculars, for the first time, Mao Xingjian actually turned his head to ask Han Xiaomo's opinion.

"What do you think?"

"These horsemen look very impressive, but they don't even have a bow, they shouldn't be able to beat the Mongolian Tartars, as for the pure amateurism that follows behind, you don't know, big nephew, your aunt and I have seen our Northern Ming army in Baoketu, that is the big battle, the team is full of black cannons, the infantry is standing, it is as neat as the wall, the cold light is shining Bayonet Mountain, that is called a handsome"

is worthy of being a wild girl in the grassland, seeing that this is about to fight, not only is she not afraid, but the spittle stars that she said excitedly splashed out, but Han Xiaomo, who was excited, didn't notice it, Mao Xingjian was dark when she heard it, and the green tendons on her head jumped again, so he simply picked up the telescope again and ignored her.

Although he is a barbarian, he also abides by the etiquette of war, and before the war, he knew that he would send an envoy first, and a Cheyenne man with two big horned hats on his head and two big pigtails kicked the horse's belly from the other side of the Snake River, and Mao Xingjian ordered to build a pontoon bridge and wore a rope to wear a log thrown into the water.

"Prince, this bastard said that from Birut Ridge to the Snake River, it is their Cheyenne hunting ground, let us get out quickly, otherwise the warriors of the Cheyenne people will rush into our tribe, burn our tents, and kill our men, women, old people and children!"

These words are not empty threats, Xun Zi said: Human nature is evil! The more primitive and simple, the lower the moral binding force, for the Indians there is no prisoner of war human rights, look at the blood sacrifice of the Aztecs, you can see their cruelty, the war between tribes is to fight each other until one side is completely wiped out, the Cheyenne people do it!

Song Yongzhong is really a jack of all trades, and he also knows a little rough about Cheyenne, and after he hurriedly translated it to Mao Xingjian, he immediately carried his war horse out again, and shouted in the same high-spirited voice in Su.

"The Snake River Plain has always been the grange and hunting ground of our Su people, here, the divine light of the god of rice, wheat and corn is spreading, if you come with peace, our clan allows you to cultivate and multiply on our land, if you come with war, our clan will not retreat a step, under the protection of the three gods, kill you all!"

The corn god has great power over the slash-and-burn, semi-farming North American tribes, but for the whole hunting tribes of the Great Basin, it is insignificant, the corn god is still like this, not to mention the rice god who has never heard of it, the wheat god, and the "Bull Demon King" who ran over on a horse smiled very contemptuously, and dropped a sentence in Cheyenne to wait for death! Immediately turned the horse's head, stepped on the fluttering and fluttering log pontoon bridge, and ran back to the opposite bank very arrogantly.

The people of Cheyenne actually have a trace of similarity with the Ming army, like Mao Jue, they also like to use the horn as the command number to launch an attack, these guys are really simple pure men and pure women, they will fight, Mao Xingjian didn't wait for a reaction, more than a dozen horns sounded desolately, and the dense array of hunting troops was like an invading bee, howling like a beast, while the beast roared and charged frantically towards the other side of the river.

At the forefront were the warriors and cavalry of those tribesmen, and the hooves of the horses with the big mouth of the bowl were trampling on the slippery log pontoon bridge, and there were constantly horses' hooves stepping on the empty and falling on the pontoon, which could not stop their brave pace, and in just a minute or two, these people had already rushed through a small half of the distance.

At this time, Mao Xingjian, who finally reacted, made a move that shocked everyone, turned around and ran! Not only did he run by himself, but he also shouted at his subordinates to run with him, shouting kung fu, and the warriors of the Dakota Department had already run away, followed by the Paiute Department of the Black Hoof.

The Rakta tribe has always been famous for its warriors, even if they were notified in advance, but the two pots of boiling water were still angry, and they scolded for a while, and the warriors in his tribe were even more angry, and they screamed for a long time, until the large army almost fled, and they had no choice but to retreat backwards.

In the minds of the Indians of this era, there was no concept of tactics, and seeing that the Sioux opponents who had just been bullish and coaxed ran away in a blink of an eye, without the slightest demeanor that a warrior should have, these Cheyennes howled in disbelief as if they were insulted, and then those front-line cavalry warriors whipped their horses' buttocks fiercely like hunting, roared wildly and climbed to the north bank of the Snake River, and chased them frantically.

Some of the fast Cheyenne warriors were also scattered, following behind with big strides, fluttering and running, the huge team was more like a swarm of bees, slender tornado bees!

After all, two legs can't run on four legs, even if they run first, after running for two or three miles, they are still caught up by hundreds of fierce Cheyenne cavalry, and they are about to be pushed to the buttocks, but Mao Xingjian's witchcraft actually took effect at this moment, and suddenly, the warriors of the three or four thousand Sioux people disappeared in the vast plain in an instant.

This change was really unexpected, and the Cheyenne cavalry, who were galloping, reined in their horses in astonishment for a moment, and scattered in surprise.

Behind the disappearance of the Sioux people, more than 400 musketeers in Snake City were divided into three columns, and the wall appeared neatly in the eyes of these New World warriors.

It is worthy of the most brutal tribal warriors, almost without too much delve, slapping the horse's buttocks, and the three or four hundred Cheyenne horseback warriors are whistling and turning the Spanish sword, shaking and breaking in half, and the Spanish halberd, which is more suitable for short spear combat, roars and goes straight to this army to kill.

It doesn't seem to be the same breed as those "cowards" just now, even if the cavalry is fiercely raising their hooves and roaring, the infantry squad in front of them is still immovable, but Dongfang Meng, who is in charge of command, has a cruel sneer on the corner of his mouth, and raises his command knife high!

It was still that familiar rhythm, as the hooves of the war horses kicked and hit the ground, the sailors and gold diggers of Snake City also silently counted the distance in their hearts, a hundred meters! Fifty meters! Thirty meters! Twenty meters! The suffocating horse hurricane had even rushed straight in front of him, and when the Apache matriarch wearing a feathered crown, bright as a leopard, and holding a battle axe in front of the Cheyenne cavalry, wearing a feathered crown, with two colorful paintings painted on her pupils and holding a battle axe, came into view, Dongfang Meng's command knife finally slashed down fiercely.

Still familiar but the first time that the sound of a row of guns bursting beans sounded in the New World, holding an arquebus, with the shooting, the terrier neck even shouted, with the gun, the indomitable Cheyenne cavalry also seemed to hit an invisible wall, the front-line horseback warriors rushed forward and fell to the ground, so that the dense turf on the ground was shoveled.

The cavalry was obviously a novelty for the Cheyenne, and they were almost knocked down by more than a third at once, and the cavalry behind also panicked, some strangled their horses, and some were caught off guard by the horse corpses in front of them, in short, it was a mess.

At this time, it was time for the bayonet charge that the Ming people were most accustomed to! The command knife in his right hand was directly protected on the left side of his body, and Dongfang Meng was the first to rush out, followed by the Black Pearl sailors who roared with bayonets.

Puff~

The sharp blade slashed through the flesh and blood, and the Cheyenne feathered warrior who fell to the ground had just gotten up from the ground, Dongfang's fierce blade had already cut his throat like lightning, and the bundle of blood was reflected in Mao Xingjian's telescope, but seeing his sailors rushing into the enemy line fiercely with bayonets, the crisp sound of metal entering the flesh splashed clusters of scarlet blood, but Mao Xingjian did not show the slightest excitement, but shook his head solemnly.

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