The war is over for the time being, even if more than 5,000 middle-aged male and female prisoners of war are willfully put back by Mao Xingjian, but three or four thousand dead and wounded on the spot are enough to make the mouths of no more than twenty or thirty thousand indigenous tribes feel painful, not to mention that many male and female warriors have also been begged for balls and worn nose rings, at least within ten days and half a month, the tribes south of the Snake River need to lick their wounds, and it is unlikely that they will attack again.

But this big victory, Mao Xingjian's prestige actually did not rise but fell, with divine power, he strongly suppressed the opposition of Snake City and the six divisions of the Su people, whether it was the Ming immigrants or the Su people, they were angry about the release of prisoners of war, but in this regard, Mao Xingjian didn't care too much, the people are so good at forgetting, after the autumn harvest, after a full winter, these guys will be resurrected again with full blood and follow behind them.

The urgency of the delay is still to deal with the southern safari tribes in Henan.

It had only been seven or eight days after the war, and another large caravan of bison and camels was pulling heavy loads of goods and heading across the river.

There is a strange circle in history, the strong Chinese Oriental Dynasty is the poorer the more wars, just like Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, defeated the Xiongnu, and also defeated the Kudier accumulated under the rule of Wenjing, but the Western colonists are getting richer and richer, typical British wrestlers, pondering all day long to go to sea to fight the dwarf and poor, the pirate flag is hung all over the world, and the British have also become the richest royal family from the poorest royal family.

Looks so fucking unfair! But when you really go back to your origins, you can't blame others, you can only blame your own national nature.

The Huaxia people are a typical farming nation, the main income of the country and scholars comes from squeezing the surplus labor of farmers, the territory of the Central Plains civilization has not changed much for two thousand years, it is because of the Qin and Han dynasties, the ancestors have conquered almost all the territories suitable for agriculture in East Asia into their own hands, and then expand, either the north is too cold and the south is too hot, or the yellow sand is the vast Gobi steppe, control there can not get much benefit, but lose money, we are still a state of etiquette, can not pull down the face to rob and enslave local tribes, Naturally, the bigger and poorer he became, and in the end, he honestly cultivated the land and waited to be beaten.

And the Western colonizers, they are not gentlemen, they are pirates, just like the British queen was poor at the beginning, and she didn't have the ability to recruit pirates to go to sea to rob, and get a share of the pirates' spoils, as long as they get money, burn, kill and plunder, they are willing to do anything! They are eager to scrape all the colonies, and the British themselves have a small land area, and they do not expect to make a fortune by cultivating some fields.

However, what is even more infuriating is that in later generations, people are models of nobility, symbols of local tycoons, models of civilization and human rights, and this group of robbers can still rightly point at the Chinese who honestly farm and call barbarians contemptuously.

In order to change this status quo, Mao Jue's efforts are to learn from the British spirit of insisting on shamelessness! What kind of ceremonial state should it be? The whole world is not the king's land, no matter what indigenous you are, wherever the Ming army goes, you have to work for Lao Tzu! Like the previous Ming Dynasty, go to Beijing to pay tribute and cheat money, not to mention the door, the windows are almost gone!

Then there is technological innovation, cotton clothes and cotton pants plus coal stove burning, the Great Northern Wilderness that used to cool off the ears can also become the Great Northern Warehouse, the vertical and horizontal train tracks and sea ships wear the whole country, and further reduce the cost of transportation.

Finally, it is to rejuvenate the country through industry and get rich through business! And in tandem with the huge empire, most of the income of the Mao Ming court now comes from commercial taxes and several monopoly trading companies in the empire, and they don't expect that one acre and three points of land!

Most of the past dynasties were destroyed by peasant uprisings, and his mother's son no longer exploited the peasants, look at how you rebelled!

It's a pity that Mao Jue's three-plate axe, Mao Xingjian still hasn't learned it, he is still in the era of the Celestial Empire, and he relies on the loser's delivery of things to engage in diplomacy.

After the defeat of the Snake River War, these tribes from the south retreated dozens of kilometers, nearly withdrew from the Snake River Plain, and retracted into the vicinity of the high mountains and hills at the junction of the Great Basin and the Snake River Plain.

"Prince, are these tribes scared by us and have gone south again?"

The sun in July and August was sweaty, and Chen Zao, a white-faced scholar, had turned into a black-faced bag, and his big sleeves wiped the sweat on his forehead, and he couldn't help but look back and say.

Mao Xingjian himself was also sunburned enough, wearing a scholarly big-brimmed hat that was a bit similar to that in Korean dramas, which barely maintained his image as a noble son, and he also raised his head and looked at the hills in the distance that were no longer flat, he shook his head heavily.

"Impossible, there will be three months before winter, the southern tribes will follow the footprints of their prey, at this time to the south, they will only be trapped in the desert near the Great Salt Lake, a dead end, they dare not hunt in the rich Snake Lake Plain, they must still be hiding in the nearby mountains."

It really confirmed his words, Mao Xingjian didn't finish speaking, there was a rumbling sound in the bushes not far away, followed by a strange scream, thirty or forty Indians of the southern tribe jumped out with wooden guns, and in an instant, the sailors guarding the outside of the team also suddenly raised the bayonets in their hands.

"Lone is the Sioux chief, come and visit your chief!"

In the midst of tension, Mao Xingjian hurriedly parted the crowd, walked in the front, shouted loudly, and it was considered his luck, a shout also sounded among the Indians, and the crowd was also separated, a woman with a slender feather crown on her head, two blue paints under her eyes, a high nose, and a gentle woman in the heroic martial arts walked out with a spear.

The Apache matriarch Akaka, whom I met that day!

........

It is said that reaching out and not hitting the smiling person, that is the tradition of the Ming Dynasty, here in the Indians, the gift will be given to the wrong person will be fought, and fortunately I met such an acquaintance.

Invited by Chilu, Mao Xingjian can be regarded as finding the first stronghold of the southern tribe, similar to the original Dakota tribe, this Apache mountain lion tribe is also camped in a valley to avoid the wind, mushroom-like sharp cowhide tents are built on both sides of the valley, the middle is the public space for tribal sacrifices and gatherings, around a large fire, there are hideous cow skulls, bear skulls, deer skulls, and the middle one is a hideous mountain lion skull, here, the human skull has become a foil, placed under the totem pole.

However, compared to the Dakota Department that I met for the first time, the mountain lion department was obviously a lot poorer, the elderly people sat at the mouth of the tent basking in the sun with yellow and thin faces, and the children were also full of vegetables, watching the large herd of bison enter the tribe, they obviously had the light of hope in their pupils, but when they saw the sailors carrying bayonets on the side of the herd, their pupils showed fear again, and they shrank back timidly.

Looking at this uninvited guest, the other hunters in the tribe obviously surrounded them vigilantly, but fortunately standing in front of the team, Chilu scolded loudly and drove everyone back, but even if they shrank back, many people still stared at their group with vigilant eyes.

It is similar to the diplomatic etiquette of Mao Xingjian's visit to the Sioux, but this time there is less smoke on behalf of friendship, after all, there is no friendship between the Sioux and the Apache now, which makes Chen Zao, who is carrying a bag of soft China, depressed, and the meat that he doesn't know what is boiling in the pot exudes a fishy smell, the Indians don't go around in circles, staring at Mao Xingjian, Chilu asked directly.

"What are you doing here?"

"Peace."

It was not domineering, Mao Xingjian himself said this word in the Apache language that he had learned improvised, but he was full of confidence, and the matriarch shook her head heavily when she heard it.

"There is no peace! Sioux and ours have overlapped! Unless a tribe withdraws from this prey-rich hunting ground before winter sets in, the war will continue! ”

Listening to the overlapping words of the two translators, Mao Xingjian suddenly became depressed, and shouted helplessly: "You hate us so much? ”

"Hate?"

This word obviously stunned Chilu in confusion, but immediately, she pointed to the unknown animal boiling in the pot.

"In winter, the prey on the edge of the salt desert will hide, and then there will be no raccoons left, only the bison herd on the plain can still hunt, if you can't take the plain, the vast majority of the tribal alliance will starve to death, in the past, you Sioux would go away to Luoji Mountain, but this year, you stay to defend the land, so the two clans must be divided between the winners and losers, and the winner can survive."

The war of the Indians is not so romantic at all, it is directly the naked victory and the defeat die, their barren materials and the difficulty of survival are also not understandable by Mao Xingjian, who is in the materially abundant Ming Dynasty.

Fortunately, this trip, Mao Xingjian came to lose, as soon as he heard this translation, his eyes lit up, and he immediately clapped his hands, and then, Chen Zao was already ready to sneak out, took a pot of rice in, and put it in the middle of the big cowhide tent, looking at these white flowers, and like the elders of the Su Clan, the faces of the red deer were full of doubts.

"This is rice, that is, let you go, what was given to you to eat that night, if you are willing to end the war, the food for the winter in the Southern Alliance will be provided by the Sioux people, how about it?"

Full of confidence again, Mao Xingjian's face showed the brilliance of the rich second generation showing off her wealth, but the matriarch showed a more vigilant and puzzled look.

"You have given us food for the winter, what do you eat? Starve? ”

"Uh...., we're not short of food!"

(End of chapter)