Song Yongzhong is also an extremely special existence for Mao Xingjian, sometimes he is a subordinate, sometimes he is like a brother to Mao Xingjian, who lacks family and friendship, but unfortunately, the differences between the two finally made Song Yongzhong still leave Snake City, and then this series of events happened, sometimes Mao Xingjian often reflected, if he was not so arrogant at the beginning, what would the Snake River Plain be like now.

But these are all in the past, now that he Mao Xingjian has woken up, and he Song Yongzhong has also returned to the team, it's time to join forces again to make a career!

This time, there was a lot of noise around the cowhide map, and I watched a group of staff officers turn into two people with stupid hair.

The cold winter of the New World is still so long and difficult, there is still light snow in the sky, hiding in the tent, Mao Xingjian is holding a red pen and circling on the map, worthy of Song Yongzhong, according to his experience, the scope of activities and activities of the six tribes in southern Jiangsu are basically drawn up on the map, and it is no longer the previous two eyes and a black eye.

It's just that looking at the map, Mao Xingjian is still worried.

Whether it is for revenge, or in order to re-dominate the Snake River Plain and dominate the western part of the New World, war with the Cheyenne people is inevitable, but it is easy to defeat them, but it is not so easy to annihilate them, and the battle of the Blackfoot people has shown the Ming how strong the combat effectiveness of this group of aborigines in the woodland and mountains is, if you can't fight a hearty war of annihilation, even if you let a third of the natives escape, then it will still be a real threat to the Ming Dynasty's future rule of this land.

You don't see how badly the Spanish conquistadors in Mexico were beaten by these natives! In a real and upright war, the Ming army is not afraid of any army in the world, but it is like a small-scale attack like a fly, killing people and stealing things and leaving, who can stand it? There are only a thousand days to be a thief, and there is no thousand days to prevent thieves!

Even if the American imperialists in later generations fought with these tenacious and tenacious aborigines for one or two hundred years, it can be seen that they are strong.

Looking at Mao Xingjian's sad face, a stern Song Yongzhong was rarely relieved to persuade him.

"The prince doesn't have to worry too much, the Han and the Xiongnu have been enemies for generations, Emperor Wu has not eliminated the Xiongnu in his life, and the Tang Dynasty has been fighting for decades to destroy the Turks, not to mention conquering such a vast and rich land, just take your time!"

"This time I made a lowly appointment to go east over the Rocky Mountains, and the land here is so rich! After walking eastward for many days, there was an endless plain, and even the Mississippi River, which the locals called, and I found a piece of black land, and on the edge of the flat black earth, there was a series of lakes the size of the sea, and under the blue sky, a blue one, like a jewel!"

Song Yongzhong was excited, and Mao Xingjian, an out-and-out farmer, was also excited, and his eyes showed a look of fascination.

In fact, Mao Xingjian is not wrong at all, like Spain and Portugal came to the New World, plundered gold and silver mines everywhere, dug out big holes in the New World, and went home satisfied, but in Mao Jue's era, these two old colonial empires were the worst, and they could be called beggars in Western Europe.

And the British Mayflower was sown here, cultivated from generation to generation, cultivated enough food, reproduced enough population, and took root here, but it formed the world's first power, the United States imperialism, and in terms of real contributions, Mao Xingjian is actually far more than Ma Bao, who mixed in Canada in later generations and brought large profits to the Liaodong Royal Development Company!

But just when Mao Xingjian was fascinated by the gratifying scene of the crops all over the mountains under the blue sky and white clouds, the door was suddenly opened again, and Staff Officer Liu Fenggu, whose face was swollen a little, bowed sadly.

"Prince, Chief Laktar asks to see you."

"Two jugs of boiling water?"

Mao Xingjian couldn't help pinching his chin suspiciously, and then waved his hand at him again: "Bring him in!"

Two or three minutes later, wearing an eagle feather battle crown and a thick traditional Indian cloak, two pots of boiling water were still as gloomy as ever His old face full of wind and frost came in, looked at Mao Xingjian sitting on the bench in the tent, and then fell on Song Yongzhong, who was full of seriousness and sharp eyes, and he bowed heavily.

"Patriarch Mao, the President Court of the Sioux Elders wants to invite you to the Snake Lake Conference in six days!"

"Snake Lake ......"

It seems that the Cheyenne tribes on the other side of the Snake River are once again restless, which has caused great war pressure on these Sioux people, and the pressure is so great that they can't hold it anymore, and it is time to ask for help from themselves, the expelled people.

This may be an opportunity, the opportunity to take back all the steps he lost, he muttered, and then Mao Xingjian nodded happily.

"Six days later, Mao attended in time!"

He bowed heavily, and then without saying much about the two pots of boiling water, he turned and exited the tent.

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Time is the most unmixed, in a blink of an eye, the cold four days of time flew by, here in the most delicate end of the Sioux gathering, it also takes a few days on the road, early in the morning, two pots of boiling water have taken more than a hundred warriors with status in the tribe to ride the remnants of more than thirty bulls, and set off to the east, but Mao Xingjian did not follow, he has been delaying until noon.

In Mao Xingjian's eyes, the creaking sound of the wheels rolling through the snow finally came, and another military convoy pulled back a full load of grain.

Mao Jue once mentioned to Mao Xingjian that there is a kind of lucky person in later generations, called the second generation!" Tear down the second generation "Mao Xingjian can be regarded as seen now, he has never been so rich again, and the people of the various tribes of the Su people do not cherish the food that they have brought back, a pack of cigarettes can be exchanged for a bucket, and a jar of ordinary corn wine can be exchanged for a stone, so many days of sporadic exchanges, Mao Xingjian got back more than 20,000 stones, this is the last batch.

"Prince, are these still transported back to the Sea of Gems?"

It is worth beating up for a third-level military merit, the corners of his mouth are still blue, but the staff officer Liu Fenggu is a little excited and pointed to the grain pile with a little excited thumbs up, and asked Mao Xingjian for instructions.

Looking at the food he had worked so hard to pile up, Mao Xingjian's face also showed a wave of excitement, but listening to his request, the prince hesitated, and after a while, he shook his head gently.

"First get the grain back to the ruins of Snake City, and then send someone to take a raft from Snake City to the Sea of Jewels, and let Adriana Shuai send someone to fetch it herself!"

"Uh......, subordinates obey orders."

Now there is no way to find Adriana to show his merits, this kid is obviously a little depressed, but Mao Xingjian is not in the mood to care about him as a small staff officer, after receiving food, his wish is fulfilled, and then he took the horse and turned over violently, followed by Song Yongzhong waved his hand, and the cavalry of the brigade also galloped along the hooves in the ice and snow.

For the cavalry, the two or three hundred kilometers from Lakta to Snake Lake is not too far, and it is more than half a day ahead of schedule to go upstream along the Snake River, and the Ming cavalry arrived at the holy land of the Sioux people.

The house is still the wooden chieftain built by Mao Xingjian, covered with cowhide, but unfortunately it is no longer human, Mao Xingjian relied on the intervention of the Sioux Dakota Department has been annihilated in the clouds of history with the disaster of Snake City, in the cold winter, the rest of the tribe did not have many people, and there are still many scars left by the last war, a riding ox lazily eating grass by the lakeside, from time to time also turn back to lick the wounds, but also add a sense of desolation.

and the two pots of boiling water that set off first are almost front and back, and he is the core of this holy land conference, and the Indians do not have any concept of good days and auspicious times, as soon as Mao Xingjian came, he was directly invited into the big temple.

The last time I sat in this dark and damp big temple, facing a group of Su chiefs with old faces like old farmers who had suffered for several lives on the plateau of northern Shaanxi, it seemed that they were all things from the last world, and most of the people who had sat with him were already ancient, under the gaze of the black hooves and red clouds, Mao Xingjian led Song Yongzhong and the two people, and walked into the big temple with a sense of loneliness, and also found a piece of cowhide and sat down cross-legged.

The atmosphere was dull for a while, and this time, it was Mao Xingjian who took the initiative to open his mouth, and he asked in a dull voice.

"In winter, a general meeting of the whole clan was suddenly held, and the six clans of Henan are going north!"

"Lone can once again serve as the Great Chief of the Sioux Clan and lead you to resist the enemy, but this time, the Sioux must completely obey Lone's command and not allow anyone to question Lone's decision again!"

If you take advantage of this pressure and take back control of the Sioux, then the food problem will be completely solved! Mao Xingjian is voice was high, but listening to his shouting, the clan great wizard Hongyun shook his head.

"The six tribes of Henan are indeed going to raise troops to go north, but because of the alliance between the Su tribe and the expelled you, the Mao patriarch, they are going to crusade under the slogan of Tianwu!"

"So, the Sioux also want to join the Heavenly Witch's crusade team like last time, and then attack Lone? This time, it was also a declaration of war on the Lone King? ”

Black Hoof's brows couldn't help frowning, he had known Mao Xingjian for so long, the former Mao patriarch always tried to be as average as possible, appeased the six departments, and even suffered a little loss It didn't matter if he suffered a loss, it was the first time that the big chief had seen the prince so aggressive, full of gunpowder.

Turning his head sideways, several big chiefs exchanged expressions, and the black hoof also opened his mouth in a dull manner.

"The Sioux are willing to re-accept Patriarch Mao as the Great Chief."

These words finally made the corners of Mao Xingjian's mouth hook up a smile, and Song Yongzhong also relaxed a little back, but this was only half a sentence, and the next sentence of the black hoof made the muscles on Mao Xingjian's face completely tense.

"But the premise is that Patriarch Mao needs to go to the Holy Mountain in person to ask for Tianwu's understanding!"

(End of chapter)