Killing his best friend, and then using his corpse to go to his tribe to beg for food, is this what the prince who has gone through more than ten years of Confucian education and calls himself an honest and sage can do?

The answer is yes!

Thousands of books, no matter how many small words and righteousness are pale in front of the long knife and red blood, and the corpses are all over the field, he has already experienced a failure, and how uncomfortable it is to taste the pain of failure, Mao Xingjian definitely doesn't want to come back for a second time!

There will be no food in more than ten days, people will starve to death, and there is no meaning in the thousands of poems of etiquette, righteousness, honesty and shame, so it is so tasteless to ask for a corpse with a corpse in the Yangtze River, and the face is thick and dark, and it should be done.

It also happened that the Rak tribe was the closest one next to Snake City, and they set off early the next morning, and at noon Mao Xingjian's army arrived at the walled city of Rakta.

It's really similar to Snake City, the outside is a walled with whole wood, and inside is a two-story building that has been built under the guidance of the carpenters of the Chen family in Snake City, and in the face of the sudden arrival of 10,000 small horses, only more than 3,000 people are obviously facing the enemy, men and women with bows and arrows, throwing spears and steel forks to the stockade.

To tell the truth, looking at the iron weapon with a cold light, it didn't seem to shake for a moment, Mao Xingjian felt a slap in his face, he really wanted to give an order to open fire directly, erasing the village that humiliated him from the map, however, in order to save the food of the six departments, and for the sake of the overall situation, Mao Xingjian still endured this impulse, and inserted the full bundle of eagle feathers on his head again, and put on the red deer cloak that had faded in the cold wind, he pushed away the guards and strode forward. Shouting at the stockade.

"Two pots of boiling water Chief! Is this how the Sioux treat their big chief? ”

Fortunately, for the sake of convenience, he also learned some local language, and with his shout, two pots of boiling water with wrinkles on his face like old orange peels showed his head like a sound, and he shouted worried but equally angry at the bottom of the village.

"Patriarch Mao, you have rebelled against Tianwu, and the foreigner who was ruled blasphemous is no longer the great chief of the Sioux people! The Sioux tribe is also under no obligation to open the door for you, if you want to come for revenge, then come! ”

I didn't argue with him about this, Mao Xingjian waved his hand directly, after all, he was once his friend and the most proud work, even if he was killed by his own hands, Su Yu's posthumous affairs were still respected, and the two of them carried him over on a stretcher, he was still covered with a military coat, looking at his son's cold corpse, even if he was as indifferent as two pots of boiling water, he couldn't help but tremble.

"Patriarch of the two pots of boiling water, Su Yu is my blood alliance brother, he turned his back on me, so I killed him! However, according to the rules of the clan, even if it is a foreigner, if the corpse of the clansman is transported back to the ancestral land, the tribe should open the door for it! Did I say yes or no? ”

What kind of rule is this? Kill your son and bring the body back, and Lao Tzu still has to take care of the food and hanging? It's good not to kill you! However, to say that the ideology is completely different, in the rules of the Indians, one person saves another person, then this person is his blood alliance brother, if he does not repay this life-saving grace, he will not be able to meet his own tribe, just like Su Yu turned his back on Mao Xingjian, it is extremely shameful among the Indians, he is the same as Chilu, gave up his reputation and status, and chose to save his tribe in the catastrophe.

So Mao Xingjian killed him, even two pots of boiling water had no reason to seek revenge on him.

However, it is extremely difficult to preserve the corpse in this era, and it is indeed a considerable favor to be able to transport the corpse of the clan back to his tribe, if he refuses to repay the corpse chaser, it is that the entire tribe has lost faith among the Indians, and will also be spurned by the immortal heaven.

But this time the situation is too special, send one person, but 8,000 people came, and Mao Xingjian is now an outsider, it is difficult to say whether he can take into account the internal rules of the Indians, maybe he will lure the wolf into the house and give him a massacre of the Laktars! Standing at the mouth of the village for a long time, but in the end, traditional customs still prevailed, taking into account the reputation of the tribe, the two pots of boiling water still waved helplessly.

"Open the door!"

With cheers, spears on their shoulders and cannons on their backs, the mighty Ninth Corps swarmed into the Lakta stockade

The Indians are a very contradictory people, on the one hand, they are bloodthirsty and warlike, cruel and barbaric, on the other hand, they are hospitable, when a guest comes to the door, they will take out the best food at home to entertain, this is not apocryphal, historically, the Americans spent Thanksgiving at the earliest to thank the Indians who helped the Mayflower immigrants, but unfortunately, the contradiction between the two races still irrepressibly broke out to the top, and finally ended in blood and the complete defeat of the Indians.

Last year, the Rakta Department cultivated more than 50,000 acres of dry land, and after Mao Xingjian paid taxes on grain, there were still more than 80,000 stones left, enough to feed tens of thousands of people.

If it is an ordinary Indian, after enjoying a few days of hospitality, he will say goodbye and return to his tribe, but are Mao Xingjian and his subordinates ordinary Indians? After mixing into the village, Mao Xingjian simply moved the base camp here, and the corps directly set up tents around the village, and as soon as the meal came every day, he swaggered into the homes of the Su people to eat and drink, and the door had been opened, and the two pots of boiling water were helpless about it.

However, Mao Xingjian's return to this land is not to eat white food, he wants revenge, he wants to reconquer this fertile plain, gain a foothold, and a series of actions have also been actively carried out by him, first of all, trade!

It seems that this time it is just an army, and there are a lot of things that are enough to trade with these Indians, the first of which is tobacco and alcohol, Mao Jue's starting troops are all from Liaodong, and the conquest is still such a cold weather area, and the Russian troops in later generations, wine has become a necessity in the army to refresh and avoid the cold.

There are also cigarettes, the soldiers left their hometowns, doing high-risk work, cigarettes have become an important prop to soothe the nerves, this time there is no discussion, anyway, I am not afraid that they will run away, regardless of the opposition of a group of old soldiers, Mao Xingjian exchanged these special military supplies for 10,000 stone of food, and then sent a regiment to escort to Baohai Town.

At this time, more than 20 days have passed since Adriana planned to go south to Mexico City, and it is estimated that it will be a month when these grains arrive in Jewel Sea Town, and even if Adriana does not leave, Mao Xingjian is not sure if this grain can arouse the interest of his aunt, who is known as the dark hand of the empire, but the king is not sure that he will be sure, and he will gamble on everything!

Unlike the last time he took care of the entire Indian tribe without discrimination, this time Mao Xingjian completely transformed into a conspirator, every day is studying his neighbors, studying their weaknesses, and the hard work pays off, on the seventh day of the Ninth Corps in the Lakta Department, some subtle changes in the situation in the Snake River Plain finally came into Mao Xingjian's eyes.

Early in the morning, more than a dozen Sioux riders riding tame American bison suddenly rushed from the east to the town of Lakta, and the tents of the Ming army canvas army built around the town were obviously startled, and they hesitated at the door for a while, until the Lakta people in the stockade came out to greet them, and then followed into the stockade.

Although it has been changed into a large wooden house, according to tradition, the patriarch's temple is still wrapped in cowhide, but at this time, Mao Xingjian is not qualified to be invited into the interior to discuss matters, and when he gets the news, he can only follow and look at the street outside.

"Blood Wolves, Lake Fish, Dragon Snakes, well-known warriors from Paiute, Oglala, and several tribes have all arrived, has anything happened again?"

Seeing these warriors riding bulls enter the patriarchal temple one after another, Mao Xingjian couldn't help but talk to himself curiously, and at the same time, his heart beat slightly violently, and he had a hunch that maybe this was the opportunity he was waiting for.

I was not in a hurry, I squatted under the eaves of a house and stared, looking at the second-hand smoke that kept coming out of the big chief's house and counting the beats, about twenty minutes later, these people came out again, looking at Mao Xingjian sitting under the eaves, the two pots of boiling water obviously showed an awkward face, but after hesitating twice, he still left Mao Xingjian, took a stick made of ox leg bones, and smashed it heavily on the cowhide drum at the entrance of the patriarch's temple.

In the dull voice, these primitive Indians are much more mobilized than the Ming Dynasty, and the more than 3,000 residents in the village almost directly put down the work at hand, and all gathered over, standing on the high platform, two pots of boiling water shouted and shouted just a few words, these people scattered one after another, women, old people with children slowly returned home, and those young men, some female warriors hurriedly ran back, wearing a feather crown on their heads, and took their best weapons, Then he ran to the outside of the stockade with two pots of boiling water.

"Prince, what are these barbarians doing out?"

Originally, there was still a mouthful of Beijing flavor, but within two days, the taste of the Northeast ballast in the golden wire glasses was completely revealed, and he was gnawing on a bud rice stick in his mouth, and he asked vaguely.

"The war is gone!"

Breathing in the cold air, his brain quickly analyzed the possibilities, Mao Xingjian replied absentmindedly, but the next sentence of this fake Sven almost didn't make him jump up.

"That's a good feeling, while these barbarian brains are beaten into dog brains, we just copied the hometowns of these barbarians, don't you have food!"

This made Mao Xingjian's heart thump, and he said: Repay grievances directly! Anyway, these Sioux people have betrayed him, and they will turn their faces, and the two-faced and three-knife are no longer Mao Xingjian's psychological obstacles, if he can take this opportunity to take back all the grain stored by the Sioux people, and pull Aderena's army to the Snake River Plain, no matter what Apache, Cheyenne, and Shoshone are, they are all scum!

This is indeed a great opportunity!

But the heartbeat back hand paced a few times, but Mao Xingjian shook his head with difficulty, and reluctantly pressed this impulse back into his mind.

Even if he is assaulted, he can take down four tribes in the sky, and he can't maximize the benefits, and if he stabs the Sioux in the back at this time, the Sioux will collapse entirely, he will still have to face those invaders who go north to fight the Sioux, with his Ninth Corps, although he will not be killed like Snake City, how much food may be held is really not certain.

And when he thought of food, he thought of another possibility!

Turning his head, Mao Xingjian turned his head and roared with some excitement.

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