The former Mu Daxia took a group of officers who were replaced, and wandered overseas for a few years, except for the Manchurian-British conflict, when he once thought about returning to China to participate in the war, he has always been very relaxed and wandering around. New Guinea, Hawaii, Central America, South America, Mushun tour groups have traveled to many places, many people have found their favorite environment, and then stopped, only Mushun and the last 300 or so old-school officers are still adrift.

The warm climate and environment of the southern hemisphere or the tropics are definitely better than the bitter cold Manchuria, but what Mu Shun and others are looking for is not a suitable place to recuperate, what they are looking for is inner peace. A large number of people led by Mu Shun are mostly old-school military officers or people whose thinking is stuck in the Middle Ages, most of them have good martial arts, and they have Zhao Zilong's dream in their hearts. However, Goxinga's modern military reform put an end to their dreams, and the era of personal bravery is gone. They were forced to be high-spirited, forced to live in hard times, and forced to leave the army they regarded as their lives. People are easy to come out, but where is their heart. Because they were unwilling to give up their dreams, they became the outcasts of the times, the last samurai of Northern Manchuria, and the Don Quixote of the East.

Goxinga gave them generous treatment and made them worry about food and clothing, but this was not what they wanted. They would rather climb the ice and lie in the snow, they would rather sit on their backs, and only in the battalion can they find the feeling of being alive. Having lost their subordinates, they can only embark on an aimless journey, dissipating their depression in the endless search. Some people get tired, so they stop in some places facing the sea and spend their meaningless time looking at the sea every day. But Mu Shun and the others couldn't stop, they were still bent bows and eagle Eight Banners athletes in their hearts, and they couldn't appease their restless souls.

After Ma San expanded his territory in Central and South America and had a foundation, Mu Shun tour group left Ma San. Because of the calm after overcoming the thorns, they didn't like it, and Ma San counted the money until his hands cramped, but they couldn't find the passion anymore. The jungles and pampas of South America are good, but Mu Shun has set his sights on the north, and the United States, which is struggling with the war, may be the place where these warriors should go.

With the assistance and operation of Ma San, Mu Shun and others successfully entered the United States, but after mixing in the war-torn east for a while, they got tired of it. After running to the battlefield to watch the battle between the northern and southern armies, Mu Shun decided that the United States did not have the heroic path they were looking for. The U.S. troops in the north and south are very heroic, but the tactics that are similar to queuing up to shoot are very inconsistent with the Oriental people's understanding of war, and in the eyes of Mu Shun and others, the U.S. military is a group of heroic fools.

Unable to find passion in the east, the Mushun tour group turned west, and followed the pioneering western cowboys all the way west. The life of the western cowboy made Mu Shun and his party find some shadows of the wild era, and they went farther and farther away with their feelings. When Mu Shun and the others were about to stop, they had already arrived at a place that was a little similar to Manchuria, barren but full of life, barbaric but a world where heroes galloped, of course, this is the west coast of the United States.

It's not harmonious though, and like all wild lands, it's full of carnage and gore. Mu Shun and the others had just set up their camp when they encountered a surprise attack by a strong man with a feathered head. These red-skinned guys were all fierce and abnormal, and their attack was so sudden that Mu Shun and the others didn't even have a chance to go back to the tent to get their guns. Luckily, these exotic men don't have guns, and their weapons are mainly bows and axes, and axes don't look like iron tools.

The members of the Mushun tour group are all old-style military attachés, all of whom have been practicing boxing and lifting stone locks all year round, and they are not afraid of these strong men in hand-to-hand combat. A fight with nosebleeds mixed with front teeth stopped because of a very strange thing, when the old general Aishentai, the former deputy capital of Heilongjiang, went out to join the battle, the red-skinned strong men all stopped attacking, and they seemed to be very interested in Aishentai.

Ai Shentai made a lot of contributions to defending Heilongjiang with Tepuqin back then, but his thinking was too old-fashioned, and he was still the same as the Eight Banners Force, so he was naturally retired and raised by Guoxinga like many old-school officers. Ai Shentai is not only old in thinking, but also old in style, although he is obedient to Guoxing, but he still wears a robe and a horse coat and has gray braids. The vast majority of people in North Manchukuo think that this is an outdated thing, but Ai Shentai thinks that this is his glory, and the children of the Eight Banners can die, but they must not live without their own braids.

Therefore, Ai Shentai, who participated in the brawl, still wore a flower feather on top of his court clothes, and he still wore a big braid around his neck. The strong man who attacked also had braids and feathers on his head, and they were much more spectacular than one of Aishentai's feathers. After discovering what Aishentai had in common with them, the brownish-red-skinned Indians felt that Mu Shun and his party did not seem to be enemies. The enemies of the Indians were white colonists, and none of Mu Shun and the others were white, but yellow people of similar skin color to them, plus braids and feathers on their heads, these Indians who had never seen Chinese workers and piglets, regarded Aishentai as their own people from other tribes.

Mushun did not have an interpreter who could speak the Indian language, but the Indians spoke English, and the two sides quickly got across. The group of Chinese led by Mu Daxia has always believed in the common saying that if you don't fight, you can't make a deal, and the Indians will not become enemies because of the contact of their fists. So after the brawl ended, the heroes who had just knocked out the other party's front teeth drank the Manchurian spirits brought by Mu Shun. Alcohol can make men friends quickly, even if the language is different, they can still express their feelings in a mouthful.

The chief of the Indians, Raven, was very grateful to Mu Shun for giving him the tribal food and wine, so he graciously invited Mu Shun and his party to his territory as guests. The life of the Indians shooting and hunting for a living made Mu Shun and his party find the feeling of the ancestors of the Eight Banners, so they enjoyed the days of living in the crow tribe very much, and they lived for a few months.

It took a few months for both sides to learn each other's language, and the clever crow was able to recognize a few simple Chinese characters. Chinese characters are developed from hieroglyphs, and it is very normal for a smart person to learn for a few months and be able to recognize some simple characters, but Mu Shun remembered the little story that Guo Xing'a told when he saw him off - the merchant Dongdu.

Mu Shun was not sure whether the crow was a compatriot of Dongdu for a while, but out of the friendly friendship between the two sides, Mu Shun still acted as an intermediary and purchased a batch of arms from Ma San for the crow. Mushun was just to make it easier for crows to hunt, but he gave the Indians weapons that none of the whites had, and some delicate balances were upset.