The Aberche tribe, a nation built on the fertile land of North America, with a population of 300,000, can survive on potatoes and corn in agriculture, and also fish, hunt and grow other crops, and even graze, when war horses appeared in the Americas, this people quickly mastered the use of war horses, as if they were nomadic people, Aberche cavalry made the whole of North America tremble, they were cold-blooded and brutal, coming and going like the wind.

Cavalry! Groups of cavalry are like iron streams, wandering around this tribe, countless clansmen heard the news that the child of destiny was found, of course, their reaction was not ecstatic, some people were a little angry, unwilling to change the owner of this tribe so simply, in front of the group of convoys in the distance, cavalry, infantry, iron flow like the army situation is here.

Tieliu, the cavalry was the three thousand cavalry first, shooting in a neat queue and marching slowly in the sun, the iron armor leaves of the iron armor shouted by Sen emitted a sneering gaze, the eight-petal iron hat helmet, the bright red tassel on the head, it was in this slow walk, the cavalry formation was changed to boundless pressure.

The neat infantry phalanx behind deliberately slowed down the pace of walking, making them look extremely slow, and a kind of pressure of the five elements scattered, giving a kind of pressure to the people in front of them, and the pressure fell down like a mountain and fell in front of the Indians, unlike the British military formation, unlike the Spanish military formation, the Ming army's military formation gave the greatest pressure.

Sen Han's iron armor, like an iron stream into this tribe, this kind of armor, momentum, the sound of the hooves of the war horses are enough to make people tremble, the Aberche people watching in the distance showed a kind of fear on their faces, looking at this iron armor torrent, is this the army brought by the Chosen One, among which there are already some different people in the Indian tribes, and they are the same, animal skins, or souls are really dressed in oil paint, but there is a brightness in their eyes.

They are Beidou's spies, Indians, they are mixed in, and quickly tell the entire tribe the information of the Chosen One, "See, that is the army of the Chosen One, that kind of iron armor, how can it be a mortal person, compared to him, the army of evil spirits is silent."

"Really, this kind of army, how can it be resisted, how can they forge this weapon, those armored cavalry, I don't think we can resist!"

"Why, why don't you know that they are not spies of evil spirits, they come from mysterious places, and they will also have fiery iron pipes!"

"Impossible, see his complexion, and the pupils, the same race, they are our kindred, I have seen the chosen one, from the moment I saw him, there was a feeling of blood closeness, they were Indians, not those white-skinned ghosts! You don't understand," this man keeps telling the legend of the Chosen One, "and they can also control the meteor shower!" ”

"Meteor Shower! That horrible weapon! Are you kidding, is there really such a thing in the world?"

Some people are puzzled, they have never seen this kind of thing, this person quietly looked at the other side and signaled, secretly making gestures!

Over there, Xu Wenjue scratched his head and lit the fireworks that had been prepared a long time ago, as well as rockets! "Daming fireworks are still good from Liuyang, haha" he said, fortunately he made a batch of fireworks, at this time it is not as good as fireworks with rockets.

When, a group of Ming soldiers in their hands with monkeys, all kinds of monkeys, or rockets, whizzing———— bursts of harsh sounds, rockets rose to the sky, bursts of colorful fireworks exploded instantly, very beautiful, as well as rockets and other things, placed in the Ming must be a very lively temple fair.

At this time, the Ming army holding fireworks looked like magicians who fired magic bullets on the opposite side, and they looked so spectacular.

A group of Indians immediately knelt on the ground and began to worship, they thought that this was their chosen son to start the practice, and immediately there were people in the army who were good at juggling came over and began to perform, including Xiaoliu, a person from the Shenji Camp in the capital, who was holding a torch in his hand and touching the oil paint all over his face, and when he spit it out, a flame spit out.

In the distance, all the Indians were surprised, and one of them said, "Who is the fire-breathing man?" Wizards? "The crowd was weird.

There are also a group of doctors who served in the army, who came to the Indian tribes, bringing all kinds of talisman water, as well as medicines, to treat people's diseases, of course, when treating diseases, it is natural to say a little mysterious.

Xu Wenjue took a rough sip, with a kind of helplessness, and said, "These guys haven't even seen fireworks, and isn't that just a trick in the capital?" He couldn't understand why such a simple thing could be slashed in front of this group of Indians as magic, and he really regarded them as the chosen ones.

Some of the Indians had already knelt down and told them about their loyalty, swearing allegiance to the group, and some were already praying, and one of them was half-kneeling on the ground and talking about his past, and in front of him was his own child, who was terminally ill, and where immediately a doctor came, and quickly prescribed him Chinese medicine.

Xu Wenjue bowed his head, this feeling is really not good at all, there are a group of natives all around, just using fireworks are regarded as great magicians, he is very disappointed, this kind of tribe can really be useful?

He looked at his land Xiaoliu, he had already relied on the kung fu he had learned from the troupe, and for a group of people around him, as well as a group of Indian women, he had already taken him as the focus, and he began to communicate with them in sign language, and he was stunned for a moment, and said, "Is it really useful for this kind of tribe to come?" ”

"They can help us grow food," some replied on the side, looking at the Indian tribes around him, Xu Wenjue shook his head, growing food? Looking around again, those cavalry looked good, but unfortunately they didn't know how to shoot on horseback, which disappointed him, what is the power of fighting only with sabers?

"The Aberches?" Xu Wenjue said disappointedly, and soon he saw Qi Cheng next to him, he also looked weird, and said, "Hmph! What's the use of this group of people coming, why don't you recruit wolf soldiers, Tusi is willing to fight for the general! ”

"Toast!" Xu Wenjue nodded, and Qi Mu did hum, "What do you know, this tribe has 300,000 people, although the cavalry is average, and the weapons are average, but they have 300,000, 300,000, understand!" ”

"What's the matter!" Xu Wenjue retorted, looking at this old man, Qi Mu said, "You should go to the martial arts hall to learn knowledge."

Xu Wenjue shook his head unhappily, and Qi Mu continued, "300,000 people, how long does it take to transport people from Daming, how much time does it take, but these 300,000 people are equivalent to taking root here, understand!" ”