The smell of blood invades the mouth and nose, and there is an unpleasant smell in the big tent, the smell of blood? No, it's more unbearable than the smell of blood, the smell of human skin, in front of me is a human skin, very uneven, some are thin and some are thick, some places have dense capillaries, some places have minced meat, and the battle-experienced generals will inevitably have an urge to vomit when they see this bloody human skin, especially the part of the head, with hair, or something like a mixture of white and red.

Xiao Chuan looked at the princess on the side, the princess did not vomit, but remained calm, very calm, in front of him stood the Hopi patriarch, the old man who looked very kind, with a kind of pain on his face at the moment, and said, "He is a warrior of our Hopi tribe, he also has a very beautiful wife, a lovely woman, and now he has lived with his grandfather" He calmly said the person's past The translator on the side translated silently, translated all his words, and his words were more chaotic, But the general meaning can be understood, this man died, leaving behind a daughter and a daughter-in-law, and saw his dead father gone.

The crowd listened quietly, and Xu Wenjue on the side said strangely, "Who is it, dare to kill the people of the Hopi tribe!" I don't know if they have signed a contract with us," he said angrily, he had seen the dead warrior before, and with a piece of tiger skin he had bought from hunting, he had exchanged a quick soap for his wife, and then left with a smirk.

Everyone was surprised, Xiao Chuan looked at the sad Hopi patriarch on the ground and said, "What's the matter?" The only Englishman who has a grudge against us is still fighting with King Philip at the moment, who is it, who killed him? Didn't you see our cavalry, and artillery?"

"It was the Aberches from the southwest, who fell to the British, and the British gave them the favor" The Hopi patriarch also began to call the white-skinned ghosts English, and understood something, "they are more valiant and warlike, and more cruel"

"Why are you willing to be a thug for the British" Xiao Chuan didn't understand, why did the tribe that couldn't beat the eight poles suddenly give the British as a subordinate, and the princess on the side did say in a deep voice, "Benefits!" Piff is not guilty of his guilt! Because your soap and silk are so profitable, it will inevitably cause other people's Kaixu, even if there are no such things, there are no so-called English, they will still look for you, childe! Because of the money."

Money! Shaking his head, he said, "So you can only meet these Indians" Xu Wenjue on the side smiled and said, "Let a certain Shenji battalion go, as soon as they come, with a cannon, they will collapse!" Qi Mu on the side snorted, "Haha! Fire the cannon, scare the people away, how to capture the prisoners, ask about the situation, it is better to let the cavalry of a certain go up" The two argued.

"The Aberche have a strong cavalry force," said the Hopi chief, with a look of fear on his face, "Their cavalry is very powerful, coming and going like the wind, and muskets, and their warriors, they are all very strong!" As a result, I heard the sound of laughter from the crowd on the side.

Cavalry is powerful? Can there be a Qing cavalry, can there be a thief cavalry? It's just a bunch of natives."

"He should be better than our little tiger, he is only twelve years old, and he has just learned equestrianism for two years."

Patriarch Hopi didn't understand what they meant, but he understood the taunt. In Daming, they have seen too many elite cavalry, and the cavalry here is like a child playing at home for them, riding and shooting, even if it is not equipped with firearms, it is still fighting?

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The sun shone on the wide plain, and the firearms shimmered with metallic sheen, and the organ cannons, the dense barrels of which were as dense as those of an organ, were filled with gunpowder, and a group of horsemen appeared on the ground in front of them, armed with scimitars, covered in paint, and wandering around.

Xu Wenjue waved his hand, the car formation of a group of soldiers of the Shenji Battalion was already very skilled, from the inside to the outside, chariots, firearms, firearms, large and small rockets, hundreds of tigers running together, and Congreve rockets, Xu Wenjue was holding the twist, calculating his length, the distance for a while and the length that should be cut to ensure that he exploded instantly after landing, this is a kind of thing that requires both experience and technology, he began to calculate, began to cut.

The huge rocket launcher, a group of soldiers of the Shenji Battalion also began to prepare, they did not have the slightest panic, not like the chaos at the beginning, only calmness at the moment, this calmness comes from self-confidence, self-confidence comes from the victory, the victory that has never been defeated, they are loaded with artillery.

The movements are incomparably skillful, incomparably skilled, and all the movements seem to have become natural, as if they have become natural movements.

There are also many Indians in charge of the hand, they look at the cavalry wandering on the opposite side with a look of fear, since the colonists brought horses, the Indians have also formed their own cavalry, some tribes are strong cavalry, some tribes are not good at cavalry, the Aberche people are the first people to master the wielding of sabers on horseback. Their cruelty and bloodlust are a nightmare for everyone, even the British are afraid of them!

The group of Indians looked at the cavalry opposite in fear, and there was only panic and panic in their eyes.

The cavalry on the opposite side was still wandering, they had never seen this kind of square chariot formation, never, on this plain, it was like a turtle shell, people had no idea where to start, the dark black face of the Indian led by them was full of indifference, and their eagle-like eyes scanned the entire military battle, waving their swords, "Warriors of the Aberche tribe, charge with me!" Kill the evil ghost in front of him" he shouted, looking at the organ cannon in front of him, it was not the kind of cannon with a large caliber, he was relieved, so that the warriors of his own tribe would not have anything to do.

A group of cavalry began to charge, like a torrent, the sabers glittered in the sun, the earth trembled, and launched their charge towards this tortoiseshell-like chariot formation, the sabers were brandished, flashing with cold, and the eyes of the people were a little unable to open.

The leader of the warriors brandished his sabers, "These cowards huddled behind wooden shields, they don't deserve those things, those riches, these will soon belong to the Aberches," he cried out, riches, the riches brought from the camp, without the British, they would have attacked here the same.

"It's useless for you to put such a thin tube in front," the Hopi patriarch began to remind them! And what's even stranger to him is that they don't seem to be in a hurry to launch the tubes in front, but to get some shelves here? What exactly are these big shelves for?

The crowd felt that they should send the bigger-looking flare tube outside, not in the innermost part, which did nothing.