After a few days of snowstorms, the gloomy weather finally disappeared, and the thin clouds could no longer hide the sun's brilliance, but the Siberian winter sun did not give people a warm feeling at all, but gave people a cold and blazing white feeling. [No pop-up novel network]

After the wind and snow covered the ground, after a whole day of the sun's rays, not only did it not melt, but it became very cold and hard, and the rustling sound was far away, and in a short time a large group of men and horses appeared at the mouth of this valley, and they were the caravan that had set out from Nebuchu the day before. And just a few miles ahead of the valley was a sloping field, where a camp made of logs and stones came into view.

Petrov, the cavalry captain who had taken the lead, could not help but breathe a sigh of relief: "It's almost time to arrive, tell the brethren, and with a little more effort, we can take a good bath and have a good meal here tonight." ”

The Russian cavalry roared excitedly and rushed down with their horses, while the infantry could only curse and dodge the cavalry and follow the dozens of horse-drawn sleighs slowly.

Liang Yaocai, who was the head of the caravan, took a deep breath. "Unexpectedly, turning around, their military station was actually placed in this ravine."

"What did you say?" Next to him, a steward sent by Andre, the old Maozi merchant, came over and said curiously.

"Oh, nothing, I mean we've finally found a place to rest, and we don't need to spend the night in the snow like we did last night." Liang Yaocai said with a smile. Soon, the huge caravan left the valley and headed for the station, and when they had left Yorish, several figures appeared at the mouth of the valley, cautiously showing their heads.

"The military station is actually hiding here, damn, after two days and one night, I finally found another one." One of them wiped his face and took a deep breath, their clothes were pure white, almost blending in with their surroundings in this icy and snowy environment.

"Hehe, this is thousands of miles of barren and uninhabited Siberia, if there is no one to guide the way, even if our Reading Brigade is scattered in this area for three or five months, we will not be able to find it. It's really a shame that there is such a caravan to guide us, Lao Qi, how about drawing the terrain here. ”

"Don't worry, it's not bad. But platoon commander, let's really just follow all the way, except for drawing maps, we don't do any? The old man took off the gloves in his hand, rubbed his hands, took out the paper and pen, and began to do his work, as he asked.

"It's not that I don't do it, it's not time yet. We must not do anything until their escort has withdrawn to Nebuchu, otherwise it will not be good if it arouses their alarm. ”

"Yes, each of their military stations is less than one hundred and fifty people, more than two or three hundred, although the distance is a little farther, but if you really want to gather together, it is definitely a force that cannot be underestimated, don't forget that the adult once said that the Russians are greedy, but they are very tenacious, the Russians were in the battle with the Kangxi Emperor of the Qing court in Nebuchu, they were trapped in the city of Nebuchu by several times the enemy, but they insisted on defending the city for nearly a year, and when they surrendered, they were almost starved to death. Therefore, we must ensure that the plan can be implemented step by step, and the maximum victory will be exchanged for the minimum cost. The platoon commander of the reconnaissance platoon over there explained to his comrades.

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At the same time, in the wilderness next to the Great Salt Lake in the western part of the New World, a team of horses was running, all converging in one direction, each holding the unique symbol and totem of the Indorians, representing which race and tribe they belonged to.

Looking from above, you can even see that there are many Indian Anma teams running along the horizon, and they are gathering towards the wasteland next to the big salt lake, which is simply a huge gathering of Indian Anzu.

Here, almost all of the Indian groups in North America can be seen: the Atabasgans, the Argonquins, the Iroquois, the Sioux, the Muscokes, the Cheyenne...... The first group had several or even dozens of tribal chiefs or elders who had traveled thousands of miles to attend an unprecedented gathering before the warriors of their tribe guarded them.

"My grandmother, I really didn't expect that so many people would come, at least thousands, right?" Standing on a lonely peak next to the Great Salt Lake, Pan Jinxian, commander of the 151st Division of the New First Army in the New World with a telescope and a panoramic view of everything around, took a deep breath and secretly slammed his tongue.

"Of course, the Indians are the masters of this whole continent, and their population is at least ten to twenty times that of our current population in the New World." Zhu Ye smiled and straightened out his steel helmet. "Let's go, it's time for us to go down and see our native friends in the New World, we need to greet them well and make friends."

"Damn, isn't there tens of millions of people, so many people, if you really unite them completely, it is really a force that cannot be underestimated." Pan Jinxian's eyes lit up.

"It's not to be underestimated, but the problem is that there is always friction between the various groups of the Indians, even between the tribes, and they are like a plate of loose sand, and there is no way to twist them into a rope." Zhu Ye shook his head and sighed.

"No wonder they only have to hug their heads when they meet those colonists." Pan Jinxian said with a smile.

"Fart! Although the Indians do not get along with each other, you must not underestimate this people, among whom there are many warriors who dare to use their chests to face the invaders. It can be said that they possess the most beautiful qualities in the world: they are upright and down-to-earth, always resolute and courageous in the face of their enemies, and full of affection, so gentle and humble towards nature and family, and generous in promise. Zhu Ye glared at Pan Jinxian and explained.

"In a word, good people don't live long, and disasters will last for thousands of years, these simple guys have met Western colonists with the surname of robbers, and only if they are undefeated can they have ghosts." Wu Qiyin next to him said with a smile. "However, here we are, and it is time for those Western colonists and Yankees to taste the wisdom of our Orientals."

"Linglu, the elder of the Radeta tribe of the Sioux tribe, this is the giant serpent elder of the Dakota tribe...... "The Hamowi tribe, the bison tribe, the rock tribe and the blue bird tribe, which have the deepest relationship with the Chinese, are accompanying several Chinese to receive these Indians.

"What tribe are they from?" Seeing the Chinese who were very similar to their own skin color, hair color, and even face, the Indian chiefs and elders were very surprised.

"No, they're not from any tribe, they're Chinese, that is, from the other side of the sea." The Bison Chief explained with a smile.

"It looks like us." One of the elders was surprised.

"Perhaps many years ago, we had a common ancestor, and many of our ancient Chinese texts describe that one of our ancestors crossed the sea to settle in ......the New World," explains Liang Wengeng, now the Chinese commander-in-chief of the New World, with a smile.

"Really?" Several of the Indian tribal elders and chiefs exclaimed. At this time, the shaman of the Iroquois Mohawk tribe who accompanied Liang Wengeng had a solemn look on his face. "The totems of their ancestors are the same as those of our Iroquois, and although I don't know how, one thing is for sure, it was our ancestors who guided us to meet them here, and they were not only our friends with the Iroquois, but also our brothers."

Hearing this, many of the people present were shocked, although their faces were still full of doubt, but no one stood up to refute or question, because they believed that the Iroquois shaman would not dare and would not joke with such things, and that the Indians had a reverence for their ancestors and nature that no other people could match.

Liang Wengeng didn't give any explanation for the puzzled eyes and expressions of these people, and said with a kind smile: "We will discuss this issue later, you must be very tired from coming thousands of miles here." Please take a break at the edge of the Great Salt Lake, and we'll take you there. ”

In a large tent next to the Great Salt Lake. "Elders, the Great Raven Chief of the Blue Bird Tribe is here." In the temporary residence of the Cheyenne chieftain, who had arrived yesterday, a warrior walked into the tent that could hold nearly a hundred people, and bowed down to the leaders of the council, representing the ten tribes of the Cheyenne, and respectfully reported to them.

"Let's come in with our Hamowi brothers." Mundada, the eldest of the Cheyenne leaders, stood up and nodded. Soon, a lean man about sixty years younger, but wearing an intricate and beautiful feathered headdress, walked into the tent. Although age has carved countless annual rings on his face, his steps are still so vigorous, he is the chief of the big crow of the Qingdao tribe of the Hamowei tribe.

"My brother Hamowi, I am glad to see you again." The Cheyenne Prophet Mundada stepped forward and embraced Chief Raven.

"Me too, my Cheyenne brothers. I'm glad you're here, and around the Great Salt Lake, my ancestors will be glad that we can all meet here. ”

(To be continued)