Lin Xiao scratched his head, his face sluggish and slow, and he inserted a feather into his hair towel.

In the roar of the camp calling for revenge, complete the transformation from a guerrilla general of the Oriental military government to a liberator of South Asia, Lautaro.

The horsemen of the Mapuche cavalry, with their flags and spears, galloped toward the port of Lear, and as they passed through the tribe, the riders turned over and dismounted, and rushed into the house like a whirlwind to say goodbye to the girls, singing a song to the tune of the girls that they were about to set foot on the battlefield, both to say goodbye to the girls and their relatives, and to give themselves courage.

When he set off again, Lin Xiao, who was sitting on a horse, opened his eyes everywhere, and he followed the queue to look at everything around him blankly as the third-generation Lautaro, and the Mapuche soldiers who were extremely familiar with his training in the past made him feel extremely unfamiliar.

It's as if everyone has rehearsed it all, but he's still in the dark.

They are not the same.

Lautaro is tall, he is slightly shorter; Lautaro is black, he is slightly white; Lautaro had a tattooed nose and a bone ring, and he was clean...... He knew very well that he was not Lautaro, but everyone could treat him differently after he put a feather ornament on himself.

It's as if he really was Lautaro, not even the one he knew, but the real Lautaro who poured gold water down the throats of the Spanish colonizers.

The worst thing is that the matter is a foregone conclusion, and all he feels in his heart is fear.

This fear did not come from the cowardice of avoiding the war, he knew what the name Lautaro meant to the Mapuche people, and indeed to the indigenous peoples of Peru, Chile, Colombia and the whole of South Asia, and the name had the power of role model.

And the role model?

Lin Xiao, whose status, power, knowledge, and experience are rising rapidly, is still in the process of determining his position, and he is not sure if he can be a good example.

At the end of the line, Lin Xiao looked up at the dragon flag fluttering at the top of the mast, and when he looked towards the pier, Shao Tingda, who was surrounded by guards and holding his arms, nodded at him.

Seeing him coming, Shao Tingda waved his hand to retreat from the guard, looked at him with a somewhat solemn sigh in his eyes, and groped around his waist to hand out a Muye cigarette: "Don't ask anything, I don't know more than you, only Lautaro knows why he chose you." ”

Shao Tingda knew the question in the young guerrilla general's mind, and in fact it was also deeply rooted in his heart after receiving the message from Panama.

Lautaro has a lot of generals who are proficient in business, they may not be as good as Lin Xiao, the most important thing is that Lin Xiao is not a Mapuche person, or even a South Asian, the Ming military government deliberately created them in this land with the same roots and the same origin as the local people, but everyone is pretending, they know in their hearts that they are different from the local people.

Even the natives know this, but they are also deliberately anesthetizing themselves, they have become accustomed to having others riding on their heads, even if the Spaniards riding on their heads are driven away, in exchange for the Ming people who are walking in front, they have no choice but to follow suit.

The tribal form of natives would normally not even accept the conquest brought by the neighboring tribe, so let them accept the rule of a larger empire?

Everyone is just struggling to make ends meet, deliberately ignoring the problem and leaving it to the next generation, the next generation.

"Anyway, you are the guerrilla general of the Ming Dynasty, and he says that you are Lautaro, then you are really the guerrilla general Lautaro."

The message only said that Lautaro was injured by artillery, Shao Tingda thought that his life was short, even the most experienced military doctor could hardly let people live from the gun, he raised his hand and patted Lin Xiao's shoulder: "You know how heavy the burden on your shoulders is, and it costs a lot to break free from the shackles." ”

When he said this, Shao Tingda's mind was unreasonably reminded of the many people he had left behind many years ago.

Among those people are Wu Duan, the leader of the rebel army who surrendered to Yu Dayou on the bank of the new river, Li Yayuan, who has formed a military village for dozens of miles, and the thief who still doesn't know his name and was beheaded by him himself, laughing wildly before the execution, Shao Bianjiao's father.

At that time, Shao Tingda wanted to find the meaning of killing.

To this day, he understands that soldiers defend their homes and defend their country, and that as a violent group, they compete for power and profit with each other, but he still does not know the meaning of killing, and he does not know the meaning of his own existence.

But he doesn't want to know anymore, it's his fate.

When I was young, I always thought that I could grasp fate, but then I thought about it, even if I caught fate, what could I do? A person like him who is shallow and ordinary can not know where to go even if he grasps his fate.

It's better to follow fate, and fate doesn't allow him to come for nothing.

Now fate has found Lin Xiao, right in front of him.

Lin Xiao asked: "General, what arrangements does the marshal have for me?" ”

Shao Tingda shook his head, "Lautaro proposed to Deng Shuai that you should be Lautaro, Deng Shuai reported to the marshal, and the marshal was approved, and said...... The people love Lautaro, and you have to deserve it. ”

Speaking of this, Shao Tingda suddenly smiled, and his tone became relaxed: "Lautaro has a good eye, my Ming officers and soldiers have suffered enough, the weather in Majiagang and Tierra del Fuego Island is cold, Chile has it, you followed Lin Shuai to resist Xiyi on Linlai Island, and you suffered a lot, those small scenes in Colombia can't kill you, Lautaro must know about it, so he chose you to be the new Lautaro." ”

"No matter what, now Lautaro's wish is your wish, Lautaro's mission is also your mission, it doesn't matter what he wants to do, you will inherit this ambition and fight for more people."

"Lautaro Battalion Shao is reserved for you, there are not many local Mapuche people who can fight, and when you go to Colombia, you can send young good seedlings through Panama, and the sick seedlings will help you practice, so that you have no worries."

For Shao Tingda, Lautaro may not be so good in terms of strategy, at least the battle that injured him is not so wise, since he does not have the ability to storm the big city, he should spend more time besieging them, let them starve to death, after all, it is against the regular army of the Western Kingdom.

But this man has a long-term vision, Lautaro is a sensitive name, it means the hero of the aborigines, and the only hero, and now the name belongs to a middle-ranking officer of the Ming Dynasty.

This means that what he wants to pursue will not be completed by him, nor will it be completed by his people, and this honor will belong to Da Ming.

But there is no doubt that what he wants to do, will succeed.

Lin Xiao will not die in a hundred battles, and the Spaniards will be expelled from Asia by him with Lautaro's name.

If Lin Xiao died, the Spaniards would not be able to gain a foothold in this land.

The process doesn't matter, the result is the same.

Lautaro will get his wish.