The Mohawk Regiment marched silently, and the march of thousands of Indians in four detachments was spectacular, and the long-sharpened tendons were pierced with bone ornaments, which contrasted with the cockscomb's head.

The flint chieftain led his men to slowly knock his flint dagger with stones, and there were many such flints in the Mohawk Valley, which they mined and used as weapons, and the spearhead daggers were unusually sharp, but they were more brittle than iron tools, and like bronze, they were good for stabbing and not good for chopping.

He was running out of step and had to distract himself with the sound of this light tapping.

This was not due to his poor physical strength, the whole army tried to compete with the Mongols in front during the long march, and the results of their lack of experience in long marches speak for themselves.

For the Indians, who were accustomed to long-distance hunting, the Great Flint Clan had behaved very well, and in five days, they were taken by Hulan for three hundred miles, mountainous and woodland, even the Beiyang Banner Army could not bear it, not to mention the Mohawk warriors of the Great Suishi Clan, who walked farther than them.

The Mohawks had no rations, so they sent out foraging teams as they walked along the road and rested, and each time they ate, they were pulled down and chased after them.

If the Mongols who walked at the forefront walked with their hearts, then the Beiyang Banner Army in the second echelon ran at a constant pace, and the last Mohawk Legion ran at variable speed - they consumed more physical strength and had fewer safeguards than others.

There are no entanglements, not even shoes suitable for long-distance running, no matter how thick the calluses are worn out by the grass, all with a breath in the throat to keep up with the team, just to prove that the Mohawk warriors are no worse than others.

But the more he walked, the more worried the Great Flint Chief became, and he could feel that the Mongols leading the horses in front of him and the very clean foot knights were becoming fewer and fewer during the march, but the warriors from the Jurchen tribe who had similar hairstyles to them always walked in front.

The point was that this was not the route they had set out before the war, and even if they did, the flintstone chieftain could sense that they had most likely entered and penetrated deep into the territory of the Hurons, but he did not know why he did not encounter a single Huron village on the way.

The more they don't encounter them, the more dangerous they are for the flint chieftains, as it means that they will be enemy villages on all sides.

Could this Sixth Tribe of unknown origin be a traitor?

Hulan has her own plans.

The flintstone chieftain had a good sense of direction, and at this moment, their army of 2,000 troops had penetrated deep into the territory of the Huron Alliance, and was about to touch the hinterland.

Even the territory of the Ottawa Chinese is only two days' walk away.

They were in a hurry, and they didn't even hide the traces of the march behind the sergeant palace, and Hulan was almost certain that there must be people from the Huron Alliance chasing them a hundred miles behind their butts, but I don't know how many.

Foot and cavalry coordination, the speed of its implementation army is not much worse, no one is faster than anyone else in the foot, everyone has to eat and sleep, not to mention that there is a continuous grassland on the edge of the big lake for one or two miles, and the rest is a dense jungle, and the war horses cannot run away.

But the Mongols marched fast, even if they walked, because they ate fast—these days they ate all the livestock they had looted from the village of Huron, and each rider had a dozen pounds of meat stuffed into their hip pockets, and now that the weather was still cold, it would be bad if it was warmer, and even then the rest of the meat would be almost bad.

When the Indians were busy looking for food, making a fire, and cooking rice, the Mongolian riders put half a pot of water on the fire, threw the thin slices of meat into the pot with a small knife, walked around, sprinkled salt, and ate it, and drank the soup without wasting it.

Two meals a day of shabu-shabu, with raw meat tied under the saddle, can be eaten even if you are really hungry on the road.

The Mohawk people can toss a meal for an hour and a half from the beginning of preparation to the end of eating, and Hulan can save time for sleeping in less than half an hour with three meals a day and one piece.

"Can you still follow?"

The big raccoon's subordinates nodded happily, there were no horses or carts, they had long been accustomed to traveling long distances, but they had never tried to travel like Hulan...... There was no need to look for food, things were carried on the beasts, and they had to eat a lot of food, and they walked faster than they had done in the previous ten days.

Hulan patted the horse's head on his side and let out a long sigh: "They can really walk." ”

Not to mention that the Mohawk chief Da Suishi felt that the Ming army was moving so fast as if it didn't need to eat or sleep, and Hulan even felt that the Mohawk army was really magical.

Eating and grinding for so long, sleeping enough, the time for marching is already less, everyone else walks briskly, the Indians are always running, and they can still keep up with the team,

"Don't be vindictive." The big raccoon man's expression was full of worry, and he didn't want to talk to Hulan too seriously, and said: "Behind, left and right are the villages and towns of the Huron people, and the village of the bear clan is not far from the river in front, and we will enter their traditional hunting grounds if we go further, and it is still too late to retreat." ”

Although the son-in-law's army seemed to be very powerful, the big raccoon had never seen them fight with anyone, except that they were trained with the accuracy of their riders firing arrows and splitting knives on their horses.

But that's not how the aborigines fight, sometimes they're weak, sometimes they're strong.

For example, when the Hurons went to attack the tribe of the Iroquois, it was difficult to assemble an army of 5,000 men, and to organize 3,000 men was already an expedition that could be written into mythology; The Iroquois, in turn, is much the same.

But once their traditional territory is invaded, they can easily assemble tens of thousands of tribal warriors who can wield bows, spears, javelins, and blowguns when they have time.

What's more, the big raccoon has been making difficult calculations in his heart, and it is known that the total strength of the Iroquois Expeditionary Force is 2,000, consisting of three parts, the 1,000-man army of the Mohawks, 300 soldiers of the Taomi Division, and 700 soldiers of the Hulan Division.

The Mohawks are now left behind, less than eight hundred yesterday.

The rice eater has been eating shabu shabu, but he hasn't been left behind, but the big raccoon doesn't think that his warriors can defeat a hundred with one person.

In the eyes of the big raccoon, the Hulan Department can defeat a hundred, but the son-in-law's soldiers are even more strange, and the people are gone as they walk - he has been following behind Hulan, and he knows very well that the people in Hulan have not fallen behind, but the people are gone, and the atmosphere of the remaining people in the Hulan Department is not right, and the more they walk, the more confident they become.

There are fewer and fewer people leading horses, and the people on foot have not changed much, but they are elated and make people feel weird.

It's as if they ate those who disappeared and gained their courage.

"Traditional hunting grounds? It is not in vain for me to divide my troops. ”

Hulanle, who was holding his horse's mane, said: "The hunting ground is good, so that you can know how to hunt in our hometown." ”