The intelligence brought back by Song Yongzhong brought unprecedented pressure to Mao Xingjian, and he was no longer playing in the deep space alone, and began to need to face the survival pressure brought by other tribes, except for the more than 100 warriors with feather crowns on their heads in the tribe, the remaining Su people were all transferred by Mao Xingjian, plus more than 1,000 strong men in the immigrants, and built the city wall with their arms.

The Rocky Mountains next to each other were once again unlucky, carrying a saw made of steel and a big axe, mixed with the strong men of the two races, the dense primeval deep forest was like being gnawed by a dog, two people pulled the big saw, and in the creaking sound, the towering ancient tree that had grown for I don't know how many years creaked and fell to the ground with a bang, and then was put on a cow and pulled back to Snake City along the smooth snow road.

The useless branches and leaves are just used as fuel for heating fires in winter, and the main trunk is sawed into thick trunks of five meters high, and then buried side by side along the foundations dug out of the city, and the underground part is sprinkled with lime for embalming and buried for two meters, and then three meters above is exposed, and a wooden city wall is beginning to emerge, and then a beam is erected behind the wood, and a circle of plank trails is nailed, and the infantry defense space is also available.

Although these indigenous tribes in North America are too primitive compared to the Ming Dynasty, but under their simple social structure, the efficiency is several times that of the scattered Ming immigrants, Mao Xingjian, the great chief of Tarrak, only needs to give the order to the next set of the tribe's clans, and more than 100 Sioux members will carry out Mao Xingjian's orders in a muffled voice, and leave as soon as they are greeted, and they are not like the noisy and noisy Ming immigrants who shirk for a long time.

However, after all, they are two civilizations, and there are still a lot of problems and frictions encountered.

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Mao Xingjian is estimated to be a scourge, he came, the herd of bison growing on this land is not good, in the sound of heavy hooves galloping, and a large group of bison were driven to the thigh in the snow and ran, and the heavy hooves raised the snow and dust in the snow.

Around the herd, there were also more than a dozen North American bison.

It is no wonder that the Indians can become the last people on horseback in history, they are like innate talent in riding, two leather ropes tied to two horns, not even a saddle, the Indian warriors wearing a feather crown on their heads are as steady as a jack pendant, and the driving skills of man and cattle are admired even by the old knights of Mao Xingjian's sailors and marine cavalry.

The cattle did not have so many intrigues and tricks, they were driven in a circle, and before they knew it, they ran to a narrow valley, left and right, and more hunters with feathered crowns on their heads and spears in their hands came out, one hand still covered their mouths and whined, the fan-shaped encirclement blocked the road for the bison herd to flee on both sides, and dozens of cattle finally rushed incorrigibly into the narrow valley and into the preset trap.

The turf suddenly cracked, and in the loud plopping sound, more than 20 cows fell into the most primitive trap of human beings, among which the bulls are estimated to be inevitably stabbed, from the cow hero to the cow father. Looking at the cattle that fell into the trap, Mao Xingjian couldn't help but rush out excitedly, and behind him, Geng Geng of the old hunting team was full of disdain, plus a strong jealousy.

Snake City is more cattle and less horses, this is the first time to use cattle as mounts to drive hunting, and the result is a great success, so the efficiency of Snake City to hunt bison can be greatly increased in the future! The more cattle, the more land will be cultivated, and the more land there is, the more immigrants will be attracted, and this is a virtuous circle!

But just when the prince's face was cold and his eyes were hot, he looked at the angry cow who fell into the snow pit, and there was a rush of horses' hooves behind him, and Dongfang, who didn't have to follow him once, waved his face in the back.

"Prince!"

Plopped, the thing was so anxious that he fell off the horse, rolled in a large group of snow like a gourd, and the snow didn't care about patting, and he rushed to Mao Xingjian with a snort, panting and reporting impatiently.

"The prince ......, Snake City is ......, and the fight has started......"

A stream of green tendons appeared in his head, and before he could finish speaking, Mao Xingjian had already run two steps, snatched his horse, and shook the reins of the horse and shouted.

"Drive!"

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It's really like Dongfang Meng said, the fight started, or the Ming immigrants and the Indians fought, and more seriously, smashed the shop, Han Jinnong, the largest merchant in the town and the only merchant.

Before he Mao Xingjian came, Han Jinnong was the boss of the town, no matter what his purpose was, he gave wine to the people in the town on credit, and he usually had a lot of money and efforts to help, and he also accumulated a lot of popularity in the town.

Seeing that a few sailors from the Prince's Mansion were still watching the excitement on the side, Mao Xingjian, who was watching, couldn't care about the image, and the angry one rewarded a dragon claw on his cheek, and then pulled out the flintlock pistol that had been exchanged with Song Yongzhong, and fired it with a shot in mid-air.

"What are you fighting! At the feet of the prince, the land of indoctrination, is it not the opposite? ”

In the movie, the police were the last to arrive, and it was almost the same here, Mao Xingjian rushed in, and those sailors rushed into the crowd as if they had just woken up from a dream, or reluctantly, separating the two groups of people who were beaten with blue noses and swollen faces.

Mao Xingjian is really a headache, this time it is really the old continent working together, there are many Ming people, Koreans, dwarfs and people, and even the few in the town are like pandas, and a few horsemen and Mongolians are also on the battlefield, one by one, the nosebleeds flow like a stream, and the unconvinced nose is still there with hot air puffing out the green tendons on the head door, eager to try to go forward, and they will be what they are like when they are in estrus bison.

"Why fight?"

With a sad stomach, he grabbed a soft persimmon first, grabbed the old Mongolian veterinarian who treated the bully last time, pulled his collar, Mao Xingjian yelled depressedly, but in front of the wine, his prince's majesty was not good, his eyes were red, the green tendons on his head were jumping like earthworms, and the veterinarian old man gritted his teeth and pointed to the Indian with blue eyes on the opposite side and howled.

"Prince, we don't want to fight, we drink so well, these barbarians will grab wine when they enter the store, don't give money, don't say anything, and beat Han's shopkeeper, and then beat people when they see them, Prince! There is no royal law in this way! Do you still want to protect these brutes? ”

The Mongolian people in this era are all pointing at other people's noses and calling them barbarians, which shows how angry this group of Su people is! How unpopular! Listening to the words of a group of people there, Mao Xingjian turned his head to the other end.

Not to mention, it's really an acquaintance, Su Yu's old acquaintance, the chieftain of the clan Amalu, but even if he is an acquaintance, most of the Su language he shouted in Abba Abba there, occasionally mixed with two sentences of Chinese, are also swearing, Mao Xingjian didn't understand at all, his stomach was in a hurry, and he was so sad that people hurriedly took Su Yu out of the prince's mansion for translation, which suppressed the field.

Equally justifiable, Amalu jumped to his feet in annoyance and shouted: "Prince! With the same hard work, why do you have people from the cattle tribe who have wine to drink, and you can smoke cigarettes, but we of the Dalat tribe have no wine or smoke! It's not fair!"

Listening to a group of Indians shouting the same words, Mao Xingjian finally understood, and at the same time he was sad, but he couldn't cry or laugh.

The North American Indians are too primitive and too lacking! Everyone has almost no family background, the sense of personal property is indifferent, the clan is public ownership, and there is even less barter in the tribe, most of which also occurs between tribes and tribes, and the exchange at the tribal level, so they have no concept of money at all!

Who is unlucky? I'm out of luck! Seeing that the two sides were still scolding each other violently, Mao Xingjian reluctantly ordered someone to move up a platform and shouted loudly.

"Don't make any noise, listen to Lone's decision! All the losses that Hanjiadian broke today, the prince's mansion bears! You have taken the money you drank and smoked today!"

"Prince, do you still want to favor these barbarians?"

Just after selling grain, every household is like a demolition household, and the waist pole is very hard! Not to mention this amount of money, the old man of the groom, who was still bleeding from his nose, was noisy, and the first one roared angrily, and then a large group of immigrants were also there roaring angrily.

Mao Xingjian learned Confucianism, but now, he has realized how difficult it is to deal with this stock of unevenness! had to shoot another shotgun into the sky, and taking advantage of the gunshots, pointing at the Indians with slashed mouths and crooked faces, Mao Xingjian screamed sadly again.

"Old man Lu, you said they were a group of barbarians! Where do they understand this, everyone, Lone is the prince, Lone has a lot of readings! I won't lie to you! This matter is handed over to Lone to deal with, Lone to educate these Su people, next time they do it again, you will go directly to the Prince's Mansion and smash Lone's house, okay? ”

"This snake city belongs to the prince! The prince has spoken! Don't you believe it? Ladies and gentlemen, give the prince a face, today, let's disperse! ”

Followed by Han Jinnong, the fat man of the big shopkeeper, also ran over, his face was actually not good-looking, it was his son who was beaten this time, and he couldn't pay it off, but he was considered to know the general situation, and he also followed out to persuade him, and the bitter master and the big guy did not pursue it, although they were not convinced, a group of Ming immigrants finally discussed and dispersed helplessly.

Seeing that the black pressure had dispersed, Mao Xingjian finally breathed a sigh of relief and wiped his forehead, and before he knew it, he was already sweating hot on a cold day.

But who knows, before he could relieve his breath, Dongfang Meng, who was like a broom star, ran over again, and shouted again with his throat in sorrow.

"Prince, it's not good! At the East City Gate, the old Liu family and the Su people are fighting again!"

"Father is above!"

muttered a sentence in a depressed stomach, jumped off the wooden stool, took three steps and made two steps, Mao Xingjian once again ran towards the east of the city sadly.

On the way back just now, it was the Ming immigrants who had made a pot of porridge with these Indians! The nose and face were swollen, and the head was broken and bleeding.

"Why are you fighting?"

(End of chapter)