When a woman shows her charm the most, she dances and dances Qionghua, while when a man shows her charm the most, she is no better than wearing a stubborn and fighting battlefield! Climbing steep snowy slopes, tribal warriors dressed in thin leather coats and even bare their chests and thighs showed off their strong muscles with vigorous exercise.

In the cold weather, white gas erupted from their mouths and noses, and tens of thousands of people rushed together, and the rich breath even condensed into a cloud on the heads of the crowd, and tens of thousands of tribal warriors rushed upward, the momentum was like a bloodthirsty hunting wild beast.

In the cold weather, in the breeches of the blazing flintlock pistols, the burst of gunpowder exploded like the stars twinkling at dawn, brilliant and brilliant one after another, and the white smoke that steamed up also covered the Ming army with a thick layer over the Ming army.

After thousands of shooting trainings, the sergeants had become so skilled at handling their guns as if they were their own hands and feet, and every seven or eight seconds, behind the snowy wall, a new line of gunfire rang out, and the blazing steel was particularly deadly compared to the muscles of the tribal warriors.

In the sound of puffing, a bloody hole suddenly exploded in the chest of the tribal warrior who was running wildly, and he knelt on the snow with a muffled grunt, followed by the leg that ran behind him was unnaturally twisted to the side in the blood splash, and the bloodshot white Sensen's bones were directly inserted into the snow, and the bright red was like a plum blossom in Ling Han's anger, temporarily released in the snow.

Among the enemies that the Dongjiang River had fought against, even the strongest defender of the most terrible Houjin Eight Banners, the most desperate and the most powerful peasant army, once they encountered such fierce gunfire and sniped and suffered such heavy casualties, they had to be dispersed early, even the stronger Spanish musket team relied on the constraints of the formation, and their faces were full of fear.

But the group of North American Indians in front of them, just like they are not people, in the face of the vivid deaths in front of them, what they showed was not fear, but an indescribable fanaticism, the front fell, the back followed, the right arm was broken, and the left arm dragged up a heavy axe, the Ming army had faced so many enemies, these tribal warriors of the New World were definitely the worst equipped ones, but their crazy will to fight was the strongest! Not one of them!

Moreover, they were still numerous, as many as 80,000, and the Ninth Corps did not reach the era of machine gun repeating guns after all, and could not achieve absolute fire suppression, and after paying the price of thousands of lives, trampling on the blood of their comrades, the first batch of panting savage warriors rushed to the snow wall barrier.

The last round of gunfire was fired, and in the white smoke and dust, the soldiers who jumped on the barrier did not know which clan had blood holes in their chests and fell down tremblingly, but immediately behind them, a dense crowd rushed up, and there was no time to reload the bullets, so they directly stuffed the whole strip into the muzzle, and the infantry in the next row roared and stabbed the bayonets, and the second time, blood splattered again, and dozens of North American warriors fell under the bayonets.

However, even the skillful bayonet fighting skills can't deal with so many enemies, a private who doesn't know that piece of the Beijing division has just sent the bayonet into the enemy's chest, and before he can pull it out, the rapid wind suddenly whistles in his ears, and subconsciously he is frightened to pull out the rifle to block, but what makes him even more frightened is that the tribal warrior who was stabbed through the chest actually smiled and held his bayonet with both hands, even if the hand was cut by the blade, the white bones were exposed!

Bang~

The forged infantry steel helmet was still so hard, but the neck wearing the steel helmet was unnaturally tilted to the side, and the Ming warriors fell to the ground softly.

Historically, the most willing ethnic minorities in the north have been to use blunt weapons, just like the Southern Song Dynasty has lamentation, thieves have maces, and I have heavenly spirit covers! The more technologically backward the nation, the more willing it is to use blunt weapons to fight, after all, the technical content of this thing is not high, and the lethality is not low.

The same is the Southern Song Dynasty, the heavy armor of this era has developed to the limit, the Southern Song Dynasty's foot armor, the Western Xia's mole armor, and the Western canned cavalry, but the most restrained of these heavy armor is nothing more than blunt weapons, carrying axes, holding huge hammers and sticks of the tribal warriors, but to a certain extent restrained the Ninth Corps, the three-person squad of the triangular mandarin duck array just cooperated to pick and kill the four or five enemies in front of them, it was too late to pull out the bayonet to fight in the air, the sixth, seventh, eighth heavy hammer stone axe slashed over again.

Plop~ The huge axe was slashed on the chest, and the refined forged armor was still so strong, but the chest collapsed, and the armored soldier spat blood and fragments in his mouth, but he knelt weakly on the cold snowfield. On the other end, a Ming infantry in the second layer of trenches had just poked his head out and knocked on the trigger, and in the whistling sound, the spear with a stone counterweight in front and a four-edged harpoon tied to the snake river came straight to the face, and in the terrifying sound of poofing, the Ming army was thrown alive, covering his chest, screaming and slumping to the side.

Seeing that his first front was almost overwhelmed by several times the number of Indian tribes, Mao Xingjian, who was holding a war knife high, was not anxious and panicked, but his pupils showed an unprecedented firmness and affirmation.

The killing of Tianwu this time provoked the anger of the entire western Indians, not because Mao Xingjian was hot-headed for a while, or he was angry and desperate like a gambler who had lost everything, but on the contrary, it was after his long and deliberate consideration.

Su Yu, red deer, and black hooves, two pots of boiling water, the patriarchs of the Sioux tribe, the leaders of the Apache tribe, after such a long period of contact, through them, Mao Xingjian became more and more aware of the fact that despite the primitive society and poor technology, these North American Indians still have a strong sense of cultural identity and centripetal force, they identify with their own culture, now in retrospect, he Mao Xingjian was able to conquer the Sioux in the early stage and unite so many tribes, not these people were enlightened, but he Mao Xingjian was Sovietized, At least in the guise of the indigenous Indians, this made them agree a little, but he only took two wrong steps, and he was greeted with a complete loss!

It's too difficult to conquer these natives with their education! After all, they are two races with themselves, and he Mao Xingjian can compromise with Indian culture, it does not mean that the Ming immigrants who followed to the New World can compromise, the difference in ideology, the two races are still inevitably bloody and fighting, for culture and land, fight to the death!

And he Mao Xingjian, after all, is the prince of the Ming Dynasty!

So even though he could continue to take the path of compromise, he still didn't kill those heavenly witches at all, broke out this battle in advance, concentrated it together, and set it up on the battlefield he expected!

In the mountains and forests, in small-scale sabotage battles, these native, cunning and wolf-like Indian warriors are indeed kings, but in large-scale positional warfare, they are still the home of the Ming army! Now it is still the strongest wave of self-confidence and centripetal force of the North American Indians, as long as they are completely defeated, these hunters in the mountains will no longer have such strong self-confidence to resist the Ming Dynasty!

Holding the war knife high, Mao Xingjian also roared wildly, and with his shouting order, the sound of metal rubbing the scabbard suddenly sounded again.

I have to admit that the mixed prince corps configured by Mao Jue is indeed very reasonable.

"Death to !!"

Strange words came into his ears, and a warrior of the Huobi tribe who was holding a heavy stone hammer and was frantically hitting the back of the Ming army turned his head in astonishment, and the next second, what caught his eyes was a cold glow.

Not far from him, another Cheyenne warrior roared and raised the stone axe he got from Mao Xingjian, but the axe didn't wait for it to be slashed, but the knife light had already come first, and in the clicking sound, his arms with heavy iron axes were falling backwards with blood, and in his unwilling roar, the second knife slashed at the major artery in his neck, and another stream of hot blood spurted out, staining the cold snow red.

The bayonet is indeed a battlefield weapon, it abandons all the cumbersome momentum, and the essence is left on a stab, but the upper limit of the bayonet is therefore not so high, a top master, in a short period of time, you can burst out of the impact and stab one, two, three, or even four, five or six, but more than ten people in a row rushed up, and they couldn't greet it anyway.

Sharp knife skills can!

Chop, chop, stab, pick, tease! The arc-shaped attack range is enough to deal with a large circle of enemies in front of them, and the speed of the light knife is much higher than the heavy blunt weapon in the hands of the tribal warriors, slow throwing guns, in the face of the Ming army wearing strong armor and almost invulnerable, these katanas only have the part of abuse, but the Japanese samurai who have slashed and killed these unarmored infantrymen and practiced their swordsmanship all their lives have been transformed into killing harvesting machines one by one, and in their efficient slashing, those tribal warriors who rushed into the trench were actually emptied in a large circle in a short period of time.

They also gave the Goryeo infantry and the Gyeongshi conscripts time to regroup, retreating to the second snow trench, where the neatly lined musketeers once again struck the trigger at the large tribal warriors who rushed forward fiercely.

Bang bang bang bang ~

Another white mist rose, and a large number of tribal warriors who were fanatical and charged towards the snow trench fell to the snow like an electric shock, and saw the rows of black guns standing on the trench, finally, the tribal warriors who followed behind hesitated, did not know who, and finally turned around and ran down the mountain in hopelessness, with this first person, the first wave of crazy attacks from the western continent was terminated, trampling the bright red snow that had been dyed in the forward position, The Indian warriors like the tide also retreated like the tide.

More than a dozen samurai leaders even held blood-dripping katanas, carried human heads, and roared ostentatiously, however, Mao Xingjian, who was looking down with a telescope, the muscles on his face twitched violently because of tension.

Almost next to the first wave of retreating Indians, the second wave of tribal warriors pounced on them like a frenzy, and this time, it was a hundred and a half tons of North American bison that took the lead!

A North American cow with a flame on its tail and a sharp knife tied to its horns, which cannot be tamed by castration!

Looking at the familiar Su people who were driving the cattle, the prince put down the binoculars heavily, and the next second, he helplessly tilted his head to the side.

(End of chapter)