To say that people have a kind of cheap nature, they only know how to cherish when they lose.

In this battle, the Sioux tribe suffered heavy losses, more than 700 people were killed on the battlefield, thousands of people were injured, and more than 1,000 bullocks were left with about 400 still moving, and almost all of the rest were slaughtered.

Then the eyes of the six divisions of the Su tribe helplessly converged on the Ming cavalry that was shining on this battlefield.

Mao Xingjian was as always with the team back to the Lakta Department to eat and drink, that night, two pots of boiling water did not come back, the next day, with more than 680 people left, but they never knew which tribe pulled back more than 100 ox carts of rice and wheat grain, twisted and pinched without saying hello, directly unloaded in front of Mao Xingjian's camp, and then turned around and ran, listening to the sound of shouting out of the tent and looking at these ox carts, Mao Xingjian couldn't help but show a sneer on his face, The choice is a slap in the face of a high voice.

"Someone! Unload the cannon, and load the food into a truck for Adriana to escort over, and we'll eat Tarakta's!"

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The situation from the lowest point of the battle of Snake City, really turned around little by little, the careless cavalry copied the third day, Mao Xingjian sent back to the Baohai to escort the grain of a regiment smoothly returned to the Lakta Department, and back their car was not empty, I really don't know how the fat pile of staff Liu Fenggu flickered, Mao Xingjian spent out the cigarettes and high alcohol, the base camp was replenished not to mention, but also doubled, the sergeants were busy unloading the car and loading the car, the old boy was excited to get into the tent, nodded to Mao Xingjian.

"Prince, seeing the grain you sent back, Adriana is handsome, Fengyan Dayue, she affirmed the achievements of the Ninth Corps, and also let the little one take a word, Liu Fenggu is a good comrade, and he will definitely be promoted in the future!"

Mao Xingjian was a little confused, he swore that if he was ordered to return to the Beijing Division, he would thoroughly investigate the prospective examiners of the Capital Military Academy of the Beijing Division, and how much money they received to let these living treasures graduate! However, after being confused for a moment, a wave of excitement appeared on Mao Xingjian's face, and then he stared at the kid with a serious face and asked.

"Staff Officer Liu, have you seen Adeleena handsome with your own eyes? There is no joke in the army!"

"I've seen Adelena handsome!"

Patting his fat chest, the little fat man pointed to the sky and cursed, this affirmative answer once again made Mao Xingjian's face relax, and he sat on the soft fur chair, he was sincerely relieved, Adriana did not attack according to the plan!

However, after taking two breaths, Mao Xingjian jumped up violently again, and waved his face at Liu Fenggu: "Let the military judge seal the cigarettes and alcohol from Na Shuai's supplies on the spot, and hand them over to the Fifth Cavalry Regiment Tong Zamu Tuan, and let him organize a caravan to send the Ute Department, and then exchange tobacco and alcohol for food!"

"Prince, don't you give it to the soldiers? The big guys have been off smoking for days!"

The smile froze on his face, Liu Fenggu was full of consternation, and shouted loudly, who knew that Mao Xingjian, who heard this, suddenly realized that he was holding the golden scepter and knocking his head again.

"By the way, Adriana Shuai praised Liu Fenggu for being a good comrade! Then the work of explaining to the big guy the importance of food to the legion now will be handed over to Staff Officer Liu!"

"I've done a good job of recording the third level!"

Patting this fat man on the shoulder, Mao Xingjian laughed and walked out of the tent, and the fat on Liu Fenggu's face was about to twist when he heard a word, half of it was happy, half of it was sad, and the military merit was mixed at the third level, which can only be mixed by tens of thousands of people! But when he thought of facing the angry faces of those like-minded comrades-in-arms, he couldn't help but shudder.

But this kung fu made his chrysanthemum scream suddenly sound loudly outside the military tent.

"Staff Officer Liu Fenggu understood the righteousness and suggested that Gu go to the Su people for all the supplies to exchange for food to supply the army. You must learn from Lord Liu!"

Before the words fell, the door of the tent where the Chinese army was fighting was slammed open, and seeing Tong Zhamu who came in in with a lot of anger, the gold-wire glasses with a knife in the shadows, and the group of Shen Xingguo who was carrying a stick in his hand, the deputy of the third regiment dragging a washboard, and a large number of colleagues with pig's liver faces, Staff Officer Liu's legs softened directly, and he collapsed to the ground sadly, and directly hugged his head.

"Don't slap your face?"

Listening to the crackling sound of beating children in the tent, fluttering his ears, Mao Xingjian wandered out leisurely again, it is also good to read more books, when you don't see the Three Kingdoms, Prime Minister Cao Cheng, kill the grain officer for the heart of the An army? Aren't the subordinates the ones who take the blame for the leader!

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According to the prince's meaning, this batch of replenished enjoyment was still pulled to the Paiute Department in the eyes of the soldiers, and the precious winter grain was exchanged again, and in the trade, the relationship between the Su and the Ming was also brought closer again.

In the middle beach of the Snake River, after the Ming army showed its skills again, the six clans in southern Jiangsu were silent for the time being, but in the red deer and them, Mao Xingjian has fully seen the tenacity and stubbornness of these nomadic peoples, they will definitely not give up, the next time they appear again, maybe it will be like the Snake City War, Mount Tai is overwhelming, thunder!

Mao Xingjian, who used to advocate the fierce weapons of soldiers and brave men, has now begun to transform into a military commander, every day he soaked in the cowhide map drawn by the New World expedition, the thick cowhide was scratched by him with charcoal, and the areas designated as battlefields were marked by him, and the arrows of the offensive front collided sharply, and then a bloody and murderous battle sounded in his mind, but in the end, a big battle plan was heavily drawn by him and thrown aside.

Outside the Lakta tribe, a large number of small earthen bags were built, and it is no wonder that these Indian indigenous populations in the New World could not develop, only settled for a year, and the tribe of more than 3,000 people, there are as many as four or five hundred graves buried here, and the biggest casualties are none other than the last fierce tribal melee, and suddenly the tribe has lost more than 300 middle-aged men and women, sometimes think about it, they are also quite pitiful.

But the poor man also has something to hate, Su Yu's tomb is on the outside, he walked out of the command tent irritably, and came here with a distraction, looking at the wooden pillar that was used as a tombstone, that fluttered in the wind, Mao Xingjian gave it to him, and the blood-stained "Spring and Autumn", the prince's fist couldn't help but twist it again.

Whether it is language, knowledge, or even thinking, this Indian descendant has been integrated into the ancient empire of the East, but before Su Yu died, that sentence still echoed in Mao Xingjian's ears from time to time, making his ears ring from time to time.

"I'm a Sioux after all!"

Deep down, he always believes that he is still a Sioux person!

There are also red deer with this trait, as well as the two pots of boiling water that they now live in the tribe, as well as the cutting head, as well as the snake eagle, and those southern tribes, no matter how similar they are, they always identify with their Indian identity, the indigenous and the Ming Empire, always two races.

Even after the failure in Snake City, Mao Xingjian still thought that in fact, failure was his personal failure, and if he was not so arrogant and careful, maybe failure could be completely avoided! But recently, he has been constantly reflecting on what he has done in the Snake River, the people he has encountered, and the things he has created, but this firm point of view has slowly collapsed in his heart!

Looking at the "Spring and Autumn Period" that was fluttering with the wind and dyed with blood, Mao Xingjian also shook his head helplessly, and sighed with emotion.

"Yes! You're a Sioux after all!"

Although it was a small episode, but after walking around for a while, Mao Xingjian still recovered a lot, and once again he was full of combat effectiveness, rolled up his sleeves, Mao Xingjian planned to get into the command headquarters again, and then make a plan, but as soon as he arrived at the door, Staff Officer Liu Fenggu, who had a blue nose and swollen face, came out again.

A pair of lips were swollen into sausages, and the thing snorted sadly: "Too ......, too swollen ......, outside, there are old people looking for you outside!"

"The deceased?"

couldn't help but glance outside the tent area, just wanted to take a step, but Mao Xingjian immediately hesitated, immediately got into the tent, carried a big stick, and then hurriedly greeted the outside.

Next to the gate of the ski slope of the barracks, sure enough, several horses stopped there, and it seemed that a few people were talking to the sentry there, but they heard a wow-and-a sound, copying the stick, and the dignified prince came out murderously, roaring angrily: "Which thief came to the door again?" ”

"Despicable ......, convicted of despicable duties!"

Seeing the big stick with blood stains, Song Yongzhong's black face turned white with fright, and he bowed back sadly, and several members of the New World Expedition team on the side also followed there with a strange expression.

Looking at Song Yongzhong's familiar back, Mao Xingjian was stunned, looked at it a few times in disbelief, he suddenly pounced, and in Song Yongzhong's surprised look, he directly dragged him up, and then hugged him in his arms.

The back of his shoulder was patted by him incessantly, and after a few seconds, Song Yongzhong finally opened his arms suddenly, and sighed deeply with emotion.

"Humble, back to the team!"

(End of chapter)