Song Yongzhong felt like vomiting blood.

In the past few months, his footprints have been all over the mountains and deserts, just to control the movements of the Indians, for the safety of Snake City, the first stronghold colony in the Ming Dynasty to go so deep inland, but now it is good, the city is full of Indians, so that he almost thought that Snake City was occupied.

Originally, his face was black, but now he was even darker with a face that was about to catch up with Uncle Hei, dull as if he wanted hail, and he silently packed up the gunpowder bags and guns and weapons in the coat of the war horse.

Mao Xingjian also inherited a little bit of Mao Jue's political bacteria, knowing that now there are so many retainers in Snake City that have the thickest thighs at any time, in terms of understanding of the New World, no one can compare to Song Yongzhong, who has been here for four years, and remembers Song Yongzhong, who is all over half the continent, he also has to be a corporal of Lixian, with a kind smile of Mingjun, and a smiling face behind this cavalry lieutenant Haha.

"Lord Song is brave for loyalty, and he is tired of running around for the great cause of the court, it is really hard, Gu has prepared a banquet, and I invite Lord Song to take a seat!"

"Prince Xie, but he still has military affairs in his humble position, and he can't accompany him, please forgive the prince!"

Leadership is not so easy to be! touched a soft nail, but Mao Xingjian continued to warm his face, desperately sticking it on the cold buttocks, since care can't buy the effect, he simply came to a sincere and admittedly wrong type, a dignified and cold noble son, and he was almost coquettish.

"This time the recruitment of Lakta did not discuss with Lord Song, it is indeed a lonely mistake, but lonely is also a helpless move, thousands of acres of paddy fields, the rice is ripe and hung heavily in the field, but no one goes to harvest, in a hurry, this is to hire the natives to come over to help with the work, next time! Next! There are also local things, and I invite Lord Song to discuss the counselor, what do you think? ”

All right! Even if it was an unpopular prince, the dignified prince pulled down his face like this, and Song Yongzhong finally reluctantly put down the reins of the horse, turned around and bowed heavily to Mao Xingjian.

"Prince, the Sioux people are still a peaceful tribe, but if you rashly recruit the Rakta tribe, it will definitely attract the fear of the remaining six tribes of the Su-language alliance, especially Dakota, who was born by the four great chiefs, and the hatred of several tribes of Nakota, especially the sun gathering held by the Sioux tribe in Snake Lake in the early summer of next year, if the Rakta tribe does not arrive, the remaining six clans will definitely raise troops to attack!"

"And now the trouble doesn't stop there, the Apaches between the Spaniards and Mexico, the Apache tribes between the Spaniards and Mexico, the Cheyenne, the Zuni and the Comanche have been going south for five years, and they have returned to the Great Salt Lake this fall, and in the early summer of next year, these natives will definitely arrive on the south bank of the Snake River, and these people will have a full 100,000 people, and the tribe is fierce and aggressive, and when the time comes, in order to compete for land hunting grounds, there must be disputes between them and the Sioux and Snake City!"

Not to mention, the hot face and cold ass are really right, if you talk about the understanding of the New World, there is no one who is better than Song Yongzhong, in a blink of an eye, this black-faced cavalry lieutenant has already thrown out two major military news, Mao Xingjian is shocked to hear, and the horror is beyond measure, the face of a noble son of the Beijing master is a little frightened and pale, pinching the chin without a few hairs, Mao Xingjian's grim face was digested for two or three seconds, and then asked solemnly.

"Lord Song, how do you think Lone should deal with the current situation?"

With a heavy fist on his face, Song Yongzhong pointed to the bull skull totem that was still erected not far away and said: "Since Your Highness wants to do something in the indigenous Indians, you can't intervene as an outsider in my Celestial Empire, you must integrate into the indigenous identity, the first thing you need to do now is to marry a woman from the Rakta tribe, obtain the status of the Sioux people in the form of a membership, and then challenge the Great Chief Dalatda." ”

"Then it is necessary to prepare for the position of the chief of the Sioux people at the Snake Lake rally next summer, and let the 30,000 people of the seven Sioux tribes of the Snake River at least under your order, wait for the arrival of the Cheyenne people and other tribes to the north, and gather the seven Sioux tribes to defeat them!"

This is a step, which makes Mao Xingjian's face ugly, who is he? The crown prince of the Ming Dynasty, even if he is now a half-wasted prince, he is also a prince! Originally, Huaxia's identity was higher than Yidi, and let him enter the Yidi barbarian department, the slap not only hit him Mao Xingjian's face, but also slapped his father and queen Mao Jue Chen Jiao together, if it was transmitted back to Daming, Mao Xingjian really couldn't imagine what kind of face Mao Jue would be.

"Is there no other way?"

"Retreat to the Sea of Jewels, relying on the range of the Black Pearl's cannons, it is enough to make the natives die as many as possible, or Your Highness asks Your Majesty to send a legion over, only one legion is needed, which is enough to ensure that my Ming Dynasty sweeps the entire New World."

Hearing these two suggestions, Mao Xingjian simply rolled his eyes, turned his back in worry, turned his head and looked back at the bull skull totem pole on the tree, and after a long time, he squeezed his fist fiercely.

"Let's do it!"

Even if he is deposed as the crown prince, in this new world, he still has a piece of his Indian Empire, which is not inferior to his father's great cause of ending the troubled times, and he made up his mind, the prince screwed his fist in front of his eyes, but on the contrary, this kung fu, a Soviet beauty with a dark face, a big nose, and a wide mouth walked out with her biceps ~ Bang.

Seeing Mao Xingjian, the Su beauties obviously lit up, and they fainted with their hands in their hearts, but the corners of the prince's white and tender mouth twitched violently.

Is this question a second thought?

........

"Hey, hey, hey! What are you doing? ”

Confused, Han Xiaomo suddenly rushed out with a subtle look inexplicably, ripped off her coat, and wrapped a cloak with a strong Su style, embroidered with the sun, mountains and grass on her, and then pulled her little hand and walked out.

"Where are you going? I'm not done yet! I'm going to make dinner! Big nephew!! ”

In the angry scream, Han Xiaomo was still dragged out by Mao Xingjian with his head stuffed.

There are two ways to join the Indian tribe, one is to recognize relatives, such as finding a godfather to support yourself, cough cough, anyway, this is not suitable for Mao Xingjian, filial piety is great, who dares to call Mao Jue a brother side by side? Another example is to find a brother to worship, but it is estimated that Mao Jue should not be willing to have an Indian godson, so in this way, Song Yongzhong was directly afraid of death at the first time, and he didn't mention it.

The second is to marry an Indian woman, the North American Indians of this era are still in the stage of transition from matrilineal society to patrilineal society, the status of women is still quite high, and men will not be looked down upon from one tribe to another.

But after turning around, the prince's face turned green, and they all said that the wood house was beautiful, but that was definitely! It is not easy to survive in the New World, and it is raining all year round, and Snow White has to make the old witch's arms catch up with the strength and beauty of her thighs, which is really something that the prince can't appreciate.

So, Mao Xingjian simply came to a combination of one or two!

In the hall downstairs, the chief of the Tarak tribe, Dalatda, and the oldest witch had already been invited there, and sat next to each other on both sides of a tea house, Dalatda's wrinkled old face obviously showed a sense of helplessness and emotion, as for the old witch, she still looked light, squinting calmly and sitting there.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

Han Xiaomo was still there in a daze, and asked puzzledly, the prince who couldn't take a step behind her directly kicked her leg lightly, and she didn't pay attention, this girl came to a rice cake party and climbed directly in front of the old witch.

"Oops~"

Fortunately, there was a mat on the ground, and it didn't hurt to fall, and she was depressed and holding on to the floor, the wild girl in the grassland wanted to settle accounts with Mao Xingjian when she got up, but as soon as she raised her head, there were three hard eagle feathers inserted in a piece, and the bones of the cow were handed to her by a pair of dry and old hands.

Before he could understand, Mao Xingjian pulled her little hand again, dragged her and hurriedly walked to Dalatra, looking at Mao Xingjian, who was staring at him, and sighed helplessly, the old Indian actually reached out to compose more than 30 feathers of his own, and the long back of the head feather crown was also taken off, and shouted a Su language loudly, and finally in turn, the feather crown was properly buckled on Mao Xingjian's head.

An authentic Indian tribal apprenticeship, marriage, and the transfer of power was completed in just two minutes, and the simple explanation is that Han Xiaomo took over the mantle of the first wizard of the tribe and became the chief witch of the Tarak Department, and then Mao Xingjian held Han Xiaomo's hand in front of the chief and the big witch, saying that he married her, so that Mao Xingjian also joined the Tarak Department, and then he challenged Dalatra, who decisively admitted defeat and handed over the position of the big chief to him.

Because Mao Xingjian is still the chief of the "Youniu Ministry", this series of power exchanges, the "Youniu Ministry" can be regarded as being incorporated into the Tarak Ministry, as Song Yongzhong of the new road passed, Mao Xingjian got a game ticket for the power struggle within the Indians.

However, all this seems simple, but in fact it is based on the strong and powerful strength of Snake City, it is estimated that the current Tarak Department, even if Dalatra is hard-pulled, the vast majority of the clansmen will not be willing to go back to the wilderness to starve and freeze, and Mao Xingjian has surpassed him in prestige, otherwise, as a big chief, how can he easily hand over the rights in his hands?

The only one who is depressed is Han Xiaomo, and she still doesn't understand that the banner of this big witch has been realized, and she has married someone inexplicably!

"Hey! Feed! What the hell is this for? ”

Holding the big bull head bone representing the witch token in his arms, he was also led by Mao Xingjian's small hand and walked out, Han Xiaomo crooked his little brain and kept asking, but on the contrary, Mao Xingjian was very domineering The president just ignored her, and walked to the threshing floor coldly, there, a large group of warriors who were qualified to wear feathers in the Tarak Department had already gathered there, looking at Mao Xingjian, who was incarnated as a "birdman", holding the small hand of the "Big Witch Girl Who Cut Eggs", and appeared in front of them domineeringly, more than 100 middle-aged soldiers knelt on the ground one after another like cutting rice, His hands were raised high to the sun and he roared.

On the edge of the threshing floor, Mao Xingjian had not forgotten to leave a military camp for the New World expedition, watching the prince receiving cheers, but Song Yongzhong slapped his head helplessly, sighed and shook his head with emotion.

"Trouble!"

(End of chapter)