Song Yongzhong felt like he wanted to vomit blood.

In a few months, his footprints were spread all over the mountains and deserts, just to control the movements of the Indians and to ensure the safety of Snake City, a colony in the Ming Dynasty, which was so deep inland. But now, when he came back, he was Indians all over the city, which almost thought Snake City had been occupied.

His face was dark, but now he was even darker, as if he was about to catch up with Uncle Hei, as dull as if he was about to hail, and he packed up the gunpowder bags and guns and weapons in the war horse's bags without saying a word.

Mao Xingjian had at least inherited some of Mao Jue's political bacteria. He knew that the thickest thighs among the many retainers in Snake City were at any time. In terms of understanding the New World, no one could compare to Song Yongzhong who had been here for four years, remembering Song Yongzhong, who was spread all over half of the continent. He had to be respectful to the wise and wise, with a kind smile as a wise ruler, and beating behind the cavalry commander with a smile on his face haha.

"Mr. Song has worked hard for his loyalty and courage and for the great cause of the court. I have prepared a banquet and invite Lord Song to attend!"

"Thank you, but you still have military affairs in your humble position and cannot be accompanied by him. Please forgive me!"

The leader is not so easy to be a leader! After a soft nail, Mao Xingjian continued to be warm and tried his best to stick to his cold butt. Since care and bribery cannot afford it, he simply took another sincere and a kind-hearted and noble young man to act coquettishly.

"This time, the recruitment of Lakta Department did not discuss it with Lord Song. It was indeed a mistake. However, Lord was also helpless. Thousands of acres of paddy fields, the rice was ripe and hung heavily in the fields, but no one went to harvest them. In desperation, he hired natives to come and help with the work. Next time! Next time! If there are local people, Gu decided to invite Lord Song to discuss the counselor. What do you think?"

OK! Even the unpopular prince, the dignified prince, was so embarrassed. Song Yongzhong finally put down the reins of the horse helplessly, turned around and bowed heavily to Mao Xingjian.

"Crown Prince, the Su people are still considered peaceful tribes, but if you rashly recruit the Lakta tribe, it will definitely attract the fear of the other six tribes of the Su-World Alliance, especially Dakota, who are from four great chiefs, and the several tribes of the Nakota tribes hated, especially the Sun Rally held by the Sioux in Snake Lake in early summer next year. If the Lakta tribe is not there, the other six tribes will definitely raise troops to attack!"

"And now the trouble is to stop these. Hunting in the Great Basin, the Caribbean Sea recorded by the British, the Apaches between the Spanish Mexicans, the Zunis, the Comanches and other Indian tribes have been south for five years. This autumn they have returned to the Great Salt Lake. Early next summer, these natives will definitely arrive on the south bank of the Snake River. These people will be a total of 100,000 people, and the tribe members are fierce and aggressive. At that time, in order to compete for the land hunting ground, there will definitely be disputes between them and the Su people and the Snake City!"

Not to mention, the hot face is really right with cold butt. If you know the new world, there is nothing that is right from Song Yongzhong. In a blink of an eye, the black-faced cavalry commander had already thrown out two major military news. Mao Xingjian was shocked and shocked. The face of a noble prince in the capital turned white in horror. He pinched his chin without a few hairs. Mao Xingjian's face was so serious that he digested it for two or three seconds before he asked solemnly.

"Mr. Song, the current situation, how do you think I should deal with it?"

With a serious face, Song Yongzhong pointed to the totem of the bull skull that was still erected not far away and said, "Since your highness wants to do something with the Indian natives, you cannot intervene as an outsider of my Celestial Dynasty. You must integrate into your indigenous identity. The first thing you do now is to marry a Lakta woman, obtain the identity of the Suren in the form of a marriage into a marriage, and then challenge the chief Dalatda."

"Then we will prepare for the military force, and fight for the position of chief of the Su Renshe at the Snake Lake rally next summer, so that the 30,000 members of the Seven Su tribes of the Snake River will wait for the arrival of the tribes such as the Cheyenne to the north when they arrive north, gather the seven Su tribes of the Su Renshe to defeat them!"

This made Mao Xingjian look ugly. Who is he? The prince of the Ming Dynasty, even if he is half-destroyed, is he still the prince! Originally, the identity of China was higher than that of the barbarians, so he asked him to marry into the barbarians. The slap not only hit him in Mao Xingjian's face, but also slapped his father, mother, Mao Jue and Chen Jiao in the face. If it was sent back to the Ming Dynasty, Mao Xingjian would not have imagined what kind of face Mao Jue would have.

"Is there no other way?"

"Returning back to the Sea of ​​Gems, relying on the Black Pearl cannon range, is enough to make the natives die as much as possible, or His Highness asks His Majesty to send a legion over there, only one legion is needed, which is enough to ensure that our Ming Dynasty sweeps the entire New World."

Mao Xingjian simply rolled his eyes and turned his back to his back with a worry, turned his head and looked at the totem pole of the bull skull that had risen up from the tree. After a long time, he clenched his fists again.

"Just do it like this!"

Even if he was deposed as the prince, in this new world, he had an Indian empire that belonged to him, which was no less than his father's great achievement in ending the troubled times. After making up his mind, the prince twisted his fist hard in front of him. But in this skill, a beautiful Sioux woman with a dark face, a big nose and a wide mouth lit up her biceps and walked out with a bang.

Seeing Mao Xingjian, the Suzhou beauty's eyes lit up. She held her heart in her hands and felt fainting. The corners of the prince's white and tender mouth twitched violently.

Should I consider this issue again?

...........

"Hey, hey, hey, hey! What are you doing?"

Confused, Han Xiaomo suddenly rushed out inexplicably, pulled off her coat, and then wrapped a cloak with a rich Su-style embroidered with the sun, mountains and grass onto her body, then pulled her little hand and walked out.

"Where are you going? My report has not been finished yet! I still have to make dinner! My eldest nephew!!!"

Amid the angry screams, Han Xiaomo was still pulled 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 himself. Ahem, this is not suitable for Mao Xingjian anyway, and filial piety is the most important. Who dares to be brothers and brothers side by side with Mao Jue? For example, finding a brother to be a disciple, but Mao Jue probably wouldn't be willing to have an extra Indian godson himself. So Song Yongzhong was afraid of death at the first time and didn't mention it.

The second type is to marry an Indian woman. The North American Indians in this era are still in the stage of matriarchal society to patriarchal society. The status of women is still quite high. Men will not be looked down upon from one tribe to another.

But after walking around, the prince's face turned green. It was said that there were beauties in the wood house, but that was absolutely nonsense! Survival in the new world is not easy, and it was raining all year round. A Snow White would also cause the old witch's arm to catch up with the magnificent beauty of her thick thighs. It was really something that the prince could not appreciate.

So, Mao Xingjian simply combined one or two things!

In the hall downstairs, Dalatda, the chief of the Tarak tribe and the oldest witch had been invited there, sitting next to a teahouse on both sides. Dalatda's wrinkled old face clearly showed a sense of helplessness and emotion. As for the old witch, she still looked calm and squinted, and was sitting there.

"What the hell are you going to do?"

Han Xiaomo was still confused and asked in confusion. The prince, who suddenly fell into her step, kicked her to the bend of her legs. He didn't notice that the girl suddenly hit the rice cake and crawled directly in front of the old witch.

"Ouch~"

Fortunately, there was a mat on the ground and it didn't hurt much. She held the floor in depressedly. The girl in the grassland wanted to settle the score with Mao Xingjian, but just raised her head and had three hard eagle feathers inserted into her. The big big cow bone was handed to her by a pair of dry and old hands. Looking at the smile of the old witch suddenly appeared, Han Xiaomo took it over in a daze.

Before he could understand, Mao Xingjian suddenly pulled her little hand and hurriedly walked to Daratra. He looked at Mao Xingjian staring at him with a bright look, and sighed helplessly. The old Indian actually reached out to make up more than 30 feathers, and took off the long hind head feather crown, shouted Su Yu loudly, and finally turned around and pressed the feather crown against Mao Xingjian's forehead.

An authentic Indian tribe was apprenticed to the master, got married, and the handover of power was completed in just two minutes. A 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 tribe. Then Mao Xingjian held Han Xiaomo's hand in front of the chief and the great witch, and said that he had married her. In this way, Mao Xingjian also joined the Tarak tribe. Then he challenged Dalatra, who decisively admitted defeat and handed over the position of the great witch to him.

Since Mao Xingjian was also the chief of the "You Niu Ministry", this series of power interactions, the "You Niu Ministry" was also incorporated into the Tarak tribe. As Song Yongzhong expected from Xindalu, Mao Xingjian got an entry ticket for the internal power struggle of Indians.

However, all this seems simple, but in fact it is based on the powerful and powerful strength of Snake City. It is estimated that even if Dalatra is holding it, most of the tribesmen will not be willing to go back to the wilderness and starve and cold. Mao Xingjian has surpassed him in prestige. Otherwise, as a great chief, how could he easily hand over the rights in his hands?

The only thing that was depressed was Han Xiaomo. Until now, she didn't understand that the banner of this great witch had been fulfilled in her confusion, and she had married someone for no reason!

"Hey! Hey! What is this for?"

He was holding a big bull skull representing the token of the witches in his arms, and Mao Xingjian was holding his little hand and walked out. Han Xiaomo asked nonsense with his little head, but the president ignored her. He walked to the threshing ground in a cold manner. There, a large group of warriors qualified to wear feathers in the Tarak tribe had gathered there. Seeing Mao Xingjian, who turned into a "bird man", holding the "egg-cutting witches"'s hand, appearing domineeringly in front of them. More than a hundred young warriors knelt on the ground one after another like cutting rice, holding their hands high towards the sun, and roaring.

On the side of the threshing field, Mao Xingjian had not forgotten to leave a military camp for the New World Expedition Team. Seeing the prince accepting the cheers, Song Yongzhong slapped his forehead helplessly, sighed and shook his head and sighed.
Chapter completed!