There is a military proverb in the West, the god of war hates the hesitant!

Unfortunately, the Sioux troops commanded by the prince became a hesitant. Faced with the enemy gradually gathered from the south, in the midsummer for more than ten days, the Sioux had no intention of going south to launch an attack, and just let the people of the Xiayan call their friends, gradually gathering all the tribe allies and soldiers who were distant due to migration.

If Mao Xingjian remembers his calendar correctly, it should be the end of June of the sixth year of Hai Guokaihong. This North American Indian hunting army, which came from the south, made even the Aztec Empire shocked, appeared in the eyes of the Su people on this morning.

It was really dense, forming a black line on the horizon. Even Mao Xingjian had seen such a large army for the first time in his life. In addition to the number of people, the most attractive thing about this army was the Cheyenne warriors wearing feather crowns on their heads, holding long swords stolen from the Spanish, half a long halberd, and riding on the tall and strong Spanish Andalusian war horses that were taller than Mongolian horses.

Even the semi-hot weapon of Mao Jue's Northern Ming army was still a complete threat, not to mention that for these primitive Su tribes, the telescope passed by the Cheyenne cavalry in a line. Even Mao Xingjian couldn't help but twitch.

But when he put down his telescope, Mao Xingjian turned his head and asked Han Xiaomo for advice.

"What do you think?"

"These horse riders look very terrifying, but they don't even have a bow. They probably can't beat the Mongolian Tartars. As for the pure amateur followers, you don't know, your aunt, I have seen our Beiming army in Baoketu, which is a big battle. The team is full of dark cannon tubes. The infantry standing is as neat as the wall, with a cold bayonet mountain, which is so handsome..."

She is worthy of being a wild girl in the grassland. Seeing that the war is about to go, she is not afraid, but she is spitting out excitedly. But Han Xiaomo, who is so excited, didn't notice it at all. Mao Xingjian's face turned dark, and blue veins leapt on his forehead. He simply picked up the telescope and ignored her.

Although he was a barbarian, he was still upholding the morality of war. Before the war started, he knew to send envoys first. A Cheyenne, who had two big horn hats on his head and two big braids, kicked his horse's belly and stepped on Mao Xingjian from the other side of the Snake River to build a floating bridge and used a rope to wear the round wood thrown into the water. After the water flowed over, he pointed at the densely packed Suzhou troops on the other side of the river without any fear and started shouting.

"Crown Prince, this bastard said that from Birut Ridge to Snake River is their Cheyenne hunting ground. Let's get out quickly, otherwise the Cheyenne warriors will rush into our tribe, burn our tents, and kill our men, women, old men and children!"

This is not an empty threat. Xunzi said: Human nature is evil! The more primitive and simple it is, the less moral binding force it is. For the Indians, there is no human rights for prisoners of war. Judging from the blood sacrifice of Aztecs, it can be seen that they are cruel. The war between tribes is that they fight to the point where one side is completely killed. The Cheyenne people can do it!

Song Yongzhong is really a master of everything. He also knows a little bit about Xia Yanyu. After a quick translation was given to Mao Xingjian, he immediately went out with a war horse and shouted in Su Yu's same high voice.

"The Snake River Plain has always been the farm and hunting ground for our Su people. Here, the divine lights of the rice god, the wheat god and the corn god are being sown. If you bring peace, our tribe allows you to cultivate and reproduce on our land. If you come with war, our tribe will not retreat. Under the protection of the three gods, we will kill you all!"

The corn god has great power for the North American tribes that are slashed and burned and semi-farmed, but it is insignificant for the tribes in the big basin that are hunting. The corn god is like this, let alone the rice god, wheat god, and the "bull demon king" who has never heard of it, and he smiled contemptuously. He threw down the sentence in Xia Yan's words and waited for death! Then he turned his horse's head and stepped on the flapping log floating bridge, and ran back to the other side arrogantly.

The people of Xiayan actually had a little similarity to the Ming army. Like Mao Jue, they also liked to use the Niuke as the command line for the attack. These guys were really pure manly and pure tomboys, and they fought as soon as they said they could. Before Mao Xingjian could react, more than a dozen Niukes rang out desolately. The densely packed safari coalition forces were like invaded bees, and while the beasts roared and charged wildly towards the other side of the river.

The tribal warriors and cavalry rushed in the front. The horse's hooves were stomping on the slippery log pontoon bridge. The horse's hooves kept falling on the pontoon bridge. They could not stop their brave steps. In just one or two minutes, these people had already rushed over a small distance.

At this time, Mao Xingjian, who finally realized, made an action that shocked everyone and turned around and ran! He not only ran by himself, but also shouted his subordinates to run with him. He shouted that the warriors of the Dakota division had already run away, followed by the Black Hoofed Paiute division.

The Lakta tribe has always been famous for its warriors. Even if it was notified in advance, the two pots of boiling water were still angry and scolded for a long time. The warriors in his tribe were even more angry and screamed for a long time. Until the large army had almost escaped, they could not help but retreat.

In the minds of Indians in this era, there was no concept of tactics. Seeing that the Sioux rival who was just awesome just now ran away, there was no demeanor that the warriors should have. These Cheyenne people were insulted by Duoda and howled in disbelief. Then, the cavalry warriors in the forefront throne and roared onto the north bank of the Snake River, chasing wildly.

Some of the fast-running Cheyenne warriors also scattered their bodies, followed behind with great strides, and ran volleyed. The huge team was more like a swarm of slender tornado bees!

After all, two legs could not run four legs. Even if they ran first and ran for two or three miles, they were still chased by hundreds of fierce Cheyenne cavalry. They were about to be driven to their butts, but Mao Xingjian's witchcraft took effect at this moment. Suddenly, the three or four thousand Su soldiers would flash and disappeared into the vast plain in an instant.

This change was really unexpected. The chaeyan cavalry who was running wildly stopped the war horses in shock and watched in surprise. At this moment, the neat call came to their eyes.

Behind the disappearance of the Su people, more than 400 musketeers in Snake City were divided into three rows, and the walls appeared neatly in the eyes of these New World Warriors.

It is worthy of being the bravest tribal warrior. He almost didn't go into it too deeply. He whipped his horse's butts. The three or four hundred Cheyenne horse-riding warriors roared and took the Spanish sword, shaking and breaking half. The Spanish long halberd, which is more suitable for short spears, roared and rushed straight to the army and came over.

It seemed that they were not the same breed as those "cowards" just now. Even if the cavalry roared fiercely, the infantry team in front of them remained unmoved. Instead, Dongfang Meng, who was in charge of command, showed a cruel sneer on the corner of his mouth and raised his command knife high!

It was still the same familiar rhythm. As the war horse hooves kicked the earth, the snake city sailors and the gold diggers also counted the distance in their hearts. One hundred meters! Fifty meters! Thirty meters! Twenty meters! The suffocating horse hurricane even rushed straight to the front. The front of these Cheyenne cavalry wearing feather crowns and brightly painted two paintings under their pupils like leopards, and holding the battle axe high clearly came into view. Dongfang's fierce command knife finally slashed hard.

It was still familiar, but it was the first time that the sound of gunfire and bean-burning sounded in the New World. He held a coercion gun, and as he shot, the stagnant even shouted. As the gunshots, the indomitable Cheyenne cavalry also hit an invisible wall. The horse-riding warriors on the front edge fell forward to the ground, and the dense grass on the ground was shoveled up.

The cavalry was obviously a new thing to the Cheyenne. Almost one-third of them were knocked down at once, and the cavalry behind them became panicked. Some of them strangled the war horses, and some were caught off guard by the corpse in front. In short, it was a mess.

At this time, it was the bayonet that Mingren was most accustomed to! The right command knife directly protected the left body. Dongfang Meng was the first to rush out. Following him was the Black Pearl Sailor who was roaring with a bayonet. Behind him, even Jin Laoliu and the others pulled out their hunting knife and rushed to the front.

Puff~

The sharp blade slashed through the flesh and blood. The Cheyenne Feather Crown Warrior who had just gotten up from the ground. Dongfang's fierce blade had cut his throat like lightning. The clump of blood was reflected in Mao Xingjian's telescope. But as he watched his sailor rush into the enemy formation with a bayonet, the sound of the metal entering the flesh splashed clusters of scarlet blood, Mao Xingjian did not show any excitement, but shook his head solemnly.
Chapter completed!