After conquering nature and becoming the master of the entire planet, humans turned their sharp spearhead at themselves, not knowing whether it was a gift or a curse!

After a whole day of fighting, the huge snake river beach was full of corpses and blood flowed into a river. Even in the evening, we could not hear the ugly crows. Wild beasts such as wild dogs gathered together greedily and secretly enjoyed the rare feast left by the killing of humans.

For the dead, Indians who believed in the souls of wizards still paid great attention to it. Fortunately, they believed in less extreme than the Maori in the South Island, and would eat the flesh of the dead to absorb the strongest power of the dead. Even at night, the Su soldiers who had fought for most of the day still worked hard, digging the tombs overnight, burying their own bodies in it, and burying the enemy's bodies by the way.

However, they are kind to the dead and not very ruthless to the living. If they are injured in the pile of corpses, the Su soldiers will not hesitate to put on a nail spear.

In this war, more than 5,000 people were killed in both sides, including seven or eight hundred Sioux people, and the remaining ones were the Cheyenne people. This was terrible in even the usual cruel New World War. The main reason was the large-scale use of the cattle cavalry. The terrifying cow hooves killed thousands of people in one round of charge.

In the night, Mao Xingjian rushed to the forefront.

Song Yongzhong was sitting on the edge of the river beach, stepping on the sticky and soft land. Mao Xingjian also walked to him, raised his telescope and looked south quickly. The earth was dark and there was no shadow of the southern tribes at this time. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he was turned back to Song Yongzhong. He put down the telescope. He sighed lightly.

"Mr. Song, today..."

"Congratulations to the prince for his victory! The prince has made plans and killed thousands of barbarians in a row. His highness no longer needs to be the last general. The expedition team still has tasks. This year, we need to break eastward and open up the road with the thirteen British colonies. Let's leave!"

With a simple and dark face, Song Yongzhong finished speaking like a cannonball string. Then he turned around and walked to the north, so fast that Mao Xingjian didn't even react. Seeing him walking out a few steps, the prince shouted behind him in a hurry and anxious manner.

"We are the Ming Dynasty! A country of etiquette. Didn't we come here to educate these barbarians, let them understand etiquette and civilization? If we kill them all, who will teach us politely?"

Song Yongzhong finally paused and turned around. He bowed heavily, but answered dullly.

"The prince, Mo General, was also from the old Liaodong. When Mo General was very young, Mo General's village was still nearby the Jurchens. Then the seven old slaves raised an army, and they became the masters of the village of Mo General. Then the old slave killed the poor ghosts. Mo General's grandfather's generation was killed by them. Mo General followed his father to Dongjiang, and then Mo General followed the young marshal and the general, that is, your father, and now there is no village of Jurchens in Liaodong. Now we are ceremonial to them too!"

With gloomy eyes raised, Song Yongzhong shook his head heavily: "Crown Prince, you are too idealistic, you are not cruel enough! Maybe you don't like to listen, but you are not a qualified leader."

"I will say goodbye at the end!"

In Mao Xingjian's surprise, he finally bowed heavily. Then, Song Yongzhong turned his head quickly and shouted. As the horse's hooves were rushing, the figures of more than fifty New World Expedition Cavalry followed him, and they really disappeared into the vast wilderness. After watching for a few seconds, Mao Xingjian came to his senses and his fist slammed into the air.

.........

With a complexity, Mao Xingjian was so gloomy that he returned to the camp a few miles behind the river estuary. However, the scene inside shocked him again, and then he was filled with anger.

After a bloody battle, the residents of Snake City and the Su people began to happily plunder the supplies on the corpses like two huge crows, and allocate more than 5,000 prisoners today.

It was really the change that Mao Xingjian brought about by himself. On the six Si tribes, young men from the tribe nailed wooden clips on the ground with hammers, but this time it was not used to tie a cow, but the ones tied were people. They were simply copying the rules. After nailing the clips, several people grabbed the hair of the Cheyenne warriors from the pile of prisoners, pulled these tribe men to the stake, tied their hands behind their backs, tied their legs to the edges of the two clips, and then pulled out his pants amid the fearful shouts of the captive warrior.

Just like a ox, it was a knife assigned by Snake City. It cut the meat belt in the hands of the apprentice taught by Han Xiaomo and the others, then tied the blood vessels inside with the hair of the cow, and then cut them out with the knife. When each knife fell, the male prisoner tied to the stake would tremble violently. This series of minor operations was accompanied by howlings that were not like human voices. After the operation, the exhausted Cheyenne warriors were then put down from the stake, and were still tied with their hands. They were pushed to the side and piled up in the cattle shed, and they curled up on the ground in pain like shrimps.

The entire primitive clan was soldier, and there was no woman saying anything about walking away from the battlefield, so she was defeated, and even women would bear the consequences. The captured women of the Cheyenne tribe were limited in strength, and were tied to the back with cowhide ropes. The unruly Cheyenne tribe was pressed on wooden stakes by several Sioux warriors. Then, amid their fearful shouts, the same red iron rod was inserted into their nose diaphragm by the Sui tribe members. Amid the burning smell of flesh, the exact same snake city made a bull nose ring and was penetrated.

The women who had worn the ring were also taken aside, tied to a wooden stake like a cow, and their hands were tied behind. The female prisoner kneeling on the ground wanted to cover her painful nose with her hands, but she could not reach it. The miserable crying faintly spread far away.

Looking at the scene, Mao Xingjian roared in great anger.

"Stop it alone!"

Unfortunately, after a group of Su people raised their heads in shock, they bowed respectfully, and then they should be busy as they should be rude and then wear the nose ring.

He was almost angry and exploded. Mao Xingjian was about to have an attack, but suddenly he remembered that the Su people couldn't understand his roar. Two pots of boiling water were also injured on the battlefield. Su Yu had already asked for leave before he set off to visit him. Fortunately, there were still several very smooth translations of Su Language in the tribe, and he was full of anxiety. Mao Xingjian rushed to the Snake City Camp again.

But when he arrived at his camp, Mao Xingjian still felt so angry that he felt so angry. Indeed, the Ming immigrants in Snake City were not as ignorant as the Su people. The live-action castration was so fierce, but they were not much merciful.

The blacksmiths also opened the stove, and the captured men were tied into a line and pulled them one by one to the stove. The red-hot stone carvings of Zhang, Wang, Li, Honda, Toyota and other stone carvings were pinched and burned on the captain's thighs by fire tongs. Amid the miserable shouts, the captains whose surnames were engraved were also tied to the cattle like animals.

Hundreds of female prisoners with outstanding appearance were picked out and tied up. The Snake City militia, who participated in the daytime battle, happily pulled the ropes tied to their necks, and dragged them into the grass amid the screams of the female prisoners' incomprehensible. Then the sound of slapping bodies one after another. Mao Xingjian could still hear clearly so far.

There was also a few fires in the middle of the camp illuminated a wooden stake. A bunch of heads had been thrown hideously on the edge of the stake. The stalker stood on the other end of the stake. His big leather boots were stomping on the back of an Apache woman. As she roared unruly, she tied her hands with a rope. When Mao Xingjian came back, he just finished tying the woman. The stalker pressed the woman on the stake again, and raised the axe with a ferocious face.

"stop!"

All of a sudden, the axe almost slashed in front of him, chopped off the crown on the top of the toned and wild Apache woman's head, cursed and raised her head, and then the thorny neck looked like a dog's face, and she quickly filled her smile, and nodded and bowed to meet her.

"Crown Prince, you are back!"

"What's going on?"

Pointing to those heads, Mao Xingjian asked gloomyly, and the gritty neck was yelling excitedly: "These bandits have killed them, and they have injured our Snake City men. Don't worry, the prince can't escape. Brothers are pulling them out!"

He didn't notice Mao Xingjian's ugly face at all. He pointed to the busy team behind him, shouting with great excitement.

"It's still the Prince's Holy Ming. With these barbarians, they will harvest this autumn and mine next spring. There will be enough slaves! You are really a living Bodhisattva in Snake City!"

"Gather all these prisoners and send them to the Soviet camp."

"Don't worry, Prince, little Ming..., little..."

He almost bit his tongue, and his neck was extremely surprised and shouted: "Crown Prince, what do you mean? These prisoners were captured by the brothers for their lives. Do you want to give them all to the Su barbarians?"

"How can I make a decision, I don't have to worry about you!"

With a sudden wave of his sleeve, Mao Xingjian interrupted the thorn's neck with annoyance and asked in surprise. After a moment, his eyes widened in anger and roared angrily.

"Are you going to disobey?"

"Little Zun..., obey the order! Didn't you listen to the prince's order? Why don't you gather these barbarians together!"

He was full of depression, and his thorns started to yell. He left. The Apache Matriarch, who was pressed on the wooden stake and was waiting to behead him, raised his head in surprise and looked at Mao Xingjian curiously.

With a lot of complaints, the captured prisoners were gathered together, and they were immediately pushed and driven to the Su people camp with anger by the sailors who had just put on their pants. On the other side, they found the translators in Snake City and sent them out. Mao Xingjian himself also headed straight for the Su people camp.

It was still the big cowhide tent, and the chiefs and elders of various departments were gathered together again, but like the thorns, the shocked voice sounded quickly.

"What?"

Full of disbelief, two pots of boiling water suddenly stood up and shouted in surprise.
Chapter completed!