The war has come to an end for the time being. Even if more than 5,000 middle-aged men and women prisoners of war were sent back by Mao Xingjian, three or four thousand casualties were killed or injured on the spot, which was enough to make the indigenous tribes who were only 20,000 or 30,000 yuan. Not to mention that many men and women warriors were even asked to take balls and wear nose rings. At least within ten days and half a month, the tribes south of the Snake River needed to lick their wounds and were unlikely to launch another attack.

But in this great victory, Mao Xingjian's prestige did not rise but decline. With the power of the divine, he strongly suppressed the opposition between the Snake City and the Six Su tribes. Whether it was the Ming Dynasty immigrants or the Su people, they were resentful about releasing prisoners of war. However, Mao Xingjian didn't care too much about this. The people were so good at forgetting. After the autumn harvest, after a full winter, these guys would be resurrected again and followed him with full blood.

The urgent need to deal with the southern hunting tribes that went north in Henan.

Just seven or eight days after the war, another huge buffalo camel caravan pulled the heavy cargo and headed towards the other side of the river.

There is a vicious circle in history. The powerful Eastern dynasty in China became poorer the more wars fought. Just like Emperor Wu of Han, he defeated the Huns and defeated the Kudier accumulated by the Wen and Jing rule, but the Western colonists became richer and richer. The typical British strongmen were thinking about going out to sea to fight short and poor all day long, and the pirate flag of the word "Rice" was hung all over the world, and the British also fought from the poorest royal family to the richest royal family.

It seems so fucking unfair! But if you really go back to the origin, you can't blame others, you can only blame your own national essence.

The Huaxia people are a typical farming nation. The main income of the country and scholars comes from exploding the surplus labor of farmers. The territory of the Central Plains civilization has not changed much for two thousand years. It is because during the Qin and Han dynasties, our ancestors have conquered almost all the land suitable for farming in East Asia into their own hands. If they expand, they will either be too cold in the north and too hot in the south, or they will be in the vast Gobi grasslands. They will not get much profit by controlling them. Instead, they will lose money. We are still a country of etiquette and cannot take down our faces to rob and enslave local tribes. Naturally, the bigger they are, the poorer they become. In the end, they will cultivate the land honestly and wait for others to be beaten.

Western colonists are not gentlemen, but pirates. Just like the British Queen at the beginning, they were poor, and they were not as good as recruiting pirates to rob them, and they had a share of the pirate's spoils. As long as they come, they would burn, kill and plunder, they would do anything! They would like to plunder the colony three feet high. Moreover, the British themselves had a small land area and did not expect to plunder some fields to make a fortune. Every time they bought a piece, they would plunder the other party's human and material resources through unequal trade, so they naturally became richer.

However, what is even more annoying is that in later generations, they were the examples of nobles, symbols of local tyrants, and examples of civilization and human rights. These bandits could point to the honest Chinese people and call the barbarians contemptuously.

In order to change this situation, Mao Jue's efforts were to learn from the British's shameless spirit! What kind of etiquette is the kingdom? No matter what native you are, you have to work for me wherever you go! Like in the Ming Dynasty, you will go to the capital to pay tribute and cheat money, not to mention the doors and windows are almost gone!

Then there is technological innovation. Once the cotton coat, cotton pants and coal stove is burned, the Beidahuang, which has lost its ears in the past, can also become Beida warehouses. The horizontal train lanes and ships will spread the whole country, further reducing transportation costs.

Finally, the country will be prosperous and business will be rich! And the huge empire is connected with the income of Mao Ming court. Most of the income from commercial taxes and several monopoly trading companies in the empire, and they don’t expect that one acre of three-point land!

Many dynasties have been destroyed by peasant uprisings. I will not exploit peasants anymore. It depends on how you rebel!

Unfortunately, Mao Xingjian has not learned Mao Jue's three axes yet. He is still in the era of great wealth in the country and wealthy countries in the Celestial Empire, relying on the money-making gifts to engage in diplomacy.

After the defeat of the Snake River War, these tribes from the south retreated for dozens of kilometers, nearly retreated from the Snake River Plain, and retreated near the mountains and hills at the junction of the Great Basin and the Snake River Plain. Now that Song Yongzhong's eyes are gone, Mao Xingjian can only rely on himself to search for it. The Cow Team walked dullly in the fields, searching for three consecutive days, but still found no trace of the southern tribe.

"Crown Prince, are these tribes afraid of being beaten by us and going south again?"

The sun in July and August was sweating profusely. Chen Zao, the white-faced scholar, turned into a black-faced Bao Gong. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with his big sleeves. He couldn't help but turn around and say.

Mao Xingjian was also very tired of the show. He wore a scholar-brimmed hat similar to that in Korean dramas. Only then could he barely maintain his image as a noble young man from the Ming Dynasty. He also raised his head and looked at the hills that were no longer flat in the distance. He shook his head heavily.

"It is impossible. In another three months, winter will begin. The southern tribes follow the footsteps of prey. When they go south, they will only be trapped in the desert near the Great Salt Lake, and will die. They will not dare to hunt in the rich Snake Lake plain. They will definitely hide in the nearby mountains."

It really confirmed his words. Mao Xingjian didn't finish his words for long, and there was a rustling sound next to the bushes not far away. Then, with a strange scream, thirty or forty Indians from southern tribes jumped out with wooden guns. In an instant, the sailors guarding the outskirts of the team suddenly picked up the bayonet in their hands.

"I am the Sioux chief, come here to visit your chief!"

As the sword was tense, Mao Xingjian quickly separated the crowd, walked in front, shouting loudly, which was considered to be his luck. The shout also sounded among the Indians, and the crowd was also separated. A woman with a slender crown on her head, two blue pigments in her eyes, and a tall nose. She walked out with a gentle spear in her heroic spirit.

The Apache Matriarch Chi Lu I met that day!

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It is said that people who don’t hit people with smiley faces are traditions of the Ming Dynasty. In Indians, if you give gifts wrong, you will fight. Fortunately, you met such an acquaintance.

Invited by Chi Lu, Mao Xingjian could be considered to have found the first southern tribe's stronghold, which is similar to the Dakota tribe. The Apachi Mountain Lion tribe also camped in a valley to shelter from the wind. A small cowhide tent as sharp as mushrooms was built on both sides of the valley. In the middle is a public space for tribal sacrifices and gatherings. Around a large fire, there were hideous cow skulls, bear skulls, and deer skulls. The middle is a hideous mountain lion skull. Here, the human skull became a foil and placed under the totem pole.

However, compared with the Dakota tribe, the mountain lion tribe was obviously much poorer. The elderly man sat in the tent with pale face and thin skin, basking in the sun, and the children were also flirting with their faces. Seeing the large group of bison entering the tribe, they obviously had the glimmer of hope in their pupils, but when they saw the sailors carrying bayonets beside the cows, their pupils showed fear again and shrank back timidly.

Looking at this uninvited guest, other hunters in the tribe obviously surrounded him with vigilance. Fortunately, when standing in front of the team, Chi Lu scolded him loudly and drove everyone back. But even if he retreated, many people still stared at their ranks with vigilance.

It was similar to Mao Xingjian's diplomatic etiquette when he visited the Sioux, but this time there was no smoke gift representing friendship. After all, the Sioux and Apache have no friendship now, which made Chen Zao, who was carrying a bag of soft China, feel very frustrated. The meat of unknown things was boiled in the pot, exuding a fishy smell. The Indians did not go around in circles and stared at Mao Xingjian, and Chi Lu asked directly.

"What are you doing?"

"Peace."

It was not arrogant. Mao Xingjian said this word in the Apache language he learned temporarily, but he was full of confidence, and the matriarch shook his head heavily when he heard it.

"There is no peace! The Sioux and our territory overlap! Unless a tribe withdraws from this hunting ground with abundant prey before winter comes, the war will continue!"

Listening to the overlapping words of the two translators, Mao Xingjian suddenly became depressed and shouted helplessly: "You just hate us so much?"

"hatred?"

This word obviously made Chi Lu stunned incomprehensible, but immediately, she pointed to the unknown animal cooked in the pot.

"In winter, prey on the edge of the salt desert will be hidden. At that time, even raccoons will not be left. Only the herds of bison on the plain can be hunted. If the plain cannot be captured, most of the tribal alliance will starve to death. In the past, you Sioux would go far away to Rocky Mountain, but this year, you stayed to defend the land, so the two tribes must decide the winner and the winner can survive."

The Indian wars were not so romance, and they were directly the naked winners and the losers died. Their material poverty and difficulty in survival were also not understandable to Mao Xingjian, who was in the abundant material Ming Dynasty.

Fortunately, Mao Xingjian was here to make a fortune this time. When he heard the translation, his eyes lit up and immediately clapped his hands. Then, Chen Zao was already ready to slip out, brought a pot of rice in, and placed it in the middle of a big cowhide tent. Looking at these white things, just like the elders of the Su tribe, the faces of the Honglu were full of doubts.

"This is rice, which is what you will give you food that night. If you are willing to end the war, the food for the winter of the Confederate tribes will be provided with all the Sioux people?"

Once again, full of confidence, Mao Xingjian's face showed the glory of the rich second generation showing off his wealth and picking up girls. However, the matriarch showed a more vigilant and puzzled expression.

"You gave us the food for the winter. What do you eat? Starve to death?"
Chapter completed!