The negotiations seemed to have entered an embarrassing situation.

Indeed, not looking for the Heavenly Witch can be regarded as Mao Xingjian’s biggest mistake in the entire Indian strategy, but if he is given a chance to start over, he will probably still hesitate.

Who is Mao Xingjian? The Prince of the Ming Dynasty! The future emperor of the Ming Empire! He is truly under one person and above thousands of people! How could he bow to the witchcraft in the mountains? It was as if Tang Sanzang was indeed respected. For this reason, would Emperor Taizong of Tang worship him?

As for now, Mao Xingjian has a deep blood hatred with these Tianwu. These ignorant Su people actually asked him to obtain Tianwu's forgiveness!

The voice was trembling, and even Song Yongzhong could hear the rustling sound of metal friction from Mao Xingjian's voice. The sound was so low that Su Yu was a little deformed. He stared at Black Hoof and asked with a hoarse voice.

"If Gu did not ask for forgiveness from Tianwu, the Si people would not recognize Gu as the chief, even under the threat of being exterminated?"

Also staring at his face, Black Hood also lowered his voice to the limit.

"That's right!"

"The Su warriors will not accept the command of a man cursed by the gods! This is true for not only the Su people, but any Indian!"

Song Yongzhong had already stood up suddenly and waited for Mao Xingjian to leave, but as he watched, his chest fluctuated violently, Mao Xingjian gradually changed his breathing, and then nodded slightly in Song Yongzhong's unbelievable eyes.

"I understand!"

"Send someone to Henan and tell the six tribes of Henan that three days later, Mao Xingjian from the Ming Dynasty set off in person and went to the holy mountain to beg for the forgiveness of the Tianwu!"

The elders of the Su tribe couldn't help but smile on their faces. For a moment, Song Yongzhong was extremely shocked, but he finally swallowed it back when he was talking. Seeing Mao Xingjian stand up again and walk out, he followed quickly.

"Crown Prince!"

His eyes were aimed at the Suzhou warriors on both sides and followed Mao Xingjian out, while he was whispering in Mao Xingjian's ear: "There are not many warriors coming from the Su people. It is cold and the traffic is cut off. With the 200 cavalrymen on our hands, we are clean and neat enough to make these bastards! Taking advantage of the time when the dragons are headless, we can guarantee that the entire Suzhou tribe will be removed!"

"That's just a Sioux!"

When he walked to his war horse, Mao Xingjian shook his head again, but just as Song Yongzhong was disappointed, his voice lowered, and his metal-like voice became more obvious, and he asked him hurriedly.

"All the battlefields chosen before will be invalid. Brother Song, I need you to help me find another battlefield, which must be large enough to bury 50,000 to 100,000 people!"

He raised his head in surprise. In Mao Xingjian's pupils, Song Yongzhong saw a blood-red color, like countless sword lights and sword shadows, flashing in his eyes!

...........

The Snake River in the cold winter was shocked again!

Mao Xingjian, the chief of the Sioux who joined the Sioux, wanted to go to the holy mountain himself to seek the forgiveness of the Tianwu!

The six tribes of Henan who had completed the assembly once again and were ready to move stopped helplessly, because in the Indian culture, no matter how much sin a person committed, as long as he was willing to climb the holy mountain and beg for forgiveness from the gods, no matter which one of them, no matter how much he hated his enemies, he would not harm him again.

Of course, it does not mean that as long as you are willing to go to the Holy Mountain to admit your mistakes, you will be fine. First of all, the Holy Mountain is in the depths of the extended Rocky Mountain, and in the cliffs near Salt Lake City in later generations, there were countless difficulties and obstacles along the way. Wolves, tigers and beasts still had to endure hunger halfway, and only ten people could reach the Holy Mountain alive.

Then, the Heavenly Witch who practices in the mountains will test your attitude and listen to your sins and repentance. If they feel that you have not repent, they will still be judged as guilty. At that time, no matter which tribe, they will kill you quickly!

It can be considered half of the world, which is equivalent to Mao Xingjian, who was waiting and waiting in half of the northern part of the Ming Empire, was also making final preparations while watching.

Although his preparation is a bit special.

In the central army's tent, bursts of whimpering sounds faintly came out. Seeing Mao Xingjian and Song Yongzhong returning quickly, there had been no road surface for more than half a month. After selecting the little chief from the grassland, Bao Jiahongtu welcomed him with joy: "Crown Prince, the person you want is finally here!"

This was a happy event before leaving. Mao Xingjian couldn't help but look shocked. While talking quickly, he suddenly lifted the curtain.

"I passed the Order's order, Bao Jiahong made great contributions to capturing the thief and remembered the third grade! When the Order pacified the Snake River, he would reward you with the entire pasture!"

"Thank you for the promotion of the prince!"

This Mongolian man's joyful thanks was no longer attracted by Mao Xingjian's attention. Under the light, he showed a strange smile on his face and joked sarcastically: "Mr. Little Henry, I haven't seen you for a long time!"

The Indian Spanish, who was strapped with a cowhide rope like a pig, was tied forward with a cowhide and struggling with a rag in his mouth. It was the Spanish merchant comprador who took the initiative to contact him last time but was scolded by Mao Xingjian.

This was also a major mistake for Mao Xingjian. The Cheyenne people he taught used firearms and the battle of Snake City all brought great trouble to the Ming Dynasty's expeditionary forces.

So after the last battle between the Suzhou and the Cheyenne tribes, no one noticed it. Mao Xingjian arranged a small team of Mongolians to quietly follow the Cheyenne people south. He had no idea that he had an honor that was worthy of a special team of Ming troops to deal with him. He was directly captured by a skillful attack. He was not far from the tribe. Henry, who had just stepped out of the tribe, was ambushed and captured.

He was also guilty. Seeing Mao Xingjian, this guy was so scared that his eyes almost popped out, and he stopped acting. He slapped the rag in his mouth, and then kowtowed repeatedly.

"Super your life, sir! I have no choice. Those barbarians forced me to teach them how to use muskets and cannons, otherwise I would kill me! There is really nothing wrong with the villain!"

With a blink of anger, Mao Xingjian tilted his head and pointed it out. Song Yongzhong suddenly pulled out his dagger and leaned over. In the guy's crying with fear, the cold-like dagger cut off the cowhide rope that tied his claws. Then, in the guy's surprised eyes, Mao Xingjian touched it from his arms, and a delicate silver cross carved with a holy son was thrown to his feet.

There were many missionaries coming to the Ming Dynasty. They offered Mao Jue various crosses that had been opened, which were enough to buy a boat. This piece was taken by Chen Jiao as a talisman and brought to him by Mao Xingjian. This time all the savings were burned in Snake City. This thing was brought by Mao Xingjian as a fortune, but he didn't expect it to come in handy here.

He looked at Mao Xingjian staring at his eyes in confusion, and was stunned for more than half a minute. Seeing Mao Xingjian becoming more impatient, this guy was as smart as he was enlightened. He suddenly grabbed the cross and threw it on the ground. Then he spitted a few spits, and finally threw the dirty cross into the fire.

Seeing the soft silver belt melting with the lifelike and lifelike Holy Son who saved the suffering, Mao Xingjian finally had a satisfied smile on the corner of his mouth.

This guy said, Lord! In order to survive, he could easily destroy the cross and despise the Holy Son. He was a bastard who was extremely selfish and could sell his soul to the devil! He had no faith and would not be loyal to anyone, as long as he gave him enough benefits to a scumbag. If Mao Xingjian had been extremely disgusted and disdained him at all, but now, he has opened the door to welcome him.

Because at this moment, he is the devil!

"Mr. Henry, I want you to do something. If you do it, the Ming Dynasty will grant you a baron in the future, and will give you a farm on the banks of the Snake River to give you a real noble life!"

"This Lord Ming, you give me the order!"

He suddenly raised his hand to the people around him. He immediately handed the new map to Mao Xingjian in a hurry. After taking the map, he threw it in front of Little Henry. On the map, a place name specially marked in Spanish suddenly came into his eyes.

Knee Valley!

Holding the map, little Henry's face couldn't help but show a strange look.

…………

Dealing with little Henry became the last thing before departure. He was also considered a part of the plan. He was arrested when he came. When he came back, he was indeed faced and was personally sent out by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of the Ming Empire. Mao Xingjian is now able to be a human being. He was stolen by Chen Jiao with a few pieces in his arms. The most exquisite gems and maps in the Ming Palace, the old boy nodded and bowed and thanked him repeatedly, then ran out of the camp excitedly and disappeared into the rich night.

Until here, Song Yongzhong really couldn't help but speak again. For the first time, this man who was alone and dared to go deep into the mainland thousands of kilometers, clasped his fists behind Mao Xingjian with concern.

"Prince, this plan is really too risky!"

"Brother Song! I really don't have that much time! Besides, I believe in you and myself!"

He turned his head from the place where Henry disappeared. Mao Xingjian suddenly smiled and turned around, punched his shoulder, and quipped with a smile.

"Why, Lord Song, who has a steel spine and iron gallbladder, is also afraid?"

Song Yongzhong couldn't laugh, but could only bow and hold his fists again.

When they returned to the central army, all the officers except for Liu Fenggu and Deng Yu's third regiment who were escorting food and grass, were summoned to Mao Xingjian's central army. They were whispering in confusion. Seeing Mao Xingjian leading Song Yongzhong in, they learned their lessons and immediately stood at attention and saluted them neatly.

"Prince!"

With a deep face as deep as water, Mao Xingjian walked straight to the position of coach. Following him closely, Song Yongzhong followed him without falling, standing at the head coach's table. Under the curious gaze of the generals, Mao Xingjian suddenly pulled out the golden scepter of the corps that Adrena gave him from his waist, showed it to the troops, and then stuffed the scepter heavily into Song Yongzhong's hand.

"I will set off tomorrow to worship the Heavenly Witch. All major military affairs will be presided over by Lord Song. It will be directed by Article 3, Paragraph 1 of the Ming Military Law. If anyone disobeys the military order, he will deprive all honors and behead him on the spot!"
Chapter completed!