Time has turned to January in the New World. Although the changes are not obvious, the breath of spring still spreads unknowingly. The water flows from the two rivers have increased a little, and the thin ice next to the water is also flowing downwards with melting water drop by drop.

However, for the soldiers of the Ninth Corps, there was no feeling of the warmth of spring. They were stationed in the middle section of the canyon at a height of hundreds of meters. Looking down, the Indian tribes that drove from the middle and lower reaches of the Snake River to take their lives were growing day by day, with a vast land and sparse population. It is hard to imagine that the crowds could gather together in darkness like ants.

From the first day of the three tribes and 20,000 people from the seven tribes on the second day, to now there are countless tribes, which can have 70,000 to 80,000 people. The rising Indian cowhide tents are like mushrooms that suddenly rise, with clusters of green smoke vaguely into the sky. Even if the noise of the noisy tribes is so far away, it is clearly heard.

Whenever I boast about the strong combat effectiveness of the troops, I say that one fights ten, but now I really want one fights ten. As the number of opponents increases every day, the panic and commotion in the army also increases dramatically every day.

However, neither Mao Xingjian nor Song Yongzhong explained anything. Every day, the prince only had a complicated face. He looked at the layers of indigenous troops that could hardly see the edges. Looking at them, Mao Xingjian always showed a strange and complex expression, melancholy, regret, and hatred like gritting his teeth. Deep in his eyebrows, there seemed to be a sense of tyrannical pleasure.

It was another morning, and today's indigenous army seemed to be different from every day. As the sun rose, the loud cowhide drums were never rested for a moment. The chiefs, wizards and warrior-level figures with extremely dense crowns on their heads were like ants, rushing towards the largest tent. Mao Xingjian couldn't help but put down his telescope and turned his head.

"It's time!"

Almost at the same time, Song Yongzhong also put down his telescope and nodded heavily at his eyes.

"Release the account!"

Without more nonsense, Mao Xingjian raised his voice and ordered behind him.

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Amid the equally rapid drum beat, ten staff members of the staff level, twenty-tenth deputy, and even more than two hundred and forty-tenth deputy members of the team level arrived. They were not crowded in the tent, and the officers' joint meeting was directly held on the edge of the last snow wall trench in front of the barracks.

Not only them, but also the soldiers who were closer could hear the conversations at the meeting clearly, and their eyes fell on Mao Xingjian's body and back with confusion and desire.

To be honest, although I started with a gun, this was the first time Mao Xingjian was mobilized before the war to boost morale. Looking at his eyes, even if he was silent for a few seconds, Mao Jue's figure seemed to appear in front of him in his mind.

"That's right, as you can see, the Heavenly Witch who killed the Indians in the West alone, the highest monk they believed in. Now all the warriors of Indian tribes in the western part of the huge New World have gathered together to fight Gu Jue to the death. This final battle date is today!"

As soon as the words were finished, the violent noise suddenly spread. Han people, Goryeo, and the officers whispered quickly and discussed each other. Many people even showed a look of fear, and some even turned their eyes to Mao Xingjian with complaint.

After waiting for the noise for a few seconds, Mao Xingjian then knocked on the frozen ice wall on the ground with the scabbard in his hand. In the crisp sound, he raised his voice high against the officer's comments.

"I know that you may be afraid or complain. Who would be normal people want to travel thousands of miles to the snow and ice to fight the barbarians who are more than ten times their own? But you have no choice. It is more than two thousand kilometers away from the coastline. On the way, it is either a poor mountain, bad water, jungle beast, or these malicious tribes, from here to the east coast, farther away, there are more wild tribes, and there is nowhere to go! If anyone doesn't believe it, I won't stop you, you can try it now!"

"If you don't try your best to press these barbarians down hard and pierce their hearts! Cut off their heads and let them know that the Ming Dynasty's Heavenly Army is not easy to mess with. Today, this is our bone-buying place, so don't joke!"

Seeing Mao Xingjian's scabbard pointing at the restless tribe at the foot of the mountain, the discussion just now calmed down again, because what the prince said was the facts. The originally chaotic and impetuous morale of the army gradually stabilized. Everyone knew that there was no way out, and a firm look began to appear in their eyes.

But this was not enough. The scabbard was inserted into the snow, and a madness appeared on Mao Xingjian's face that was not in line with the Confucian education he had received over the years. He pointed his finger at the face under his command and shouted wildly.

"In the past, Gu's father once said to Gu. A smart emperor would not talk about life, ideals, or great principles with his subordinates, because no one's ideal life is to fight against people on the battlefield with his head and a knife! At that time, Gu was particularly disgusted and thought it was too merciless! To govern the empire well, one needs to conquer people with virtue and educate the people with the etiquette of a saint. Only a virtuous king can arouse the loyalty of his subordinates."

"But Jin Ge, Gu understands, what his father said is so fucking! What is virtue? Letting subordinates benefit and letting the people live a good life is virtue! So Gu Jin Ge doesn't tell you any great principles, just talks about interests with you!"

Pointing to the foot of the mountain, Mao Xingjian roared excitedly, and even hoarsely. The dignified Confucian appearance was completely thrown behind his head, and the saliva splashed on the faces of the soldiers, roaring loudly.

"The barbarians in front of you are the main force of all the barbarians in the west of the New World. As long as you do them, all the land in the northern six provinces will be ours! Don't you want land? To win this battle, you are the landlord, the farmer! The rancher! Don't you want high-ranking officials? You are the orphan governor, the general! Do you want money? You can choose the gold and silver mines here! As long as you are willing to fight with the orphan, all your wishes will be satisfied for you!"

Seeing Mao Xingjian slamming his chest, the firmness in his eyes was gradually replaced by a feeling called fanaticism. He came to this strange place all the time. Who wouldn't want to gain something? He would win a wife and a son? He knew what he could get, and his emotions that had no choice had turned into initiative. After being hit by the recent officers, Mao Xingjian even clearly saw the Ye Ye's flames burning in their pupils.

However, at this moment when he was in high spirits, the staff officer Liu Fenggu was hesitant and started to speak in a low voice.

"Then, the prince..., the army is for the three thousand golds of the Minister of War Sun. If you win, the wishes are marked..."

These words swept away the nervous and excited atmosphere just now. A group of officers couldn't help laughing. Mao Xingjian couldn't help but shake his head laughing. However, in the embarrassment of the fat man, Mao Xingjian still stepped forward and smiled and punched his shoulder.

"Beauties all love heroes. If you win this battle, you will tell her when you go back, you will defeat the most barbaric barbarians and conquere half of the continent for the Ming Dynasty. If this girl is not moved, she will go and tell you personally!"

Suddenly, the slippery fat man stood attentively and saluted: "Pretty the truth, be loyal to your highness!"

The morale was completely excited. Looking at the straight chest under his command with satisfaction, Mao Xingjian finally pulled out his saber and pointed at the Indian warriors who had begun to look upward like a rising tide, shouting loudly: "Let them see what it means to be the king's land under the world, and to lead the land to be the king's ministers! Start a war!"

"Get war!!!"

Hundreds of officers also spoke loudly, roaring and bowing down to the prince, and then strides and meteors scattered in the huge military formation, holding weapons and waiting.

Looking at Mao Xingjian with his eyes shining brightly, even Song Yongzhong couldn't help but sigh that he was worthy of being a descendant of the Mao family. Once it burst out, it would be the hot sun for everyone! He clasped his fists heavily, and in Mao Xingjian's expectant gaze, he also turned over and rode onto the horse. In the roar of the war horses, the two regiments of cavalry went out of the sea like two dragons, stripped off the main formation and rushed to the higher hillside on the right.

A thrilling speech also made Mao Xingjian feel a sense of happiness in breaking through taboos. No wonder the ancient poem says, please go to Lingyan Pavilion for a while, if you are a scholar, a marquis? This is the real man who should do this!

With a cold look, the faces were covered with war marks, and the tribal warriors with ferocious faces were fiercely holding guns, bows and arrows, and charged towards the trench in front of him. The prince's face was like a hunting lion, and for a moment was hideous and bloodthirsty. The cloak behind him floated with the mountain wind, knocking the face-covered helmet covered with a layer of frost in January on his head. In front of them, Mao Xingjian raised the heavy Damascus saber at his hand.

"It's time to settle your grudges and revenge with Gu!"

In his attention, the most cutting-edge Ming army soldiers roared and knocked on the trigger of the flintlock rifle on their hands. With the crackling sounds like beans, the brave tribal warriors suddenly stopped in disbelief, and holes of blood splashed out on their fur-covered chests, and then rolled heavily towards the foot of the mountain.
Chapter completed!