Like all epic wars, the fierce bloody battle fought in the dark all night, and before dawn came, the end of the song. When the rolling red sun rose from the east again with vitality, the huge battlefield had been painted into a gorgeous snow-proud plum blossom.

However, the plum blossoms blooming in the cold seem so cruel.

The slightly yellowish stamens are a corpse that fell to death, and the bright petals spreading nearby are blood that spread out.

Unfortunately, even the moderate Ming Dynasty in civilization still followed the old path of Western powers on this new continent, ending with large-scale violence and killing.

Until the early morning, the blood was still hanging on the armor and hat. The soldiers of Han Frost were still patrolling the battlefield tirelessly, searching among the piles of corpses.

A pile of corpses with several layers of corpses moved slightly, and immediately attracted the attention of two nearby Ming army spearmen. One of them used the spear rod to pull away the frozen corpses above. The boy from the lower class, who was only in his teenager who didn't know, showed his cold blue face and looked at the Ming army. Yesterday, the tribal boy who was still instigated by the tribe wizards, was still fearful of death. His face was now full of fear of death, full of expectation and begging, and he asked for help from the two Ming army with difficulty.

But after seeing that he was cut off by a samurai sword, his thighs that had already revealed his bones. He muttered, and the other Ming army stabbed his spear hard. In the sound of a splatter, a new flower filled the gorgeous plum blossom picture for a while.

Although these tribal warriors resisted extremely tenaciously in the war last night, they could be said to be a successor. Even though most of the cold weapons used by Liu Zongmin, the weapons and equipment of these tribal warriors were still too poor. In half a night, the expeditionary army surrounded them slaughtered nearly 40,000 of them. Only a few thousand people fled out of the snow-capped mountains in horror and fled from all directions. The remaining 20,000 were completely mentally collapsed. They put down their weapons in fear, and kneeled on the ground in despair and became prisoners.

The infantry cleaning the battlefield was patrolling the battlefield, collecting the precious metal worn by some warriors. On the other side, a large number of Ming troops were happily driving the prisoners.

The tribal warriors who once fought with cougars and coyotes under the white clouds of the sky are now dejected with their heads hanging down, and their hands and necks are tied by the army with thick hemp ropes of military supplies. They are all taken out of the battlefield by the Ming army as gentle as animals. What awaits them is no longer forgiveness, but imprisoned on the farm as serfs, or sold to the Yukon Governor's Mansion in the north, and become slaves in the mine.

The Ninth Corps has fulfilled their responsibilities. Listening to the roaring fight last night, they did not join the battle again, but simply licked their wounds while resting.

It was not until dawn that the army at the foot of the mountain began to gather, and he delayed orders to blew the assembly call and led his army down the Fortress of the Sullien Valley that had been stationed and guarded for more than ten days.

After all, it was the one army alone that resisted 80,000 enemies, and the Ninth Corps also paid a heavy price, killing more than 600 people and seriously injured hundreds. As for minor injuries, everyone took them. Even Mao Xingjian himself was hanging his right hand with white cloth and limped in front of the army.

Behind him, the two personal soldiers carried his white cloak with emotion.

Just as the team slowly drove towards the banks of the Flat Snake River, some chaos suddenly occurred in another Ming army that had been gathering the prisoners. Among the group of prisoners who were walking through the crowd, a female warrior wearing a few feathers on her head suddenly rushed out of the crowd, and hugged his boots in horror as the guards around her were alert to draw their swords.

"Save..., save me..."

The familiar and stumbled Chinese language made Mao Xingjian turn his head and look down. The woman seemed to have a face similar to that of a red deer. Under her eyes full of fear, two slanted battle patterns were painted there. After a moment of trance, Mao Xingjian remembered that the girl who was dancing around the fire a few months ago on the Autumn Harvest Festival, the girl who held his hand at the other end was dancing around the fire!

But it was just a thought. After looking at each other, Mao Xingjian pulled out his boots from her arms amid the woman's full begging, stepped on the cold snow indifferently, and continued to walk forward with his army.

Looking at this scene, the Ming army chasing out of the edge was obviously relieved. After two steps, they pressed the woman who was still trying to chase after her and begged in the cold snow, grabbed her hands and feet together, and then tied her up with a military rope.

"Save..., save me..."

He was kneeling on the ground with his hands and feet tied up on his back. He listened to the sound of the sword drawing behind him, and was filled with fear. The woman was still screaming in despair, but Mao Xingjian never looked back. As the blade fell, the crackling sound was blown away by the mountain wind, and a stream of red blood was poured on the cold land again. Seeing Ming Jun come back with the woman's head, the prisoners who were taken trembled with fear, lowered their heads heavily, and were pierced by the Ming Jun one by one with rope.

Hearing that there was no rest behind him, Mao Xingjian couldn't help but pause and sighed heavily.

"After all, I'm just a king, not a hero!"

But just sighing, taking Chi Lu away was the last time he was favoritism and willfulness!

Although he had known Chi Lu for only half a year, the female matriarch's voice explained his responsibility and burdens. She could fight for Apache until the last moment and fight for her lover. Mao Xingjian was born as the prince of the Ming Dynasty. What reason did he not fight for the Ming Dynasty? What reason would he be because of his extravagant compassion to interfere with the authority of the Ming soldiers?

But it's okay. Even if you can't help it, even if you bear the innate responsibility! Life is not always black and red! Just as Mao Xingjian sighed, an excited sob suddenly rang in front of him.

Although he was blind, Han Xiaomo was still miraculously the first to recognize him in the crowd. When Song Yongzhong turned his old face a little sourly, Zhang Fenggu and the guys were smirking and grinning. Han Xiaomo, who suddenly ran out of the army, shouted and hugged him in his arms. While sobbing in fear, the girl was still chattering and complaining.

"Who told you to run around? When I returned to the Ming Dynasty, I must complain to Sister Changping and the Emperor, and let them deal with you and deal with you hard!!!"

Not far ahead, Adrena was still holding her bronze axe that represented military power in a handsome manner, looking here slowly. When he looked up, a warm and playful smile appeared on the face of the foreign aunt. Seeing Mao Xingjian smiled helplessly and shook his head, he immediately placed his only moveable left hand on Han Xiaomo's soft hair.

"Okay! I'll listen to you. Go back and let them deal with me hard, okay!"

"Oh! What's wrong with your hand? Why did you hang up?"

"It's okay! I just fell down!"

Women really can't spoil it. It's rare that Mao Xingjian didn't pout her. The girl even started to swear and pouted her mouth arrogantly. Han Xiaomo hummed angrily.

"Let you get rid of your aunt and I! You're broken!"

However, this girl was still soft-hearted. After Xiaoxiao vented, she immediately reached out and stroked her hand and asked anxiously: "It's broken there? Let me see!"

Can you see it? Mao Xingjian thought helplessly, but today, he seemed to be unable to get angry with this girl no matter what. He held her little hand with his left hand, and Mao Xingjian said helplessly in her ear.

"There are so many people! I am the prince after all! Leave me some face!"

“There are many people?”

In an instant, the little face turned red. The little hand grabbed Mao Xingjian's right hand in fear. She shrank her little head timidly: "Then let's go quickly!"

"kindness!"

She held her arms, this time Mao Xingjian never looked back and left the battlefield full of corpses behind him. He walked towards the mountain without looking back.

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The cold winter is cold and cruel, everything is bleak and its vitality is cut off. However, the long winter finally sometimes, after experiencing the cruel death of a winter, the warm spring finally returns.

Moreover, this year the Snake River Plain is particularly vibrant.

In fact, there are only two expeditionary troops under Adrena's command from the active Ming army, one is the Ninth Crown Prince Corps, and the other is the Third Advance Corps of the Xuzhou Army, which she now leads. Most of the remaining ones are from the remnants of Dashun after Huguang recruited the remnants of Dashun, and they are unwilling to receive severance payments and return home, nor are they willing to accept the reorganization of the Ming army.

If it were all dynasties, such troops would probably be raised to hold a high knife and killing them, but Mao Jue gave them a third choice. Now it seems that they have made the right choice!

The Sioux, Apaches and countless tribes spread across the vast western region completely dissipated in the historical clouds and mists in the cold winter. The water and dry fields that the Sioux worked hard to reclaim under Mao Xingjian's command finally belonged to the hands of these Ming expeditionary soldiers.

The rebel army launched an army from northern Shaanxi and fought in the world for more than 20 years. The reason was that the landlords and gentry had made them unable to stand the most and did not accept Mao Jue's reorganization. It was also because they no longer trusted the soldiers and officials who were very confident. Here, the wish of these peasants to uprising was finally fulfilled. There were fertile land to be assigned to them to cultivate, and no greedy gentry would come to take advantage of the robbery. Especially here, the relationship between the Ming government and them was no longer the relationship between the rulers and the ruled, but more similar to a joint relationship. As promised before, the court granted titles to their leaders for every 500 people's town, and allowed them to rule themselves without conflicting with the "Ming Law".

This relationship is very similar to the later American imperial franchising states and central governments.

From one aspect, Mao Xingjian's wish was achieved. The entire Snake River was rejuvenated in the hands of these expeditionary soldiers. The neat irrigated fields appeared neatly on both sides of the Snake River like patches. Clusters of lush new buds were exposing their heads in the brown and black soil.

However, at this time, Mao Xingjian, who ruled the Snake River, was not the simple prince who was not good at the deep palace. The hands of a woman were surrounded by the old scholars of the sour and corrupt states! He had the most valuable experience in achieving hegemony in one place.

The kingly way is with the people! Domineeringness complements each other!

The Ninth Prince Corps, which had been resting for two or three months, is now hanging up the battle flag with great confidence. But this time, it is no longer limited to the narrow Snake River Plain. It has walked through the Knee Valley where thousands of corpses are buried, and has flipped through the towering Rocky Mountains. This Ming army from the other side of the sea has arrived at the foundation on which the American empires relied on to survive in the Missouri River Basin, and the endless central plain.

And this time, Mao Xingjian was no longer so easy to talk to!

Next to the Mississippi River, a camp of Mandans was surrounded by a small tribe of three or four thousand people. With an arm hanging, Mao Xingjian kicked the horse to the gate of the village, and roared majesticly at the village in Suyu.

"I am the prince of the Ming Dynasty! The Tianwu Tu on the other side of Rocky Mountain is also the one! Follow the order of my father! Adopt education in this wilderness place of you! If you open the gate and accept the rule of the Ming Dynasty! The Ming Dynasty can ensure that all the land and land of the land can be safe. If you dare to resist the Tianjun, you will be burned! "

Last year's war had already spread far along Rocky Mountain, but the Indians were still so stubborn. Standing in front of the simple village gate, the clan chief whose feathers were like sunflowers on his head screamed and cursed, and then closed the village gate again. Mao Xingjian was so angry that his mouth twitched wildly, and his veins swelled up on his forehead, and he simply shook the whip hard.

"Enter the march and let these turtle men know why flowers are so red!"

The long marching horn suddenly rang out, but in this kung fu, the Cavalry Commander of the New World, who had always been decisive, reacted half a beat slower, commanding the cavalry on the left wing. He also watched the things in his hands like the head-down tribe in later generations. Until the commander of the cavalry regiment Tong Zhamu stabbed him hard, Song Yongzhong suddenly came to his senses and kicked the things into his chest in panic. Then he whipped heavily on the butt of the war horse and shouted loudly.

"drive!"

But this was too hasty, and the thing slid out with his violent horse galloping. The airflow brought by the cavalry was blowing and finally fell on a dense bush of flowers in a spiral.

It was a simple portrait, a sunny and lively girl waved her little hand vividly, and wrote a beautiful line in neat little calligraphy below.

"Come on, brother! Yu'er gift!"
Chapter completed!