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However, all of this seems simple, but it is actually based on the powerful strength of Snake City. It is estimated that even if Dalatra forcefully pulls the current Tarak tribe, most of the tribe will not be willing to go back to the wilderness to suffer. Hungry and cold, Mao Xingjian has already surpassed him in prestige, otherwise, as a great chief, how could he easily hand over the power in his hand?

The only one who is depressed is Han Xiaomo, until now she doesn't understand that the banner of this great witch has been fulfilled in a daze, and she even married someone inexplicably!

"Hey! Hey! What is this all about?"

Holding the big bull's head bone in her arms that represents the token of the witch, Mao Xingjian led her small hand and walked out. Han Xiaomo kept asking questions with her little head tilted, but unfortunately, Mao Xingjian was very domineering. The president ignored her and walked away coldly When they arrived at the threshing ground, a large group of warriors from the Tarak tribe who were qualified to wear feathers had already gathered there, watching Mao Xingjian, who was incarnated as a "birdman", holding the little hand of the "Egg Cutting Witch", appearing domineeringly in front of them In front of him, more than 100 middle-aged warriors knelt on the ground one after another like cutting rice, raised their hands to the sun and roared.

On the side of the threshing field, Mao Xingjian hadn't forgotten to leave a barracks for the New World Expeditionary Team. Seeing the crown prince receiving the cheers, Song Yongzhong slapped himself on the forehead helplessly, sighed and shook his head and said with emotion.

"Trouble!"

Chapter 787. The prince's chapter is not easy to be a leader

The information brought back by Song Yongzhong has brought unprecedented pressure to Mao Xingjian. Instead of playing No Man’s Sky alone, he has to face the pressure of survival brought by other tribes, except for the more than 100 warriors with feather crowns in the tribe. Mao Xingjian mobilized all the rest of the Su people, together with more than 1000 young men among the immigrants, to build the city wall together.

The adjacent Rocky Mountains were unlucky again, carrying a saw and a big ax made of steel, mixed with strong men from the two tribes, the dense primitive deep forest seemed to be chewed by a dog, the two people were pulling the big saw, creaking In the sound, the towering ancient tree that had grown for an unknown number of years creaked and fell to the ground. Then, it was put on a bull by its heels, and was pulled back to Snake City along the smooth snowy road.

The useless branches and leaves were just used as fuel for heating in winter, and the main trunk was sawed into thick trunks with a height of five meters, and then buried side by side along the foundation dug out by the city, and the underground part was sprinkled with lime for anti-corrosion and buried for two meters. , three meters above it, a wooden city wall is beginning to emerge, and then beams are erected behind the wood, and a wooden walkway is nailed around, and the infantry's defense space will also be available.

Although these indigenous tribes in North America are far more primitive than the Ming Dynasty, under their simple social structure, their efficiency is several times that of the undisciplined Ming immigrants. Mao Xingjian, the chief of Tarak, only needs to issue orders to the tribe. In other phratry, more than 100 Sioux members would carry out Mao Xingjian's orders in a muffled voice, and leave as soon as they greeted them. Like mushrooms, a large portion grows in a day.

But after all, there are two civilizations, and there are still many problems and frictions encountered.

Mao Xingjian is probably a scourge. When he came, the bison herd growing on this land would not be good. Amidst the sound of heavy hoofs galloping, another large herd of bison was driven to run in the snow up to their thighs. Then, the heavy hooves kicked up a cloud of snow and dust in the snow.

Surrounding the herd of cattle, there were more than a dozen bison.

No wonder Indians can become the last nation on horseback in history. They seem to have innate talent in riding, two leather ropes are tied with two horns, they don’t even have a saddle, and they wear feather crowns on their heads. The Indian warriors were as stable as the jack pendant, and Mao Xingjian's veteran knight of the sailors, marines, and cavalry was amazed by his driving skills.

No one has so many intrigues and tricks. They were driven in a circle and ran to a narrow valley before they knew it. On the left and right, more hunters with feather crowns on their heads and spears in their hands appeared. came out, one hand was still covering his mouth and screaming, the fan-shaped encirclement blocked the way for the buffalo herd to flee to both sides, and dozens of cows finally rushed in hopelessly. In the narrow valley, he also rushed into the preset trap.

The turf suddenly cracked, and with a bang, more than [-] cows fell into this most primitive trap of human beings. The bulls among them probably could not escape the pain of a knife, changing from a hero to a bull.Looking at the cattle that fell into the trap, Mao Xingjian couldn't help but rushed out excitedly. Behind him, the old hunting team's Geng Gengbo was full of disdain and jealousy.

Snake City has more cattle and fewer horses. This is the first time that cattle are used as mounts to drive hunting, and the result is a great success. After that, the efficiency of hunting bison in Snake City can be greatly increased! With more cattle, more land will be reclaimed. More, more immigrants will be attracted, a virtuous circle!

But just as the prince was looking at the cow that fell into the snow pit with cold eyes and burning eyes, there was another rush of horseshoes coming from behind, and Dongfang Meng, who didn't have to follow out for a rare time, waved his hands sadly behind him.

"Prince!"

With a plop, the guy fell off the horse in a daze, and rolled a large group in the snow like a gourd, and the snow didn't care to pat it, and rushed to Mao Xingjian again panting and panting. Reporting impatiently.

"My lord, Snake City is fighting!"

A vein popped out of his forehead, and before the guy could finish speaking, Mao Xingjian had already taken two quick steps, snatched his horse, slammed the rein, and began to drink loudly.

"drive!"

It was really like Dongfangmeng said, the fight broke out, and it was the Ming immigrants and the Indians who fought, and what was more serious, smashed the shop of Han Jinnong, the largest businessman in the town and the only one.

Before he Mao Xingjian came, Han Jinnong was the boss of the town, no matter what his purpose was, he gave wine to the townspeople on credit, and he usually paid for his work, and he had accumulated a lot of popularity in the town. Someone smashed his shop, and Mao Xingjian could already imagine how much trouble it would cause among the immigrants.

Seeing that several sailors from the Prince's Mansion were still watching the fun, Mao Xingjian couldn't care less about his image. Angrily, he gave a dragon's claw on the buttocks, and then exchanged with Song Yongzhong for the loud flintlock gun. He pulled it out and fired it with a bang in the air.

"What are you hitting! At the prince's feet, the land of enlightenment, can it be reversed?"

In the movie, the police are the last to arrive, and it’s the same here. Mao Xingjian rushed in, and the sailors rushed into the crowd as if they had just woken up from a dream, or reluctantly, and separated the two groups of people who were beaten up with bruised noses and swollen faces. .

Mao Xingjian is really a headache. This time, the Old Continent really worked together. Ming people, Koreans, dwarfs and people alike, and even a few horsemen and Mongols who are rare in the town like pandas also went into battle together, and they got nosebleeds one by one. It flows like a brook, and the still unconvinced nose is blowing hot air and bulging the blue veins on the forehead, eager to try to push forward, and they will do whatever the bison are in heat.

"Why are you fighting?"

Feeling sad, he first grabbed a soft persimmon, and casually grabbed the old Mongolian veterinarian who treated the bullocks last time, and pulled his collar. Mao Xingjian yelled depressedly, but in front of Jiu, his prince's majesty was not It worked, his eyes were red, and the veins on his forehead kept jumping like earthworms. The old veterinarian gritted his teeth and pointed at the Indian with a black eyeball and howled.

"Prince, we don't want to fight, we drink well, these savages grab the wine when they enter the store, don't give money, don't say anything, even beat the shopkeeper Han, and then beat everyone, prince! There is no kingly law! Do you still want to protect these barbarians?"

People of Mongol origin in this era would point their fingers at others and call them barbarians. It can be seen how angry and unpopular this group of Su people is! Hearing the group of people talking in unison, Mao Xingjian turned his head to the other side.

Not to mention, they are really acquaintances, Su Yu's old acquaintance, the chief of the clan Amalu, but even if he is an acquaintance, most of the Su dialect he yells at Aba Aba, and occasionally a few Chinese sentences are also curse words, Mao Xingjian He couldn't understand at all, and his stomach was so full of urgency that he was so sad that people hurriedly took Su Yu out of the Prince's Mansion to translate, and then suppressed the situation.

Equally confident, Amalu jumped up angrily and yelled: "Prince! You also work hard. Why do you people who have a cattle department have wine and cigarettes? Our Dalat tribe No alcohol or smoke! It's not fair!"

Listening to a group of Indians yelling the same words, Mao Xingjian finally understood.

North American Indians are too primitive and too lacking in supplies!Everyone has almost no family background, and the awareness of personal property is indifferent. They live under the common ownership of the clan. Bartering is even rare in the clan. Most of them also happen between clans and clan-level exchanges. Therefore, they There is no concept of money at all!

Who is unlucky?I am unlucky!Seeing that the two sides were still furiously cursing and wanting to fight each other, Mao Xingjian reluctantly ordered someone to move up a stage and yelled loudly.

"Stop arguing, listen to Gu's decision! All the losses caused by the destruction of the Han's store today will be borne by the Prince's House! Gu also took the money you spent drinking and smoking today!"

"Prince, do you still want to favor these savages?"

Just after selling the grain, every household looks like a demolition household, and their backs are very tough! Not short of this money, the old groom with a nosebleed is making a loud noise. The first one roared in frustration, and then, A large group of immigrants was also roaring angrily there.

Mao Xingjian studied Confucianism, but now, he has realized how difficult it is to deal with the problem of not worrying about the few but worrying about the unevenness!Having no choice but to shoot the unloaded shotgun into the sky again, taking advantage of the gap between the gunshots, pointing at the Indians with their shaved mouths and crooked faces, Mao Xingjian yelled sadly again.

"Old man Lu, you are calling them a bunch of savages! How do they know this? Ladies and gentlemen, Gu is a prince, and Gu has a lot of readings! I won't lie to you! Leave this matter to Gu to handle, and Gu to educate these Su people , if they commit another crime next time, you can go directly to the Prince's Mansion and smash Gu's house, okay?"

"This Snake City belongs to the prince! The prince has spoken! Don't you believe it? Everyone, give the prince a face. Today, let's go!"

Immediately afterwards, Han Jinnong, the big shopkeeper's fat man also ran over, his face was actually not good-looking, the one who was beaten this time was his son, and the beating is not clear, but he has the general idea, and he Following the loud persuasion, the sufferer and the boss did not pursue it. Although they were not convinced, a group of Daming immigrants finally dispersed after discussing and helpless.

Seeing the black crowd disperse, Mao Xingjian finally breathed a sigh of relief and wiped his forehead. Before he knew it, he was already sweating profusely in this cold weather.

But who knew, before he could catch his breath, Dongfang Meng, who was like Sao Baxing, ran over again, screaming at the top of his voice sadly.

"Prince, it's not good! At the east gate, the old Liu family and the Su people are fighting again!"

"Father is above!"

Muttering with depression, Mao Xingjian jumped off the wooden stool and took two steps in three steps. Mao Xingjian ran to the east of the city again sadly.

On the way back he had just come back, another Ming immigrant had a fight with these Indians! His nose was bruised, his face was swollen, and his head was bleeding.

"Why are you fighting again!"

Chapter 788. The Elder's Judgment Court

The aloof aristocratic persona couldn't hold on any longer, and the corner of Mao Xingjian's mouth was twitching crazily. Even if he was the prince, this was the first time in his life.

Emotional disputes!

The two groups of fighting crowds have been separated. One of the Indians was beaten badly. Both eyes were swollen, his lips were swollen into two sausages, his nose was bleeding from both noses, and he sat on the ground humming non-stop. The one who beat people was the most cowardly and the most bullied Korean fat man among the immigrants. He seemed to be surnamed Jin. At this moment, he couldn't tell from his nose and tears that he was able to beat the tall and mighty Su Ren Gan lay down with that kind of combat power, knelt there crying and kowtowed.

"Prince, the little one is ashamed to live! You have to make decisions for the little one! Let this pair of adulterers sink into lakes and ponds!!!"

Looking inside, there was a hole in the door, and the outline of a trembling and crying Korean woman covered in quilt could be vaguely seen.