Beiyang new warlord

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When Mao Xingjian was stunned, the red deer led her clansman to move towards the third totem pole with the puma head bone hanging in the valley, knelt down in a row, and kowtowed reverently After prostrating for a long time, she stood up again, and a group of clansmen scattered to find firewood and lighting objects. The red deer personally found a dry and flat board, stuck a thin branch on it, and immediately spun around up.

At first, Mao Xingjian thought she was performing some religious ceremony, and squatted aside curiously, watching with relish. For a long time, watching the wheat-colored forehead of this wild matriarch rubbing her hands was covered with crystal beads of sweat. Only then did he realize that this girl was making fire by drilling wood!

Feeling helpless, Mao Xingjian felt in his pocket, then quickly walked up to her, patted the girl on the shoulder, and passed her hand over.

"Hey!"

Looking at the small iron box with the phoenix engraved in Mao Xingjian's hand, Chilu's big piercing eyes were obviously confused, but with Mao Xingjian's thumb pulling and clicking, a small flame rose in front of her eyes. When she woke up, the girl screamed as if she had seen a ghost, and staggered and sat on the ground.

"Stop drilling, nah!"

Regardless of whether the girl understood or not, Mao Xingjian casually put down the lit kerosene lighter on the log she had drilled for a long time, and then walked away in a big way. Even so, the matriarch still dared to walk carefully for a long time When I came up, I looked up and down funnyly like a primitive person, not to mention her, those mountain lion tribe hunters who moved firewood were also looking around in amazement.

After playing around like this for a long time, she suddenly raised her head, looked at Mao Xingjian with great interest, and looked forward to herself with a smile on her face. Grab a piece of wood and light it up.

After a while, a fiery flame finally burst into flames. In this pile of firewood, it is estimated that secret plants that the Indians themselves only knew were added, and a puff of black smoke rose into the sky.

Holding the lighter that was still burning, Chi Lu walked back cautiously like he was holding some fetish object, and held it in front of Mao Xingjian with both hands, but seeing her like this, Mao Xingjian, who was holding back a smile, clicked it shut The lid of the lighter, however, was not put away. Instead, he took out a chain from his pocket, looped it around the edge of the lighter, and hung the lighter around the red deer's neck like a necklace with a click.

This scene was a bit ambiguous, as if she was embracing this heroic matriarch. In the distance, Han Xiaomo couldn't help but pouted her little mouth sourly.

Chilu herself was obviously a little stunned, looking at the lighter hanging on her chest in disbelief, and then she was nervous and wanted to pick it up, but before she could take it off, Mao Xingjian had already fled away with a flick of his brain, see Looking at the elegant back of the prince, he opened and closed his small mouth hesitantly, and finally a slightly shy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and Chilu let go of his little hand again, allowing the lighter to hang on his body.

Although different races have different forms of meaning, it seems that the means of teasing girls are common regardless of ethnicity.

After this small episode, the gap between the Apache hunters and the Snake City sailors became less severe. After running all night, everyone was already hungry. After drinking water, people on both sides directly hung up the pots and started cooking porridge by the blazing fire.

Amidst the sound of porridge drinking with pickles, an Apache tribe of about 20 people also emerged from the mouth of the valley, similar to the red deer. They found their sacrificial totem pole and kowtowed a few heads. People really don't talk much, and they didn't come to strike up a conversation. They just looked at Mao Xingjian and stopped the cows there. Unknown meat came out, crackling and grilling.

In terms of farming, one mu of land can support one or two adults. In a nomadic life, it takes about seventeen mu of land to support an adult. Hunting is even more terrifying. There are cases of people starving to death in a hundred or a thousand mu. , hunters are lonely, even the tribes of the same tribe are far apart, from the arrival of the first tribe in the morning to the arrival of the last tribe in the evening, it took a whole day.

After the arrival of the last tribe, the ground squirrel tribe with a bunch of small heads hanging on the top, this barbecue meeting can be regarded as the end!

After kowtowing to the totem pole belonging to his tribe, there are five ground squirrel tails under the crest, the face is broad and Chinese-shaped, and the skin is full of weathered wrinkles caused by survival in the wild. I don’t know if the ground squirrel is 40 or 50 years old. At this time, the chief of the Apache tribe, Tooth Mouse, the great chief of the Apache tribe, raised his staff, which was thicker than ordinary people, and shouted in the Apache language with a high voice.

Probably asking who initiated the rally, Red Deer stood up directly from the crowd, and shouted in the same incomprehensible but rough Apache language, Tooth Mouse and Red Deer exchanged a few words, Immediately Chilu's finger was on Mao Xingjian's face. Hearing her words, the whole venue erupted. All the Apaches stood up and focused their attention on Mao Xingjian's fitness.

It's not a good feeling to be stared at by pairs of hunter eyes that seem to glow in the night. Even the prince felt the chills on his back and couldn't sit still. He stood up with a smile and hugged the Indians around him. Authorization.

"It's the first time we meet, you don't have to be restrained, Gu is very easy-going!"

Of course, it was useless for him to speak, but it was still useful for Chilu to speak. He held a spear in his right hand, and Chilu pointed at the Apaches present, shouting excitedly. His left hand turned around and pointed at Mao Xingjian. Following her shout, he stood up in horror. The Apache people who were about to move visibly languished, and sat back again, some drooping their heads in shame and helplessness.

Even the Great Chief Tooth Mouse choked for a moment, and then put on his solemn and majestic face again, and this time, he turned his head to Mao Xingjian, and there was another short and rapid burst of Apache shouted out.

"Prince, Chief Tooth Mouse said that the Sioux released the prisoners of war, so the Apache Department owes you a favor, and the Apache Department will treat you as a VIP, and then ask you what you are doing in the Apache Department?"

Although the release of the prisoners of war harmed oneself and benefited others, and made the Snake City of the Sioux Clan worry about it, it was a good diplomatic face. With this opportunity, Mao Xingjian quickly gave Su Yu a look and asked Su Yu to hold the pot that had been mixed on the stove and show Handed it over to the Tooth Mouse, and at the same time shouted loudly with a high voice.

"I came here for peace this time. The Sioux is willing to provide food for the Apache tribe to survive the winter. Even if you are willing to worship the three gods of corn, the Sioux tribe is willing to teach the Apache tribe how to cultivate corn and how to tame bison. !, and cede the land on the south bank of the Snake River!"

The sensation caused by a series of words is no less than that of the great chief of the Sioux tribe who arrived at the Apache tribe. Some Apache chiefs were unbelievable and ecstatic, and some curiously tasted the fragrance for a day. Rice porridge, some have faces full of astonishment and vigilance, and some are simply furious, jumping and cursing unforgivingly, the valley that has been quiet all day has finally become a vegetable market, Groups of people bared their teeth and claws, arguing with each other.

After the chaotic roar lasted for a few minutes, a thunderous roar rang out again, yelling at everyone. In their astonishment, the tooth mouse held back its wrinkled and weathered old face like a pig's liver , yelling at Mao Xingjian angrily.

"Apache will not abandon the hunting gods and traditions! It will not accept charity either! In the next war, Apache will also spare the Sioux captives to repay this kindness. Now please leave the Sioux chief. Odd Clan!"

This is an eviction order!Mao Xingjian was instantly dumbfounded.

He just couldn't figure it out, why did he insist on sticking to the old rules and fighting to the death when everyone could eat and keep warm together?

He was helpless, and set his hopeful eyes on Chilu again. The sturdy female patriarch did not disappoint his expectation. Holding the heavy spear, Chilu walked straight in front of the tooth mouse. With a haughty expression on her head, she suddenly pointed the spear at his face. I don't know what she yelled, and the Indians, whether they supported or opposed, all boiled up, holding up the weapons in their hands, yelling loudly .

"Hey, what happened here?"

The importance of learning a foreign language was vividly reflected. Seeing that the cheering crowd couldn't understand, Mao Xingjian felt sad and turned his head anxiously to ask.

But this time, Su Yu was stunned, and he was stunned for a moment. He was slightly excited and tremblingly turned his head to explain.

"Prince, Patriarch of the Red Deer, this is for you!"

Chapter 8 and One. The Prince's Blood Fight

The Indians are still in the social stage of the clan commune, which can be regarded as very democratic. However, when faced with major issues that cannot be decided or stalemate, the most direct solution is violence!

Whose fist listens to whose fist!

In the clattering sound, more than a dozen tribes, big and small, formed a big circle, and the bright fire surrounded a duel field. Mao Xingjian's ears were filled with the classic Indians clapping their mouths and roaring in American TV dramas of later generations. With their backs to themselves, the mountain lion tribe plus the red deer, the eighteen members are like wild beasts, holding a spear in their right hand, squatting slightly, and opposite her, the chief of the ground squirrel tribe, Tooth Mouse The burly one stood at the front, and behind him, those warriors were also nervously pressing their spears.

Amidst the creaking sound of metal rubbing against each other, a cold light radiated from his waist. Seeing the soul-stirring light of the knife, Mao Xingjian's heart beat violently.

As expected of the great chief, he took the best guy. Although he is not interested in weapons, his father Mao Jue is a collector. The prince has seen a lot of this kind of weapon. It has been handed down from the Middle East. The orthodox Damascus scimitar , blowing iron to break gold, extremely sharp!Worth a thousand dollars!I don't know from which Spanish colonizer the jaguar was taken from.

With this weapon alone, the Red Deer was already at a disadvantage!

With his heart beating wildly, Mao Xingjian couldn't help but asked in a low voice to Su Yu who was staring at him in a daze.

"Ayu, why do you want to fight? What are the rules of the duel?"

"If the mountain lion tribe wants to oppose the decision made by the great chief, the chief of the red deer will challenge the great chief of the tooth mouse! As for the rules of the duel, there are no rules. If all the warriors participating in the battle die or have the will to fight, the other side will win!"

Looking at the two confronting people with palpitations, Su Yu didn't dare to take his eyes off for a moment, while talking hastily.

"The last time the crown prince decided to release the prisoners of war, my father had two pots of boiling water already imagining that you initiated such a challenge, but the great wizard Hongyun and several chiefs of the phratry in the tribe did not support him, so he gave up. It's common, but many times, it's almost a dead light before the curtain comes to an end!"

No wonder Chilu handed over the chief's feather crest to someone else before he came out this time. Mao Xingjian was a little moved and couldn't bear it, he hesitated to stretch out his hand to give this strong Ah Patch pulled her back, but she didn't extend her hand after all.

Whether Apache can be recruited is related to whether he can rule the six southern tribes.

Even..., even if the red deer was sacrificed for this!

Just as he was hesitating, the Tooth Rat roared like a wild beast.

"Chilu, the chief of the mountain lion tribe from the wasteland, has come to challenge my position as the great chief for the sake of Ability God!"

"When we are hungry, we also look for fruits on the trees to satisfy our hunger! Since the Sioux people have a way to create more food, why do they let the tribe go hungry? Since the chief does not agree, then I, Red Deer, follow the ancient tradition. Dueling, only blood can reach the gods!"

Holding a heavy spear in his right hand, his full chest protruded. Facing the watching tribesmen, the red deer also roared with an open heart. Listening to her words, many people couldn't help but nodded their heads. Seeing this, they were tall and strong. The toothmouse obviously showed a cup look, shaking the murderous Damascus scimitar on his wrist, he also raised his head and roared cruelly.

"Then let the gods decide!"

In the sudden sound of the blade, he hit as soon as he said it, his scimitar was already slashing at the red deer, the sharp blade made a piercing meditation in the air, and a few strands of black hair fluttered along with the blade.

Like a nimble forest deer, dragging a spear, the red deer dodged the blow, and quickly dodged to the left side of the great chief, slashing at his left arm like a whirlwind with both spears.

With a bang, the metal burst into sparks in mid-air.

At the same time, the 25 hunters of the mountain lion tribe fought fiercely with the [-] fighters of the opposite squirrel tribe.