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"kill!"

This night in Wounded Knee Valley, the sound of killings shook the sky!

Chapter 832. The New Journey of the Prince

Like all epic battles, the fierce bloody battle was fought in the dark all night, and it came to an end before dawn. When the red sun once again rose vigorously from the east, the huge battlefield has been destroyed. Smudged into a pair of gorgeous Aoxun flowers.

It's just that the plum blossoms that bloomed in Ling Han looked so cruel.

The slightly yellowish stamens are the result of a dead body, and the brightly colored petals spreading nearby are the blood oozing out.

It's a pity that even the civilized and gentle Ming Dynasty still followed the old path of the Western powers in this new continent, ending with large-scale violence and killings.

Until the early hours of the morning, there was still blood on the helmets and hats! Frost's sergeants were tirelessly patrolling the battlefield, rummaging through the piles of corpses.

A corpse pile with several layers of corpses moved slightly, and immediately attracted the attention of two Ming army spearmen nearby. One of them pulled away the frozen corpses on top with a spear, and the one below In his teens, he didn't know which clan's boy showed his face livid with cold, looking at the Ming army. The tribal boy who was instigated by the tribal wizard yesterday, who was not afraid of death, now has a young face. Full of fear of death, full of expectation and pleading, he begged for help from the two Ming soldiers with difficulty.

But seeing that more than half of him was cut off by the samurai sword, his thighs with bones were already exposed, and he muttered, and the other Ming army directly stabbed the spear down fiercely. Filled in a new flower temporarily.

Although in the battle last night, these tribal warriors resisted extremely tenaciously, which was enough to be called forward, and even with the cold weapons used by most of Liu Zongmin's command, the weapons and equipment of these tribal warriors were still too poor in comparison. Within a short period of time, the expeditionary force surrounded on all sides slaughtered nearly [-] of them, and only a few thousand people fled in all directions through the snow-capped mountains in horror. The remaining [-] people had a complete mental breakdown. captive on the ground

The infantry cleaning the battlefield patrolled the battlefield, collecting the precious metals worn by some warriors, while at the other end, a large number of Ming soldiers happily drove the captives away.

Those tribal warriors who used to fight against cougars and coyotes under the blue sky and white clouds are now drooping their heads in despondency, their hands and necks tied up by the thick hemp ropes tied to military supplies by the army, and each of them is as docile as leading an animal. The Ming army was led out of the battlefield, and what awaited them was no longer forgiveness, but the tragic fate of being imprisoned as slaves on farms, or sold to the Yukon Governor's Mansion in the north, and becoming slaves in mines.

The Ninth Corps had already done their duty, listening to the roaring battle last night, they did not rejoin the battle, they just rested and licked their wounds.

It wasn't until dawn, when the army at the foot of the mountain began to gather, that he belatedly gave the order to sound the rallying horn, and led the army down the hillside fortress of Wounded Knee Valley, which had been stationed and guarded for more than ten days.

After all, the first army alone resisted [-] enemies, and the Ninth Corps also paid a heavy price. More than [-] people were killed and hundreds were seriously injured. , limping at the forefront of the army.

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

Just as the team was slowly advancing towards the flat Snake River, some confusion suddenly occurred in another Ming army that was gathering prisoners. The female warriors who made up the feather crown suddenly rushed out of the crowd, and hugged his boots in horror amidst the guards around him clattering and drawing their knives.

"help me"

Mao Xingjian couldn't help but turned his head and looked down at the familiar and stuttering Chinese.The woman seemed to have a face profile similar to that of Chilu. Under her eyes full of fear, two lines of battle patterns in brown color were drawn obliquely there. After a moment of trance, Mao Xingjian remembered that during the autumn harvest festival a few months ago, that woman in another place The girl who held his hand and danced around the fire was her!

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

Seeing this scene, the Ming army chasing out from the edge was obviously relieved, followed by two steps, and pressed the woman who was still trying to catch up and beg in the cold snow like holding down prey, and grabbed her hard. Her hands and feet were put together behind her back, and she was tied tightly with military hemp rope.

"help me"

Her hands and feet were tied and she was kneeling on the ground. Hearing the sound of the knife being drawn behind her, she was full of fear. The woman was still screaming in despair, but Mao Xingjian never looked back. In the middle, the severed black long-haired catkins were blown away by the mountain wind, and a stream of bright red blood was poured on this cold land. Watching the Ming army come back with the woman's head, he was blown away. The prisoners in custody trembled in obvious fear, and once again lowered their heads heavily, and were threaded up one by one by the Ming army with ropes.

Hearing that there was no more life behind him, Mao Xingjian finally couldn't help but paused and sighed heavily.

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

But it was only a sigh, taking away the red deer was the last time he was selfish and willful!

Although she had only known Chilu for half a year, the voice of the matriarch explained to him her responsibility and burden. She was able to fight for Apache until the last moment, and fight to the death with her lover. What reason is there not to fight for Daming?What reason is there to interfere with the prestige of those Ming soldiers because of his extravagant compassion?

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

Even though he was blind, Han Xiaomo was still miraculously the first to recognize him in the crowd. When Song Yongzhong turned his old face sourly and Zhang Fenggu grinned secretly, he suddenly came out of the army. Han Xiaomo, who ran out happily, hugged him in her arms, sobbing in fear, while the girl was still complaining endlessly.

"Who made you run around! When I go back to Daming, I must report to Sister Changping and Uncle Emperor, and let them punish you, and punish you severely!!!"

Not far ahead, Adelaine was still carrying her big bronze ax that represented military power in a handsome manner, looking at this place slowly, watching him look up, there was a warm and playful expression on the face of this foreign aunt. Smiling, Mao Xingjian shook his head with a helpless wry smile again, and immediately put his only movable left hand on Han Xiaomo's soft hair.

"Okay! I'll listen to you, go back and let them deal with me severely, okay!"

"Oh! What happened to your hand, how did it hang up?"

"It's okay! It's just a fall!"

Women really can't be coddled, it's rare that Mao Xingjian didn't poot her, but this girl even picked it up, pouted her mouth arrogantly, and Han Xiaomo groaned angrily.

"Let you get rid of me, your little aunt! Break it!"

But this girl's heart is still soft. After she vented a little, she reached out her hand to stroke it anxiously, and asked anxiously, "Where is it broken? Let me see!"

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

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

"A lot of people?"

In an instant, her little face turned red, her little hands grabbed Mao Xingjian's right hand in fear, and she shrank her head timidly: "Then let's go!"

"kindness!"

Being hugged by her, this time Mao Xingjian never looked back, leaving behind the battlefield full of corpses, he walked down the mountain without looking back.

The cold and cruel winter kills everything and cuts off vitality. However, at the end of the long winter, after a brutal winter of death, the warm spring finally returns.

And this year the Snake River Plain is particularly vibrant.

In fact, only two of Adelaina's expeditionary forces were transferred from the active Ming army, one was the Ninth Prince's Corps, and the other was the Third Advance Corps of the Xuzhou Legion she was currently leading. Most of the rest were Since Huguang incorporated the remnants of Dashun, they were neither willing to receive severance pay to return home, nor to accept the reorganization of the Ming army.

In the past dynasties, for such troops, I am afraid that the butcher's knife was held high and the matter was murdered, but Mao Jue gave them a third way to choose.Now it seems that they made the right choice!

The Sioux, the Apache, and the countless tribes that are densely distributed in the western region have completely disappeared in the mist of history in the cold winter. Those paddy and dry fields that the Sioux worked so hard to reclaim under the command of Mao Xingjian finally belonged to these In the hands of the soldiers of the expeditionary army of the Ming Dynasty.

The Chuang army started from northern Shaanxi and fought in the world for more than 20 years. The reason was that the crazy annexation of the landlords and gentry left them without a place to stand. They did not accept Mao Jue's reorganization, and it was also because they no longer trusted those soldiers who spoke loudly. Officials, here, the wish of the Xu uprising is finally fulfilled, there is fertile land assigned to them to cultivate, and there are no more greedy gentry to plunder, especially here, the relationship between the Ming government and them is not good It is no longer the relationship between the ruler and the ruled, but more similar to a joint relationship. As promised earlier, for every small town of 500 people, the imperial court canonize their leaders, and if they do not conflict with the " Under the premise of the Great Ming Law, they are allowed to be autonomous.

This relationship is very similar to the alliance states and the central government of the later American emperors.

From one aspect, Mao Xingjian's wish was fulfilled. The entire Snake River was transformed into a particularly lush and vigorous upgrade in the hands of these expeditionary soldiers. The neat fertile fields and irrigated fields appeared neatly like patches. On the banks of the Snake River, clumps of lush new shoots protrude from the brown-black soil.

But at this time, Mao Xingjian, who ruled the Snake River, was no longer the simple prince who grew up in the deep palace, was in the hands of a woman, and was surrounded by sour old scholars!He has the most valuable experience in achieving hegemony.

Domineering to the people! Domineering complements each other!

The Ninth Prince's Corps, which had been resting for two or three months, now hangs up the battle flag again, but this time, it is no longer limited to the long and narrow Snake River Plain. The Wounded Knee Valley of the corpses looked through the towering Rocky Mountains. This Ming army from the other side of the sea arrived at the endless Central Plains, which started from the Missouri River Basin and was the foundation for the survival of later generations of American emperors.

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

Next to the Mississippi River, there was a Mandan camp. The army directly surrounded a small tribe of three to four thousand people. With one arm hanging, Mao Xingjian kicked his horse to the gate of the village in a domineering manner. Yuyu roared majestically at the stockade.

"Gu is the prince of Ming Dynasty! The Tianwutu on the other side of the Rocky Mountain is also! By the order of my father, the emperor! Carry out enlightenment in this wild place like you! If you open the gate of the village and accept the rule of Ming! Daming can protect you The water and the land are safe, if you dare to resist the heavenly army! Both jade and stone will be destroyed!"

Last year's great war had already spread far along the Rocky Mountains, but the Indians were still so stubborn. Standing in front of the simple gate of the stockade, the chief of the clan with the feathers on his head like sunflowers yelled and cursed, Then he slammed the gate of the village again, Mao Xingjian was so angry that the corners of his mouth twitched wildly, the veins on his forehead were pinched, and he flicked the horsewhip hard.