Kill his close friend and then use his corpse to beg for food in his tribe. This is what the prince, who has been through more than ten years of Confucian education and calls himself a clean sage, can he do it?

The answer is yes!

There are thousands of books, no matter how many subtle words and meanings are in front of the Shura scene where the sword is red and blood is everywhere, they are pale. They have experienced one failure and tasted how uncomfortable it is to taste the pain of failure. Mao Xingjian definitely doesn’t want to do the second time!

In the next ten days, the food will be out of stock and the person will starve to death. No matter what kind of etiquette, righteousness, integrity, shame and sorrow, the meaning of the poem is not so good-for-nothing. Therefore, it is so unscrupulous to deal with the corpse fisherman in the Yangtze River. He has a thick-skinned and dark heart, and he has to do it.

It also happened that the Lak tribe was the closest to Snake City. He set out early the next morning, and at noon Mao Xingjian's army arrived at the Lakta tribe's village.

This place looks like Snake City. The village wall made of a whole piece of wood outside is a two-story building built under the guidance of the Chen family carpenter in Snake City. Facing the sudden small 10,000 people, the Lakta, which has a population of only more than 3,000, was obviously facing a great enemy. Men and women rushed to the village with bows and arrows, guns and steel forks.

To be honest, looking at the iron weapon that was shining with cold light, Mao Xingjian felt a slap in the face and slapped him hard. He really wanted to fire a shot directly at the command and wipe the village that was ashamed to him from the map. However, in order to preserve the food of the six ministries and for the overall situation, Mao Xingjian still endured the impulse and inserted the bunch of eagle feathers on his head again, and put a big red deer cloak that had faded in the cold wind. He pushed the guard away, walked forward with a meteor, and shouted at the village.

"Two pots of boiling water captains! Is this how the Su Ren treats his great chief?"

Fortunately, for the sake of convenience, he also learned some local language. As he shouted, two pots of boiling water with wrinkles on his face were exposed with sounds like an old orange peel. He was worried but also yelling angrily at the village.

"Captain Mao, you have rebelled against the Heavenly Witch and were ruled as a blasphemous foreigner, and are no longer the chief of the Su people! The Su people's tribes are not obliged to open the door for you. If you want to take revenge, then come!"

Without arguing with him, Mao Xingjian waved his hand directly. After all, he was his friend and the most proud work. Even if he was killed by him, Su Yu's funeral was still respected. The two of them carried him on a stretcher. He was covered with a military coat. Looking at his son's cold body, even if he was as indifferent as two pots of boiling water, he couldn't help but tremble.

"Two pots of water leader Su Yu is my brother of the Blood Alliance. He betrayed me, so I killed him! But according to the rules of the clan, even if a foreigner transports the corpses back to the ancestral land, the tribe should open the door for him! What am I talking about and not?"

What kind of rules is this? Kill your son and transport the body back, and I still have to worry about food and accommodation. It would be great if you don’t beat you to death! However, it’s because of the ideology that is completely different. In the Indian rules, if one person saves another, then this person is his Blood Alliance brother. If he doesn’t repay this life-saving grace, he will not be able to belong to his tribe. Just like Su Yu turned against Mao Xingjian, it is extremely shameful among the Indians. He gave up his reputation and status, and chose to save his tribe in the catastrophe.

So Mao Xingjian killed him, and even two pots of boiling water could not make any reason to seek revenge from him.

However, the death of the people and the revenge of the enemy is extremely difficult to preserve corpses in this era. It is indeed a great favor to transport the corpses of their tribes back to their tribes. If they refuse to repay the corpse-drivers, then the entire tribe will lose their loyalty among the Indians and will also be despised by Changshengtian.

But this time the situation was too special. One person was sent, but eight thousand people came. Moreover, Mao Xingjian is now an outsider. It is hard to say whether he can take into account the rules of the Indians. Maybe he just led the wolf into the house and gave him a massacre! He stood at the entrance of the village for a long time, but in the end, traditional customs still gained the upper hand. Taking into account the reputation of the tribe, two pots of boiling water still waved helplessly.

"Open the door!"

With a cheer, carrying a spear and pushing cannons, the vast Ninth Corps swarmed into the Lakta village.

.........

The Indians are a very contradictory nation. On the one hand, they are bloodthirsty and warlike, cruel and barbaric. On the other hand, they are also hospitality. When guests come to the house, they will take out the best food in their homes to entertain. This is not a fabrication. In history, Americans celebrate Thanksgiving for the first time to thank the Indians who helped the Mayflower immigrants. Unfortunately, the conflict between the two tribes still broke out irresistibly and ended with blood and the complete failure of the Indians.

After entering Lakta Village, the Ninth Corps was considered a waste of food. Last year, the Lakta headquarters cultivated more than 50,000 acres of water and dry land. After paying taxes on Mao Xingjian, more than 80,000 stones remained, which was enough to support tens of thousands of people.

If an ordinary Indian was a man, after enjoying a few days of entertainment, he would say goodbye and return to his tribe. But are Mao Xingjian and his subordinates ordinary Indians? After entering the village, Mao Xingjian simply moved the base camp here, and the corps directly surrounded the village and set up a tent. Every day, when the meal started, he would swagger into the Su people's house for food and drink. The door had already opened, and two pots of boiling water could do nothing about it.

However, Mao Xingjian did not return to this land to eat for nothing. He wanted to take revenge, he wanted to conquer the fertile plain again and gain a foothold. A series of actions were also actively carried out by him, first of all, trade!

It seems that this time, only an army came, and there were quite a few things that could be traded with these Indians. The first thing to do was smoke and wine. Mao Jue's troops were all from Liaodong, and they were still conquered in such cold weather areas. Like later Russian troops, wine became a necessity for refreshing the mind and avoiding the cold in the army.

There are also cigarettes. The soldiers left their hometowns and did high-risk work, so cigarettes have become an important prop to relieve nerves. This time, there was no discussion, and I was not afraid of them running away anyway. Despite the opposition of a group of veteran soldiers, Mao Xingjian used these special military supplies to exchange for 10,000 stones of food, and then sent a regiment to escort them to Baoshihai Town.

At this time, more than twenty days have passed since Adrena's plan to go south and head straight to Mexico City. It is estimated that it will take one month to arrive at Gem Sea Town. Moreover, even if Adrena did not leave, Mao Xingjian was not sure whether this little food could arouse the interest of his aunt, the name of the dark hand of the empire. However, there was no certainty that the success, the king and the defeat of the enemy had to bet on everything!

Unlike the last time when he treated the entire Indian tribe equally, Mao Xingjian completely transformed into a conspirator. He studied his neighbors every day and studied their weaknesses. His hard work paid off. On the seventh day when the Ninth Corps was staying in the Lakta headquarters, some subtle changes in the situation on the Snake River Plain finally caught Mao Xingjian's eyes.

Early in the morning, more than a dozen Sue riders riding the tamed American bison suddenly rushed from the east to Lakta Town. The Ming army canvas tents built around the town obviously scared them and hesitated at the door for a while. Until the Lakta people in the village came out to greet them, they followed them into the village.

Although it has been changed to a large wooden house, according to tradition, the clan-grown temple still wraps the roof in cowhide. However, at this time, Mao Xingjian was not qualified to be invited to discuss matters inside. When he got the news, he could only follow the street corner outside to look around.

"Blood wolf, lake fish, dragon and snake, from Paiute and Ograla, the famous warriors of several tribes have arrived. Is there something big happening?"

Watching these warriors riding cows enter the clan leader's temple, Mao Xingjian couldn't help but talk to himself curiously, and at the same time his heart beat violently. He had a premonition that perhaps this was an opportunity he was waiting for.

He was not in a hurry, so he squatted under the eaves of a house and stared at it, watching the second-hand smoke coming out of the chief's house counting beats. About twenty minutes later, these people came out again. Looking at Mao Xingjian sitting under the eaves, the two pots of boiling water obviously showed a look of awkwardness. But after hesitation, he left Mao Xingjian and took a stick made of cow leg bones and smashed heavily on the cowhide drum at the entrance of the clan leader's temple.

In the dull voice, these primitive Indians were much more mobilized than the Ming Dynasty. More than 3,000 residents in the village almost put down their work and gathered together. Standing on the platform, two pots of boiling water screamed for only a few words, and these people scattered one after another. Women, the elderly, took their children slowly back home, while those young and middle-aged men, some of the female soldiers hurried back, wore feather crowns on their heads, took their best weapons, and followed the two pots of boiling water and ran out of the village.

"Crown Prince, what are these barbarians going out to do?"

Originally, there was a bite of Beijing flavor, but within two days, the Northeast big scoundrel of the silk glasses was revealed, and he asked vaguely.

"Go to fight!"

Breathing the cold air and quickly analyzing the possibility in his brain, Mao Xingjian replied absent-mindedly, but the next sentence of this false sage almost made him jump up.

"Then the relationship is good. Let's take advantage of these barbarians' brains to make them dog-like brains. We just happened to have all the barbarians' hometowns. Wouldn't we have food?"

Mao Xingjian's heart was thumping, and the emperor said: Repay the grudge with righteousness! Anyway, these Su people betrayed him, so they turned against each other. Two-faced and three-killing are no longer a psychological barrier for Mao Xingjian. If you take this opportunity to take back all the food stored by the Su tribe and pull Adrena's army to the Snake River Plain, no matter what Apache, Cheyenne, and Xiaoxiao Ni are all scumbags!

This is indeed a great opportunity!

But after walking with a few steps behind his back, Mao Xingjian shook his head with difficulty again, and barely put this impulse back into his mind.

Even if he attacked, he could win four tribes in the end of time and could not maximize his interests. Moreover, if he stabbed the Sioux in the back at this time and the Sioux collapsed, he would still have to face the invaders who went north to fight the Sioux. With his Ninth Corps, although he would not be as slain as Snake City, it would be not certain how much food might be held.

And when he thought of food, he thought of another possibility!

Turning his head, Mao Xingjian turned his head and roared excitedly.
Chapter completed!