The Mohawk Legion hurried in silence. The marching of thousands of Indians in four teams was spectacular. The long-grinding tendon flesh was pierced with bone ornaments, which complemented the cockscomb head.

The chief of flint was led by the subordinates to slowly knock on his flint daggers as he marched. There were many such flints in the Mohawk Valley. They mined and used them as weapons. The spearhead-like daggers were extremely sharp, but they were a little crisper than iron tools. They were as good as bronze to stab and not chop.

He was almost unable to keep up with the team and had to use this sound of light tapping to divert his attention.

This was not because of his poor physical strength. The entire legion tried to compete with the Mongols ahead during the long march. Their results were self-evident with no experience in long-distance marching.

For the Indians who were accustomed to long-distance hunting, the Great Firshi family performed well. In five days, they were taken by Hulan for 300 miles, mountainous and woodlands, and even the Beiyang Banners who were traveling with them could not bear it, let alone the Mohawk soldiers of the Great Firshi family walked even further than them.

The Mohawks had no military food. They walked on the road and sent out food foraging teams during rest. Every time they ate, they would be pulled down a lot and then hurriedly chased them.

If the Mongols who were walking in the forefront were walking with their hearts, then the Beiyang Banner Army in the second echelon ran at a constant speed, while the Mohawk Army in the last speed was running at a variable speed - their physical energy was consumed more than others and their security measures were less than others.

There is no tangle, and there is not even a shoe suitable for long-distance raids. No matter how thick the calluses are, they are worn out by the grass. They are all pressed to the throat and have to keep up with the team, just to prove that the Mohawk Warriors are no worse than others.

But the more he walked, the more worried the Great Flint Chief was. He could feel that the fewer and fewer Mongolians holding horses in front of him and the very clean infantry and knight soldiers were getting worse and fewer during the march. However, those soldiers with similar hairstyles from the Jurchen tribe from the Jurchen tribe were always walking in front.

The key is that this is not the marching route they stipulated before the war, and it deviated, and even if it deviated, the Flint Chief could feel that they might have entered and penetrated the territory of the Hurons, but he didn't know why he did not encounter any Huron village on the way.

The less you encounter it, the more dangerous it is for the Flint Chiefs, because it means that they will be enemies' villages from all directions.

Could this sixth tribe of unknown origin be a traitor?

Hulan has its own plan.

The Flint Chief's sense of direction is correct. At this moment, their army of two thousand troops has penetrated into the territory of the Huron League and is about to reach the hinterland.

Even the Ottawas are only two days away.

They were in a hurry to go, and there were no traces of marching behind the palace. Hulan was almost certain that there must be people from the Huron Alliance chasing them a hundred miles away from their butt, but I don't know how many of them were.

In the coordination of infantry and cavalry, the marching speed is not much different. No one is faster than anyone else's footsteps. Everyone has to eat and sleep. Besides, except for the 10 or 20 miles of the edge of the lake, there are dense jungles everywhere, and war horses cannot run away.

But the Mongolians marched quickly, even if they walked quickly, because they ate quickly - these days they ate livestock robbed in the village of Huron, and each rider had more than a dozen kilograms of meat stuffed into his buttocks. Now the weather is still cold, and if it is warmer, it will be broken. Even so, the remaining meat will almost be broken.

The Indians were busy looking for food, making fire, and when cooking, Mongolian riders put half a pot of water on the fire, threw the slices of meat into the pot with a small knife and sprinkled salt and ate it. They didn't waste all the soup, so they started to rush on.

I had two meals a day, and there were raw meat tied under the saddle. I was so hungry that I could eat it even if I could eat it if I was hungry.

The Mohawks can make an hour and a half from the beginning to the end of their meal. In Hulan, three meals a day plus one pound can save time to sleep.

"Can you still follow?"

Dalizi's subordinates nodded happily, without horses or cars. They had long been used to long-distance travel, but they had never tried to travel like Hulan... No need to look for food, carry things with the pack beasts, and they had a lot of food to eat, and they walked faster than before ten days.

Hulan patted the horse's head beside him and sighed: "They can really leave."

Not to mention that the Mohawk Chief Da Flint felt that the Ming army was walking so fast and seemed to have no need to eat and sleep, Hulan even thought that the Mohawk Legion was really magical.

I had to sleep enough for so long after eating. I had to marching for less time. Others walked quickly. The Indians were running all the time, and they could still keep up with the team.

"Don't fight." Dalizi's expression showed an unscathing worry, and he was unwilling to speak too seriously with Hulan, saying, "There are villages and towns left and right behind, and I can't walk far ahead. The villages of the bears are villages by the river. We will enter their traditional hunting grounds when we move forward. It's still time to retreat."

Although the son-in-law's army looked very powerful, Dalizi had never seen them fight with others. He only knew that during their training, the rider shot arrows on horseback and the horse was very accurate in chopping the knife.

But the battles of the indigenous people were not fought in this way. They were sometimes weak and sometimes strong.

For example, when the Hurons attacked Iroquo's tribe, it was difficult to assemble an army of 5,000 people. If they could organize three thousand people, it would be an expedition that could be written into the myth; conversely, Iroquo's is similar.

But once their traditional territory is invaded, as long as there is time, tens of thousands of tribal warriors who can use bows, spears, javelins and blow arrows can be easily gathered.

More importantly, Dalizi has been performing difficult operations in his heart. It is known that the total strength of the Iroquoi Expeditionary Force is 2,000, composed of three parts of the troops, the Mohawk 1,000 army, the Taomi army, and the Hulan army's seven hundred soldiers.

Many people in the Mohawks are now behind, and they were less than 800 yesterday.

The Taomi team has been eating shabu pork, but it has not fallen behind, but Dalizi doesn't think his soldiers can fight against a hundred.

In the eyes of Dalizi, the Hulan tribe could fight against a hundred people, but the son-in-law's soldiers were even more strange. As he walked, the people disappeared - he was always behind Hulan, and he knew very well that the people in Hulan didn't fall behind, but the people were gone. Moreover, the atmosphere of the remaining people in Hulan tribe was wrong, and he became more and more confident as he walked.

Fewer and fewer people are leading horses, but there is not much change in the walker. It is just that it makes people feel weird with joy.

It was as if they had eaten the disappearing people and gained their courage.

"Traditional hunting ground? I'm not in vain to divide my troops."
Chapter completed!