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Cruelty, primitiveness, and that unique charm, with the blood displayed in Mao Xingjian's dull eyes, both sides are the best hunters, and they will also show their ability to fight against the best in nature.

Like a galloping lion, he suddenly threw his javelin forward, followed by the javelin, holding a sharp flint dagger in his hand, a mountain lion tribe warrior roared and plunged into the crowd, his opponent had just pushed the javelin away with his spear, He had already been thrown to the ground viciously, the sharp short knife cut fiercely on the man's neck, and blood gushed out like a spring.

Don't underestimate ground squirrels, they are far more successful than pumas in North America!Spears smashed all over the sky, making the other members of the mountain lion tribe overwhelmed. At this moment, Chi Lengzi's spear suddenly pierced from below, and the sound of steel piercing through the flesh was heard by several mountain lion tribes in succession. The member fell to the ground, spitting blood.

At this time, the red deer is even more dangerous. The tooth mouse can become the great chief, but he did not pretend to be a ghost like Mao Xingjian. With the sharp and heavy Damascus machete, he is not a gopher, but like a North American brown bear. However, the red deer is obviously a speed type, she can only dodge by jumping back and forth, and only then can she fight back.

Seeing now, Mao Xingjian was already dripping with cold sweat, and he gritted his teeth. He untied Su Yu from his body and carried a food bag with him. No one noticed, he took a step forward and walked into the circle.

Bears not only have strength, but also speed!The Tooth Mouse is a seasoned hunter. Once again, the red deer's spear stabbed from the side. With a clang of weapons clashing, the red deer retreated to the right again. He stepped over it first, his body spun around, and with the force of the twirl, he slashed out the heavy knife fiercely.

There was no way to retreat, the red deer could only grit his teeth and move the short spear across, hard to catch the knife, in the bang sound, the huge force shook her hands numb, but before she could slow down, the relentless teeth The mouse turned its body around again, struck the second blow with a buzzing sound, and landed on the handle of the red deer gun again.

With a buzzing sound, sawdust splashed, and a deep mark appeared on the handle of the gun.

There was no way to retreat, followed by the third and fourth cuts. Under the tremendous force, the wound on Chilu's back shoulder, which had not healed, burst open, and traces of blood came out. While holding the short spear, the tooth mouse's fifth knife slashed down fiercely.

Amid the cracking sound, the hard wood from Iberia couldn't withstand the thunderous blow of the Middle East's cold iron. With the clicking sound, it broke suddenly. In the horrified eyes of the red deer, the tooth mouse was full of pride, and the sixth Second high raised the scimitar.

Without avoiding it, Chilu turned her head involuntarily, and in her pupils was the muzzle of the trumpet musket that Mao Xingjian raised at some point.

bang~

Fortunately, the red deer is smaller, and at the same time, she is already kneeling on the ground. The nearest iron shotgun grazed her hair, and got into the burly body of the tooth mouse. To be honest, this kind of military shotgun is not powerful. Big, loud noise is more effective in scaring off the beast. Eight small shotguns are not enough to kill the tooth rat, but it is enough to make him stagger back.

Withdrew a few steps, as if feeling more deceived, the chief raised the knife again and let out a heart-piercing roar, but at this moment, it was enough for Mao Xingjian to rush to Chilu's side, and in the next second, The belle patriarch jumped out like a raging cougar.

Hiss~ The sharp blade cut across the red deer's right rib, and blood gushed out.

Pfft~ After taking it from Mao Xingjian, the same sharp Damascus short blade cut off half of his neck.

With a clanging sound, the scimitar fell to the ground with a bang, clutching the blood gushing from the spring, eyes protruding like toads, staggering forward a few times, thumping, the burly old Indian hunter finally slammed on the ground like a brown bear. on the ground.

The entire holy place was silent.

After a while, the remaining ground squirrel hunters held up bloody spears, ignored them, howled like a lunatic, and rushed towards Mao Xingjian and the red deer. Subconsciously, the matriarch blocked the prince behind him, but it was precisely In this position, Mao Xingjian put his arms around her chest, and flicked on the lighter that he had just given. The next second, he was facing the swarm of ground squirrel hunters with the face bag he took off, and the hole he had just opened with the dagger. Own.

Call ~

In the unbelievable eyes of all the Apaches, a fire dragon rushed towards the eyes with its teeth and claws, like a beast afraid of fire, a dozen ground squirrel hunters screamed and rolled back, waiting for them to be shocked When they climbed up, several mountain lion tribe hunters were already pointing their spears at their necks.

The mighty Apache Chief, died just like that!

This result made the whole tribe dead silent. After more than half a minute, a member of the ground squirrel tribe who was sitting on the ground pointed at Mao Xingjian who was still hugging the red deer and roared. Immediately afterwards, the whole tribe also roared chaotically. roared.

The chaotic voices finally woke up the unbelievable Chilu, who broke free from Mao Xingjian's arm, turned his head to look at the noisy and confused prince, and then at the noisy Apache chiefs, and suddenly bit him hard. Gritting her teeth, regardless of the pain of several wounds on her body, she raised her arms high, raised the lighter with her right hand, and shouted in Apache language again.

Once again, the surrounding Apaches fell silent. Seeing Mao Xingjian's unclear eyes, including the ground squirrel tribe, they finally knelt down and raised their hands reverently.

Seeing the bloody but crazily screaming Chilu, Su Yu's pupils couldn't help revealing a hint of worry and gloom. His gaze finally fell gloomyly on Han Xiaomo who was looking at him foolishly from behind...

Chapter 8. Affiliated Tribe of the Prince

Amid the bloodshed, the rights of a tribe were handed over.

A small part of Mao Xingjian’s wish came true. More than 2 people from the Apache Department moved back from the mountains on the edge of the Grand Canyon with their families. Gao Po, where the flood could not reach, set up camp.

Of course, the conditions promised by the crown prince have also been fulfilled. On the wooden pontoon bridge last time, cattle herds carrying goods came across the river continuously, not only food, but also all kinds of tools from the Old World. , even though they were unwilling, the carpenters from Snake City were dispatched, and under their command, the sound of ding ding gong gong rang.

It was the North American bison who suffered the most. When a few Apache fighters drove them away in amazement, the half-ton big guy wheezed and snorted heavily, and pulled the big log dragged back from the distant mountains and forests. Just learned to use a saw blade, several members of the ground squirrel tribe played with the big saw in novelty, and the creaking wood groaned, and the heavy beams and columns were also buried in the foundation.

The only thing that makes Mao Xingjian a little uncomfortable is that the Apaches don't appreciate his chessboard-like city layout, and the houses built are all slanted to form a curved street.

However, this is a historical moment for the Apache tribe. For the first time, many tribes and clans live together in such close proximity.

The feather crest on her head has become much thicker, shaking her head, the new chief, Chilu, is like a real mountain deer leader, proudly patrolling her territory with her little hands behind her back, as for Mao Xingjian, he never left at all , followed her step by step.

These days, he found a lot of new and good things in the Apache department. For example, in front of him, at the door of a semi-finished wooden door with a deer skull hanging, a shiny thing dazzles the sunlight. Bu trotted over, reached out to take it off, but it turned out to be a weird mask made of pure gold, shining brightly.

"This! Years! Wars! Aztecs! Trophy!"

The blunt Chinese sounded behind him. The Chinese is all-encompassing. Almost every word in Apache can be translated in Chinese. Can use a lot of Chinese vocabulary, can communicate easily.

"Like it? Prey for.... I, you, give it to me!"

Amidst her stuttering voice, Mao Xingjian hung the thing back up, and immediately shook his head heavily at her, speaking to his sternness.

"This thing is very valuable. It can be exchanged for a hundred baskets of grain. I will order it later. If traders from Snake City want to exchange or exchange such golden or silver things, they will definitely not give them!"

"You, Snakes? Chief? Is that so?"

The expression on his face was a bit ironic, and a little incomprehensible, Chi Lu asked curiously again, and Mao Xingjian spoke sternly again.

"It is because I am the chief of Snake City that I can't let my subordinates take advantage of it. The sage said: Don't worry about injustice! If you let them easily deceive all the valuable treasures of Apache, Snake City will always Wealthy, the Apaches are always poor, and over time, the disaffected Apaches will still go to war with Snake City out of anger."

"Regardless of the Snake City or the Apache Department, after farming, they will pay taxes to me, so Gu Ye has to do his best to maintain a balance and let the Apache Department also become rich, so that there will be no enmity and long-term peace and stability!"

When he said this, Mao Xingjian’s pupils were full of longing. The simple Indians in the primitive commune were just like the Datong world in the Confucian way. His values ​​were taught by his teacher since he was a child, and his ideas were gradually implemented here. , and even often, Mao Xingjian had already put aside the matter of returning to Daming to inherit the throne. He felt that he was suitable for this land, and he should stay in this land and let the theories of the sages and sages take root here. .

However, Chi Lu didn't understand anything about what he said, but even so, the female patriarch still looked at Mao Xingjian with sparkling eyes. This man from the Sioux tribe seemed to have magical powers, and every word he said seemed to be so Charming and involuntary, the matriarch also nodded heavily.

"Fox spirit!"

The two people on patrol didn't notice it at all. There was a sour murmur at the corner of the street. The frustrated reporter Han Da was holding a manuscript and writing a manuscript that didn't know how many chapters were broken. It was sprinkled on the notebook, and I didn't write many words, and the pen in my hand was almost bald.

"Seduce my eldest nephew! She's dressed flirtatiously, she doesn't look like a lady at all!"

Like a little follower, Su Yu sticks out her big nose, arguing cautiously there: "Well, my lord, the name of the Red Deer Patriarch means deer, not a fox!"

"Miss Ben is willing? Do you want to take care of me?"

The big ferocious eyes stared over suddenly, scaring Su Yu into a shrewdness, and helplessly became a crotch coverer, unable to understand the girl's mind at all, no wonder he is still a bachelor until now.

Following Chilu's words, while patrolling the crossing, suddenly turning his head, his eyes once again fell on the golden mask hanging on the wall, but Mao Xingjian's complexion suddenly darkened, and he gritted his teeth thoughtfully.

..........

Consolidating the victorious results obtained through hard work, I accompanied Chilu to build the Apache town on the south bank of the Snake River for a full month, and helped her convene the Apache Patriarchal Council, measured the land in detail, and will be near the river. The best paddy fields were distributed, and there was also a twenty-acre labor force for a mature man. When everything was on the right track, Mao Xingjian crossed the river again and returned to Snake City.

Compared with last year's large grassy beach, the winding north bank of the Snake River Plain has undergone a big change at this time. A sturdy trail made by cows and horses runs through six towns on the north bank. On both sides of the road, there are paddy fields near the river bank. The wheat in early August has entered the final sprint stage, and the heavy ears of rice have turned from green to yellow. They have learned to be humble like the ancient sages and sages, bending their waists and lowering their heads.

On the right bank of the path, the wheat and corn are also standing up straight, with huge corn cobs in their waists, and the leaves swaying in the wind seem to be showing off at any time. The main crop of the Sioux before was corn, and it is almost ready to harvest this year. Forty to fifty thousand shi, it is estimated that the brewed wine is enough to drown this group of drunkards, and the remaining distiller's grains are enough to add more than 2000 cattle to each town.

There is also wheat. Although the planting area is not as large as that of rice, it is easy to produce tens of thousands of stones of flour. After the autumn harvest this year, even if the Ming Dynasty has completely taken root in this new continent, the food produced is enough to be self-sufficient, and it will never grow again. It needs to be transported all the way from Daming with a galleon, and even if there are hundreds of thousands of immigrants, they will not starve to death!

It's all so rewarding!

But before Mao Xingjian was intoxicated together, when he arrived at the door of Shecheng's house, another person came to add to his troubles.