Beiyang new warlord

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First, in the fodder warehouse not far from the cattle pen, Shangguan Meng led a few sailors, and with a big hammer hehehehe nailed four wooden pegs on the ground. The nose rope of the American bison brought the cattle in.

Although I still have a bit of a temper now, I am used to being led by the nose anyway. This huge animal weighing more than 500 kilograms and with long fat hair snorted, shook its head and tail, and was dragged into the warehouse. Immediately afterwards, Jin Lao Liu took a thick rope and tied the ox's hooves to the sides of the four wooden pegs.

Geng Geng neck hugged the cow's neck and leaned up, so that the cow couldn't use its strength, and then! Rolling up his sleeves, Han Xiaomo was actually holding a small knife, with an air of exclusive domain on his face, and shrunk down to the cow's belly under.

As Mao Xingjian watched, the hair on the back of the neck was straight, and the prairie wild girl turned out the meat bag under the cow's body familiarly, and cut a hole in the bag with two clicks of the knife.Under the severe pain, the huge bull shook its head and screamed fiercely. The roar of Namu Mou made the trembling shed buzz.

But she was used to taking care of livestock, so Han Xiaomo didn't even lift her head. Her little hands were twitching for some reason. With two puffs, two hot pink balls were squeezed out one after another, and were thrown into the place by her tender little hands. bowl.

From the male god among the bulls to the head of the court among the bulls in an instant, the bull almost doubted its bullishness, and now it is completely honest! It is not arrogant, nor is it snorting! Mou Mou screamed and drooped his brain , the sharp horns trembling and supercharged to the ground.

This trick is not only extremely lethal to cattle, but also to people. After untiing the noose that bound the hooves of the cattle, Geng Geng's neck was a little weak and his calf was weak, leading the dead North American cattle to the outside, and came out with a bowl. After washing the bloody water from her hands in the bucket, Han Xiaomo stood at the door cutely holding her little feet and shouting crisply.

"Next!"

Originally, the little girl was a pistachio in Baoshihai Town, but this time, Han Xiaomo's sweet voice was covered with a dark and intimidating effect. Looking at the gleaming knife in her hand, Shangguan slammed the 1.8-meter-long man She also shivered tremblingly, clamped her crotch with her two thighs, and ran towards the cowshed like a motherfucker.

A moment later, the second victim, unaware of the tragedy he was about to encounter, held his head high and snorted loudly, and was led into the cowshed. ring.

However, the busy crowd focused all their attention on the gelding, and no one noticed that they brought back another object this time, wake up!

Sitting up from the soft bed, he glanced bewilderedly at the mummy-like bandages on his body. In the next second, like a swift leopard, he quickly rolled over and got out of bed, and shrank under the table, vigilantly Looking around.

The cavalry of the expedition team in the point barracks either went out to patrol or stood guard. There was no one upstairs. Looking around, the Sioux man fell out of the window like the black panther.

No wonder Han Xiaomo is so keen on gelding cows. After finishing three or four cows, she set up a small grill on the end. The cut off eggs quickly tore off the veins, and used wine to remove the fishy smell. She just operated on the cows Cut into slices with a few clicks of a knife, sprinkle some cumin and sesame seeds, and then roast.

As soon as the first few slices were baked, she excitedly held up the plate in front of Mao Xingjian, holding it up like a treasure: "Nephew, try it quickly, this is a must in the prairie! It's delicious!"

"Forehead"

The corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching, these cows were still screaming in the shed, and their balls were already cooked and placed in front of him, smelling that smell, Mao Xingjian couldn't help clamping his crotch He pinched it, and aimed his eyes towards Donggong Meng, a courtier of the East Palace, like asking for help.

It's a pity that his prestige is still too low, and the latter has no consciousness of humiliating his ministers at all. The moment the bearded man met his eyes, he immediately thumped his chest: "Your Highness, Miss Han has a heart, you just want to give it a try!" Try it!"

"Forehead"

Not everyone can eat this beef kidney, once again, looking at the crispy and oily eggs in front of him, the corners of Mao Xingjian's mouth twitched even more violently.

Fortunately, at this time, the terrier who went to pull the bull came back with this new victim. The unlucky bull who was about to be gelded was still curiously sniffing at the smell of the stove, not knowing that the next moment, his own eggs would also die. Will be the next stovetop.

"Han, Miss Han, the cow is here!"

"Tie it up, I'm coming!"

Grab a few roasted small kidney slices with her small hands and stuff them into her mouth, mouth full of oil, Han Xiaomo ran back with a knife in high spirits, she just turned around, Mao Xingjian immediately left the prince's demeanor and pushed the cow The egg plate was in front of Dongfang Meng, but his face turned green immediately, and Dongfang Meng pushed the plate back with a look of caring for the prince.

Chinese martial arts are extensive and profound. Just look at a plate. You come and go in front of the two of them, pushing back and forth like Tai Chi. A huge yin-yang fish exuding a majestic aura clearly emerges on the table. Bravery, like the meeting of dragon and tiger, Ren Du Quantong, seeing that the peerless magic skill is about to be practiced, a slap suddenly stretched into the plate, in the astonished expressions of the prince and the sailor commander, just came back from patrol, and a few people Song Yongzhong, who was acquainted with each other, asked curiously while chewing and chewing with his mouth full of oil.

"Spicy barbecue, my lord, is this the latest cooking method in the Central Plains?"

"Yeah, you eat, you eat!"

"Song Qing, try it!"

Nodding in unison, the prince and the sailor commander pushed the roasted beef kidney to Song Yongzhong together. This neat movement stunned the heroic cavalry captain.

At this time, a slit was pulled out of the thick snow, and a pair of fierce and vigilant eyes were exposed. Suddenly, the scream of the cow suddenly attracted his attention. He picked his eyes, and the next second, fear immediately surfaced. On the face of this Indian man, in his pupils, the sacred bison of the Sioux tribe is tied to a pole, and a "magnificent and coquettish" female "wizard" is chopping the cow's eggs alive with a knife. In a second, holding two huge eggs, he ran over to the oven with great interest, and several people were feasting on them. Under the education of witchcraft, this man couldn't help shivering.

When he shook, a piece of the flimsy snow fell off, and for a moment, Song Yongzhong turned his head fiercely and vigilantly and shouted: "Who!!!"

Almost paralyzed from fright, clutching his crotch, this young Sioux man turned around and ran away!

However, he is also very imaginative, and underestimated the Chinese people's ability to build and build indiscriminately. He just took a big stride, and in the middle of the avenue, a triangular-shaped house suddenly appeared there. There was a close contact between the head and the unpolished wood, and the Sioux man lay down foaming at the mouth again...

Chapter 772. Goal of the Prince

The strong light shone on his face, and he was confused for a long time. The Su man finally opened his eyes again, but at the first sight, he recognized Han Xiaomo. The witch who cast the curse just now was still wearing a shirt in the cold weather. There are too few crazy women in short skirts and leggings. Seeing this girl's warm smile, the Sioux man covered his crotch with a groan, and shrank to the corner of the wall.

That expression is like that of a little girl who is about to be rounded by a dozen big men.

"The card is counted! The card is stuck!!!"

Listening to the howling of wolves, Han Xiaomo rubbed her upturned little nose depressedly, Mao Xingjian also frowned, and finally his eyes fell on Song Yongzhong, who was still stained with oil stars and chili noodles on his beard, and then simply shrugged shrug.

"Prince, don't look at the last general, the last general doesn't understand!"

Then you bring it back to ask a woolen question?Mao Xingjian frowned in distaste, and immediately beckoned again. On the other end, Nangong Bingwen, the manager, brought a bowl of porridge, and when he received it, Mao Xingjian stretched out his hand and passed it forward.

"Eat! Do you understand? Eat!"

Unfortunately, this is also a 1.8-meter man. Just like the little girl who saw the caterpillar, she just stared at Han Xiaomo, yelled endlessly in fear, and yelled several times. Mao Xingjian finally realized it and turned around. He slapped Han Xiaomo again.

"Reporter Han, let's go gelding!"

"Why? This is the Tu nationality in the New World! If you interview him well, maybe your aunt and my article will also be on the front page!"

The prince is not a warm man. Hearing her unconvinced muttering, Mao Xingjian immediately opened his eyes. Under the silent oppression of his eyes, the prairie wild girl hugged her head sadly: "I'm afraid of you!"

But as she went downstairs angrily, the girl hummed sourly: "A barbarian who doesn't know what a beautiful woman is!"

This is really not to blame the men of the Sioux tribe. How can there be a beautiful woman with a knife to cut the balls of a half-ton behemoth?The female man is about the same.Seeing Han "Witcher" leave, the Su man really felt a lot more relaxed, heaved a sigh of relief from the bottom of his heart.

"eat!"

Picking up the bowl, he took a sip of the porridge, and Mao Xingjian passed the bowl over again. This time, he hesitated when he saw the "great warrior" who waved away the "great wizard of the tribe". The man finally took a sip hesitantly, but his eyes lit up immediately, and he poured it down with a bowl in his hand.

"Hmph, rice porridge! This barbarian knows what to do!"

He had only had food and clothing for a few days, and he didn't know when he would have to run out of food. Song Yongzhong hugged his arms and snorted resentfully, and then he clasped his fists at Mao Xingjian with a solemn expression: "Prince, this man, what are you doing?" How are you going to deal with it?"

"God has the virtue of good life, let him heal his wounds, and make a living under his command."

"Prince Prince!"

Listening to Mao Xingjian's casual answer, Song Yongzhong clasped his fists again and lowered his head heavily: "Let me tell you the truth! The mission of the Corps Expeditionary Team is not only to explore the New World, but even more important than exploring the New World is to guard against the natives! Intelligence, prevent invasion, and prepare for the empire to send troops at any time!"

"My lord! These guys are not good scumbags! Several of my colleagues have died at the hands of these natives. You can understand them as Mongolian Tartars who don't ride horses! No, these guys are more bloodthirsty than Tartars, Crazier!"

Are Indians weak?

Indeed, hundreds of Spanish soldiers conquered the cruel Inca Empire, which was known as brave and good at fighting, and the Maya in the south was beaten to the point of crying. Their culture, race, and religion are no simpler than those of the Old World, and these Indians in North America and their relatives in South America are not of the same species!They are more primitive and more savage and ignorant, both of which can be directly transformed into combat effectiveness!

After the demise of the Inca Empire, Spain did not fail to go north, but in 40, on the land of Florida, the Spanish expeditionary force facing the Apache suffered a devastating defeat. The leader of the expeditionary force, Naihuasi, died in battle. During the years, the strongholds established by the Spaniards along the coast of Mexico were repeatedly raided by these North American Indians, causing heavy casualties.

In 80.00, the Indians flattened [-]% of the settlements in the Virginia colony, and more than half of the British immigrants were killed. It was slaughtered again. Although this time it was not as serious as the last time, one-third of the British immigrants were killed. These were all extracted from the records of the East India Company.