open sea

Chapter 1208
Lin Xiao scratched his head, with a dull face and slow movements, he inserted a feather into his hair scarf.

In the roar of the camp calling for revenge one after another, the transformation from the guerrilla general of the Oriental Army to Lautaro, the liberator of South Asia, was completed.

The mighty Mapuche cavalry, holding flags and spears, flocked to the port of Lier City. When passing by the tribe, the riders got off their horses and rushed into the house like a whirlwind to say goodbye to the girls. They sang ordinary songs and told the girls that they were about to set foot on the battlefield. , that song is not only to say goodbye to the girl and relatives, but also to embolden myself.

When he set off again, Lin Xiao, who was straddling his horse, opened his eyes around. As he followed the queue, he looked at everything around him blankly as the third generation of Lautaro. Those Mapuche soldiers who were so familiar to him in the past made him Feel very strange.

It's as if everyone has rehearsed all this, but he is still in the dark.

They are different.

Lautaro is tall, he is a little short; Lautaro is black, he is a little white; Lautaro has tattoos all over his face and a bone ring on his nose, he is clean... He knows he is not Lautaro, but everyone can see him After putting on the feathers for himself, his attitude towards him is completely different.

It was as if he really was Lautaro, not even the Lautaro he knew, but the real Lautaro who poured gold down the throats of Spanish colonialists.

The most terrible thing is - the matter is a foregone conclusion, and all he feels in his heart is fear.

This fear does not come from the cowardice of avoiding war. He knows what the name Lautaro means to the Mapuche people, and even to the aborigines in Peru, Chile, Colombia, and even the entire South Asia. This name has the power of being an example.

And role models?
Lin Xiao, whose status, power, knowledge, and experience have risen rapidly, even his own position is still being determined, and he is not sure whether he can set a good example.

At the trestle bridge in Lier City, Mapuche warriors boarded the warship one by one. At the end of the line, Lin Xiao looked up at the dragon flag fluttering on the top of the mast. When he looked towards the pier, Shao Tingda, surrounded by the guards, nodded at him. nodded.

Seeing him approaching, Shao Tingda waved his hand to screen the guard, sighed solemnly as he looked at him, and fumbled from his waist to hand out a Muye cigarette: "Don't ask anything, I don't know more than you , only Lautaro knows why he chose you."

Shao Tingda knew the doubts in the mind of the young guerrilla general. In fact, this doubt was also deeply rooted in his heart after he received the message from Panama.

Lautaro has many generals who are proficient in business. They may not be inferior to Lin Xiao. The most important thing is that Lin Xiao is not a Mapuche, or even a South Asian. The Ming Army deliberately created them on this land. The natives have the same roots, but everyone is pretending. They know in their hearts that they are different from the natives.

Even the natives know this, but they are also deliberately anesthetizing themselves. They are used to having others riding on their heads. There is no choice but to follow suit.

Under normal circumstances, the indigenous people in the tribal form can't even accept the conquest and rule brought by the next-door tribe. Let them accept the rule of a larger empire?

Everyone is just struggling to maintain it, deliberately ignoring this problem, and leaving it to the next generation and the next generation to solve it.

"Anyway, you are Ming's guerrilla general, and he says you are Lautaro, then you are really guerrilla general Lautaro."

The letter only said that Lautaro was wounded by the artillery. Shao Tingda thought that his life would not be long. Even the most experienced military doctor would find it difficult to save people from the gun. He raised his hand and patted Lin Xiao on the shoulder: "You know the The burden is heavy, and it will cost a lot to break free from the shackles."

When he said this sentence, Shao Tingda thought of many people who were left behind by him many years ago for no reason.

Among those people were Wu Duan, the leader of the rebel army who surrendered to Yu Dayou by the Xinjiang River, Li Yayuan, who lived tens of miles away from the Jiebingzhai, and an extremely desolate follower whose head was beheaded by his own hands and laughed wildly before execution. , Shao Bianjiao's father.

At that time, Shao Tingda wanted to find the meaning of killing.

The past is vivid in his memory, and today he understands how soldiers defend their homes and the country, and understands how violent groups execute countries to compete for power, but he still doesn't know the meaning of killing and the meaning of self-existence.

But he no longer wants to know, this is his fate.

When I was young, I always thought that I could grasp my destiny, but after thinking about it, what if I grasped my destiny?A person with shallow knowledge and ordinary talents like him, even if he seizes his fate, he doesn't know where to go.

It's better to follow fate, and fate doesn't allow him to come here in vain.

Now fate has found Lin Xiao, right in front of his eyes.

Lin Xiao asked: "General, what arrangement does the Marshal have for me?"

Shao Tingda shook his head, "Lautaro proposed to Deng Shuai that you be Lautaro, and Deng Shuai reported to the commander, and the commander agreed, saying...the people love Lautaro, and you must be worthy of this love."

Speaking of this, Shao Tingda laughed suddenly, and his tone became more relaxed: "Lautaro has good eyesight, our Ming Dynasty officers and soldiers have suffered enough, the weather in Majiagang and Tierra del Fuego is freezing, both in Chile, you follow Lin Shuai suffered all kinds of hardships in defending against Xiyi in Linlai Island, those small scenes in Colombia couldn’t kill you, Lautaro must have known about this, so he chose you to be the new Lautaro.”

"No matter what, now Lautaro's wish is your wish, and Lautaro's mission is also your mission. It doesn't matter what he wants to do. You will inherit this ambition and fight for more people."

"Shao, in the Lautaro camp, is for you. There are not many local Mapuche people who can fight. When you go to Colombia, you can send young good seedlings through Panama, and the sick ones will help you practice. Let you have no worries."

For Shao Tingda, Lautaro may not be so good in strategy, at least the battle that injured him is not so wise. Since he does not have the ability to storm the big city, he should spend more time besieging it and let them starve to death. After all, they were dealing with the regular army of the Western Kingdom.

But this person has a long-term vision. Lautaro is a sensitive name. It means the hero of the aborigines, and it is the only hero. Now this name belongs to a middle-ranking officer of the Ming Dynasty.

This means that what he wants to pursue will not be accomplished by him, nor by his clansmen. This honor will belong to Daming.

But there is no doubt that what he wants to do will succeed.

Lin Xiao survived all battles, and the Spaniards will be expelled from Asia by him with Lautaro's name.

If Lin Xiao died, the Spaniards would not be able to gain a foothold on this land.

The process is not important, the result is the same.

Lautaro will get his wish.

　Good morning!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)