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Chapter 966 Hunting Ground
The Mohawk regiment buried their heads silently on their way, and the march of thousands of Indians in four divisions was very spectacular. The well-hardened sinews were pierced with bone ornaments, which contrasted beautifully with the cockscomb head.

The Flint Chief led his men to march, and there were stones slowly knocking on his flint daggers. There are many such flints in the Mohawk Valley. They mined and used them as weapons. The spear-like daggers are very sharp, but they are more brittle than iron. , like bronze, it is good for stabbing and bad for chopping.

He couldn't keep up with the team and had to use this light tap to distract himself.

This was not because of his poor physical strength. The entire legion was trying to compete with the Mongols in front during the long march. Their results without long-distance march combat experience are self-evident.

For the Indians who are accustomed to long-distance hunting, the Big Flint has performed very well. In five days, they were taken by Hulan for three hundred miles. The Banner Army can't bear it, let alone the Mohawk fighters of the Big Flint Clan have gone farther than them.

The Mohawks have no food for soldiers. They walk on the road and send out foraging teams when they are resting. Every time they eat, they will be pulled down by a large section, and then rush to catch up.

If the Mongols walking at the forefront walked with their hearts, then the Beiyang Banner Army of the second echelon ran at a constant speed, and the Mohawk Army at the end ran at a variable speed-their physical exertion was more than others, and the security measures were better than others. others less.

There is no linen, not even shoes suitable for long-distance raids. No matter how thick the calluses are, they are worn out by the grass. They all rely on their throats to keep up with the team, just to prove that Mohawk warriors are no worse than others.

It’s just that the further he walked, the more worried the Great Flint Chief. He could feel that the Mongols leading the horses and the clean infantry soldiers in front of them became less and less during the march, but those who had similar hairstyles to them came from the Jurchens The warriors of the tribe are always at the front.

The point is that this is not the marching route they set before the war. It deviates, and even if they deviate, the Flint Chief can feel that they may have entered and penetrated into the territory of the Hurons, but he doesn't know why he didn't meet them on the way. Any Huron village.

The less they encountered, the more dangerous it was for Chief Flintstone, because it meant that they would be enemy villages in all directions.

Could this sixth tribe of unknown origin be a traitor?

Hulan has plans of her own.

Chief Flintstone's sense of direction is correct. At this moment, their [-]-strong army has penetrated into the territory of the Huron Alliance and is about to touch the hinterland.

Even the territory of the Ottawas is only two days away.

They were in a hurry, and no sergeant was left behind or even concealed the traces of the march. Hulan was almost certain that there must be people from the Huron Alliance chasing them a hundred miles behind their buttocks, but they didn't know how many there were.

With the cooperation of foot and horse, in fact, the marching speed is not much different. No one is faster than the other. Everyone has to eat and sleep. They are all dense jungles, and war horses can't run away.

But the Mongols march fast, even if they walk fast, because they eat fast—these days they eat the livestock plundered in the village of Huron. The weather is still cold now, if it is warmer, it will be spoiled. Even so, the remaining meat will almost spoil.

When the Indians were busy looking for food, lighting a fire, and cooking, the Mongolian riders filled half a pot of water and put it on the fire. They threw thin slices of meat into the pot with a knife, sprinkled salt on it, and ate it. They drank the soup without wasting it. Get on the horse and continue on your way.

Two meals a day of hot-boiled meat, with raw meat tied under the saddle, so I was hungry on the road and could eat with just enough calories.

Mohawks can spend an hour and a half from preparing a meal to finishing it, while Hulan takes three meals a day plus one piece for less than half an hour, saving time for sleeping.

"Can you still follow?"

Big Lizi’s subordinates nodded beamingly. They had no horses or carts. They had long been used to traveling long distances, but they had never tried traveling like Hulan... No need to search for food, they carried things on pack animals, and they should eat He ate a lot, and walked faster than the previous ten days.

Hu Lan patted the horse's head beside him, and let out a long sigh: "They can really walk."

Not to mention that Mohawk chief Da Flint thought it was miraculous that the Ming army walked so fast as if they didn't need to eat or sleep, but Hu Lan felt that the Mohawk army was really miraculous.

It took so long to eat and sleep, and I felt that I had to sleep enough. The time for marching was limited. Others walked at a brisk pace, and the Indians kept running, so they could keep up with the team.

"Don't be vindictive." The big raccoon showed lingering worry, and he didn't want to talk too seriously with Hulan, and said, "There are Huron villages and towns behind and on the left and right, and we can't go far in front of the river. On the other side is the village of the bear tribe, and we will enter their traditional hunting ground if we move forward, and there is still time to retreat now."

Although the son-in-law's army looked formidable, Da Lizi had never seen them fight people. He only knew that when they were training, the riders shot arrows on the horses and the horses were very accurate.

But that's not how the Aboriginals fought. Sometimes they were weak and sometimes they were strong.

For example, if the Hurons went to attack the tribes of the Iroquois, it would be difficult to assemble an army of 5000 men. If they could organize 3000 men, it would be an expedition that could be written into mythology; the same is true for the Iroquois.

But once their traditional territory is invaded, as long as there is time, they can easily gather tens of thousands of tribal warriors who can use bows, spears, javelins and blowguns.

More importantly, Big Lizi has been doing difficult calculations in his heart. It is known that the total strength of the Iroquois Expeditionary Army is [-], which is composed of three parts. Seven hundred soldiers of the Hulan tribe.

There are quite a few Mohawk stragglers now, less than [-] yesterday.

The rice cleaning department has been eating shabu-shabu, but it is not far behind, but the big raccoon does not think that his soldiers can defeat a hundred with one.

In the eyes of the big lizi, the Hulan tribe can defeat a hundred with one enemy, but the son-in-law's soldiers are even more strange. They disappear as they walk - he has been following Hulan, knowing very well that Hulan's men are not left behind, but People just disappeared, and the atmosphere of the remaining people in the Hulan Department was not right, and they became more and more confident as they walked.

There are fewer and fewer people leading horses, and the people on foot have not changed much, but the joy makes people feel weird.

It's as if they ate those who disappeared and gained their courage.

"Traditional hunting grounds? It's not in vain to divide my troops."

Hu Lan, holding the horse's mane, was happy: "The hunting ground is good, so that you can know how to hunt in our hometown."

　Good morning!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)