Chapter 562 Great Salt Lake Conference 1

After several days of blizzard, the gloomy weather finally disappeared. The thin clouds in the world can no longer hide the brilliance of the sun. However, the winter sunshine in Siberia does not give people a warm feeling at all, but gives people a cold and blazing feeling.

After the wind and snow covered the ground, after a whole day of sunshine, it not only did not melt, but also became very cold and hard. Due to the rustling sound, soon, a large group of people appeared at the mouth of the valley. They were the caravan that set out from Nebuchu the day before yesterday. Just a few miles away from the mouth of the valley, there was a slope, where a camp made of logs and stones appeared in their eyes.

Pidrov, the captain of the cavalry, couldn't help breathing: "It's almost there. Tell the brothers to work harder. Tonight, we can take a hot shower here and have a good meal."

The Russian cavalry roared excitedly and rushed down first, while the infantry could only dodge the cavalry and follow the dozens of horse-drawn sleds.

Liang Yaocai, the director of the caravan, took a deep breath. Unexpectedly, when they turned around, their military station was actually placed in this ravine.

"What did you say?" Next to him, a sage sent by the old hairy businessman Andre came over and said curiously.

"Oh, nothing. I mean, we finally found a place to rest. We don't need to stay in the snow all night like last night." Liang Yaocai said with a smile. Soon, the huge caravan left the valley and went to the military station. After they left Yorich, several figures appeared at the mouth of the valley and carefully showed their heads.

"The military station is actually hidden here. Damn, after two days and one night, I finally found another one." One of them wiped his face and took a deep breath. Their clothes were all pure white. In this icy and snowy environment, they almost integrated with the surroundings.

"Hey hey, this is a barren and deserted Siberia. If no one leads the way, even if our reading brigade has been scattered in this area for three or five months, we can't find it. It's really a thanks to have such a caravan to guide us. Lao Qi, how about drawing the ground here?

"Don't worry, it's not bad. But platoon leader, we really go all the way. In addition to drawing maps, we don't do anything? The old seven took off the gloves in his hand, rubbed his hands, took out paper and pen, and began to do his work, asking.

"It's not that I don't do it. It's not time yet. We must not do anything before their escort team withdraws to Nibchu, otherwise, if it arouses their vigilance, it will be bad.

"Yes, each of their soldiers has as few as 150 people as two or three hundred people. Although the distance is a little far away, if they really gather together, it is definitely a force that can't be seen. Don't forget that adults once said that Russian life is called greed, but their will is very tenacious. The Russians are in the Qing court. When Emperor Kangxi was fighting in Nibuchu, he was trapped in Nibuchu City by several times of enemies, but they had been in the city for nearly a year. When they surrendered, they almost starved to death. Therefore, we must ensure that the plan can be implemented step by step and exchange the greatest victory with the least cost. The reconnaissance platoon leader over there explained to his comrades-in-arms around him.

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At the same time, on the wilderness next to the Great Salt Lake in the western part of the New World, horse teams are running and converging in one direction. Each horse team holds the unique symbols and totems of the Indian An people, representing which race and which tribe they belong to.

From the sky, you can even see a lot of Indian horse teams running around the horizon, gathering towards the wasteland next to the big salt lake, which is simply a huge gathering of Indian people.

Here, you can see almost all the Indian groups in North America: the Athabascagan, the Algonquin, the Iroquois, the Sioux, the Mascoki, the Cheyenne... The first ethnic group, with several or even dozens of tribal chiefs or elders, trekked thousands of miles to come before the escort of their own warriors. Here, attend an unprecedented gathering.

"My grandma, I really didn't expect that so many people came, at least thousands of people, right?" Standing on a lonely peak next to the Great Salt Lake, Pan Jinxian, the commander of the fifth division of the New World Army in the New World with a panoramic view of everything around him, took a deep breath and secretly smashed his tongue.

"Of course, the Indians are the masters of the whole continent. Their population is at least ten to twenty times that of our current population in the New World." Zhu Ye smiled and straightened up his helmet. Let's go. It's time for us to go down and see our indigenous friends in the New World. We need to say hello to them and make friends.

"Damn it, isn't there tens of millions of people, so many people, if they are really united completely, it is really a force that can't be underestimated." Pan Jinxian's eyes were bright.

"It can't be underestimated, but the problem is that there is always friction between various ethnic groups and even tribes of Indians. They are like a plate of loose sand, and there is no way to twist them into a rope at all." Zhu Ye shook his head and sighed.

"It's no wonder that when they meet those colonists, they can only go with their heads in their arms." Pan Jinxian smiled.

"Bullshit! Although the Indians can't get along with each other, you must not underestimate this nation. Among them, there are many warriors who dare to face the invaders with their own breasts. It can be said that they have the most beautiful virtues in the world: they are upright and honest. When facing the enemy, they are always so resolute and brave, and they are rich in feelings. They are so gentle and modest to nature and family, and their promises are more important than Qianjun and generous. Zhu Ye stared at Pan Jinxian and explained.

"In a word, good people don't live long, and the scourge will last for thousands of years. These simple guys meet the Western colonists surnamed Xi, and there are ghosts if they are invincible." Wu Qiyin next to him said with a smile. However, we are here. It's time for those Western colonists and Americans to taste the wisdom of our Easterners.

"The elder of the Ladtar tribe of the Sioux, this is the giant snake elder of the Dakota tribe..." The Hamovi tribe, the bison tribe, the rock tribe and the blue bird tribe with the deepest relationship with the Chinese are accompanying several Chinese to receive these Indians.

"Which tribe are they from?" The Indian chiefs and elders were very surprised to see the Chinese who were very similar to their skin color, hair color, and even their faces.

"No, they are not from any tribe. They are Chinese, that is, from the other side of the sea." The bison chief explained with a smile.

"Why does it look like us?" One of the elders said in surprise.

"Perhaps many years ago, we had a common ancestor. In the classics left by our ancient Chinese, many of them have described that one of our ancestors crossed the sea and settled on the new continent..." Liang Wengeng, the current commander-in-chief of the Chinese New World, explained with a smile.

"Really?" The elders and chiefs of many Indian tribes exclaimed. At this time, the shaman who accompanied Liang Wengeng's Iroquois Mohak tribe had a solemn look on his face. The totem of their ancestors is the same as our Iroquois totem. Although I don't know what's going on, one thing is certain is that our ancestors guided us to meet here. They are not only friends of our Iroquois, but also our brothers.

Hearing this, many people present were moved. Although they still had doubts on their faces, no one stood up to refute or doubt, because they believed that the Iroquois shamans did not dare nor joke with this kind of thing. The Indians' awe of their ancestors and nature was nothing to other peoples. Legally. It's up.

Liang Wengeng did not make any explanation for the doubtful eyes and expressions of these people. He said with a happy smile, "We will discuss this problem later. You must be very tired when you come thousands of miles away. Please take a rest on the edge of the Great Salt Lake first. We have someone to take you there.

In a big tent next to the Great Salt Lake. Elders, the chief crow of the bluebird tribe is here. In the temporary residence of the Cheyenne leaders who had arrived yesterday, a warrior walked into the tent that could accommodate nearly a hundred people and bent down to the council leaders of the forty-four tribes representing the ten tribes of the Cheyenne people and reported respectfully.

"Let our Hamovi brothers come in." Mondada, the oldest Cheyenne prophet among the Cheyenne leaders, stood up and nodded. Soon, a young man in his sixties, very thin, wearing a complex and beautiful feather headdress, walked into the account. Although he has carved countless rings on his face, his footsteps are still so vigorous. He is the crow chief of the Qingdao tribe of the Hamowei tribe.

"My Hamovi brother, I'm glad to see you again." The Cheyenne prophet Montada came forward and hugged the Chief Raven.

"Me too, my Cheyenne brother. I'm very happy that you can come here. Around the Great Salt Lake, my ancestors will also be gratified because we can all meet here.

(to be continued)