Super Chief

The team in front of him, ah, this group of people should not be called a team, Shi Xiong felt that it is appropriate to describe these people as fleeing.

　　 Looking at the hundreds of guys who were trembling with cold and frostbite on their faces and hands, Shi Xiong couldn't help feeling that his head was a little big.

　　 This is obviously a group of Europeans, but the clothes on them have made Shi Xiong unable to distinguish their identities.

　　 The styles of military uniforms of European countries in this era are similar, but they differ in color. The group of guys in front of them are obviously soldiers from a certain European country. This can be seen from the guns they resist. Ordinary people who can resist firearms? It's just that the clothes on their bodies can no longer tell what color they are.

　　 "Could it be the unwilling French?" Shi Xiong looked at the group of Vasichchus who were about to freeze to death, but also dumbfounded. Dare to go deep here in this season. Why is this not looking for death?

　　 "@#￥%……"

"Save us, save us, for the sake of God, please save us..." The arrival of the stone bear obviously gave this group of Vasichchus hope, and they must be able to see the stone bear. Leadership status, so one of the guys who looked like a beard puffed and knelt on the ground. At first he was speaking Spanish, but when he saw that the big man didn’t understand, he immediately switched to a strange accent. Said in weird English.

　　 Shi Xiong didn't take care of this guy, even if this guy seemed to be the leader of this group of Vasichus, Shi Xiong would definitely not be able to save them until he knew the ins and outs. These guys are obviously not British, so Shi Xiong is not at ease.

　　 Ishikuma turned his head and asked Ying Yu, "Hawk Feather, what's the matter with these guys?"

Eagle feather, with half of his arm missing, shook his head and said: "My lord Guardian, I don't know where these people come from. They seem to have emerged from the river channel suddenly, and then they seem to want to go along. Go to the tribe along the river. I saw that they were crowded and they were carrying muskets, so the alarm horn was sounded."

　　 "Well, Eagle Feather, you did a good job. This vigilance must be maintained for a long time."

　　 Eagle Feather smiled honestly.

　　 Ishikuma turned his head and asked the guy who was kneeling on the ground. Of course, he asked in English.

　　 "Which country are you from? Why do you show up here with weapons?"

　　 Ishikuma's fluent English made the guy's eyes widened in surprise. In any case, he never thought that there would be a group of natives who could speak English so fluently, even more fluently than his own English.

"This distinguished leader, I am Major Felisa Fernando of the North American Squadron of the Royal Spanish Navy. This time we are with friendship and want to come to a tribe to discuss something. It is a pity that our fleet is at Big Bend. There was a blizzard in China, all four boats hit the rocks and sank, and there were more than 300 people and only us. Fortunately, our guide knew the location of the tribe, so we came here on foot. But we underestimated this one. The power of the blizzard, our people can no longer hold on... Dear leader, please also ask your people to help us..."

　　 "Are you Spaniards? Or are you soldiers of the Royal Spanish Navy?" Shi Xiong's eyes widened in surprise. Why did the Spaniards come here? Don't they know that this is the place of the French and the British?

　　 Well, it doesn’t matter anymore. Now the Spaniards are hooking up with the French. The French even cede New Orleans to the Spaniards. The Spaniard's fleet went upstream along the Mi River, and it was not impossible to find here along the Tennessee River.

Although the mad bull came back some time ago, he said that he had a fierce fight with the Spaniards in the southeast of the Cree and killed the Spanish-the Semino Allied Forces, but Shi Xiong knew that it was very likely. It was the Spaniards who were fooled by the Seminos, so they sent troops.

　　 But generally speaking, Spain's sphere of influence is in Central and South America and the Caribbean. North America is only limited to Florida, Louisiana, and the Gulf Coast of Texas, and there is no conflict of interest with itself.

　　 Shi Xiong thought for a while, then looked at the Spanish soldiers who were really about to freeze to death, and said loudly, "Give them some clothes, find some dead grass branches and other fires, and cook them some porridge."

　　 Shixiong knows very well that what these Spaniards need most now is a bite of hot porridge, otherwise they can really freeze to death.

Although the Spaniards committed more crimes in the entire New World than the British, French, and other European countries combined, the Indians in Central and South America were too far away from the stone bears, and the Spaniards also played against the stone bears. Xiong didn't have any direct conflict of interest, so Shi Xiong hesitated for a while and felt softer.

　　 This is more than a hundred lives after all.

　　 Of course, if the French were changed, Shi Xiong would definitely order the killing of these guys without hesitation.

A few raging bonfires soon came into being. These Spanish soldiers were like wild dogs that had taken off their reins. They even crawled around. The red flames caused frostbite on their faces and hands. The guys showed contented smiles.

　　 A few warriors riding war horses quickly returned from the tribe, carrying a few cauldrons on horsebacks, and a large bag of stick noodles.

Several soldiers smashed open the frozen river surface, filled some river water in a cauldron, and put it on the bonfire. When the pot boiled, they poured the stirred noodles into the pot, and waited a while until it was hot. The polenta can be drunk.

　　The hot Spanish soldiers crossed their chests one by one~www.wuxiaspot.com~ They kept grateful to the soldiers of the Gaoshu tribe. It could be seen that they were grateful from the bottom of their hearts.

In this kind of weather, when they were about to freeze to death, after they witnessed so many partners dying alive on the road, these large pots of hot polenta and these bonfires were more than God’s for them. The gospel is even better.

　　 A bowl of hot polenta was eaten, and the souls of these Spanish soldiers seemed to have completely returned. Those who continued to drink the porridge were more grateful to the people of the Gaoshu tribe. Even if the warriors of the tribe took their muskets and bayonets, they didn't care.

　　 Shixiong asked the Felisa Fernan who was drinking the second bowl of porridge: "Where is your guide? I want to ask him a few questions."

　　 Felisa was taken aback, then shook his head, sighed like a fate, and pointed at one of the soldiers.

　　 Shi Xiong glanced over, and was also happy. This guy was clearly an Indian, but he was wearing a Spanish military uniform, and he didn't know he was pulled from the hapless freezing ghost.