Lin Xiao scratched his head, his face was dull and he moved slowly, and he inserted a feather into his hair towel.

Amid the camp's roars calling for revenge, the transformation from the guerrilla general of the Eastern Military Palace to the liberator of South Asia was completed.

The vast Mapuche cavalry held flags and spears, surrounded and rushed towards the port of Liercheng. When passing by the tribe, the riders turned over and dismounted, 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. The song was to say goodbye to the girls and their relatives, and to give themselves courage.

When he set off again, Lin Xiao, who was sitting on the horse, looked around everywhere. He followed the queue and looked at everything around him blankly as the third generation Lautaro. The Mapuche soldiers who were extremely familiar with him in the past made him feel extremely strange.

It was as if everyone had a preview of all this, but he was still in the dark.

They are different.

Lautaro is tall, he is a little shorter; Lautaro is black, he is a little white; Lautaro is tattooed and has bone rings on his nose, he is clean... He knows very well that he is not Lautaro, but everyone can treat him completely differently after he puts a feather ornament on himself.

It was as if he was really Lautaro, not even the Lautaro he knew, but the Spanish colonists were filled with gold and water, the real Lautaro.

The most terrible thing is that the matter was a foregone conclusion, and all he felt was panic in his heart.

This fear did not come from cowardice to avoid war. He knew very well what the name Lautaro meant to the Mapuche people, and even to the indigenous peoples of Peru, Chile, Colombia and even the entire South Asia. This name has its own power to serve as a role model.

And role models?

Lin Xiao, who has rapidly improved his position, is still determined, and he is not sure whether he can be a good role model.

At the trek of Liercheng Port, the Mapuche warriors boarded the warships one by one. At the end of the team, Lin Xiao looked up at the dragon flag flying at the top of the mast. When he looked at the dock, Shao Tingda, who was surrounded by the guards, nodded to him.

Seeing him coming, Shao Tingda waved his hand and retreated to the guards. He looked at him with a bit of solemn sighing, and groped out a Muye cigarette from his waist: "Don't ask anything, I don't know more than you. Only Lautaro knows why he chose you."

Shao Tingda knew the questions in the hearts of the young guerrilla general, but in fact, this question was also deeply rooted in his heart after receiving the oral message from Panama.

Lautaro has many well-known business leaders, and they may not be as good as Lin Xiao. The most important thing is that Lin Xiao is not a Mapuche, nor even a South Asian. The Ming Military Palace deliberately creates that they have the same roots and origins as the natives on this land, but everyone pretends to be. They know in their hearts that they are different from the natives.

Even the local people knew this, but they were deliberately numbing themselves. They were used to being ridden by others on their heads. Even if the Spanish riding on their heads were driven away, they had no choice but to follow them.

Under normal circumstances, the native people in the form of tribes could not even accept the conquest and rule brought by the next door tribe, so that they could accept a larger empire?

Everyone just reluctantly maintained it, deliberately ignoring this problem and leaving it to the next generation to solve it.

"Anyway, you are the guerrilla general of the Ming Dynasty. If he said you are Lautaro, then you are really the guerrilla general Lautaro."

The message only said that Lautaro was injured by artillery. Shao Tingda thought his life was not long, and even the most experienced military doctor would be difficult for people to survive under the muzzle. He raised his hand and patted Lin Xiao on the shoulder: "You know how heavy the burden on your shoulder is, and it is very expensive to break free from the shackles."

When he said this, Shao Tingda thought for no reason about the many people he left behind many years ago.

Among those people were Wu Duan, the rebel leader who surrendered to Yu Dayou on the Xinjiang River, Li Yayuan, who had been married for dozens of miles, and the name he still didn't know. He was cut off his head with his own hands and laughed wildly before his execution, and Shao Bianjiao's father.

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

The past is vivid in my mind. Today, he understands that soldiers defend their families and the country, and that as a violent group, he is competing for power and profit between countries, but he still does not know the meaning of killing or the meaning of self-existence.

But he no longer wants to know, it is his destiny.

When I was young, I always thought that I could seize my destiny, but then I thought about it, what could I do if I grasp my destiny? A person who is as shallow as a person who can only be ordinary even if he grasps his destiny, he doesn’t know where he should go.

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

Now fate has come to Lin Xiao, right in front of him.

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

Shao Tingda shook his head, "Laotaro suggested to Deng Shuai that you would be Lautaro. Deng Shuai reported to Dashuai. Dashuai was right, and said... the people love Lautaro, and you must deserve this love."

Speaking of this, Shao Tingda suddenly smiled and his tone became relaxed: "Laotaro has a good vision. My Ming Dynasty official army has suffered enough. The cold weather in Majiagang and Tierra del Fuego is in Chile. You follow Lin Shuai to resist the Western barbarians on Linlai Island, and you have suffered even more hardships. Those small scenes in Colombia cannot kill you. Lautaro must have known this and chose you to be the new Lautaro."

"No matter what, Lautaro's wish is yours now, Lautaro's mission is also yours. What he wants to do is no longer important. You will inherit this ambition and fight for more people."

"Shao, the Lautaro Camp, will keep it for you. There are not many local Mapuche people who can fight. When you go to Colombia, you can send the young and good seedlings through Panama. The sick people will help you practice and make you have no worries."

For Shao Tingda, Lautaro may not be so strategically good, at least the war that hurt him is not so wise. Since he does not have the ability to attack the big city, he should spend more time siege and let them starve to death, after all, they are 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 indigenous people and the only hero. Now this name belongs to an intermediate officer of the Ming Dynasty.

This means that what he wants to pursue will not be accomplished by him, nor will it be accomplished by his tribe members, and this honor will belong to the Ming Dynasty.

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

Lin Xiao will never die in a hundred battles, and the Spaniards will be expelled from Asia by him with Lautaro's name.

If Lin Xiao dies, the Spaniards will not be able to gain a foothold in this land.

The process is not important, the results are the same.
Chapter completed!