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At the north gate of Mexico City, the Indian phalanx was ready, these carefully selected Indian warriors, all dressed in black plain clothes, wearing white turbans, holding spirit tablets in their hands, the first two Indian chiefs, Flegg and Fox, together with a white flag, on which the words 'Indians will never be slaves' were written in ancient Mayan and Latin scripts.

With the appearance of this Indian phalanx, the scene suddenly became solemn, and all the people in it felt a gloomy air rushing to their faces, so that people didn't even dare to take a breath of air, and the Indians in the team were even more so.

Don't forget, you're not here to perform for yourselves, you're here to tell the world with the wishes of all your fellow Indians who died, that the Indians are on their feet!

Chief Zhou Ming's words are still echoing in the minds of every Indian, which also lets them know that their entrance ceremony today is not to show off themselves or the victory of the Indians, but to take their dead compatriots to see this prosperous Mexico City, and come here to tell the world that they are no longer the randomly enslaved race of the past, and that it is time for them to stand up!

It was this thought, coupled with the news that the Mexican government army had deliberately treated them like clowns that had made every Indian hold a breath in his heart, and it was this breath that made the entire Indian phalanx look even more tragic and solemn, as if this was not a simple phalanx, and it was not just those Indians who were walking, but the souls of tens of thousands of dead Indians were condensed together.

Not only that, but even from their firm eyes and steps, people suddenly feel that they do not represent themselves, they represent all the Indians who have been slaughtered in history, and the words on the white banner are the cry of their hearts.

As the Indian phalanx slowly walked by, the streets that were still jubilant suddenly quieted down, and every citizen of Mexico City who watched the entrance ceremony looked at everything in front of them in a stunned manner.

Is this the real army! Did they crawl out of hell?

In the eyes of these Mexican city citizens, the clothes of these Indians are not uniform, they can say that they are not even clean, they can see many of the scars on their hands and legs, some of which have not fully healed, and are still oozing blood, wetting their robes.

And the sticks and bayonets on their backs, everyone can clearly see the chips and scratches left by the battle, and the citizens who are closer can even smell a strong smell of blood, and can also see the minced meat or internal organs that are still not cleaned on the bayonets, God knows which unlucky soldier left behind.

What were they holding in their hands, was it a tombstone made of wood, and the names written on it were not Indians who died in the Battle of Utanka?

Can...... Why did they do this, didn't they know that today was the entrance ceremony for the whole world, and what they needed was to maintain their manners?

"The majestic mountains are our brothers, the clear rivers are our sisters, this rich land of Mexico was our homeland, our resting place full of joy, for the children's tomorrow, we are willing to give everything we have, let the generations of those who have lost their place become an invincible force, let the courage gathered reach the sky, we are strong Indians, we will soar forever like the Condor......"

I don't know who started to sing this old Indian song, but it didn't matter, because soon all the Indians sang along.

The Indian phalanx sang the ballad as it slowly walked towards the Plaza de la Constitución in the center of Mexico City.

The song was slow and low, and the song reached the Tower of the Americas, to the president of Mexico and other high-ranking officials, and when they heard the song of the Indians, they all subconsciously took a step back as if they were pushed by an invisible hand, as if it was not a simple Mayan ballad, but some terrifying energy that could destroy the world.

Then the Indian phalanx walked into Syntagma Square like a black tide, and these senior Mexican officials and other journalists from other countries who watched the entrance ceremony couldn't help but gasp.

The square, which was still lively just now, suddenly became silent and silent with the arrival of the Indian phalanx, and everyone held their breath, and the slightly louder voice was a blasphemy of everything in front of them. Even the well-informed reporters watched in a daze, forgetting for a moment to record this precious moment with their own cameras, or rather, they also felt that the camera flash at this time was also a kind of blasphemy.

Perhaps the best description of this entry ceremony was later made by an American travel writer, for whom the writer was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature.

Only in the middle of it can you understand what is going on, the Indian phalanx passed by before my eyes, not one of them spoke, not one of them looked left and right, they all stared firmly ahead, as if that was their future and hope!

At that moment, I suddenly had a strange feeling, as if it was not the Indian Revolutionary Army that had been entering the city, but an army of souls that had condensed the blood and tears of Indians for hundreds of years, and they did not come in from outside the city, but crawled out of hell after countless dangers.

Behind them, I seemed to see the Indians who had been slaughtered in the last few hundred years, brutally pierced through the heart in order to kill the infidels, and who had been scalped and skulled because they could be taken to the Doge's Mansion for gold.

The whole world knows that the Indian Revolution broke out in Mexico, but no one knows why, and maybe that's why.

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Everyone looked at this silent Indian team, and couldn't help but feel a little sad, it seemed that they also felt the suffering and sins suffered by the Indians, listening to the songs of the Indians, they felt the sorrow and strength of the Indians in the most desperate time and their confidence in the future, which made everyone unconsciously shed tears, especially those most emotional women.

It's so pitiful, so tragic! These Indians are the real heroes!

What are the things in front of them, the acrobatic performances of the group? Only these people who dare to fight their way out of a desperate situation are the real soldiers, and only they can win the victory!

In this way, many people can't help but begin to doubt the final result of the Yutanka War, although it seems that the government army's weapons and equipment are superior, and the Mexican government is also so promoted, but in the final analysis, the war still depends on people to fight, and at this military ceremony, no matter how you look at the government army's fists and embroidered legs, it makes no sense to fight the Indians!

This is the real soldier!

Zhou Ming clenched his fists happily, not for himself, but also for these Indians, they finally proved themselves.

He didn't participate in this entrance ceremony, the reason is very simple, he didn't want to be too ostentatious, his current strength is still very weak, in case it will be bad if it arouses the disgust of the entire sect and church, in addition, Zhou Ming also believes in these Indians.

Maybe in such a short period of time, Zhou Ming has no way to train them into a phalanx of Ke Long people who amaze the whole world like ** them, but at least they are by no means comparable to those fists and embroidered legs.

I still remember that in his previous life, Zhou Ming had watched a Mexican soldier, the colorful clothes, acrobatic performances and paces, which made him feel more like a farce than a soldier. Maybe the soldiers are not the only ones who are walking in the country and are as uniform as the Crons, but at least not in Mexico.

Zhou Ming also learned about the habits of Mexican soldiers, and knew that they were at most a qualified fashion show, so Zhou Ming deliberately adjusted their habits.

Compared with them, the costumes and props can't be compared, and the positive steps and neat movements, which have not been practiced for a year and a half, can't be practiced at all, so Zhou Ming can only make a fuss about a truly iron-blooded army and national spirit. Zhou Ming wants to use this entrance ceremony to tell those Mexican government officials who think they are high and those citizens who want to see the excitement that these Indians have suffered and how the Indians have paid in a desperate situation to give Mexico a chance to exhibit.

So since last night, Zhou Ming asked Flegg and Fox to rush out these spiritual tablets overnight, as well as those black plain clothes, and a big white flag.

Compared to those military uniforms and weapons, these things are much easier to obtain, not to mention that they were originally meant to sacrifice those fallen compatriots, so it can be said that these things are ready-made.

The so-called soldiers are nothing more than showing the spirit of an army, not a bunch of fashion shows!

This is Zhou Ming's understanding of Bing, so he has such an arrangement, although Flegg and Fox are very incomprehensible, but Zhou Ming's insistence still makes Bing come like this this time.

Later, when the Indian phalanx slowly walked in front of the Tower of the Americas, the senior officials of the Mexican government wanted to turn their heads away, they didn't dare to look at these Indians at all, and they all knew very well that as soon as the Indians appeared like this, they threw off the image of the previous Mexican government army for dozens of streets, as if the appearance of the previous government army was just a foreshadowing for the Indians.

Originally, they thought of the Indians as clowns, but now it seems that they are the real clowns.

Maybe these Indians didn't walk neatly, their clothes and weapons were in tatters, and they even held spiritual tablets in their hands, but at least they were more like an army than the previous government soldiers.

It made the Mexican government officials feel a burning pain of shame on their faces, and if possible, they really wanted to find a crack in the ground.

But that wasn't the end of it, and finally all the Indians walked to the center of the Tower of the Americas, and they looked up at the reporters and Mexican dignitaries and shouted, "The Indians will never be slaves!"

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