Li Xianhua held the rope in his hand, and at the other end of the rope was a young Indian who was tied tightly. Neither of them rode horses, the Indians were very good at equestrianism, at least Li Xianhua's half-tone was far inferior, give them a horse, maybe if they are not careful, they will disappear.

Another reason is that, according to Kanda, a large part of the incoming Indians were not on horseback, which indicates that they were on short journeys and their strongholds must not be far from here.

Li Xianhua's expression was calm, and he just followed behind unhurriedly with the rope, as if nothing had happened just now.

But the young Indian did not think so, and when he walked in front, he always felt that there were thousands of needles piercing him in the back. From time to time, he looked back and took the opportunity to peek at Li Xianhua, who had done nothing, which only frightened him even more, and he had the impression that only the prophets of the tribe had such abilities.

The Indian youth wanted to stop talking, and intended to communicate with Li Xianhua, but Li Xianhua seemed to be more interested in the stones on the road, and completely ignored the young man's hints.

The young man was nervous, in his opinion, Li Xianhua must have gone to the tribe to kill people, so he turned around, wanting to take Li Xianhua to another place.

So he was kicked in the ass a few times.

"Forget it, I'll lead the way." Li Xianhua walked in front of the young man, and the direction of progress was exactly the same.

Even if a herd of bison stepped on it, it wouldn't get worse than that...... Li Xianhua looked at the untraceable footprints on the ground, which stretched all the way to the mountains not far away.

The young man's swarthy face, swarned by years of sun exposure, found himself in vain in his fight against the demon.

The young man sat on the ground, straightened his legs, and cursed Li Xianhua loudly, his tone was impassioned, he did not use English, but used Indian language, I think the English vocabulary is too simple, not enough to express his hatred for Li Xianhua.

Li Xianhua turned to look at the young man and kindly suggested: "If the other party doesn't understand the swearing, the fun will be half less." ”

The young man was stunned for a moment, and began to use English as if it were good: "Devil", "Executioner", "Cursed Bounty Hunter", "God punishes the wicked......

Li Xianhua couldn't cry or laugh when he heard it: Is this the rhythm that can't beat the parents?

"You're the one who killed people, aren't you? Are you embarrassed to call me a demon? ”

The young man didn't expect this demon to actually communicate with him, and he was stunned for a few seconds. However, he also reacted very quickly: "Aren't you with the Americans just to kill us!" ”

Li Xianhua was angry: "You robbed other people's cattle first, okay?" I'm not happy with their government, but those cowboys are just ordinary people, and they're just working, and they don't even have guns! You can't bear to do it? ”

"Their bull road? Before the Americans appeared, the bison here belonged to everyone! Then the Americans came, and all the bison were taken away from them! And then you English Puritans came, and you took your guns and hunted us like buffalo, an Indian scalp of 40 pounds...... The lives of our people are a tiny number in your eyes! "The young man's words are sonorous, like a brave warrior about to die, and he judges his brutal enemies with words.

"Hatred is not a reason for you to kill innocent people," Li Xianhua's eyes grew cold, "Corrier begged me not to hurt you just now......"

"Innocent? You keep driving us out, forcing us to leave our homes, taking our food every day and every year and bringing it to their own people. Almost every day in our tribe people starve to death in the sun, and they can sit in the shade and eat and drink happily! Cowhide is the source of our clothes, but now we don't even have enough cowhide in our tribe to make shoes for children! ”

The young Indians, thinking that their time had come, sat there and talked endlessly, as if they wanted to finish all their resentment at once before they died. From his words, Li Xianhua heard a lot.

Not only bison, but also the land was dispossessed, and the Americans scavenged from the Indians all the seeds of crops they could get, tobacco, corn, cotton...... Then they turned around and expelled the Indians from their own land. The Indians were forced to shelter in barren valleys and wilderness, and even normal farming became difficult.

"A bad debt." Li Xianhua sighed in his heart.

……

"Maybe you don't believe me, but I'm not the kind of puritan you say......" Li Xianhua untied the ropes from the young man's body.

The young man looked at his hands in disbelief, this demon who had tortured him just now actually let him go just after listening to his words.

"Then why are you protecting those Americans?" The young man looked at Li Xianhua suspiciously.

"I'm an exorcist," Li Xianhua roughly explained the profession of exorcist to the young man, "I'm just here to investigate some things......

Things are not so simple, Li Xianhua thought.

"You say you are an angel of God? Don't get involved in mortal battles? ”

“…… So to speak. ”

The Indian youth breathed a sigh of relief, and then began to talk, Li Xianhua looked at the young man and found that he was eighteen or nineteen years old.

"It's still a child...... Li Xianhua thought.

"Your God is so selfish that he cares only about his enemies and not for his people," said the young man, "and when a wolf takes his lamb away, he lets it deal with the hungry wolf himself......

He made so much sense that I was speechless. Li Xianhua rolled his eyes.

"What's your name?" Li Xianhua diverted the topic.

"Warhawk!" The youth replied proudly.

"Why don't you call a fighter." Li Xianhua complained silently.

"And who taught your English?"

"Prophet of the tribe! To defeat the enemy, you must first understand the enemy! The warhawk casually recited the prophet's quotes.

"Your prophet still understands English?" Li Xianhua's heart was full of suspicions.

"Of course the prophet knows everything! They can communicate with the spirits of their ancestors, and each prophet carries the accumulated wisdom of their ancestors! War Eagle cast a "don't understand, don't mess with ****" look at Li Xianhua.

Your ancestors still know English?! Why didn't he even teach Chinese together!

"I seem to have found the problem......"

Why do Indians attack cowboys so often all of a sudden? I'm afraid I can't escape from this prophet.

"Apostle, what does the weapon that your God have given you look like? Can I take a look? ”

Li Xianhua was thinking about the problem and casually handed the magazine to the war eagle.

The two came to the vicinity of the mountain range as they talked.

"It's coming."

The war eagle was still smiling a second ago, and at this moment he suddenly ran and roared with all his might: "The Puritans are here again!" The Exorcist is here again! Kill him! ”

The eagle ran into the mountains as hard as he could, holding the magazine with both hands. The exorcist has no weapons, and he is no different from ordinary people, and the prophet has taught him a long time ago.

With the roar of the war eagle, dozens of Indians jumped out of the nearby bushes and rocks, armed with spears and axes, and surrounded Li Xianhua in the middle.

"Sure enough......" Li Xianhua looked at a young Indian led by him: "You are a prophet, right?" ”

The young prophet was guarded by his faithful men: "Surrender, exorcist, you have no weapons left to fight." ”

Li Xianhua stretched out his hand to the war eagle that was running farther and farther, and the magazine in the war eagle's arms turned into blood and returned to Li Xianhua's side, condensed into a magazine, and flew back to the master's hand.

"It is impossible for crystalline holiness to leave an exorcist, has the wisdom of your ancestors taught you this...... Mr. Demon? ”