You're also an Indian, and you don't want to fight with the same enemy, and help the white people beat me?

If you hadn't been behind my back just now, I would have already solved these two white people!

And now, Lao Tzu has solved one, and he also has a gun in his hand.

Can't you see the situation?

Why don't you help me?

Wang Yaozu scolded this bison compatriot seventeen or eighteen times in an instant, but his whole body was uncontrollably pounced by the bison and fell straight back.

The grass was soft, but the concussions from his back made him almost vomit a mouthful of blood.

All the internal organs seem to have jumped a little.

"Bison! I'm grass, you're sick! ”

He still scolded fiercely.

The bison was a warrior of the tribe, and if it weren't for the tribe's attack by the whites, he would soon be able to wear white feathers and become a small leader among the warriors.

The body is much stronger than a clansman like Wang Yaozu who can only grow corn.

Wang Yaozu was pressed under him, as if he was crushed under a mud wall. His hands were pressed tightly to the ground, and his ribs were almost broken, and he could barely breathe.

"Mr. Joy, come on! I got him! Bison yelled.

Wang Yaozu struggled a few times hard, and found that he couldn't move at all.

The bison is as strong as a cow!

"Bison! You let me go, I can kill him! Wang Yaozu hurriedly said.

The bison was unmoved, just pressed Wang Yaozu's limbs while raising his head and looking to the side excitedly.

"Bison! Have you forgotten how whites treat our tribe? ”

Wang Yaozu shouted.

"They broke into our village, took everything, killed all the warriors who resisted!"

"The chief's head was cut off by them and hung on a tree!"

"Those warriors who fought alongside you, how did they die, have you forgotten?"

"And Cornleaf, yes, Cornleaf, didn't she just get into your tent? She was tied to a tree by a white man and poked under her with a branch! ”

"Your mother, before she died, told you to run! Come on! ”

……

"Shut up!"

The bison hit Wang Yaozu's nose headlong, knocking Wang Yaozu's nose out of blood.

Wang Yaozu's words may have really stimulated him, making his eyes red.

"Turtledove! Shut the fuck! The bison spat and roared at Wang Yaozu.

Turtle dove!

It is Wang Yaozu's Indian name.

If he hadn't been called out by the bison, he would have almost forgotten that his name was 'Turtledove'!

Indians always like to give themselves a variety of names.

Basically, they name themselves whatever they see.

At the time when the American continent was knocked open by the civilized world, it was at the end of the matrilineal clan period, and a systematic surname system had not yet been formed.

Similar to what the Japanese always call 'Tanaka', 'Matsushita', and 'Yagyu', the Indians have more enthusiastic names. They name themselves whatever they see.

An Indian will have many names in his life, and he will change them as he goes.

There is a smell of 'I am a filable, who am I afraid of'.

"Turtledove! You killed white people, you committed a great sin! Bison said fiercely.

"What am I guilty of?" Wang Yaozu's face was bloody, and he asked through gritted teeth.

"God won't bless you!" Bison said.

Oh, God?

10,000 grass and mud horses galloped past Wang Yaozu's heart.

Why did the Indians believe in God?

"Why, does God allow them to kill us, and not allow us to kill them?" Wang Yaozu said sarcastically.

"Turtledove!" The bison grabbed Wang Yaozu's hand hard and said fiercely. "They brought civilization to us, and we shouldn't rebel against them!"

"I'll rub!" Wang Yaozu bit his cheek and scolded. "Is the civilization they brought to slaughter us?"

"Give it up! Turtle dove! Plead guilty! Turtle dove! Repent! Turtle dove! ”

The bison's voice grew louder and louder!

If it weren't for the need for him to press Wang Yaozu with both hands, he would probably have one hand free, make a cross on his chest, and say 'Amen'!

It's just a pity that God should not understand the Indian language. Whether it's Algonquin or Arawak, whether it's Apache or Iroquois, God shouldn't be able to understand it.

"We can't beat them!"

Bison paused for a moment and then said. Spit sprayed Wang Yaozu's face!

……

While Bison and Wang Yaozu were arguing, in the distance, the cowboy named Joey was tiptoeing up from the grass and looking this way.

"Bison, are you sure you're holding him down?"

"Mr. Joy, don't worry, I'm holding him to death!"

"Well done, Bison!"

Joey spoke loudly in the distance, but didn't immediately come over.

The buffalo was loyal to him, but he didn't trust the buffalo enough.

"Haha!" Wang Yaozu stopped the useless struggle, smiled, and said to the bison: "Before the arrival of the white people, this whole continent was our land. There were no reservations, and we never heard of God. Bison, our tribe, originally in the mountains to the north, were driven south by the whites, and God knows where we will go! ”

"Turtledove! As long as we learn the language of white people and do white things, they will give us justice. Turtle dove! Our resistance is futile and will only provoke hatred among whites. Bison said.

"Do you believe their promises?" Wang Yaozu said.

"There are good people among whites." Bison said: "I have read their constitution and I believe ......"

"You believe? Ha ha! Wang Yaozu interrupted Bison's words.

With such a person who is bent on converting to 'civilization', there is no need to talk about it at all.

"Believe it, Bison!" Wang Yaozu said. "Do you know why we're where we are today?"

Bison didn't listen to Wang Yaozu's words, he raised his head and shouted at Joey, who was still hesitant to come: "Sir, come here, give him a shot, and he will be honest!" ”

Wang Yaozu said without hesitation: "That's because you would rather believe in their God, rather believe in their morality, and prefer to believe in their laws......"

"But you just don't want to believe your knife and gun!"

Suddenly.

"Bang!" Boom!

A rock the size of a donkey's ass slammed into the top of the bison's head.

The bison's body stiffened suddenly, and its head slowly tilted to the side.

He saw a small figure standing under the tree, bending down to lift the stones from the ground, trying to give him one more time.

……

Wang Yaozu had been talking to him just now, just to attract his attention.

That little Indian, Wang Yaozu didn't know his name yet. Although they were both captives, they were not from the same tribe.

Just as Wang Yaozu was thrown to the ground by the bison, he saw the little Indian swimming quietly like a snake against the grass.

"Well done!"

Wang Yaozu rolled over and crawled out from under the bison.

At that moment, there was a 'bang' and the gun went off!