It took the beaver a full ten seconds to recover from his shock.

He watched as Harrison collapsed, a huge bloody hole in his forehead.

He stared at the bloody hole for another ten seconds.

Then he raised his head and looked at the turtledove.

"Why?"

He seemed to hear the turtledove answering him. But Vanderbilt was dead.

100,000 dollars are gone!

No matter what Turtledove is saying, it will not be the answer he wants.

All at once he jumped up frantically, jumped to the side of the turtledove, and clung to the turtledove's arm in spite of it, shaking it desperately.

He shouted, "Why? Why did you kill him? Why did you kill him? ”

"Turtledove! He's Vanderbilt! ”

"You killed 100,000 dollars! 100,000 dollars! ”

……

The turtledove broke free from the mad beaver and headed down the hillside.

Along the way, you passed the corpses of white people lying on the ground.

The mountain wind carried the smell of blood and gunsmoke, and he couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Killing is the medicine that heals wounds.

Only the corpse of the enemy can cool the boiling blood and soothe his trembling soul.

The beaver chased after him from behind, "Turtledove! You tell me, why did you kill him? Yes? Why? ”

If the 'inexplicable' could be quantified, perhaps the beaver who lost $100,000 was more inexplicable than the dead Harrison.

"Why should I kill him?" The turtledove stopped in front of a corpse.

"Because—" he said to himself.

"Because, like those white people, I am a cruel, cold-blooded, hypocritical, untrustworthy, selfish, and backsliding!"

"I'm not going to let anyone with a gun pointed at me, whether it's Vanderbilt or Franklin!"

"It doesn't matter if he's paying $100,000 or $1,000!"

"I kill them as they kill us!"

"Since they say we're beasts, I'm going to have to be a beast. Otherwise, wouldn't it disappoint them? ”

The beaver froze in place, and only when the turtledoves were about to reach the river beach did they howl miserably.

"One hundred thousand dollars! My 100,000 dollars! ”

He cried as he pulled the corpse on the ground.

He put everything he liked on the corpse into the burlap pocket around his waist.

This sack, he didn't let go of it when it was most dangerous just now.

The turtledove carried the gun on his back.

"Beaver, you're a hypocritical villain!" The turtledove yelled at the beaver who was turning over the corpse on the hillside.

"Live well, villain!"

"We'll meet again!"

……

Not far from the extinguished bonfire on the river beach, a group of Indians sat on the ground resting.

Their hands were tied behind their backs, and each of them carried a branch around their necks, which held the two Indians together in front and behind, making it impossible for them to escape.

They, both men and women, wore only a short skirt cloth under them.

One woman was dead, but she was still connected to another old man with a branch.

The turtledove pulled out the short knife it had found on the white corpses and untied the ropes around their necks and hands.

"You're all free!"

"Let's go home!"

Every time he unravels a person, he says the same thing.

When it was untied to the tenth person, his tears still couldn't help but flow after all.

The situation in front of me is really miserable!

There was a word he didn't say, but he knew. Even if they untie their ropes, they won't be able to go home.

The home of the Indians is gone!

If you can escape today, you can't escape tomorrow!

"Sir!" A middle-aged Indian who had been untied stood up, his waist hunched up, and the turtledove could tell at a glance that his ribs had been broken.

"Thank you, sir!" The Indian said.

"No thanks!" The turtledove squirmed her lips and replied vaguely.

"Let me follow you, sir!" The Indian said. "You see, I'm strong, I can work, and I can fight!"

As if to prove himself, the Indian did a war dance.

Then he fell to the ground with a thud.

He struggled to get up, but tried several times without success.

"Sir, I can still work, let me follow you!" He fell to the ground and looked pitifully at the turtledove.

A turtledove is untying a rope for a little Indian.

The little Indian was a boy, about seven or eight years old, and skinny as thin as skin.

It's just that his eyes are still clear, and he smiled at the turtledove when he saw that the turtledove rescued him.

"Thank you, uncle!"

"Alright, go home, kid!" The turtledove patted him on the head.

It took about ten minutes for the turtledove to free the pile of Indians from under the ropes.

Most of them were adult men, no old people, very few women, and only one child.

They are all prey, and the weak have already died halfway through, and they have no chance to live until now.

The turtledove stood in front of them, but there was not the slightest joy.

In a sense, these people were saved.

But perhaps...... Tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow, they will be re-arrested by the whites.

Death is their only fate.

The turtledove wanted to say something to them, but after thinking about it for a long time, they didn't know what to say.

This group of people, like him, did not have the slightest joy.

They looked at the turtledove numbly.

The little Indian grabbed the grass from the ground and shoved it into his mouth.

The middle-aged Indian, with his rib broken, was still kneeling in the ranks, muttering begging the turtledove to take him as a slave.

The Indian woman, with a shriveled thing hanging on her chest, pretended to be holding a baby in her arms, still eating and laughing, and humming a song that no one understood.

……

The valley was silent as if there was no one.

The turtledove turned and walked a few steps.

He stopped a few more steps.

Eventually, he made his way back in stride.

Towards the silent group of Indians, he roared loudly.

"What the fuck are you doing? Hurry up and get up! ”

"Follow Lao Tzu!"

"Lao Tzu will take you to find a place where you can eat enough, dress warmly, and no longer have to be bullied!"

The turtledove roared, holding the branch in his hand, and whipped at the men.

It was only then that a whining cry could be heard from the crowd.

……

"Cry, cry, cry! Just know to cry! Don't cry! What's the use of crying! ”

The valley resounded with the angry roar of turtledoves.

"Go! Go pick up the gun! ”

"Strip off their clothes and put them on yourself!"

"All the food and money are handed over to Lao Tzu! If anyone dares to hide it privately, Lao Tzu will break his legs! ”

The beaver stood on the hillside and watched the turtledove rush to the right and left like an angry bull.

That clumsy appearance made the beaver laugh.

It's just a raw melon egg!

Laughing and laughing, his eyes moistened.

Grass! Why is the smell of gunsmoke and blood so smoking?