The turtledove led his party away from the reddish-brown river and headed west, and after climbing over a few peaks, he could not walk.

No one knows where they are now.

Along the way, you can see mountain rivers and mountain rivers.

"Let's stop here!" Turtledove said.

It is backed by mountains and rivers, sitting north and facing south. If it was in a previous life, it would definitely be a treasure of feng shui.

But in this plane, no one around them can grasp this wonder. The turtledove said stop, and everyone stopped.

These Indians are stupid, but they're not lazy.

Soon someone was picking up the weeds and clearing a large clearing.

They arrived at noon, and by evening they had already built a row of wooden houses.

The turtledove took a closer look and found that some of the wood had been burned by fire, and it looked like it had a primitive beauty of simplicity and desolation.

He was very strange, these people couldn't even raise the fire, how could they still have this kind of 'burning' operation?

After a babbling exchange, the turtledove was brought to a large dirt pit.

And I saw that the pit was full of white bones, and it was piled up in a mess.

A few burnt logs were scattered everywhere, and many broken stones were exposed from the soil, and there were patterns on the stones, flowers, birds, insects, fish, and so on.

It turned out that this place was once the settlement of a certain tribe.

No, it's even possible that there was once an Indian city located here!

It's just that it's old and has been abandoned.

"Alright, so be it! Let's stay first! Turtledove said.

If you are full of food in the future, you can excavate cultural relics or something.

But forget it for now!

Now only fifty or so Indians remained, and seven or eight more died on the way.

The turtledove divided them into eight teams, each of which appointed one captain and two captains.

Some of these Indians could count, but the turtledoves didn't understand at first.

It was only yesterday that he figured out that these 'mathematicians' were in the decimal system.

For the time being, the turtledoves didn't have the strength to teach them how to count to one when they reached ten. There's no need for this at all, if you don't bother to teach one, this guy will die tomorrow.

Everything turned into a waste of work.

He asked the captain to hold a branch with strips of cloth of different colors tied to it.

Along the way, he found only strips of red, blue, yellow, and white cloth, and the turtledove found some strips of cloth of other colors that were mixed with these colors to become a new flag.

In this way, these fifty or so Indians were organized into eight flags by turtledoves.

Along the way, the turtledove broke several sticks in his hand, and finally let these people recognize the flag they belonged to, and they would never mess around again.

After arriving here, the turtledove planted the eight flags in different places, even if it was a basic camp.

Of course, he was in the middle, surrounded by red, yellow, blue, and white flags, and there were four miscellaneous flags outside.

By the fifth day, the house had been erected.

The turtledove climbed up to a high place, and when he looked down, he actually felt that it was well organized.

I am quite impressed by my ability to govern the army!

In the past five days, another incident has happened that makes Turtledove feel that there is finally a little hope in life.

There was a large river about two or three miles ahead of the camp.

Near the river, the Zahuangqi people stood in the shallows with wooden sticks in their hands, and beat the fish with sticks, one stick at a time. In half a day, I knocked a lot of them.

This gift from nature made the turtledove feel that the world had not abandoned the Indians after all!

Climbing over the mountain where they were, the people of the Blue Banner found a cave, which was probably caused by the backflow of seawater before, and now it actually left layers of salty soil.

The turtledove didn't dare to eat it yet, but the people of the Blue Banner had already eaten it with relish.

Turtledove decided to look at it again after a while, and if the people with the mixed blue flag were okay, he would eat it again.

There are also many wild fruits and wild beasts in the mountains.

His tribe has few people, and even if he is not engaged in farming, he can survive.

The people are very happy with this place.

It's just that after a long time, everyone is inevitably still a little worried.

There are only three women in the clan, and although the chief turtledove does not want any of them, the rest of them are still not enough to share.

If this continues, how will this tribe continue?

In the eyes of the eight banner masters in the clan, this is the biggest hidden danger of the clan!

……

After seventeen or eighteen failures, the turtledove finally succeeded in crafting a fire bow!

When he started a fire with a fire bow, the whole tribe was boiling!

That night, a huge bonfire was lit in the clearing on the riverbank, and the people set up their game on the fire, and the tribesmen danced with excitement as they watched the bubbling pieces of meat.

The turtledove did not jump with them, but sat there quietly, watching them look elated.

It's almost autumn, and the night is blowing a cool breeze.

The clothes on the turtledove's body were sewn and sewn, and they were already rotten.

An old man with only one leg left sat behind him, rubbed a blade of grass into a long strip, lit it with fire, and sucked it violently.

"Smoke man, do you remember that night, the little kid who lifted the stone and killed the bison?" Turtledove asked.

The one-legged old man was first captured with the turtledove, who was being tied up in the field with several other Indian captives as he escaped under the great oak tree in the moor.

"Hmm, remember!" The smoke man looked up at the sky and said, "That's my grandson!" ”

Turtledove choked, sighed, and said, "I'm sorry I didn't bring him out too!" ”

"That's his blessing!" "As they say in their song: the dead see their ancestors before the living......"

"What a brave boy he is!" "He kept yelling at me that night, encouraging me and giving me a lot of courage," Turtledove said. ”

The smoke man looked at the turtledove a little strangely, "Sir, do you understand what he is calling?" ”

Ikadove looked at the smoke man suspiciously.

Wasn't the little boy telling him to run?

The cigarette man said: "He kept shouting: Help! Help me! Don't leave me behind......"

His voice was calm and deep, as if he were saying something ordinary.

“…… But in that case, who would save him? I told him not to resist, not to resist, but he didn't listen. If you die, you're dead, and resisting isn't dead......"

The cigarette man babbled.

Probably when people are older, they always talk a lot, and Indians are no exception.

The turtledove listened to him chatter as he listened to the happy singing from the campfire.

"The dead always see their ancestors before the living......"

"What do you say if your ancestors ask......

"There is endless corn to eat, and there is endless clothes to wear......"

"The house is also very warm, and everyone is full of children and grandchildren......

"There are no floods, no volcanoes, neither cold nor hot......"

"We hunt when we want to hunt, and we sing when we want to sing......"

……

Greenstone Village Camp.

On the afternoon when the turtledove tribe celebrated that the first fire had finally been lit, Sergeant Scott finally announced that the 'murderer' had been caught!

In the presence of a major from the Alamo Regiment and another major from the El Paso Regiment, the soldiers mourned the victims of the Harrison Valley tragedy with the sound of gunfire.

The heads of more than eighty 'murderers' were transported to Houston along with Vanderbilt's corpse. There, Vanderbilt will get the honor he deserves, being awarded the 'Trailblazer Medal' of the Republic of Texas.

Perhaps when his corpse arrives in Washington, there will be more honors and medals awarded to this brave pioneer. But this is already not about Sergeant Scott.

Sergeant Scott was also rewarded and promoted to sergeant!

The major from the El Paso Regiment personally awarded him the medal.

After the ceremony, the Major met with Sergeant Scott privately.

"A white man's life needs ten Indians to pay for it, and at this point, you're doing a good job!" The Major said.

"Yes, Major!" Scott replied aloud.

"Take it easy, Sergeant Scott!" "But what you did more correctly was to catch the murderer in time before Major Vichill arrived!" ”

"Thanks to Lieutenant George's strategy!" Scott replied seriously.

The Major smiled and patted Scott on the shoulder. "Great prospects, young man!"