Robbery is the only way for the development of the turtledove tribe!

In such a special era as the 19th century, the primitive accumulation of capital was brutal and bloody.

Slaves on the plantations and pirates on the seas are the national policy of almost all European and American countries. In contrast to the Hudson's Bay Company in the Americas, the infamous East India Company was as pure as a middle school student visiting a kiln on his first day.

George Washington, the founder of the nation, owned thousands of slaves at Wakefield Manor in Virginia, and even his own leather boots were made of Indian skin.

Let no one say whose money is nobler, and no one should say who is more moral.

The Turtledove tribe wants to get rid of poverty, whether it is agriculture or industry, basically there is no play.

Even if the turtledove wanted to enslave its own people, it would never be able to get past the shackled black slaves on the plantation.

There is no way to talk about industry, let alone the cultural level of the tribe, although the tribe now has a base area, but that small base area is like duckweed on the water, which can be taken away by a wave of white troops at any time.

When neither law nor morality can guarantee the survival of the Indians, why should the Indians be required to obey such laws? Abide by such morals?

Therefore, the turtledove has no guilt at all for robbing such a slave trade group!

The slave trade group, who can eat in this industry, which one is not a blood debt? Full of evil?

……

"I'm grass! This fat man has a thousand dollars on him! The giant screamed excitedly, waving a handful of uncontrollable bills in his hand.

"Look at this officer! Look what I found! Peso stripped the commander of the strip and found a golden pocket watch from him!

Peso had been depressed by the corpses all over the ground, but in the face of this great gain, he had already regained his strength.

He led a horse, and the back of the horse was riddled with guns.

Bullet bags weighed heavily on the back of his horse, making it doubtful that the horse could still bear the weight of a man.

But that's not a problem.

As for the clothes and food on these people, they were always coveted by the tribe, but now no one cares.

The harvest is so much that I can't take it away at all.

This is a huge slave trading group with 300 guards, and it is armed with strong firepower, which is the biggest gain.

The turtledove was stuffed with a bag in his pocket, and he carried a bag in his hand, and stuffed all the shiny things into it.

It's like picking potatoes in a field in the fall. The harvested dustpan could not be filled, and even began to pick and choose the fat and thin.

He found a map from a guy with glasses!

He has three revolvers in his belt!

Three pocket watches around my neck!

I even found a telescope in the carriage!

"Turtledove, what did I pick up?" The giant screamed excitedly.

The turtledove leaned over to take a look. "Throw it away, great hard! You don't need it, and you don't need the tribesmen! ”

"This must be a good thing!" The giant hard took a piece of yellow and took a bite lightly.

Then his face became very strange, and after hesitating for a while, he put it away.

It was a bar of soap.

Giant hard has certainly not been seen.

Turtledove knew, but he wouldn't tell. Anyway, you won't die if you eat soap, you will only pull out a lot of poop with bubbles.

The greatest wealth in this slave trade group is actually those black cages.

Neither the turtledove, nor the peso, nor the giant hard, spoke first, as if they had forgotten about it.

Until the three horses were loaded with heavy stuff on their backs, they should have left.

Peso asked, "What are they going to do?" ”

Both the blacks and the Indians in the cage watched it all numbly.

They saw it from the beginning of the battle.

But they don't think that the three Indian robbers are saving themselves.

Their fate is to be trafficked.

It circulates in the hands of countless people until they lose their lives.

Turtledove thought for a moment, picked up an axe from the ground, and split the chains of the cage.

"I'm sorry, your freedom, I can't give it back now!"

"I'm not going to kill you. But if someone asks you what you just saw, I hope you don't say it so quickly. ”

"My name is Big Tree, and I'm ...... I love you! I hope you are happy! ”

So hypocritical that he even wants to vomit!

……

An hour later than the agreed time, the turtledoves and their party met at the foot of a hill with crescent, sturgeon and smoked fish.

Ikaruga asked Peso and his three children to return to the tribe with their goods.

"Turtledove, what about you?" Peso asked.

"Me and Giant Hard, go back to the market again!"

"What are you doing back there? We should run now! Peso said.

"The Buffalo Agora is the territory of the Fury Winds, I'm going to meet their chief! Let's see if we can find a reliable ally! Turtledove said.

The Turtledove Tribe needs a new trade partner, Lieutenant Big Tree...... Hehe, forget it!

"Fury?" Peso frowned. "That's a greedy and despicable villain!"

"I know." Turtledove said, "But I'm looking for allies, not friends!" ”

Allies and friends, just one word apart. But they mean two completely different things.

"We don't need allies now, turtledove! We already have an ally of the Big Tree Tribe," Peso said.

"Shut up, peso! Are you smarter than the chief? The giant glared at Peso dissatisfied.

Peso snorted, and then said, "Why don't I stay too!" ”

"No need, peso! You've got to get your stuff back with you. Turtledove said, "Tomorrow morning at the latest, the slave gang will be discovered!" ”

Peso thought for a moment and nodded slowly.

"Alright then, turtledove! I'll go back with them first! ”

"Go back, peso! You have to get into the mountains before dawn! ”

As soon as you enter the mountains, the vast mountains and forests will cover the traces of the pesos. It's basically safe.

The pristine wilderness of the Sierra Madre was the best and last barrier for the Indians.

"Goodbye!"

The turtledove watched Peso leave with his three Indian children.

The giant hard drove the horse slowly and leaned over.

"Turtledove, do you really want to meet with Chief Fury?" Giant Hard asked.

"Hmm."

"Do you have anything to prepare? The two of us, the strength is too thin! Ju Hard said.

"There's no preparation, improvisation, Bo Yi!" Turtledove said.

He pulled out the captured map.

In the position of the Chief of the Fury, there is a red "X"!

"Those white people, we're going to clean up this piece next! The first one to strike is Fury! Turtledove said.

"What does it have to do with us?" Ju Qiang asked puzzled. "This fury wind, even among the tribes of the Apaches, is notorious! Turtledove, he's not the same person as us! ”

"I know!"

"And there's no way he's going to join the Resistance!" "He became famous for slaughtering the Chihunt tribe, and the whites even awarded him a pioneering medal!" ”

"I know!" Turtledove said.

The Chihunt tribe is the tribe of the rebel Victorio.

It was impossible for Victorio to contain his enemies into his ranks.

"And you still want to see him?"

"The enemy of our enemies is our allies!" Turtledove said. "I don't care if he's a notorious executioner or a dehumanized murderer. As long as he can join us against the whites, he will be our ally! ”

"Ikaruga, I have no objection to your decision, even if you let me die, I will not hesitate!" Ju Hard said: "However, I still have to say that this angry wind is not a good person!" ”

"Let's go, Great! We're not good people either! Turtledove said.

The two rode in the direction of the bazaar.

……

The fall of the Acheson Slave Regiment was discovered in the evening!

The news spread like wings, and the whole wilderness boiled at once.

It's a slave trade of 300 people!

There were also a dozen well-trained white musketeers to escort them, and the commander of the escort, retired from the famous Philadelphia Militia Brigade, Sergeant Major Cruze!

To destroy such a large team, it is not possible for ordinary forces to accomplish it.

Moreover, it is said that the entire slave trading group, not a single one was left, and all of them were killed in the wasteland!

Never since the Seminoes raised their army six years ago had the whites suffered such a loss!

The militia regiment to the south had been dispatched overnight to this small hill that did not even have a name on the map.