Turtledoves and Giant Hard are the Fabro Bazaars that rush back around 3 p.m.

The bazaar was empty, and except for a few poor vendors who would starve to death if they couldn't sell it today, the bazaar was littered with garbage and stinking animal droppings.

Upon entering the bazaar, the turtledove saw a small figure.

He crouched in the corner, his eyes fixed on a cloud of horse manure.

"Why haven't you left yet?" When the turtledove passed by him, he couldn't help but ask him.

The tiny figure looked up.

He smiled shyly at the turtledove.

"Let's go! Get out of here! Turtledove said.

"Okay." The small figure stood up, hunched over, and bowed inconspicuously to the turtledove.

The turtledove's horse passed by him, and the horse's butt was about to pass by his side, when the turtledove suddenly stopped. Turning back to him, he asked, "Have you eaten?" ”

The figure bit its lip stubbornly and nodded.

Then he shook his head harder.

The turtledove untied a piece of tortilla from his horse and threw it to him.

"If you really don't have anywhere to go, come to me at the hotel in front of you. Take care of the horses for me! Turtledove said.

……

It's a hostel whose name is no longer recognizable.

The inn is run by a Peruvian man, and behind the counter hangs a black-and-white portrait of Bolívar, faded.

He was surprised and delighted that there were still people coming to stay at the hotel at this time.

He personally greeted Turtledove and Ju Hard to their room, and enthusiastically recommended a few girls to come over.

Turtledove refused.

Giant Hard also refused.

"Wait a minute, if a little kid comes to him, give him some food, and find him a place in the stable where he can sleep for the night!" Turtledove said to the innkeeper. Hand him a tip of a copper peso.

The innkeeper hurriedly agreed.

Turtledove and Giant Hard took turns to take a bath and then had dinner in their room.

I took turns sleeping for a while.

In the middle of the turtle dove went to the stable, and said a few words to the shy little fellow.

"Wait, if you hear gunshots from upstairs, untie all the horses in the stables and drive them out into the street!"

The little one was well fed, and was not as shy and wooden as he had been at the beginning.

"Sir, in the future, am I your slave?"

The turtledove rubbed his head.

"My name is Turtledove, and in my tribe, there are no slaves!"

The little one's eyes lit up.

At about seven o'clock in the evening, the quiet market was suddenly awakened by the noise of people.

Turtledove and Giant Tough immediately stood up and pushed open the window facing the street.

I saw a long string of torches, spreading like a fire dragon from outside the bazaar.

The knights at the head of the group ran all the way to the other end of the market.

As the fire dragon approached, a tall figure rode to the door of the inn.

As the figure approached, the people around him kept moving away from him and running in other directions.

From the window, the turtledove could see the entire wasteland outside the market, and the dotted torches seemed to set the wasteland on fire.

……

The innkeeper woke up as early as the influx of fire dragons in the bazaar. By the time the door of his inn was unceremoniously pushed open, he was already standing respectfully behind the counter.

"Perez, is there anyone else staying at the hotel today?"

The innkeeper graciously replied, "No, Chief of the Furywinds! ”

He held out two fingers on the table of the counter and glanced upstairs.

"If you don't want to get yourself in trouble, you just stay here!"

The tall man pulled out the revolver at his waist and walked towards the staircase. A group of Indian warriors followed him and rushed forward.

There was a sudden sound of heavy, chaotic footsteps on the stairs.

……

Inside the house.

Turtledove sat on a chair with a gun in his hand and pointed at the door.

There was a knock on the door.

"Who?" Ju Hard stood behind the door and asked.

"Fury!" The voice outside the door said.

Turtledove waved the gun in his hand and motioned for the giant to open the door.

As the door opened, two huge Indian warriors rushed in through the doorway.

They saw the turtledove sitting on the chair, and the great rigor behind the door.

Suddenly he screamed, and he was about to pounce.

"Bang!"

Without hesitation, the turtledove fired a shot.

The two samurai were startled, only to realize that they were unharmed.

He was about to continue to pounce forward, but he heard a voice behind him shouting, "Come back!" ”

The two paused.

When he looked back, he saw his chief holding a short gun with the barrel of the gun opened.

The man in the chair was throwing away the gun in his hand and picking up another gun on the low table in front of him.

On the table in front of this man, there was a row of at least three short guns, and seven or eight long guns.

"Before you decide you want to get me, we'd better talk!" The man said.

……

Fury looked at the gun in his hand that had been blown to the ground.

Directly opposite him, the man who was a little too young, happened to sit in his chair for a long time. The spear swirled in his hand.

"You made that vote on the eastern plains?" Fury asked.

"Not me." Turtledove said. "I'm only one person, and I can't do such a big business!"

"But they say it was done by three Indian musketeers!"

"Can you believe it?" Turtledove smiled, "Do you believe the words of those black slaves?" Or do you believe that the Indians are really supermen – super-super-powerful people? ”

The furious wind glared at the turtledove.

"—but I know who did it!" Turtledove said in a changed voice.

"Who is it?"

"We can talk!" Turtledove said.

Fury sneered, waved away the two samurai who were standing in the room, and walked in alone.

In all of the Buffalo Wasteland, there is no one who can strike fear into the wind—at least not the Indian in front of him!

This is a typical Indian style, who is too superstitious about their own strength and courage, and too superstitious about their own vision and judgment.

Since the white man set foot on this land, I don't know how many such Indians have been lured into their houses by the white man and shot to death.

Turtledoves won't do that yet, at least not yet! He lowered the gun in his hand as a sign of sincerity.

Fury sat down across from him.

He was tall and sat on the ground, but he was still able to look at the turtledove.

It has to be said that compared to the furious wind, the turtledove is a little thinner.

"You should know what those thirteen white corpses on the plain mean." Angry Wind asked.

"There are more than 300 in total!" Turtledove said. "Don't Indians and blacks count?"

Fury was silent for a moment and said, "Generally speaking, it doesn't count. ”

"Poor!"

Fury Wind stared at the turtledove and said in a deep voice, "I don't care who you are or where you come from. You know, this is not a simple brawl, maybe tomorrow, the war will start! By then, thousands of Indians will die! ”

"War? Who is the war with whom? Turtledove asked.

"A war between Indians and whites, of course!" Fury replied.

"Huh!" Turtledove smiled: "They haven't even found out who the murderer is, so why should they go to war with the Indians?" ”

Fury looked at the turtledove like a fool. "Looks like you still understand the rules of the wasteland! Here, white man is heaven! A white man's dog is more valuable than our lives! If we can't hand over the murderer, what awaits us must be only war! By then, thousands of people will die! ”

"It's unreasonable, why?"

"They have more guns than we do! Just because they have cannons and we don't! Just because there are thousands of white troops in El Paso Fortress! Is it enough? Fury asked.

The turtledove tilted its head, avoiding the spittle in the mouth of the furious wind.

The gold finger can indicate the trajectory of the bullet, but it cannot indicate the attack of the spitting star.

"What are you looking at me like that? I didn't do it! Turtledove said.

He held out his hand, "Meet me, my name is Turtledove!" ”

"I don't know!" Furious Wind said stiffly, ignoring the turtledove's outstretched hand.

"In the Sierra Madre Mountains, more than 2,000 people ate with me. I have more than two hundred guns - Juarez, have you heard of it? That's my cousin. Turtledove said nonchalantly.

"Which Juarez?"

"Benito Pablo Juárez García!"

Fury's face was stunned, and he looked at the turtledove suspiciously.

"Really?"

"People say I look a lot like him!" Turtledove said, putting on a side face to show Fury.

Fury hesitated for a moment, then finally reached out and shook hands with the turtledove.

"Hello!"

Indians are generally honest and rarely do things like climbing dragons and phoenixes, so it is still easy for turtledoves to recognize such a relative.

If he confronts him face to face, of course he will be exposed, but by the time he can confront Hu Yarez face to face, it will not be the situation it is now.