It's a hearty win!

The brilliance of the results of the battle was a world of difference compared to the gains from the attack on the slave trade group the day before.

Not to mention anything else, just pulling down the corpses of more than a hundred cavalrymen on the ground is a huge fortune.

Not to mention, the entire Buffalo Bazaar is now empty and can be looted.

After successfully escaping for his life last night, Chief Fury sent people to encircle and suppress the 'Trade Mission Massacre' investigation team on the plains.

This time, Fury fully exploited his cruel and tyrannical personality, burying dozens of wooden stakes in the ground, sharpening them, and hanging the members of the investigation team on them one by one.

If you don't do it, you don't stop it.

He simply wrote on the stake: But if a white man dares to set foot on his territory again, he must be hung on it.

The turtledove didn't stop much at the Buffalo Bazaar.

The two sanctimonious guys had already agreed that when the turtledove returned, they would send a representative, and the two tribes would talk carefully about the development of Baihe Jinsha.

Ikaruga had wanted to take ten guns and a few hundred bullets with him, but Fury said he could keep them for him.

Well, keep it!

In the light of the reflection of a blood-dripping scimitar, the turtledove quickly convinced himself.

This ally of his, I'm afraid the next few days will be quite exciting!

……

The turtledoves went into the mountains overnight before dawn.

After dawn, we have come to the dense mountain forest.

The tireless singing of cardinals came to my ears.

Some people say that this bird is a natural singer, but it is also very annoying to listen to a lot of good music.

The turtledove was annoyed right now.

"Great, this is the way, right?"

"I'm sure, it's the way!" Giant Tough must have said it.

"Shall we try again, then?" Turtledove asked.

"Uh...... Maybe we should try the other way. "The big hard no longer insisted.

Turtledove took a deep breath.

It was a complete mistake to send the peso back to the tribe with a few children in the first place!

Who would have thought that the chief of the dignified tribe would not be able to find his way back to his tribe?

After walking around the mountains and forests for most of the day, my shoes and pants were full of rotten branches and mud, and through the cracks in the dense forest, I could see that the mountains in the distance were still in the distance.

When will we be able to go home in a dignified manner?!

The turtledove cursed in his heart.

"Sir, are you going to Chihuahua?" A faint, still shy, voice sounded.

Turtledove looked back.

"No, we're not going to Chihuahua!" Turtledove replied.

This skinny guy was the slave he had bought back from the Buffalo Bazaar.

Actually, he wasn't a kid.

He's just a little short. It was probably because he had been malnourished since he was a child, which made him look a little stunted.

Turtledove suspects that he has dwarfism - he is about 1.5 meters tall, and his thin body makes him look a little shorter than he really is!

But he is twenty-eight years old this year.

According to the custom of the Indians, he could even be a grandfather.

"If you go west from here, the only place suitable for the tribe to live is Chihuahua!" The dwarf said.

Chihuahua is a large city in the Sierra Madre Occidental, inhabited by Indians as early as the time of the Aztec Empire.

Later, the Spaniards came here and destroyed the city, merging it with nearby Durango. It was not until 1823 that it was separated from Durango again and the state of Chihuahua was established.

At this time, Mexico had only declared its independence for more than 20 years.

It was not so much an independent country as an arena for a group of careerists run by the Spaniards. Warlords and dictators of all stripes have come to power in turn, no different from 200 years later.

However, it was precisely this chaotic situation that gave the Indians a breath of life.

As the 'consumables' of the Mexicans, the Sierra Madre is home to many Indian tribes. For the sake of all kinds of entangled interests, at the instigation of the Spaniards, the French, and the British, they squandered the last breath of life of the Indians.

"How do you know?" Turtledove thought for a moment and asked.

"When I was younger, I lived here!" The skinny guy lowered his head a little shyly and said, "Later, I was taken captive to Africa and sold back. ”

Does Africa still need Indians?

However, the slave trade was very advanced at this time, and no one could say what the fate of the 'goods' would be.

There is no guarantee that no slave trader will take a fancy to the meekness and industriousness of the Indians, and send a few 'samples' to Africa. God knows!

Turtledove shook off this meaningless thought and asked, "Africa? It was an unusual experience! You've been out for so long, do you remember the way here? ”

"There are no roads in the mountains and forests." "When I was young," said the skinny fellow, "I followed my father to chase prey in the mountains, and as far as the Grand Canyon in the north. ”

"So, do you remember the terrain here?" Turtledove asked.

"Hmm." He said, "This is my home!" ”

"Oh!"

There was a sentence in the ancient poem that 'the young left home and the eldest returned', but what is it like this slave?

I was sold since I was a child, and when I went home, I was still a teenager.

The home is still there, nothing has changed.

But this home has changed owners.

"So which direction do you think we should go?" The giant hard urn asked angrily.

Giant Tough was a little angry because he had taken the wrong direction earlier.

He wasn't in a good mood.

Unexpectedly, the skinny guy in front of him raised his hand and pointed in another direction. Saying, "We should go this way!" ”

"Why?" Turtledove asked.

He hadn't even told this guy what his tribe really looked like!

Why did this guy determine the direction so arbitrarily?

"Sir, you have a white tooth around your neck. I've heard you say that it was dug into the tribe's ground, isn't it? ”

Turtledove looked down at the white object around his neck.

It's tooth-like, but it's not some animal tooth.

It is a white piece of jade.

"There are many such ruins in the mountains and forests, but there is only one suitable place for large tribes to live. Sir, is there a river in front of your tribe? ”

"That's right."

"On the hill behind, there's a huge rock, and if it's still there, he's standing there like he's alone."

"Seems like so."

"There's also a flat open space next to it, which is suitable for growing some corn, cotton, or mulberry."

"Yes, you're right."

Ikaruga suddenly felt that this guy in front of him, if he changed time and space, he should be able to go to school well, and then score 100 points in the exam every time, get scholarships every year, and hold several offers with an annual salary of one million in his hand before he graduated, and then travel around the world to do what he wants to do.

This ability to guess the location of a tribe just by relying on a broken piece of jade Jue sounds like nothing, but it's actually not as simple as it sounds.

It's just that here, in this day and age, he can only become a slave.

Turtledove was overwhelmed with emotion and decided to listen to his opinion.

The giant hesitated for a moment, and although he followed them last, he was still muttering unconvinced.

"I think we should try the direction we just went in again!"

……

"By the way, what's your name?" Turtledove asked.

"I have many names!"

"Tell me about your newest one!"

"They called me 'Indian Bastard'"

"Uh...... Change it, right? Turtledove said.

"I think it's a good name. If you don't like it, sir, then I'll call it 'Fifteen Dollars', right?" ”