It is really difficult to find one or a few people who are deliberately hidden in the deep mountains and old forests.

Even though this is the territory of the turtledove tribe, the four-legged snake is very familiar with this area.

But until nightfall, he still hadn't found Fifteen Dollars and the five men he had brought with him.

The turtledove was anxious, but there was nothing to be done.

It is true that he has a golden finger, but the function of this golden finger is to draw a ballistic trajectory for the gun in his eyes that only he can see.

This golden finger gave him an incomparably powerful ability to fight alone.

Perhaps, the legendary 'system' gave him the mission to be a legendary cowboy in the turbulent Gilded Age.

Talk to Billy Kid and say something like 'South Turtledove, North Billy'.

Or join Sam Bass in an earth-shattering gold heist and leave behind a haunting legend of the West.

Or in the upcoming Mexican-American War and the Civil War, relying on the skill of drawing a gun with one hundred shots, killing seven in and seven out on the battlefield, rescuing a certain famous person, leaving an ethereal footnote in history.

But why did he go crazy and embark on a path that would lead the Indians to rise?

No matter how strong the golden finger is, no matter how brave the personal strength is, can he defeat the steel giant ship and the artillery fire on the opposite side?

If you choose to go alone, with your own golden finger, the western part of the Americas at this time is a simple and difficult game for yourself.

But to drag the Indians forward, the difficulty instantly becomes hellish level.

It's just like the five professional players on the opposite side have been pushed to the high ground with the Double Dragon Club, and they have just hurriedly gone online, with four stubborn bronze who are quarrelling, and they want to have a Jedi counterattack!

The problem is that the game is not full for 15 minutes, and I can't vote yet!

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……

Outdated intelligence news came from the bottom of the mountain.

Fury and the white armies are still facing off, and the war has not begun.

An army from Mexico watched with suspicion, so that neither team dared to act rashly.

But within the Apaches, there was a mess between the tribes.

The whites were not killed or wounded, but the Indians were killed in piles.

The Great Tree Tribe has won successive battles and won brilliant battles, and it is faintly about to become the largest tribe among the Apaches.

Down the hill came a newspaper with a photograph of Captain Big Tree, dressed in a neat Texas Civilian Army commander's uniform, with a tall feather-stained hat on his head and a riding gun in his hand.

That high-spirited look is like a schoolboy who just got a gun truck in the game!

There is also a caption above the photo:

"He will bring peace to the Indians!"

In the body of the article, there is a detailed introduction that Captain Big Tree has loved peace and cared about environmental protection since he was a child.

When he was only six years old, he asked his father, who was a chief, "Father, why can't we make peace with the white people?" White people are not as murderous as others say, on the contrary, they are civilized, kind, and everyone is so polite! Can't we learn from them? ”

His chieftain's father told him, "Son, that's because the former Indians had a lot of misunderstandings about whites...... Honesty and kindness are the most beautiful qualities, and we must be God's faithful chosen people, Amen! ”

At the end of the article, a fashionable female singer is quoted to describe him:

"This is a funny and humorous Indian, and if there is one flaw in him, it is that he is too partial to his own people, and often ignores the feelings of the interviewer. But as an Indian chief, he should have been, wasn't he? There is no reason why the Indians should not embrace such a great chief! ”

According to another news from Yamashita, Captain Oki has an unprecedented prestige in the Apache League Parliament, and is planning to run for Speaker of the Alliance!

The big tree in the newspaper has a bright future.

……

During the day, Anderson brought orders from Captain Big Tree.

In the name of the commander of the 7th Battalion of the Resistance Army, he ordered the entire Turtledove tribe to move closer to him and obey the unified command.

Once again, the turtledove refused.

Tell Anderson very clearly that the Turtledove tribe is not and will not be a vassal of any powerful tribe.

In whatever name!

Anderson was heartbroken, and he also ruthlessly left a sentence: "You are openly splitting the rebels!" ”

"Is there any difference between the current rebel army and whether it is divided or not?" Turtledove asked rhetorically. "Victorio can't move anyone except his own tribe of Chihunt! No, he can't even tune his own tribe anymore! ”

Anderson's eyes were on fire!

"It is because of a careerist like you that the great leader has come to such a point!"

"You're wrong, Anderson!" Turtledove angrily rebuked: "Victorio's route was wrong from the beginning! His guerrilla tactics were unquestionably masterful, and the Chihunts he led were great warriors. However, our war with the white people is a life-and-death battle, a war in which if you take a step back, I will go further! You can't win the whites with guerrilla warfare alone! There has never been a country in history that was built on guerrilla warfare! ”

"That's why you should support Captain Big Tree even more!" Anderson said. "Captain Big Tree has created a great situation at the bottom of the mountain! He now needs the support of all the Indian tribes! ”

"He just wants to pack us up and sell to white people!" Turtledove blurted out, "Wake up, Anderson! You're a yellow-skinned banana now! ”

"You stubborn monkey!" Anderson also scolded. "You should have been cut off from food sooner, and you would all starve to death in the valley!"

"The turtledove tribe will not starve to death!" The turtledove was angry and said, "Lao Tzu, someone has a gun!" Whoever wants to get along with Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu will send him to death! Not to mention the captain of the big tree, even if the king of heaven Lao Tzu is here, he must first learn to listen to Lao Tzu's gun! ”

"In that case, we have to go our separate ways!" Anderson blurted out.

"Feel free!" Turtledove replied.

"In the tribe, if anyone is willing to follow me, don't stop you!" Anderson said.

The turtledove's eyes narrowed and he laughed.

"Follow! Meaning! He said word for word.

"Good!" Anderson stopped talking nonsense, turned around and went to a meeting with his group.

……

In the morning, I quarreled with Anderson, and in the afternoon, I inspected the big mulberry field with the smoke man.

The two squatted on the ridge of the field, looking forward to the future of relying on the sale of Da Sang to make money.

Then, he discussed with Yanba and Peso about the reclamation after the summer flood.

And so it was evening.

He sat alone at his desk, and then he remembered fifteen dollars again.

This guy, who is always quiet, has only been here for less than a month, but in silence, he has become a part of the turtledove's life.

He didn't feel anything when he was there, but now that he was gone, Turtledove felt as if there was a piece missing from his house.

If you can't pass this level in front of you, I'm afraid you'll really have to go to the single gang in the future.

When Don Quixote roamed the rivers and lakes, he knew that he had to take a Sancho with him.

If you go west to be a cowboy in the future, you should also bring an attendant, right?

If you had to choose one person from the tribe, the person the turtledove would most like to take with him would not be a parrot with sharp teeth, nor a loyal four-legged snake, nor a black-hearted salt...... Huge, peso, frog, greyhound...... Neither!

It's fifteen dollars.

This shy, wooden Indian slave.

It's a pity that now, not even fifteen dollars are gone!

Alas!

Turtledove sighed.

Facing the quiet room, he called nostalgically. "Well, fifteen dollars?"

Out of the corner emerges a teenager carrying a bucket and a rag.

"Well, I'm here!"