The awe-inspiring sound of killing intent sounded, and the entire mountain forest seemed to feel the coldness of the forest.

Even the fierce beasts of the mountains and forests couldn't help but raise their heads to the sky and roar to resist this sudden killing intent.

and the enemy lurking in the shadows, they also silently fled, or put down their weapons, walked to the nearest warning point of the turtledove tribe, and surrendered.

……

Captain Big Tree's clothes were stripped off - clothes were also a strategic material that the Ikaruga tribe was in short supply for, and it was not allowed to be wasted.

His bare body was nailed to the cliff.

Anderson saw all of this with his own eyes, and at first his lips squirmed to say something, but he didn't say anything.

When he was taken to a room, as if he had a serious illness, he leaned limply back in his chair and could not even lift his head.

The turtledove sat down across from him.

This room used to be Anderson's office.

The house was clean and tidy, the walls were decorated with huge antlers, and a teapot on the fireplace was bubbling with the aroma of tea and cream.

On a snow-white desk, several books were neatly stacked, and at the top was a copy of the New Testament, which had been turned out of the raw edges.

Turtledove casually flipped through one and read a short paragraph in English, which he was not familiar with:

"You have heard that it was said, 'An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth"

"But I say to you, do not oppose the wicked. Someone hits you on the right cheek, and even the left cheek turns around and hits him. ”

"Someone wants to sue you, and he wants to take your undergarment, and even your outer garment."

"If someone forces you to walk one mile, you will walk two miles with him."

"Whoever asks you, give it. If someone borrows from you, don't shirk it."

"You have heard that it was said, Love thy neighbor and hate thy enemy"

"But I say to you, love your enemies. Pray for those who persecute you. ”

"Then you can be the Son of your Father who is in heaven. For he makes the sun shine upon the good and the wicked, and sends rain on the righteous and on the unrighteous. ”

The turtledove closed the book.

Looking at Anderson, who was so depressed that he couldn't be depressed anymore, he asked, "Anderson, are you a Christian?" ”

Anderson shook his head and nodded again.

"It looks like you're not." Turtledove said. "White people came to our homeland with a Bible in one hand and a sword in the other. Do you think the Bible is a book? ”

Anderson couldn't say anything at all.

Turtledove didn't expect an answer from him, but said to himself, "No, it's also a weapon!" ”

"They conquered us with the sword and the Bible over us. No matter how beautiful they say, the ultimate goal is to conquer! ”

"Reading, naturally, is excellent. But how many Indians as smart as you end up reading themselves as executioners! ”

"You may not have killed your own people with your own hands, but the blood of the Indians on your hands is not less than that of Captain Tree!"

"I wish I could kill you!"

"But I can't!" The turtledove clenched his fists vigorously, gritted his teeth, and said, "If the wisest of the Indians are like you, and become the lackeys of the white people without knowing it, how many wise people will build our own homeland of the Indians?" ”

"I won't kill you!"

"Even if you're a bad person, I won't kill you!"

"I just hope you can figure it out, for the sake of how little the Indians have left—not even the bad guys, Anderson! For the sake of hundreds of Indians dying every day, do something for those of us who are still alive! ”

Turtledove stood up and threw the New Testament into the fireplace.

Anderson watched blankly as the thick book burned in the fireplace, and his body slipped off his chair as if his bones had been pulled out.

He curled up on the ground, crying like a dying old dog.

"It's hopeless...... It's hopeless......" he cried.

To be picked out of thousands of Indians and go to a white Indian school, Anderson was naturally smart.

It is not an exaggeration to say that he is the best of the Indians.

However, the more intelligent people are, the more they feel powerless after seeing the prosperity and prosperity of the white world.

Turtledove watched him convulse and cry on the ground.

The brow is deeply locked.

No one knew the future of the Indians better than he did.

"Turtledove!" Anderson raised his head on the ground, looked at the turtledove, and asked, "Have you ever seen a building more than a hundred meters high?" ”

Without waiting for the turtledove to answer, Anderson shook his head, "I've seen it!" ”

"Have you ever seen a train with ten cars that can fit thousands of people?"

Anderson shook his head, "I've seen it!" ”

"Have you ever seen a ship made of steel? Have you ever seen a textile machine that spins yarn automatically? Have you ever seen a factory with lights up all night? Have you ever seen a huge city with more than a million people? ”

"I've seen it!" Anderson replied with a moment of crying and then laughing.

"Turtledove, do you know what 'electricity' is? Do you know how many bones and muscles the human body has? Did you know that there is a glass that can see the smallest bacteria......"

Anderson asked many questions in one breath, then curled up on the ground and sobbed.

What he said was true, and the turtledove knew it.

Anyone who, after seeing the prosperity of New York and Washington, returns to this endless wilderness and sees the Indians still chasing bison with stone tools, and will have the same sense of powerlessness as Anderson.

However, he is an Indian!

"Turtledove! You can burn this copy of my New Testament, but you know what? In the printing house in Massachusetts, they could print a thousand, ten thousand copies a day! ”

Anderson said.

"You can fight the whites, you can even defeat them a hundred times! However, they only need to defeat you once! Anderson let out a long sigh.

This breath seemed to tear his life out, and then he was completely paralyzed.

Tears dried up on his face.

He no longer spoke, nor cried.

He lay on the ground like the Indian captives that the turtledove had seen in Harrison's Valley not long after he had crossed over.

Numbness, hollowness.

Their bodies are alive, but their souls are dead.

……

"Anderson!"

Turtledove sighed, crouched down beside Anderson, pinched his face, and said softly to him:

"You don't want to die! You must live! ”

"You must live to see how I beat the whites!"

"You must live to see that we Indians will build our own railways and factories, we will have our own writing and language, and we will grow our own cotton and cocoa beans!"

"You must live to see them, they will repent to us with weeping bitterness, and they will kneel before us and beg us to accept their surrenders! How they destroyed Tenochtitlan, I will destroy Washington! How they killed Tecumse, I will kill their president! ”

"You must not die, otherwise, your life will really be in vain!"