Chapter Forty-Eight: The Tribal People Are Afraid
"Alas!"
Turtledove sighed.
He didn't mean to pinch the parrot.
Originally, he just wanted these people to take the initiative to think about whether there was a slight possibility of fighting with the white army.
But...... But!
These Indians are like ignorant children!
When facing the vicious dogs, no matter how brave they are, they would never think of waving their fists to fight the vicious dogs!
It's not because they're not brave enough.
It's because no one has ever told them that there is a term called: rebellion!
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"Get up, parrot!" The turtledove stretched out his hands to pull the parrot upβ
"No, turtledove!" The parrot was frightened, hugged the turtledove's legs, and howled and cried.
Ever since Harrison Valley had followed the turtledoves here, they had looked at their chieftain as if they had seen their own father.
I am not afraid of my father's beating, and I am not afraid of my father's scolding.
I'm afraid that my father will ignore them, and even pack his bags and leave home and abandon them!
"Turtledove!" The room was filled with cries and wails.
Even the spiritual guy with the stick knelt down and hit his head desperately with the stick.
"Turtledove, don't go!"
"Turtledove, hit me! I said I wanted to divide the sands! β
"Turtledove, I'll go wherever you go! Even if I die, I'll follow you! β
"Turtledove, you said you would never abandon us?"
"Turtledove, take my horse! Take my pesos and my dollars! Take all of me! β
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Fifteen dollars was terrified!
The hand holding the rag broke the pottery bowl, and he didn't realize it.
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"I'll rub!" The turtledove scolded angrily.
He dragged the mop next to the fifteen dollars and smashed it headlessly.
Indiscriminately, regardless of the old, weak, sick or disabled!
He beat everyone up until everyone stared at him dumbfounded.
Only then did he throw down the mop and said viciously:
"When did Lao Tzu say he was leaving?"
"He's M, Lao Tzu won't leave now, and he won't leave in the future!"
"This is Lao Tzu's territory, why should Lao Tzu go?"
"Stand up, stand up for Lao Tzu, damn it!"
"I shouldn't have given you this meeting!"
The turtledove sat down with a stool and kicked the red-eyed parrot aside.
Then I picked up the charcoal again and drew a big 'X' on the majestic arrow on the map on the wall!
"The white man is coming, let's him M and it's over, you guys have been discussing for a long time, discussing a fart!"
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Blasting away the group, the turtledove slammed the door shut.
The turtledove heard a crack of footsteps outside the door, and when he looked back, he saw that the outside of the windowsill was crowded with heads.
He directly picked up the mop and smashed it!
"Get out!"
"Get back to sleep!"
"Early tomorrow morning, Lao Tzu will personally take you to practice!"
Then he slammed the window shut.
The wooden window shook a few times as if it was about to fall, and it was held up by someone outside.
"It's not worry-free! A bunch of underwhelming guys! β
***
It was fast approaching late at night.
Turtledove sat up from the hardwood bed and found Fifteen still crouched on the floor, scrubbing the wooden floor vigorously.
"Fifteen dollars?"
"Hmm."
"The floor is already clean, no need to wipe it anymore!" Turtledove said.
Fifteen dollars was stunned.
It was a long time before he threw the rag back into the bucket. "I can't sleep until I wipe the floors." β
"Why?"
"I've always been like this in the past." Fifteen dollars said. "I was on deck and had to scrub the deck all the time, and when I went ashore, I had to wipe the floor all the time."
"You're safe now, you don't have to."
"Hmm." Fifteen dollars crouched on the ground.
The moonlight peeked through the crack in the window and shone on his rickety back.
"Go to sleep!" Turtledove said.
Fifteen suddenly raised his head and asked, "Turtledove, are we really going to fight the white army?" β
"Of course."
"But, in the past, we never won against them." Fifteen dollars said.
"Are you afraid?"
"I don't know." Fifteen dollars said.
"Didn't we fight them at the Buffalo bazaar last month?" Turtledove asked.
"That's different, turtledove." Fifteen dollars said. "A real war, it's not like that."
"What is that?"
"It's like ......," said Fifteen Dollar, who thought for a moment, "and at the beginning of the war, you will find yourself in all directions with gunfire, bullets falling like rain, and even if you are holding an umbrella, there will always be raindrops on you." β
"You've fought before?"
"When I was in Africa, I fought with a group of black people." "They are all powerful, and they are naturally good at running and jumping, and even white people are hard to match them." β
"How did you get involved?" Turtledove asked curiously.
"I don't know," said Fifteen Dollar, "but the situation of the Negro is also bad." It's like a beautiful turkey, and a smooth beaver, both of which were exterminated because of their specialty. The strength of the blacks was considered suitable for growing cotton and cocoa, so the whites plundered them and threw them into the mines and cotton fields, where they worked until they died. β
"It's really hard to be a brother with us!" Turtledove made a joke.
"Black people are useful after all, but we, in fact, are not useful at all." Fifteen dollars said.
"So, our fate can only be extinction, right?" Turtledove said.
"Yes."
"Do you think we should fight this one?" Turtledove asked.
"It's not a question of whether you should fight or not," said Fifteen Dollar, "how?" β
The turtledove fell silent.
"Turtledove, you need to think about it." "I know that your marksmanship is a good shot, and your luck is that bullets will always avoid you," said Fifteen. But even if you win this battle, what happens next? β
The silence of the night made the words of fifteen dollars like droplets of water in the middle of the night, obviously harmless, but it made people feel uneasy.
"I can't think of what to do next, actually, Icardove, I'd rather you don't fight this battle." Fifteen dollars said.
"Why?"
"I'm twenty-six years old!" "I've traveled to every corner of the Sierra Madre, I've crossed the oceans to Africa, and I've even wanted to be deliberately taken captive by them, to the east coast to meet the fabled Florida and New YorkβI mean, I've seen thousands of people, but I've only seen a single turtledove!" β
"Huh?" Ikadove made a confused voice in response.
"During the day, they fall down on their knees and beg you not to abandon them. Actually, I'm scared tooβ"
Without waiting for the turtledove to reply, Fifteen Dollars continued: "I'm not afraid of fighting with white people, I'm afraid that if you lose, you will ...... Abandon us! β
"I'm afraid I'll never see that confident turtledove again, I'm afraid that the turtledove tribe has lost a strong father, and I'm afraid ...... Fear that the Indians have lost their last hope......"
"Go to bed, fifteen dollars!" The turtledove lay down again.
After a while, he pretended to snore.
Fifteen dollars wiped the floor again.
"I'm not going to be able to do anything, turtledove. I can only help you wipe the floor, wipe your shoes, wipe your guns clean......"
Fifteen dollars knew that the turtledove was not actually asleep.