Avala means 'wanderer' in the Indian Arawak language family.

It is an Indian tribe that inhabits the area east of the Caribbean islands to the Andes.

With the arrival of the Spaniards, they began a constant migration north.

The number of tribes has also dropped from more than 10,000 at the beginning to only about 200 today.

Legend has it that before the destruction of Tenochtitlan, they were known as skilled craftsmen, and the towering pyramids of the Yucatan Peninsula are their masterpiece.

They also mastered the art of smelting iron, and the tribe had special priests who were responsible for recording the history and heroes of the tribe.

They can even deduce solar and lunar eclipses, as well as the ebb and flow of the tide, and the flowers bloom!

……

Now, however, their glory has become dust that no one remembers.

The chieftain of the Avala tribe even had to worry about how to make a fire.

Don't talk about iron, they even have to work hard to polish a stone axe.

All words and skills are lost!

The cowhide rolls passed down from generation to generation by the tribal chiefs are incomprehensible even to themselves.

When Lieutenant George and his army came to the Avala tribe, they saw the chieftain, who was as old as dry bark, kneeling beside the road, muttering words that no one could understand, and tears welling up in his eyes.

"What is this old thing talking about?" Lieutenant George asked the Indian guide.

"I don't understand it either, Mr. Captain!"

"You ask him, where did he hide the gold?" Lieutenant George commanded.

The Indian guide hesitated, then walked up to the old bark chieftain and asked in a whistling voice.

The old bark chief pointed to the tribe, then to Captain George, and then knelt down and kowtowed.

The Indian guide walked back.

"What did he say?" Captain George said.

"He said," said the Indian guide, "we are all demons!" ”

Captain George felt that the Indian guide should have been translated incorrectly.

But what's the solution?

No guide can guarantee that he is fluent in all Indian languages, but at least, in most cases, the guide is more or less the same as the translator.

Captain George smacked his pipe on his boot.

"You tell him that God is sending down the flame of light to punish the greedy world. As a believer in God, I have come to judge His sins! ”

George raised his hand and waved.

……

Chief Avala had nothing but to save the lives of the tribe's population.

It wasn't that he didn't think of continuing to flee north, but a sudden epidemic struck and half of the tribe couldn't move.

Even if you want to migrate, you have to wait until summer arrives, after the sun has killed the disease.

Therefore, he asked the white general in front of him to show his mercy and give him a period of forgiveness.

For this, he was willing to sacrifice all the livestock and iron tools of the tribe - he did not have the green paper and silver coins, otherwise he would have given them without hesitation.

The Avala tribe migrated north from the Andes with heavy losses.

They just want to live!

"Great General, we recognize your domination over this mountain and river, and if you want the sun, just take it! We're just a bunch of wanderers living here temporarily, and we won't be here for long! ”

"For your God's sake, can you keep us here until this summer? For this request, I am willing to sacrifice the most precious treasure of the tribe—"

"Oh, my nightingale is only thirteen years old, she is my treasure, if you will, I'll let her come out and show you......"

The poor old bark chief babbled on and on for a few simple words from the Indian guide.

“x#$vf^&##?”

The old bark chief didn't understand either, and he wished that the translator would translate his words, but he didn't know if the translator had done so.

So he had to use gestures to show that everything in the tribe could be dedicated to the great general!

I just hope that his tribe will be allowed to stay here for a while longer.

Alas, an Indian who is not proficient in a foreign language should not have become a chief!

……

"Bang!"

Shots rang out, and a bright red flower of blood appeared on the forehead of the old bark chieftain.

The tribe exploded, and people began to flee in all directions.

Several Indian warriors rushed forward with wooden sticks, and as the shots rang out, they fell in pools of blood.

A small, dark-eyed child sits in the mud and has absolutely no idea what is happening.

He was also naïve and ignorant of everything that was about to happen. He happily extended his hand to Captain George, who was passing by, but was stepped into the mud by Captain George.

It makes a crunching sound like stepping on a branch.

"Thirty minutes! I'm just going to give you thirty minutes! ”

Captain George roared.

"Thirty minutes later, we'll have to move on!"

The cries of women and children rang out.

The old bark chieftain had managed to make a fire and lit the tent he had managed to make.

He threw himself on the ground, a pair of feet stepping over his back.

Not far from him, in the dark mud, a small hand pointed to the sky like a young lotus root that had just sprouted.

Since then, there has been no Avala tribe in the world!

……

There is a huge rock on Turkey Ridge.

There are many murals painted on the rocks, and the murals have been mottled over the years.

But peeling back the thick moss on it, you can still see the traces of knives and axes.

Ikaruga was so sure that it was a kind of writing.

It's kind of like an oracle.

Perhaps, hundreds of years ago, a thriving tribe or even a city-state lived here.

Civilization is so fragile that it would be too easy to destroy it.

In the distance of the mountains and forests, pillars of smoke rise.

It was a sign that the white army was approaching step by step.

They had been here since yesterday evening and had been waiting all night.

The pace of the white army was somewhat slow.

It's as slow as cutting meat with a blunt knife, pulling back and forth, but it can't achieve the goal.

"Fifteen dollars, do you think that army will pass through here?" Turtledove asked.

"Definitely!" Fifteen climbed up the boulder and bowed his head to the turtledove.

"Why?"

"There are no roads in this mountain forest, but the direction of the mountains and the arrangement of the rivers all secretly determine the direction of people's travel. If they want to sweep the mountains and forests, they will definitely pass through here! ”

The turtledove nodded.

This was the third time he had asked this question. If you continue to ask questions, you will appear to be lacking in confidence, and if you don't do it, it will shake the morale of the army.

At the foot of the mountains, the crescent moon sways among the treetops like a monkey.

After a while, he came to the turtledove.

"Chief!" The crescent moon's face was probably cut by rattan, but he didn't feel any pain at all, but looked excited.

"It's clear that the white army has 83 people! They were all armed with muskets, bayonets at their waists, no horses, and no cannons! ”

The turtledove took off his hat and put it on the crescent moon's head. "How far are they from here?"

"By this evening at the latest!" Crescent said happily.

"Okay, let's go and investigate!"

"Great!" The crescent moon excitedly jumped off the mountain and landed exactly on a branch.

The cliff is so high that the turtledove panics when he sees it.

But Crescent Moon is already a mature little warrior, he has always been very brave, so brave that it makes people feel distressed.