The turtledove did not wake up until the next day, when the sun was on the third pole.

When he awoke, the sun was shining through the window lattice, and Roczen sat at his desk, his hands on his cheeks, looking at him as if he were looking at a flower.

Seeing the turtledove open its eyes, Roczen smiled at him again.

"Turtledove, are you still coming?"

"No, no-", Ikaruga hurriedly shook his head and rubbed his waist. "-No!"

Roczen burst out laughing.

……

There aren't that many things in the tribe.

At least in the eagle dove's opinion, the tribe is better developed when it is not in its own presence.

Ju Hard led the men to the forest to cut down some huge trees and reinforce the walls of the camp again.

Peso dug a big hole in the ground, intending to imitate the white man and burn some bricks out - there were ready-made boulders in the mountains, but the peso was reluctant to use them. He felt that 'brick' was more advanced than stone, and the current turtledove tribe should have something better.

Since Anderson completely lost power, he has become like a bad old man, dangling around the camp with his hands behind his back all day, scolding everyone he catches!

Turtledove simply vacated a room, stuffed all the mischievous children into it, and handed it to Anderson to scold.

The days seem to have calmed down again.

It would be great if we could go on like this.

It wasn't until the fifth day back at the camp that the turtledove finally couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked Lotzen, "Tell me, what do you want me to do for you?" ”

"I don't need you to do anything, turtledove. You've done a great job! ”

"Really?"

"Really, turtledove!" Roczen replied, "I see your tribe thriving, and everyone is trying to build their own homes. The wandering Indians in the mountains and forests are constantly gathering under your command, and if you continue like this, you will have more than five or six hundred men in less than a month. Nothing makes me happier than that! ”

Turtledoves always felt a little strange.

But I can't say why.

Isn't this a beauty trick?

Could it be that there is really such a good woman in the world who wants nothing but to be good to herself?

"Say, Lorzen! If I don't do something, I always feel a little uneasy! Turtledove said.

Loczen laughed.

"Really, turtledove! You've given me what I've craved the most! ”

"Huh?" The turtledove was a little puzzled.

"Hope of the Indians! That's what I crave the most, and there's nothing more important than that. Luo Czen said, "I am glad that I listened to the words of an elder and came to you. I am very happy, and as long as I can see you, I can feel happy. The most correct thing I have ever done in my life is that I decided to marry you the first time I saw you......"

The turtledove felt a little dizzy.

He had never heard anyone say such a blunt and bold love word to him.

In his world, girls are always presumptuous and reserved, greedy but pretending to be serious.

And in such a primeval jungle, the Indian woman is the opposite.

"Alright, Roczen, you said that I was a little drifting, like I was drunk."

"I love you, turtledove!" Roczen hugged the turtledove from behind, and his two hands wandered restlessly over the turtledove's body.

Okay, this beauty trick, I'll pretend to be hit by the turtledove, right?

……

Luo Cén not only brought himself to the turtledove, but also brought the news of the mountain to the turtledove.

If you look a little higher and look down at the plain east of the Sierra Madre, you will find that peace has never existed, and war is the eternal theme of the plain.

The seemingly glorious victory of the turtledove tribe in the destruction of a reorganized company of whites at Turkey Ridge was only an insignificant ripple in the ocean of war.

With the onset of the rainy season, the prestige of the turtledove spreads like a torrential rain in every corner of the Madre mountain forest, attracting Indians from all over the world to draw closer to him.

But on the frontal battlefield, the angry wind is the mainstay of the Indians at this time!

The Rio Grande flows from north to south and is known as the North Bravo River in Mexico.

The Conchos River is a tributary of the North Bravo River, not too far from El Paso.

Now, the Conchos River joins the delta of the Bravo Norte and is now home to three distinct armies.

Fury, this time gathering nearly 20,000 Indians, is a force of magnificence that has never been seen since the founding of Texas.

And in the direction of Mexico, a Mexican colonel named Mata Moros, led by three thousand Mexican militia, along the west bank of the Conchos River, ready for battle.

The Texas El Paso Regiment also sent a large team to reinforce the existing bunkers on the riverbank and mount twenty six-pounder mountain guns on the ridges along the riverbank.

The messengers of the negotiation were flying back and forth, and everyone was scolding through the air.

The Great War is imminent!

However, in the hot and oppressive air before the rainy season, the gunfire was delayed.

May 30, 1841.

Fury will remember this day in the future.

Early in the morning of this day, a messenger came from the direction of Mexico.

Furious instinctively prefers to get along with Mexicans than the Texans of El Paso. If nothing else, just Spanish with an Indian accent!

……

"What, you're retreating?" Fury was shocked when he heard the words of the messenger named Alfonso.

"How can you be so untrustworthy? I surrendered to you only yesterday, and you told me today that you were going to retreat? Oh, my God! Do you want me to face that little yellow hair in El Paso alone? ”

The 'little yellow hair' in the mouth of the angry wind is the famous young man of the El Paso Legion - Neville Crockett!

This time, the elder Crockett handed over the Western Front battlefield in El Paso to his nephew, and made a bold statement:

"To deal with the Indians, you don't need me to go out at all!"

In all fairness, Fury felt that even if the El Paso Legion were to be commanded by a dog, he would not be able to defeat it.

So, the day after the El Paso Legion arrived at the Conchos River, Fury began to make a close contact and surrendered to the Mexican army!

He moved quickly and caught Mata Moros off guard.

The Mexican dude even wondered if the furious wind had ulterior motives!

Poor Fufeng was quite depressed when he was righteous and awe-inspiring in front of his tribesmen, saying that he would fight to the death, and at the same time he was kneeling and licking this beautiful Mexican dude.

Of course, Fury will not let Juarez go!

He wrote a long letter of 3,000 words to Juárez, who was then a congressman in the Mexican state of Oaxaca, and 2,000 words of it expressed his deep friendship with his cousin, Benito Pablo Turtledove.

Fury Wind's deep hope that Juarez would pull him for his cousin's sake!

Fury also wrote a letter to Zachary Taylor, the U.S. Army general who was stationed in Texas at this time, saying that he was loyal to the United States and had been awarded the 'Trailblazer Medal' of the United States, so why did the El Paso Regiment of Texas fight him?

We're all Americans this year!

Under the dazzling operation of the angry wind,

On May 29, 1841, Colonel Mata of the Mexican Army agreed to Fury's surrender.

The next day, Colonel Mata sent a messenger named Alfonso to tell Fury:

"Dear allies, you fight well, we will withdraw first!"