In the hands of the turtledove, he got a distress letter from the furious wind.

The messenger carrying the letter carried a huge satchel filled with letters. The industrious messenger trudged through the hot and humid mountains of the Madre during the rainy season, sending a distress message to each tribe he passed, and he hurried to the next tribe before he could even wait for a reply from the turtledove.

This spirit of widespread planting and small harvesting can only be seen in the distant memories of those text messages that say that he is the heir to the estate of Qin Shi Huang or Empress Dowager Cixi.

"Roczen, is the situation under the mountain really as Fury said in his letter?" Turtledove asked.

Since the arrival of Lotzen, the intelligence function of the parrot has been transferred to the new Indian woman.

She has a complete intelligence network at the foot of the mountain, and even the turtledove doesn't know how she runs it, but she always gets the latest news before the parrot.

Even the "Texan Daily" published in Houston, the turtledove can get it the next day.

This is a huge step forward.

In the past, Mexico and Texas were like a fog of war for turtledoves.

Since Lotzen arrived, the fog of war had finally opened a few cracks, and the map had finally lit up a little.

"Angry Wind is a ...... person", but Luo Cze did not answer Turtledove's question first, but talked about Angry Wind, "I have had some contact with him before. Would you mind hearing from me? ”

"You say!" The turtledove gestured.

"He's like a Larollina dog, he doesn't lack courage, but his courage comes and goes quickly. If someone makes a noise and someone instigates it, he will quickly make a decision to fight the enemy to the death. But. If there is no one to encourage him, his courage will soon be drained and he will fall to the other extreme! ”

Turtledove looked at Abba who was wandering around under the table.

"Just like Aba, when he has a rope around his neck and you are holding it, his courage is the greatest. At this time, it even dares to bark at a lion or a giant bear. ”

Lorzen was not wrong, Abba with the rope ring not only dared to provoke the giant bear, but even dared to provoke Geronimo with a musket.

"But if you let go of the rope in your hand, Abba is afraid of even cats."

Turtledove couldn't help but laugh. "That's right, Abba is like that!"

"Then, what Fury said in his letter should be divided into two parts." Roczen gets back to business.

He said he had gathered all the Indians of the wasteland and prepared to fight the El Paso Legion on the banks of the Conchos River. This is corroborated by the information we have received before, and it can be considered to be true. Roczen said. This is the time when his courage is at its greatest! ”

"But it is doubtful that Fury will be as brave as he says in his letter." Lotzen said. "I think he's going to break away soon, don't you think?"

Ikadove thought for a moment and looked at Loczen.

The two of them met their gazes in the air, and then smiled in unison. They all seem to understand what they mean by each other.

Turtledove did not rush to make his opinion known, but looked at fifteen dollars.

Fifteen dollars in his hand, still habitually clutching a rag.

After the frog's death, the turtledove gave the entire white flag a severe beating, even though they were veterans of the battlefield.

The lord humiliates the ministers to death, and the lord dies and the ministers are martyred, this is the unchanging rule of the Indian Eight Banners.

didn't send the entire person with the white flag to accompany the frog, it was already a turtledove Hongen.

No one questioned Turtledove's decision, and everyone took it for granted.

The remaining fifteen people with white flags all expressed their gratitude to the turtledove for letting them go, and vowed to follow the flag owner in the future, even if there was a mountain of swords and a sea of fire in front of them, and they would not frown again.

Then, Turtledove made fifteen dollars the owner of the white flag. If nothing else, just use your own people!

There is no question of whether to accept or disobey, the entire turtledove tribe belongs to the turtledove, and whatever he says is what he says. If you really want to ask for the opinions of others, it will disrupt the order that everyone has built up with great difficulty.

The core of the Eight Banners system is actually a deformed slavery system.

This was too reasonable for the Indians, who were accustomed to the chieftaincy tribal system.

"I think it's ......," fifteen glanced habitually left and right.

Unlike the firm and perceptive fifteen dollars on the battlefield, once out of the battlefield, fifteen dollars are timid and suspicious, humble to the point of inferiority, shy to the point of fear.

"I think it's ......," and Fifteen Dollar whispered when he saw that no one objected to him, "we should go and save Fury." ”

After he finished speaking, everyone in the room looked at him.

This made him a little nervous and at a loss, and he vigorously wiped the table with the rag in his hand.

"Why?" Salt Ba's sharp eyes were fixed on fifteen dollars.

The white-flagged bannerman could obey the cowardly flag-bearer of Fifteen Dollars, but the yellow-flagged Yanba was not satisfied with the dwarf-like newcomer.

"I'm ......," fifteen dollars wiped the table hard, too nervous to speak.

"Why do you think we should save him?" Turtledove asked softly.

Fifteen dollars would only be less nervous when faced with turtledoves.

But his voice was still low:

"There are very few Indians left," said Fifteen Dollar, "and if he buries so many more this time, we will not be able to win in the future." ”

The turtledove's heart chuckled!

……

Since his crossing, he's gone from being a captured Indian slave, looking for beavers for guns, getting revenge in Harrison Valley, camping in Mount Blanca, going to the Great Plains to loot, doing trouble in the Buffalo Fairgrounds, taking out Captain Big Tree, and ambushing a white company in Turkey Ridge......

This series of events can be described as a series of events.

Although there were thrills and dangers, they all went smoothly in the end.

Today, the turtledove tribe has developed into a medium-sized tribe with more than 500 people and 200 guns!

In the Sierra Madre, it is also considered a grand prestige, and all tribes have to give a face.

The parrot now goes to trade with the caravan, and no one dares to pit him anymore.

The scope of activity of the tribal hunting team has expanded to a radius of thirty miles, and the prey encountered in dispute is basically obtained by the people of the tribe.

The turtledove tribe is getting bigger and bigger, and that's a fact that everyone can see.

However, behind this series of victories, there is always a huge shadow hanging over the turtledove's heart.

A tactical victory cannot hide a strategic defeat.

The tribes in the mountains are advancing, but the whites outside the mountains are not stopping to wait for them.

A hundred years of primitive tribe development may not be worth a day of industrial civilization.

Over the past three hundred years, the Indians have suffered one crushing defeat after another, and an almost irreparable consequence has been caused: now, the Indian population on the entire continent is very small!

The Indians of the western part of the Americas, the turtledoves don't know if there are 200,000 in total, maybe even less!

If Fury fails this time, it will be equivalent to burying one-tenth of the Indians in the Great Wilderness at once!

The Indians can't afford to die so many!

Beneath the seemingly thriving and prosperous appearance of the turtledove tribe, there is actually a muddy foundation hidden behind it.

The Indian sky has fallen for three hundred years!

In all fairness, turtledoves have done a good job.

However, if you want to save this long blue sky that has fallen for 300 years, how can it be possible without the blood sacrifice of thousands of people and the killing of thousands of miles?