The turtledove picked up the stoneware bowl on the table and took a sip of the fresh chrysanthemum tea that Luo Cézen had brewed for him.

Defend, or attack?

Ikaruga believes that as long as she makes a decision, the people in the room will definitely support her.

Still, he wanted to hear them say what was on their minds.

No one is born to die for anyone else, but if they do die in the future, Ikaruga hopes, and this is their own willingness.

When they die, they should understand the meaning of their death.

Without such an awareness, the great cause of Indian restoration would not be accomplished.

Perhaps by the time the day of victory comes, there will be few people left in this room. Turtledove hopes that the few people who survived will understand that they are still alive because someone died for them.

"Then let's fight! What else? The parrot was the first to speak.

He looked left and right at the others.

"If I can't fight, I really don't want to fight!" The cigarette man sighed and said, "But the problem is, we were born Indians, and we can't run away!" ”

"Hit!" Yanba didn't look up and said, "Fight early!" Big hit! Beat the smash and do the math! If you can't beat it, you have to fight it! If it weren't for the Battle of Turkey Ridge, I might have tried to persuade everyone. But after the battle of Turkey Ridge, I suddenly figured out that in my life, I should fight with white people endlessly! ”

Yanba's words made everyone around the table nod their heads involuntarily.

The battle of Turkey Ridge was extremely tragic.

The old population of the turtledove tribe has been directly lost by more than half.

But after the end of the war, no one complained in front of the turtledove, and no one shed tears in front of the turtledove.

Even the dozen or so wounded who were crippled watched their wounds become moldy and pus-draining, and in the end, nearly nine of them died half a month later. When they met the turtledove before they died, the most common thing they said was: "Chief, thank you for taking our revenge!" ”

That battle shattered the myth of the invincibility of white people.

It also shattered the deep-seated instinct of submission in the hearts of the tribesmen.

For the first time, they tasted the joy of blood for blood, and for the first time they had the desire to die with the enemy.

Why should the mantis arm be run over by a car?

Why do you want to kill, I have to send it?

"I give everything I have to the chief," said Biso, "and I will have no wife, no children, and no relatives in my life." I'm the loader of the turtledove, and I will do what the turtledove tells me to do! ”

"Me too." Giant hard said.

The turtledove's heart was like an overelectricity, and some ...... was produced Move?

As a leader, what could impress him more than the loyalty of his subordinates?

But this feeling was quickly suppressed by him.

In the distant memory, the gentle and cowardly migrant worker has now grown a cold heart and a hard nerve.

These people have sworn allegiance to him, and what he is thinking about is how to make their death more worthwhile.

"Scalp, what about you?" Turtledove asked.

Scalp, the guy who dozed off in the last meeting, has been transformed into a mental guy since he was taken out by the turtledove to be responsible for picking up the stick during the meeting.

He meticulously groomed his hair, and his neat turkey hairstyle was outstanding among the leaders of the turtledove.

During the Battle of Turkey Ridge, this guy bit the throat of a white soldier with his teeth, and he had a large handful of wet and sparse hair in his hands, and his face was as terrifying as a demon.

Only then did the turtledove remember that he should ask what the name of this guy was.

"My name is Scalp!" The spirit guy replied.

Turtledove was taken aback when he heard this name, and he didn't know why this guy's aesthetic was so perverted, and he gave himself such a terrible name.

"Because my father's name was Scalp, my grandfather's name was Scalp, and it is said that my great-grandfather was also called Scalp!" The spirit guy is still very energetic even after the bloody battle.

"But none of them have a scalp, only me!"

The spirit guy replied proudly.

Well, that's something to be proud of!

The turtledove dwarf pulled out the general, let him replace the four-legged snake killed in battle, and became the banner owner of the red flag. There is really no way, after the Battle of Turkey Ridge, Zhenghongqi is only left with a bunch of old and weak and crippled, although the spiritual guy seems to be a little abnormal, but he is also a rare talent in Zhenghongqi.

When Ikadove asked Scalp what he was talking to, Scalp was looking for anyone in the room with blazing eyes.

Hearing the turtledove's question, the scalp reacted with a loud noise, twisted his head in the direction of the turtledove, and swayed violently with the turkey hairstyle on his head.

"Hit! Turtledove, I can hit ten at a time! "The scalp is full of war, and I can't wait for it.

Turtledove shook his head, forget it, a spiritual guy like Scalp shouldn't think about such a complicated issue as survival or death.

"Lotzen?" The turtledove set his eyes on the Indian woman beside her.

She's still beautiful.

Every day by the turtledove's side, she dresses herself up beautifully.

Anytime, anywhere, I want Turtledove to need her, she can.

Seeing that the turtledove asked her, she smiled charmingly. "Turtledove, do you think I'm a vase?"

The turtledove narrowed its eyes.

"I started riding horses when I was five years old, I learned to hold a gun when I was six, I killed the first person at the age of ten, and until I met you, I killed many more people than you think......"

As he said this, Roczen had a smile on his lips.

"I've been sleeping with an old white man since I was ten years old, and I've been sleeping with a different one every now and then, and before I met you, I've slept with more men than any woman you've ever seen......"

"I have bathed in the blood of the enemy, slept in caves infested with leeches and poisonous snakes, stole horses in the camp of the white army, drank my own urine in the enemy's ...... on all sides"

"Ikaruga, you are better than I think, and I, but I am worse than you think, much worse......"

"If you think I'm a vase, please don't use me to arrange flowers, since I met you, the only reason for my existence is to look forward to the day when you can smash it, so that you can hear the sound of it breaking, I hope it can make you feel pleasing to your ears......"

"Everyone here, I can't beat you in terms of fighting, but when it comes to guns, one counts as one, and you are all rubbish!"

The moment the words fell, the turtledove only felt a movement in his waist.

One of his revolches in his belt had reached Loczen's hand, turning twice around her palm like a butterfly.

"Bang!" "Bang!" …… Five gunshots rang out in a row.

On the table, five stoneware bowls were shattered by bullets.

With one bullet left in the revolver, Lorzen handed the handle of the gun towards the turtledove.

"Turtledove, I'm ready anytime and anywhere, to die for you!"