Man......

This word, with a familiar warm current, flows through the turtledove's heart.

In my distant memory, many people have said this to him.

"Hey, dude, borrow a fire!"

"Dude, can you please queue up?"

"Dude, do you want a low-cost mobile phone? Do you want a green water ghost watch? Authenticity guaranteed! ”

"Dude, do you want to try the new tea that just arrived?"

A large number of memories came flooding back, almost making the turtledove's nose sour.

For the first time since the crossing, white people call him 'dude' a seemingly uninhibited, but implicitly equal address.

In the past, didn't these people call him "Yellow Monkey", "Indian", and "Bastard"?

It seems that negotiation at gunpoint is a truly equal negotiation!

……

"Hey, dude!" The turtledove also jokingly spoke a word of English.

"Oh my God! It's great that you can speak English! Scott exclaimed, exaggeratedly. Since you're a civilized person, I thought, we can talk, right? Can you get rid of the gun in your hand first? ”

"Give me a reason, Sergeant Scott!" Turtledove said.

"There are so many war horses, you can take one horse at will, two horses are fine, three or four horses are you can take away, as long as you can take them, it's okay. Truth be told, man, I'm exhausted from driving so many horses, and you've done me a great favor, man! ”

Half of what Scott said was true.

He really wanted to be attacked by a group of Indians, preferably losing a few more horses. That stunned boy from Landry was dead just now, and that was great.

In this way, it is a good way to explain to Major Christopher why he only has three soldiers under his command.

Probably the only regret is that I shouldn't run into turtledoves - but now that we can talk about it, it's not a big deal.

"I can take as much as I want, right?"

"Of course, whatever!" Sergeant Scott said generously. "As long as you can take it away, just take it, you're welcome! You can make friends......"

Scott's mood right now is a little complicated.

When he was an ordinary soldier, he would not hesitate to shoot the Indians as if he were a wild beast.

Later, when he became a sergeant, he felt that the Indians, in addition to being hateful, could at least bring him a little benefit, and that it was not all useless.

Not long ago he became a sergeant, and he felt that the Indians ...... It seems that there is still a lot of potential to be tapped!

To put it in a less conscientious way, which of the rich men in the western wilderness did not deal with the Indians? Only those stupid big-headed soldiers would kill the Indians when they saw them...... What stupidity!

Especially after Scott took charge of a horse farm, he dreamed of forming a 'friendship' with an Indian tribe, but the beavers did not give him hope.

Hey, right now, it seems like an opportunity has come?

So, he became so polite, so polite that even the beaver didn't seem to know him anymore.

"In that case, then you're welcome!" Turtledove smiled.

He put his finger to his mouth, pursed his lower lip and whistled.

But from behind the low hill not far away, a few Indians on horseback came running out.

Immediately after, more Indian knights peeked out from behind the hill.

And that wasn't the end of it, but a dense crowd of Indians rushed out from behind the hills.

Scott's mouth opened wide, this-

……

"Don't panic! Don't panic! There's something for everyone! The greyhound was screaming hard.

"Haha! I didn't expect the battle to come down the mountain, it was a change of clothes! "Peso himself rode a horse and led a horse.

"Change horses! Hahaha, change horses! ”

"Haha, now we're all cavalry!"

"Fool, leave that one to the chief!"

"Hurry up, hurry up!"

Scott could hear the Indians' shouts distinctly.

The face is green.

……

Listening to the noisy voices and looking at the people who were so surprised that they panicked and had already forgotten Professor Anderson's military discipline, the face of the turtledove showed the same bright smile as they did.

"I'm sorry, I have a lot of people." Turtledove explained to Sergeant Scott.

Sergeant Scott's face fell.

The loss of a few horses was exactly what he wanted.

Losing all the horses, what's that called?

"Turtledove, you can't do this! It can't be like this! Scott was in a hurry.

They tried to stop the Indians who were happily grabbing their horses, but they were clubbed by a hard barrel in the chest, and they could only open their hands in vain, trying to grab something back, but they could only catch air.

"Hey, turtledove! Hey dude! Listen to me, you ...... It's a bit excessive......"

"Didn't you say that I can take as much as I want?" Turtledove asked.

"But, you ......," said Sergeant Scott, his face green and red, red and white. What's the difference between you and a robber? ”

"Oops! You're right, I'm a robber! The turtledove pushed the barrel forward, and Scott leaned back, but he didn't dare to move.

"Don't don't, man, say it well, say it well, say ......it well", Scott said hurriedly, "I can talk, I can talk!" ”

"Can you talk to a robber like me?" Turtledove asked playfully.

"I can talk! I can talk! Scott said vigorously.

"Not only will I take all your horses, but I'll use this musket to make a hole in your chest! Can this also be discussed? A strange smile appeared on the turtledove's face. He spoke in an unhurried tone, like a skinny horse slowly moving underneath him.

Scott was pushed back by the barrel of his gun, and thanks to his excellent riding skills, he was able to control the horse under him.

Otherwise, he couldn't imagine that he would have been shot in the head like the dead Landry!

"Not only will I make a hole in your chest, but I will also hang your body on a cliff so that everyone can see the ugliness of your executioner. Can we talk about it like this? ”

"Every white soldier has Indian blood on his hands! You've killed more Indians Scott than all the horses here! Can we talk about it like this? ”

"Scott, you're at my gunpoint now, and you can't even sit up, so you can talk?"

Scott's backward iron bridge position on horseback finally couldn't be maintained, and he fell off the horse with a thud.

"The Indians and the whites have talked so many times, and when have you not broken your promise?"

"In your hearts, the Indians have always been slaughtered as if they were wild beasts and domestic animals. And now, you're pitifully telling me that you want to talk to me? ”

"What are you talking about?"

"Why are you talking to me?"

"Why should I talk to you?"

……

The words of the turtledove are neither light nor heavy,

If it weren't for the harsh words and the cold musket on his chest, Scott would have thought that the turtledove was joking with him.

Scott sat on the ground, and every time he tried to speak, he was gently poked by the barrel of the turtledove, and poked back the words he had just spat out.

Before he knew it, Scott was already sitting on the ground and had stepped back for a long distance, and a rut mark appeared on the ground that showed his butt and legs moving.

The barrel of the gun pressed against his throat.

It was only then that he realized that it was over, and the turtledove was going to kill!

Damn, I forgot just now, he's a turtledove!

……

Scott never imagined that one day, death would be so close to him.

He didn't think he was afraid of death.

Outside of work, he enjoys diving and climbing, churning up and down in galloping horses, provoking red-eyed bulls, and taking turns shooting with others with a revolver loaded with only one bullet......

He was thrilling and cool, and he thought he wasn't afraid of death.

However, now, when death is really approaching, he finds that he can no longer muster up the courage to be a dashing and uninhibited cowboy.

He wanted to be strong, but no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't stand up.

He wanted to say a few nice words, but he couldn't.

It's not exciting at all, it's not cool at all!

It's not at all like the games of death he's played before!

As the barrel of the gun pressed against his throat, he finally couldn't help but scream.

"Don't, don't, don't! Don't, don't, don't! ”

"Don't kill me! Turtle dove! Don't kill me! Don't kill me! ”

"I promise, I won't say a word about what happened today!"

"If you want a horse, take it all, take it all!"

"I'm a white man, I'll listen to you in the future, I can help you do a lot of things, a lot of things, turtledove! Don't kill me, don't kill me......"

Scott spoke incoherently, his hands clutching the barrel in front of his throat, snot, tears, and the liquid beneath his body poured out uncontrollably.