The beaver watched in amazement as the turtledove reprimanded Sergeant Scott, and he was shocked, shocked to the point of being at a loss.

I haven't seen it for a year, and the turtledove doesn't look like the turtledove it used to be!

A year ago, the turtledove would stand on a boulder and laugh wildly, brazenly provoking those seemingly powerful enemies.

But now the turtledove, he is still rampant, still unscrupulous, but the beaver does not feel that he is provoking.

His every move was like a natural coercion.

He didn't need to provoke anyone anymore, what he did was a proper expression of the deterrence that a strong man should have.

At this point, he is even more obvious than Victorio.

Beavers always thought that Sergeant Scott would never cry.

What a big mistake!

Sergeant Scott began to cry, and even the beaver felt a little ...... I empathize.

……

"So, Mr. Scott, you should recognize where you are! You're not talking to me about anything, you're not qualified to talk to me, and I don't have anything to talk to you about! ”

"You're begging me!"

"And I haven't decided yet, whether I want to agree to your begging! Do you understand? ”

Turtledove asked.

"Understood, understood, I understood!" Scott said hurriedly.

If he could kneel, he would have kowtowed like an Indian.

"Well, now that you think about it, why should I grant your begging?" Turtledove asked.

Scott choked a few times in his throat, and his eyes looked at the turtledove in despair and sadness. "Whatever you want, turtledove! As long as you can spare me, you can do whatever you want me to do! ”

"This is not the answer I wanted! To be specific, Mr. Scott! ”

"I'm ......," Scott looked at the turtledove blankly, his eyes rolling in his sockets, and finally he could only ask pitifully, cautiously, tentatively, "I...... Can I ventilate you later? ”

"I've got a hundred people like you to tell me the news!" Turtledove said dismissively.

Scott was stunned, his mind was racing, and sparks were flying in his head!

"I ...... I'm different from them, I can do more, turtledove! Scott exclaimed:

"I can sing your glorious image in the newspapers, I can make you a councillor or even speaker of the Apache League, I can destroy your enemies for you, I can establish a trade route to the turtledove tribe, I can take care of your inconvenient property......"

When it comes to his specialty, Sergeant Scott is full of words, and he can think of all the ideas he can think of, in no particular order, wherever he thinks.

He also doesn't think about what kind of price he needs to pay to do this, and what difficulties he will encounter. The muzzle of the gun is in front, there are difficulties to do, there are no difficulties...... It's wrong, there is no difficulty to do, and there is a difficulty to do it!

In his mouth, he is even willing to help Ikaruga run for president!

You can also help Ikaruga seek the position of cardinal of Protestantism in the New World!

"Ikaruga, when you came from the other side of the mountain, I saw a holy light enveloping you, and I swear as a devout Protestant that you must be a man of divine grace—well, if you will believe in Christ......"

As long as you can survive!

In order to survive, Scott has the courage to fight for himself and the skill to gush.

"In short, I can be your spokesperson in the white world, I can be your walker in the wasteland, your puppet, your slave, your disciple......"

The turtledove looked at his face silently and listened to his words.

It wasn't until Scott had said all he could think of and seemed to be unable to say anything new that Turtledove put away his gun.

"Very well, Sergeant Scott. I promised you! ”

"Thank you, turtledove! Thank you very much, Turtledove! I am eternally grateful to you, Turtledove! Scott kept talking, not wanting to stop at all, for fear that the 'gift' in his hand would fly away.

"But I can't trust you, Scott!" Turtledove said.

Scott was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly cursed and swore - "If I have half a word, I will be killed by lightning, bitten to death by dogs, and killed by random shots!" Let my wife and children die by the roadside, and there will be no corpses! Call my sir, Major Christopher, stoned to death! So that all the people of the United States of America are contaminated with cholera, and they will not even be able to live in peace after death......"

"Alright, Scott, if the curse works, all scientists should be hanged!" Turtledove smiled and said.

Scott was stunned for a moment, not quite understanding what the turtledove meant.

The 'scientists' of this period are actually basically the same as the 'dark wizards'. Although the Industrial Revolution is coming, the power of religion is still strong. Even though the New World has been discovered for hundreds of years, there are still people who believe that the Earth is flat and that the Sun revolves around the Earth.

In Turtledove's mind, 'science' is almost equivalent to objective materialism, but in Scott's mind, 'science' is black magic.

He didn't quite understand why 'if the curse worked', he had to 'hang the scientists'!

This made him stunned for a moment.

The turtledove waved his hand, and the giant hard and the peso beating horse came over.

Each of them carried a white soldier, tied sturdily and with a huge branch around his neck, just as a white man tied up an Indian slave.

The craftsmanship is not perfect, and the work is a little rough. I don't know who did the job, and I tied an asymmetrical bow around the chests of the two white captives. The two white soldiers were drenched in blood and smelled bad.

The parrot frowned and retrimmed the bow.

"These two people, you choose one at any time and stab them to death!" The turtledove threw down a dagger.

The dagger fell softly, lying quietly in front of Scott.

"Scott, you should understand that you can only earn my trust if you have blood on your hands." Turtledove said lightly.

Scott opened his mouth to say something, but knew he couldn't.

Not qualified to say.

"Sergeant, save me......" One of the white men, with a faint voice, looked at Scott with a blank eye.

"Sergeant, save my ......", the pity of the other man, who was not weaker than his companion in the slightest.

Scott kept his head down.

There was silence for about 30 seconds, then he grabbed the dagger in his hand and stabbed one of the soldiers in the chest.

Scott covered his mouth with his hand, and the hand holding the dagger spun vigorously, quickly ending the poor soldier's life.

Then he dropped the dagger on the ground.

"Turtledove, look, is this okay?"

Turtledove was somewhat surprised by Scott's determination. He originally thought that he needed to be tempted again, after all, not everyone could decisively attack his comrades.

"Well, Sergeant Scott, you've earned my trust!" Turtledove said.

Another white soldier survived, and at the behest of the turtledove, he would be brought into the turtledove tribe, and as long as Scott didn't become a demon, the white soldier would not reappear.

"Sergeant Scott, in recognition of your outstanding contributions, I would like to reward you for joining the ...... Positive white flag! ”

The turtledove removed the muzzle of the gun against Scott's neck and fired a shot at his ear.

"Boom!"

……

This time, the turtledove took three hundred warriors from his own tribe and one hundred warriors from the Jeronimo tribe down the mountain.

There were only 50 horses in the whole army when they came down the mountain, and this time, almost all of them were on horseback.

This sudden happiness made everyone excited to the extreme.

Of course, not all of them can ride horses.

But as long as they have a horse, even the clumsy Indians will learn the art very quickly, and it will only take a few more falls.

In the face of life and death, let alone let them learn to ride a horse, give them a train must also learn!

……

Sergeant Scott sat on the ground in a daze, watching the messy crowd of Indians take his horses.

The turtledove said something to him again, and Scott was already distracted.

Probably means that we will work together and help each other in the future, right?

Okay, okay, turtledove, everything you say is right!

Scott, who picked up a life, felt a burst of remorse in his heart at this time: from now on, I am afraid that he will be at the mercy of the turtledove.

It's over, great prospects!

It's over, great ideals!

It's over, it's over, it's all over......

What did Major Christopher explain?

What if Turtledove lets himself assassinate the president in the future?

And that 'positive white flag', what the hell?

Although I have picked up a life now, I don't know how miserable it will be in the days to come!

Or...... Or just take it and go back to being a cowboy?

Ahh

- Scott quickly put an end to this ridiculous idea. Even being a dog within the system is better than being a cowboy!

Just when he was depressed and depressed, the joy of having just picked up a life was gone, and the despair of the bleak future was left in his heart, he heard the voice of a beaver.

Damn beavers!

Why did you go earlier?

I don't know how to intercede for me, I have to wait until now to speak!

"Wait a minute, turtledove!" Beaver said.

The turtledove looked at the beaver, an old acquaintance, who had not seen him for a year, and the beaver was scarred and broken.

"You are?" Ikadove looked at him suspiciously, pretending not to know.

"Turtledove, you took our things, you have to give money!" The beaver also pretended not to know him, like a vicious dog that was faithful to the Lord.

……

"No, no, no, no money, no money!"

Scott rushed to the beaver's side, grabbed the beaver's leg with one hand and told him not to talk, and explained to the turtledove in a hurry.

He scolded the beaver in his heart!

Damn beavers!

If you don't talk in the morning, you don't talk in the evening, but you have to say it at this time!

I just want to say something like this!

Are you trying to kill me?

This is a turtledove! Turtle dove! A turtledove that kills people without blinking!

This damn slave!

I'll beat you to death when I go back!"