The turtledove's camp is on the edge of a quiet lake.

After the sun sets, mosquitoes seem to emerge from the void, flying around people and horses one by one.

There were no campfires in the camp, and everyone was silently nibbling on the bacon and dry cakes they had carried.

When night fell, the entire camp fell silent, save for the occasional whisper of soldiers and the sound of mosquitoes slapping.

Fifteen dollars sent the cordon far away, especially in the direction of Geronimo's departure, and quietly extended the cordon by five kilometers.

No one told him that he should do this, but a man who rarely spoke all day, and only pondered how to protect the turtledove, would always do a lot of overly careful things.

Further on the outskirts of the camp, scouts of crescent, sturgeon, and smoked fish continued to hear from them every once in a while.

Although the turtledove is half awake and half asleep in a daze, it always wakes up whenever news comes.

In the second half of the night, there was no sleepiness at all.

So he got up and walked to the lake.

The parrot was sitting on the shore of the lake, and when he saw the turtledove coming, he gave up a piece of the stone under him.

Both of them silently looked at the clear water of the lake, and the starry sky was reflected, as if the sky had fallen into the lake.

It was a long time before the parrot spoke softly.

"Turtledove?"

"Hmm."

"I heard that Victorio is dying." The parrot whispered.

"Who did you listen to?"

"Everybody knows." The parrot replied.

"Oh." Turtledoves are not surprised by this.

Nominally, the Turtledove tribe is also a member of the resistance.

The turtledove just regretted it a little, when the lark came to sell him the official last year, he should have bought a more expensive one. I don't know if the money will get to Victorio, but it's more or less a thought, right?

It's like a distant memory, when Emperor Chongzhen asked the ministers to donate military salaries, the ministers didn't pull out a dime. Come to think of it, Emperor Chongzhen at that time should have been very cold in his heart.

For this Victorio, whom he has never met, Ikatori's feelings are very complicated.

On the one hand, this man's command methods are actually very clumsy, and his strategic vision is not very good. Since he raised the banner of the rebel army, he has brought a large tribe of thousands of people into a desperate situation step by step.

But on the other hand, even in the most difficult and dangerous moments, this man never made a voice of begging for peace with the white man. God knows what kind of will made him persist for more than ten years under the encirclement and suppression of almost all white countries such as Mexico, the United States, Spain, and France.

Of course, Turtledove wants to save him if he can.

He even made up his mind that as long as Luo Cén opened his mouth, he would definitely promise her to rescue this banner of the rebels.

However, even if he asked repeatedly, Luo Czen did not speak.

Everyone knows that he is hopeless!

Even his own sister knew that she couldn't save him.

"Turtledove?"

"Huh?"

"We, in the end, will win, right?" The parrot's words were very difficult, and he was clumsy at this time.

"What do you think, parrot?" The turtledove slapped him on the back of the head. "Of course we will win! Mount Rocky has stood on this land for thousands of years, and as long as Mount Rocky doesn't fall, we'll be victorious! ”

"Huh!" The parrot laughed. "Yes. Turtledove, you never lied to us. ”

"Hmm." The turtledove nodded. "I never lie!"

"By the way, turtledove, that Scott, are we really going to give him money?" The parrot asked.

"Giving! This money is to be given! Turtledove said.

"But, to be honest, Icardove, I don't think he's capable or reliable." The parrot returns.

"But behind him, there is a powerful nation." "He is pitiful and weak in front of us, and on the surface he is begging us to give him a way to live, but in fact, we are begging him to give us a way to live." ”

"It's ridiculous!"

"yes, it's ridiculous!" Turtledove said.

As for the idea of establishing a long-term trade relationship with Sergeant Scott, Kataruga did not think so much at first.

He just wanted to use the handle in his hand to blackmail Sergeant Scott into being obedient in the future.

However, this kind of coercion is actually quite fragile.

Once Scott has found a powerful protector, killing his comrades is not a formidable threat.

Or, if Scott simply breaks the jar and runs away to be a cowboy, then this kind of blackmail is completely meaningless.

Fortunately, the beaver said at the critical moment: "If you take our things, you have to give money!" ”

This sentence suddenly opened up a new way of thinking for the turtledove.

The indiscriminate means of 'blackmailing' has always been only a temporary urgency and cannot be put on the table.

The only thing that can really build a strong relationship is always interests.

For the sake of profit, the capitalists will not hesitate to sell the noose that hangs themselves.

That Scott, as long as he can continue to find benefits in his dealings with himself, then no matter how unpleasant this kind of interaction is, will continue to continue.

It's just that if this Scott is a loyal and patriotic man, there is no way.

Succeeded, the potential is huge; Failure is nothing more than the loss of an angel investment.

……

While the turtledove and the parrot were thinking about how to establish a trade relationship with Scott, Sergeant Scott, who was guarded by several Indian men, was also thinking about it.

If tomorrow, this turtledove really gave him a sum of money, and the price was fair, then it could not be regarded as a turtledove 'robbery'.

It's big business!

Moreover, if you do it well, you may be able to do it in the future, and it will be a lot of money!

He didn't need to rely on beavers to negotiate such a large trade line!

Hehe, beaver, see how I clean you up when the time comes!

But the difficulty of the question is, after losing these three hundred horses, what should Major Christopher explain?

Do you want to get out a little bit?

How much is appropriate? - Scott has a balance in his heart, and he swings the weight over and over for a while, and it is always uneven.

Remembering that Captain George still owed him six pesos and couldn't pay it back, Scott always felt that bribery was a very uncost-effective means. Why should the money he earned by his own ability be distributed to Christopher, a corrupt official?

Scott, who has just gotten rid of the life-and-death crisis, has no consciousness of being a knife or a fish.

He just felt that if he could really make such a big business, it would be worth the risks he took during the day.

In the Western Wastelands, how can there be money without blood?

Money is not stained with blood, and he Scott is not at ease with it.