The turtledove's procession was marching north, and he rode his horse and walked in the middle of the procession.

Regarding the establishment of trade relations with Sergeant Scott, Parrot volunteered to take the job.

Turtledove didn't think much about it for long before agreeing to him.

Rather than establishing a trade route, Ikaruga actually wants to see his subordinates, all of whom are so brave and indomitable.

That's right, parrots aren't geniuses.

He knew eighteen tribal languages because he had been sold thirty-six times.

The reason why he vigorously proclaimed himself to be a social and a rare diplomatic, trade, and literary talent of the Turtledove tribe was because his ribs had been broken off several times, and he could not fight like other warriors.

Parrots are actually very strong people!

The turtledove rode on horseback, looking at the team of horses in a circle, but his heart repeatedly thought about the parrot he had left behind.

Finally, he glanced back.

Alright, parrot, let's do it!

What if the conversation with Scott falls apart?

Without Scott, there would always be other agents. As long as we still have dollars and pesos in our hands, sooner or later we will find other partners to work with.

What I want to see more is your growth! It is you who rise to the challenge and dare to act!

We've all messed up a lot of things – who doesn't mess up a lot of things when they grow up?

Like the Biso, the fifteen dollars, the scalp, and even the Geronimo, no one is a genius. But I'm patient enough to wait for the day when you guys shine!

……

Two hundred miles away from El Paso, there is a winding canyon.

The ranks of the furious wind stretched into a long snake that meandered for more than ten miles.

The head of the snake had already reached the exit north of the canyon, and the tail of the snake was still crowded at the entrance south of the canyon.

The white soldiers, led by Major Christopher, were advancing with their guns in order.

No one could stop him, and the only ones who were holding him back were themselves, for they had only two legs.

Chasing them all the way, I don't know how many Indians fell under the gun.

Christopher has fallen into numbness.

It's as simple as directing a black slave to harvest corn on an Alabama estate, without any fancy or skill.

The whip was drawn, and the corn was naturally in the basket.

Here, it is enough to fire the muzzle forward.

Do those Indians, hehe, want to rush in front of them with stones?

Amusing!

……

Smoke and blood, gunshots and shouts.

This thing, with its sound and color, fell on the map in the hands of the turtledove, with only a stubby black line outlined in charcoal.

He could not hear the cries of the Indians two hundred miles away, nor could he see through the mountains of the Edward Plateau.

But along the way of his procession, the corpses of the Indians lying on the ground were silently telling him about a slaughtering war.

On several occasions he wanted to stop his horse, to cover up the gray corpses on the side of the road, to remove the child who hung from the branches, to loosen the ropes of the warrior who had been tied in the shape of a 'gong', and to put back the intestines that had flowed out of his body......

But in the end he didn't do anything.

He just kept his head down, pretended not to see, pretended not to care, pretended to think.

Let the lean horse under him carry him forward.

The information from crescent moons, sturgeons, and smoked fish became more and more intensive.

An army of whites had left the El Paso garrison and was heading for the burning estates to the south.

The turtledove adjusted the direction of the team in advance, and passed by the white army that was heading south, a distance of about five kilometers.

This dangerous operation, the people in the turtledove team don't think it's a big deal.

But Geronimo, who was following the group, was so nervous that he was about to pull the butt of his gun out of the water.

After getting the news that the white army that had gone south was gone, Geronimo let out a long breath.

After staring at the turtledove's back for a long time, he finally pinched the horse's belly and trotted up, keeping pace with the turtledove.

"Turtledove?"

"Hmm." The turtledove looked suddenly awakened. He wasn't sleepy, he just didn't want to open his eyes.

"We need to rest!" Jeronimo said.

The turtledove was silent and did not speak.

"A man can not rest, but a horse cannot." "When we came down the mountain, we didn't expect to get so many horses," says Geronimo. We brought enough rations of our own, but we did not bring horse feed. ”

"I know, Jerónimo!"

"My men and horses, I ran all night last night, and I can't hold it anymore!" Jeronimo said.

"I know." Turtledove said.

Jerónimo waited for the turtledove's answer, but after waiting for a long time, the turtledove did not speak.

What can I do?

I am a man, not a god.

It's impossible to conjure up horse material out of thin air. Although there is grass everywhere, horses have not evolved to the point where they can eat any grass.

An infantry suddenly becomes a cavalryman, not necessarily so good. Sooner or later, the supply problem will drag this team down.

"Hold on a little longer, Jeronimo!" Turtledove said.

Jeronimo also knew that it was impossible for a turtledove to conjure up horse material.

In the end, he only sighed, slowed his horse, and fell back into his ranks.

……

The midday sun sprayed a rain of fire.

Both men and horses were tired.

Jerónimo looked at the colorful flags in the team in a trance, and he wondered, wouldn't those who were holding the flags be sleepy?

He had a vague sense of understanding, because this was the team of turtledoves!

But he couldn't quite understand why, other teams can't do it, turtledoves can!

A horse fell behind him.

The soldiers panicked, and the horses screamed to get up, but fell down hard.

Last night's rush and raid, coupled with the fact that I had been rushing against the sun for most of the day, was finally about to be unable to support it.

Once again, Geronimo came to the turtledove.

"Turtledove, take a break, can you?"

The turtledove took two quick steps, pulling away from Jeronimo.

"Turtledove, can you rest a little longer? I really can't hold it! Jeronimo pleaded.

Turtledove turned his face sideways and looked at Geronimo.

"Before sunset, we must rush to the Alamogordo, and only then can we reach Carrisoso at dawn tomorrow!" Turtledove said.

"Why?" Jeronimo said.

Turtledove looked at Geronimo.

Geronimo's voice was filled with a wail of indignation: "Why? Turtle dove! Why do we have to work so hard! The rout of Fury Wind was there, and without horses, they couldn't run much faster! We don't have to rush so hard! ”

"Geronimo, didn't you see the corpses along the road?" Turtledove asked. "Every day, Indians are dying! Every minute we are late, there are dozens more corpses on the ground! Can you all be indifferent to this? ”

"Don't talk about this, turtledove!" Jeronimo pleaded, "The centaurs of the Furious Wind have died enough, and they don't care about dying one more night!" Maybe you'll be able to get back later, and the more furious the Wind will flee, and it will be easier for you to recover them! ”

"What did you say?" The turtledove suddenly frowned, and his voice became solemn.

Jeronimo was startled by the turtledove's sudden lightening tone, but then he stalked his neck and asked, "Isn't it?" Don't you want to rob while the fire is hot? Didn't you come here with your own people risking life and death, just to take advantage of the chaos to get a vote? Do you dare to say that you don't really think that way? ”

"Jeronimo, as I said, I never stand idly by the sight of the Indians being slaughtered! I repeat, listen up! Our enemies, only whites! Turtledove said.

"Phew!" Geronimo said fiercely, "You can fool others, you can't fool me-"

"Smack!"

A resounding slap in the face of Geronimo was caught off guard.