The turtledove never complained, carrying a bunch of waste under his command.

But at the moment when the cannon sounded, for a moment, he scolded the parrot and the peso in his heart!

One of the two men brought news from Hamilton Manor that it was a huge horse stockyard, but that there were heavy troops in ambush.

One detected an ambush at Hamilton Manor, only to bring the ambush to him!

Of the eight banner masters under his hands, isn't there anyone who understands?

……

"Boom!"

Cannonballs fell on the ranks of the turtledoves.

The team, which was already ready to go, moved in the fastest way possible - before the turtledove's order was given, everyone followed their instincts and ran farther away from the cannon!

There have been teams in history that have charged with cannonballs, but such teams will never appear among the tribes of turtledoves.

Under normal circumstances, it may be a long time to wait for the turtledove to feed them with victory after victory, for the turtledove to completely destroy the illusion of white power from the bottom of their hearts, and for their hatred to be difficult to contain in their hearts...... Perhaps by that time, it would be possible for the turtledoves to have such a force.

It's too early to talk about that!

"Boom!"

Another cannonball fell and landed in the ranks, smashing a cavalryman who had just pulled out his stance and was about to run into pieces!

"Run! Run! "Someone is yelling.

Unaware of his mistake, Biso, who had attracted the ambush, was at the side of the turtledove with the giant guards on the left and right, shielding the turtledove from splattering dirt and pieces of flesh.

Jeronimo, who had always said that his horse was exhausted, was at the front of the group, and was distancing himself from the turtledove's headquarters faster and faster.

A moment ago, the turtledove was still boasting about his team, and the biggest reliance was that it acted erratically and was beautifully hidden.

The words were still in my ears, but the enemy's shells had already landed in the middle of their ranks.

"Get out of the way!"

The turtledove suddenly jumped off the horse's back, and despite the powerful impact of the crash it had just fallen, it rolled and fell to the ground.

The peso and the giant hard movement was a little slower, but it also quickly jumped up from the horse's back and smashed straight to the ground!

Immediately, a cannonball whistled and landed where they had been, and exploded with a 'boom'!

……

Ikaruga can see where bullets and shells land, but his golden finger is rapidly weakening on the battlefield where more and more powerful thermal weapons are gradually appearing.

If at the beginning of the Harrison Valley, he could still single-handedly suppress seven or eight bulk cowboys.

So now, the role of this golden finger is rapidly weakening.

War is a massive-scale killing, and even if he can hit every shot, so what?

At the end of the turkey ridge battlefield, the turtledove was so crushed by the rain of bullets from the white army that he couldn't lift his head at all!

That's right, turtledoves can also see the trajectory of enemy ballistics! He can dodge in advance and let the enemy's bullets not hit accurately!

However, the enemy directly covered it with a rain of bullets, and he didn't care about whether it was accurate or not!

No matter how powerful the angler is, he can't compare to the fisherman who casts a big net!

Especially when the cannons began to appear, the 'early evasion' that the turtledove relied on for survival began to become insignificant!

Over time, thermal weapons will become more and more lethal. After a few decades, a German named Hiram Stevens Maxim created a 'ripping machine' capable of firing 600 rounds in one minute, and at that point, the turtledove's golden finger was completely useless.

If he can dodge again, can he dodge 600 times in one minute?

If the appearance of the musket allowed mankind to stand in front of the 'God' for the first time, then the appearance of the heavy machine gun is enough for people to look at the 'God' at eye level!

With the advent of the Industrial Revolution, more powerful weapons have sprung up, and science will begin to 'slaughter gods and demons' and move towards the sea of stars.

Mo said that the turtledove's golden finger is just a 'ballistic auxiliary line', that is, he is really as capable of picking the stars with the sun and moon in his hand as the legend, and against the ever-changing war machine, he will not be able to get rid of the fate of being sliced and studied!

By the middle of the 19th century, the chances left for the Indians to rise again were basically better than nothing!

The train of industry has been started, rumbling forward, the Indians have been mercilessly abandoned outside the car, the doors have been welded shut!

The only chance to get on the bus -

Not for nothing!

It's just that you need to trade your life for it!

You need to hold the rear of the car tightly with your hands, even if your arms are pulled to the point of flesh and blood, even if your feet are pulled and thrown to the ground, even if you are choked by the exhaust and can't breathe...... Don't let go even if you die!

……

"Buzz!"

The huge impact of the cannonball made the ears of the turtledove buzz!

It's like being stuffed in a bell, and then someone takes a ram and strikes it.

The turtledove shook his head vigorously, trying his best to distinguish the up and down directions in his heart: this is the ground, it should face down, and that is the sky, it should face up!

He stumbled to his feet, then staggered down again.

The floating dirt on his shoulders and head fell down in a slump, and he buried his palms again!

He lifted his palm, and several pale fingers fell from the floating earth.

He was taken aback, raised his two palms to his eyes, and counted them one by one, but fortunately, ten, they were still there!

"Turtledove!" "Turtledove!"

He heard someone shouting in his ear.

He leaned in to the man's face and looked at it for a long time, "Peso?" ”

"It's me! I'm a turtledove, I'm a giant hard! It's so hard! ”

Without saying a word, the giant stiff picked up the turtledove and continued to run forward with a deep foot and a shallow foot.

"Put me down, Huge Hard!" The turtledove slumped on its stiff shoulders and cried.

"No!" Giant Hard replied.

"Put me down!" Turtledove was a little annoyed and slapped the huge hard fat ass hard.

"No!" The giant roared.

The turtledove felt the huge hard ass, cold, and damp.

He raised his hand in front of his eyes and found that his palms had turned blood-red.

Looking down again, a stream of blood dripped all the way from the huge hard ass as if the clothes had just been washed and not wrung out.

"Great, I'm your chieftain, let me down!" The turtledove's voice trembled a little.

"No!"

"Put me down, Huge Hard!" The turtledove said, "I am your chieftain, and I will command the battle!" ”

"No!" The giant roared angrily, carrying the turtledove and running forward desperately.

The strength of the giant hard is so great that he can carry the turtledove on his shoulders and hold the turtledove's waist tightly, so that the turtledove has tried hard several times, but he can't break free.

Moreover, he can also run with a turtledove!

"No!" The giant yelled, "No! No! No! ”

He thought that the turtledove had been talking, so he had been yelling in reply.

"Trust me, Great! We didn't lose and we can still win! ”

The giant was still running wildly, but the word 'no' that he yelled halfway through was choked in his throat.

The turtledove said, "Let me down, and I'll take you back!" ”