In desperate situations, some people will put all their hopes in the gods, because their gods seem to have blessed them.

And there are some people who have never received a response from the gods, so they ...... No other way!

Young Andy also had a dream of chasing the dust.

In his dreams, he was invincible under the guidance of the Star-Spangled Banner, smashing the Indians' fences with guns and cannons, and chasing the bare-bottomed Indians into a wolf.

But now, after he had prayed ten times, the 'blood demon' was slowly closing in on him.

Dominated by fear, Andy renounced his faith and jumped.

The beautiful dream of shooting the Indians with guns was gone, and he had to rely on his fists and teeth to scuffle with the 'blood demon'.

They bit each other's necks, sucked each other's blood, turned their fingers into daggers and plunged into each other's warm bodies, and turned their legs into nooses around each other's bodies......

They squeezed every ounce of their strength and wrapped themselves around each other so hard that neither dared to let go of their hands first.

It wasn't until after dawn that a vulture landed and separated them with its claws.

……

With his soldiers, Ikaruga took possession of Hamilton Manor, which had kept him hesitant for a long time.

The team rested there for half the night and the morning.

At noon, he decided to continue his march north.

The flag he had picked up in the darkness of the night last night was now indistinguishable in color and shape.

He handed the flag to the watermill in front of everyone.

"Come on, watermill, give your legion a resounding name!" Turtledove said solemnly.

"Me?" The watermill was taken aback!

"Yes, waterwheel!" Turtledove said. "You and your team have proven your bravery! Starting today, you will have your own structure! You will lead your legion to fight for the fate of our Indians! The glory that belongs to you will be passed down from generation to generation! ”

"I ...... I ......", the watermill was so excited that he couldn't help himself, and he was a little at a loss.

"Come on, watermill, give a resounding name to this legion that belongs to you!" Turtledove said again.

Just in front of the two of them, more than sixty Indian warriors stood up vigorously, looking at the turtledove with anxious eyes, looking at the waterwheel!

"Look, they're all waiting!" Turtledove said.

"That ......", the watermill thought and thought, and for a moment I don't know how many thoughts came to my heart. Finally, he blurted out: "Tonatiu! Turtledove, let's call it Tonatiu! ”

Tonatiu, in mythology, rules the sun.

Tonatiu has another meaning, in the Sierra Madre, everyone believes that the turtledove is the reincarnation of Tonatiu.

"Turtledove! You are Tonatiu! The Tonatius Legion will be your sword from now on, and you are the hilt of this sword! The watermill said excitedly.

"Okay, then it's called Tonatiu!" The turtledove handed the tattered flag to the waterwheel.

The watermill clenched the flagpole in its hand so hard that it almost bent backwards.

"From now on, you guys! It's Tonatiu! The turtledove turned to the group of upright soldiers.

"You are the sun! You are the light! You are the sword! You are the hope of the Indians! Turtledove said loudly.

"Tonatiu!" The watermill couldn't help but raise its fist, and everyone roared loudly.

Although there were only more than sixty people, the neat roar made even the horses neigh.

The peso found a golden rag and divided it into more than sixty pieces.

Each soldier dipped his own piece in his own blood and tied it to his hair.

The barns and hay fields of the manor were set on fire, and the red flames rose into the sky, reflecting the golden sun in the sky.

"To the north! Enter! ”

With the order of the turtledove, the Tonatius army began to rumble forward.

"Boom!" The powder magazine at Hamilton Manor also exploded in the firelight.

There were too many supplies in this supply area to take with them, so the turtledove destroyed it completely.

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The Eight Banners system once played a huge role in the process of establishing a tribe in turtledoves.

It quickly tied up the scattered Indians like a rope, allowing them to merge into the group involuntarily.

But that's all there is to the system.

If the purpose of the turtledove is simply to build a strong tribe and consolidate its rule, then this system is the best system.

However, this is the 19th century......

The Manchu Qing Dynasty could rely on this system to conquer the east and west, and finally break through the customs and enter the Dingding Shenzhou. This relies on a lot of luck and internal and external cooperation.

To replicate such a 'successful experience' on the American continent is tantamount to asking for a sword!

Just last night, after letting go of the more than 100 blind people, Ikaruga made up his mind that he should gradually give up the 'Eight Banners'.

Of course, the whole name of the soldier must continue, but the establishment of a professional legion is also something that has to be done. We can't wait!

In a word, this is the 19th century!

The militia in North America is still on the way to semi-professionalization, but professionalism is an irreversible trend.

The flesh and blood courage of the Indians can be one or two!

If you want to really make waves on this continent, you must have an elite force that can fight at any time.

If the inertia of history remains, two years from now, there will be an earth-shattering upheaval on the Texas-Mexico border.

This drastic change will lay the foundation for the geopolitical pattern of the American continent for hundreds of years to come!

Mexico will lose half of its land, and Texas will be annexed to the American Commonwealth, along with California, Oregon, and Wyoming in the north...... It became an inherent territory of the United States. From the Atlantic to the Pacific, the United States will never again be plagued by foreign enemies.

What about the Indians?

In the original history, there was no Indian. It's as if they never existed here.

Turtledove hopes that by that time, he will have the strength to flip the chessboard.

In all the plans of the turtledove, the establishment of a tribe just to be able to survive has nothing to do with whether or not to lift the chessboard. He doesn't even have the qualifications to be a chess piece, what kind of chessboard is he talking about?

And now, he has finally established the first legion and will lead it north.

This is the first step for him to truly participate in this game of life and death.

Although this legion came in such a hurry, even he did not expect it.

Although this legion now has only sixty-three people, only thirteen horses.

However, he still resolutely chose to go north, instead of taking it when he saw it, and hurried back to the mountains and forests of Madre.

Not because of anything else.

Just for, this is his best stud chance!

Every war of the turtledove tribe is a stud battle, not because he likes to gamble, but because he can only gamble like this. Who doesn't want to sit firmly on the Diaoyutai and laugh at the ruins of the tree?

After more than a year in the forests of Madre, he has created victory after victory, but until now, he still has no other chips except for his life!