This was the first sunny day that the furious wind had seen since the Northern Expedition.

Under the blue sky, his team slowed down, deep and shallow, in the mud that had not yet dried.

At this time, the furious wind, his hair and beard grew crazy and long, and his rain-soaked clothes were taken off by him and tied around his waist, revealing a body of black and iron muscles.

Cow dung was reluctant to ride a horse, so he jumped off his horse, and as he went, he put his arm around his horse's head, not knowing what he was saying.

A horse came running up from behind.

"Chief, the people behind can't keep up!"

Fury's head, which had been hanging down, suddenly lifted up. "Can't keep up? If they can't keep up, it's death, why can't they keep up? ”

"Chief," the knight looked scorched, as if he had just been ill. "They really can't run!"

"If you can't run, you have to run!" The angry wind roared loudly: "I took them all the way, didn't I just want to give them a way to live? We've already run here, so why can't we just grit our teeth and continue to run for a while? ”

"Yes, Chief! But ......," said the knight, bowing his head, "they really ...... I can't run anymore! ”

"You go and whip them!" Furious Wind snapped.

"Pumped."

"Then put a knife on their necks!"

"I've already killed someone, Chief!" The knight drew his iron sword and sent it to Furywind. Fury Wind saw that his blade had curled up, and the specks of blood on the gap could not be washed away, showing lumps of jet-black.

"Then go and tie them up and drag them along! Carry them away! Carry them away! Fury rose from his horse, snatched the knight's iron sword, snapped it in half with a thud, and threw it on the ground.

Blood was dripping from the mouth of the furious wind, but he felt no pain at all.

Pointing only at the knight:

"Let them follow me, as long as they run fast, at least there is a way to live! Once entangled by that white army, you can only have your head cut off, your scalp peeled, marinated into strips of meat, and piled up into a mountain of bones! Are they willing to die like that? ”

Fufeng's fingers trembled, pointing to the blue sky above his head: "Python, I can't let them all die, you know? ”

"I know, Chief." The Indian, whose face was charred and whose name was 'Python', bowed his head and replied.

"Nope! You don't know! Fury said fiercely, "You blame me in your heart, don't you? Like them, you complain about me in your heart, don't you? ”

"No, Chief." The python replied in a low voice.

Fury Wind probably didn't hear the voice of the python that was close at a distance, and continued to say loudly, "You are all blaming me! You blame me for gathering you together, but not daring to fight the whites! You blame me for leaving one companion after another, but you don't dare to avenge them! You're blaming me for running north and not daring to turn back and fight the whites! ”

"You call me a coward in your heart, I can hear it, python!"

"Those old and weak women and children who I left behind, they cursed me before they died, I can hear it, python!"

"Even the heavens are punishing me, it rains so me that we can't run, we are tired and hungry! I can hear the thunder and lightning, python! ”

The angry wind shouted hoarsely, pointing his blood-dripping left hand at the frightened tribesmen in front of him, his chest rising and falling violently.

"However, I don't regret it!"

Fury said through gritted teeth.

"If you scold me, then scold! You guys aren't scary! I've been scolded by anyone, I've been scolded by everything, I don't care! I'm not afraid! ”

"Those old and weak women and children, those who have been left behind by me, they curse me, then curse! I'm not afraid! ”

"Thunder and lightning and torrential rain from heaven, let it fall! Thunderstorm let it fall! It can't kill me! The rain can't wash me away! It's not scary! I'm not afraid! ”

"What am I afraid of? Python! Cow dung! Mole! Tell me, what am I afraid of? ”

Fury Wind bit out blood from his lips, and red blood flowed from his lips, and he raised his hand to wipe it away. But he let the blood from the tiger's mouth smear his face.

"What the hell am I afraid of, do you know?"

"I'm afraid you're all dead! I'm afraid that our Apache race will all be wiped out! The fury roared.

"I bend my knees to the whites, I bend to the whites, I don't care! I'm murderous, I'm ruthless, I don't care! I just want you to live! Even if you are half dead, at least half of you will survive! Our ancestors have lived in this great wilderness for thousands of years, and they cannot be in my hands and let you be exterminated like bison! ”

"We're going to be exterminated! We're going to be exterminated! The furious wind roared angrily, one voice higher than the other.

"You complain that I have gathered you together, but if you are allowed to scatter you in that wasteland, you all will die! Dead! ”

Everyone looked at him in shock, not knowing how to answer.

They had never seen Fury Wind lose his temper like this.

In the past, when facing his clansmen, whips and knives and guns were his most common means of persuasion, and even if he piled up the bones of his clansmen into a hill with his own hands, he would never frown.

When facing white people, he can switch to groveling in the blink of an eye, like a natural coward.

He has never been, such a hysterical look.

But today, the fury ......

Everyone could feel the desperation revealed in the seemingly powerful roar of the angry wind.

But what is extinction? There was confusion in their eyes.

They couldn't understand what Fury was saying, all they knew was that the chief was angry......

"You ......," Fury Wind took his hand and pointed at him one by one.

His gaze darkened: "Yes, you're right! It's my anger that I don't have the ability! I can't beat those white people! I'm afraid of those white people! I'm taking you with me...... You can only escape, you can only escape...... I can only run away from ......"

Fury's voice trembled, and he wiped his face with his bloody hand.

When he looked at the python again, his gaze became resolute and vicious again.

"When you get to the north, you want to change the chief, whatever you want! But here I am your chieftain! I don't allow anyone, don't listen to my orders! ”

"If you can't run, you go and tell them that as long as there is still a breath, you must get up and run with me! Even if it is to run to death, it is better than to fall into the hands of white people! Even if you climb like a dog, you have to follow the team to the north! ”

Fury gasped hard.

The python lowered its head and fiddled with the horse's head, ready to turn backwards.

Then he heard the angry wind whispering to himself, "When we left the river Conchos, we had 30,000 men." I thought that even if 10,000 people died, I would be able to get at least 20,000 people out of here alive! Later, I fled all the way north, and it was raining heavily even every day, and I thought that even if 20,000 people died, I could at least survive 10,000 people......"

Fury didn't go any further.

The python rode to the rear.

Cow dung rubbed his face against the horse's head and played with the horse.

This 'Northern Expedition', cow dung doesn't know where it ends. He didn't ask Fury either.

Maybe in the end, Niu Dung thinks that only 500 people will survive at most, and 500 people will be considered good.

But so what?

Does it matter where the destination is? Does it matter how many people die?

On this continent, it is said that there were 70 million bison, but now? Even the bison are dying extinct, and cow dung is nothing!