The guards along the way led the way for the turtledove, and finally they came to a room in the south corridor on the second floor.

This is the school's principal's office, and sturgeon and smoked fish have never been here.

As soon as he entered the room, his eyes were drawn to a large candlestick.

The candlestick hung upside down from the ceiling, the size of a table. There were so many huge candles lit on it that the dancing flames were like twinkling stars, and the sturgeon and smoked fish were too many to count.

The room was as bright as daytime.

The ground was covered with a carpet, and walking on it was like stepping on a cloud, and the sturgeon and smoked fish deliberately slowed down for fear of breaking the carpet.

Silver knives and forks sat on the table, and a bottle of red wine was poured on the table, the red liquor staining the white cloth like blood.

A bald old man was now hunched on the table, holding a fork with a piece of cheese on it.

The turtledove walked over and pushed the old man to the ground, making a 'winter' sound.

Sturgeon and Smokefish looked down and saw the balding old man, the headmaster of the school, with his neck split and his head and body connected in an obtuse angle.

The smell of blood wafted through the air.

Right next to the corpse, several people randomly found a place to sit down. In order to be comfortable, the water cup stepped on the bald old man as a stepping stone, and Erlang's legs swayed.

"Sturgeon and smoked fish, are you hungry?" Turtledove asked.

He picked up the golden cake on the table, along with the red-colored steak with tomato sauce, and handed it to the sturgeon and smoked fish.

The sturgeon and smoked fish wanted to say that they were not hungry, but when they saw the turtle dove stuffed a piece in their mouths, he ate it with him.

"Red Cloud, don't be so nervous!" Turtledove said to the strange man who had never seen a sturgeon or smoked fish: "For people like us, killing and being killed is just a daily routine!" ”

The sturgeon and smoked fish only then learned that the stranger's name was 'Red Cloud'.

What a strange name!

……

"Turtledove!" Hongyun poured the half-opened bottle of wine into his mouth, and then let out a big breath and said, "Before you invited me to come with you, I never thought that it would be like this! ”

Turtledove smiled.

"I thought it might not be as good as it was – but I never imagined it would be like this! If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it! Is...... How could there be such a vicious thing in this world! I rub! ”

Hongyun pinched the empty bottle in his hand, and with a 'snap', he actually crushed it alive.

The glass pierced into his palm, and he just raised his hand and stared in amazement, letting his blood drip to the ground.

"Actually, the situation of the Sioux is quite good." Turtledove said, "The Apache people in the south, if you don't count those in my tribe, are basically all extinct! ”

"Turtledove!" Red Cloud turned his head and said to the turtledove, "You don't need to say any more! I'm definitely rooting for you! Anything that wants to fight against whites, I support it! It's just that the Oglara tribe is not up to me now! My father is the chief! ”

"With your support, I am very satisfied!" "Your father is a gentle elder, and he has his own considerations, and it may not be all wrong. But we young people should have our own ideas, our destiny, and we should make our own decisions! You say yes, right? ”

At first, Hongyun heard the turtledove praise his father, and he was a little unconvinced. But when I heard the turtledove say, 'Your own destiny is in your own hands,' and her expression suddenly became excited. This sentence simply spoke to his heart.

"That's right, turtledove, you're so well said! People like my father are just too stubborn! The white people have already been killed at the doorstep, and he is still thinking about how to compromise and seek perfection! Look at this great plain, which used to be full of pastures of our Sioux people, and now? East of the Missouri River, there is not an inch of land left for us! My father was just too weak! It's too weak! Hongyun said as he clenched his fists tightly.

"I think the same as you, Red Cloud! Everyone here is the same young person! Why should we rebel against whites? I just can't bear to see the land passed down from generation to generation, so I give it to white people! Once upon a time, the Sioux were the rulers of the Great Plains, but now? You see, even your holy mountain is defiled by the sins of the white man! ”

"Rub!" Red Cloud slammed his fist on the table.

Turtledove didn't mention today's stubble, but when he mentioned it, Hongyun felt like he was going crazy.

It took a while before I could barely calm down again.

"Don't worry, turtledove, I'll go and convince my father!" Hongyun said, "Look, in his hands, he should really be ashamed to make a good end of the Oglara tribe like this!" Don't worry, I'll convince him! ”

……

Hongyun is eighteen years old this year, which is the age of a young man's blood and strength.

He has always scoffed at what his old father did. Even at home, the father and son often quarreled, and sometimes even fought.

Of course, in the end, Hongyun will always deliberately let his father hit twice to dissipate his anger. But that doesn't mean he's capitulated.

On the contrary, he felt that his father was drifting away from failure.

The old man in his fifties is already old, and the ambitions of his youth are long gone.

However, the old man didn't want to think about it, there were still thousands of people in the Oglala tribe, and everyone couldn't wait to die like him, right?

How many Sioux people still have them? Will they all be like other tribes, slowly moving towards destruction in poverty and migration?

The old man is stubborn and short-sighted!

The wolf king, who used to gallop on the Great Plains, has long lost his ambitions! I didn't even dare to shout at the moon occasionally, for fear of attracting enemies in the dark night!

A few days ago, Hongyun and his father had another fierce quarrel, and Hongyun said to him in a fit of anger:

"Give me a horse, I'll go live somewhere else, and I'm sure my people will live better than you have now!" Ten times better! ”

After saying this, Hongyun was beaten again. The old man discounted a birch branch.

"Little bunny, you've grown up, haven't you? The wings are stiff, aren't they? I'm telling you, you can only stay by Lao Tzu's side for the rest of your life, and don't think about going anywhere! ”

Red Cloud turned around and ran out.

"Where are you going? Come back! You give Lao Tzu back! The old man panted behind him with a twig.

"You can't take care of it!" Red Cloud didn't look back and ran up Mount Brak.

He met the turtledove halfway up the hill of Mount Braque, where the men and horses of the Tonatiu regiment were escorting the turtledove as they walked up the mountain.

Hongyun was stunned when he saw it!

He had never seen an Indian with such faithful affection. The soldiers guarded the turtledove as if they were guarding a king—no, even more solemn than the king!

Guns are like forests, knives are like clouds.

The eyes are like torches, and the strictness is like iron.

Hongyun looked at it blankly for a while, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: As a chief, you should be like this!

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