Since the turtledove was born, no one has ever said 'sorry' to him, whether it is the turtle dove in the previous life or the turtle dove in this body!

All the suffering he had suffered, everyone took for granted.

In this body, he has been displaced since he was a child, and both parents died. He wore a collar and chains heavier than his weight around his neck, and was driven around day and night like a cow and a horse—no one ever said 'I'm sorry' to him, because they thought, 'Well, what do you want to do so much as an Indian?' Look at Uncle Black, is he worse than you? ’

In this body, he often woke up in the middle of the night, his pillow soaked. He felt that he could not sleep without the sound of gunfire in his ears, that there was no smell of blood between his noses, that the air was not fresh enough, and that it was an unprecedented surprise to see a man without scars - no one had ever said 'sorry' to him, because everyone took it for granted, 'Isn't this your fate?' ’

I don't know when it became a natural virtue to struggle with suffering.

Whether it is in his previous life or in this body, it is as if this is his destiny!

Now, suddenly, he heard a stranger he had never met before, and he actually said 'sorry' to him, like a sledgehammer, smashing the lock of his heart that was not strong.

People should all be the same, right?

Who is inferior to the other who is born as a human being?

- 'Because I don't believe in fate!' I don't believe that Indians don't deserve to live! I don't believe that Indians are beasts! I don't believe that the Indians have their blood on their bodies! I don't believe that black eyes and yellow skin are the devil! I don't believe we can't break this chain! I don't believe we were born to be damned sinners! ’

- 'I'm sorry, you should have lived a peaceful and happy life, you shouldn't have struggled desperately to live like us. My generation should have driven whites out of our homes and left you with a peaceful, stable life. But we didn't do a good job, and we have to let you continue to suffer such grievances and pains! ’

Victorio!

Victorio!

The turtledove clenched his fists and sat down slowly.

……

"Turtledove, Victorio is dead! Do you know where you're wrong? ”

Beaver, asked for the third time.

The turtledove rubbed the wings of his nose, which was a little sour.

"Thank you, beaver, for letting me hear a very touching story!"

Turtledove let out a long sigh and said, "But if I had to choose again, my choice would not change. ”

The beaver didn't speak, just looked at him in a daze.

"He's great!"

"I'm ashamed that I couldn't save him. However, I didn't do anything wrong! If you have to think I'm doing something wrong, you're wrong! Turtledove said.

The beaver turned his head away and looked out the window.

In the open space outside the window, the Tonatiu regiment was getting ready to go.

All this time had passed, and they were still standing there like logs, unmoving.

"I'm not wrong!" Beaver said.

Then he turned his head and looked at the turtledove. Word for word: "I'm not wrong!" ”

He and the turtledove confronted each other like two red-eyed bulls, and neither of them would turn around.

"All right, beaver! Where are you going next? Turtledove asked. He changed the subject.

- Victorio is dead, let this argument go with the wind!

- Thank you, Victor!

- If your soul can hear it, I want to say to you: Thank you!

- Leave the rest to me!

The beaver picked up the glass of water on the table and took a sip on his lips.

Despite his thirst, he hadn't gulped a glass of water since he left Victorio.

He didn't eat in big gulps either.

Even in the harsh winter of last year, he trudged through the wind and snow, still barefoot.

He led a lean horse, but he never rode it.

A fire burned in his heart, projected through his child's hole. Only the pain all the time can keep the flame in his heart from being extinguished.

"The only place I'll probably go to in the future is Hell!" Beaver said.

The beaver removed the package from his back and took out a musty strip of cloth from it.

Upon unfolding, the turtledove discovered that it was a flag that had been shattered to the point where it could not be seen in its original shape.

"This is the banner of the Resistance, on which Victor's blood is soaked and the souls of countless Rebels roar on it. Turtledove, do you dare, on your camp, raise it? Beaver asked.

The turtledove slowly reached out and grabbed the corner of the flag.

"Beaver, I can raise it, but not now! Right now...... It's not time for me to be strong enough to take on such a heavy responsibility......"

When this flag is raised on Mount Braque, it is conceivable that eyes will be on it from all directions.

Whether it is an Indian who is willing to resist or an Indian who is unwilling to resist, in their minds, this will become the base camp of the rebels!

Whether it's Zachary Taylor in the south bent on annexing Mexico, or John Fremont bent on taking California in the north, they will have to adjust their goals and see this as a fortress they have to take!

Just last week, Turtledove also told the watermill and others that he wanted to use about two years to develop quietly here, and when the time was ripe, he would raise troops to go south and profit from the Mexican-American War!

However, as long as this banner is raised, it is impossible for his plan to succeed again!

"Timing? Turtledove, do you think you have any more time? The beaver sneered and said.

"You want to make a fortune quietly, you want to build a city here quietly, you want to cannibalize the Sioux step by step...... Do you think no one has seen these tricks of yours? ”

"If you really want to do this, you'll soon find yourself in the mire!"

"In the end, the turtledove with a sharp edge will gradually become a mediocre person who does nothing! Your so-called Taoguang is just an excuse for not being brave enough! Your suit will be your chain! You'll end up with either being a Seminolean clown in the White House circus, or you'll be the next Victor! ”

The turtledove frowned and looked at the beaver.

"Idove, I'm sorry to tell you that you don't have the timing! There will never be! If you just wait quietly, you will never get a chance to raise this flag! ”

"If you don't have the courage to go against the sky—"

"Then give me back this flag, and let me take it to the top of Mount Braque, and let it drift with my soul to hell!"