The turtledove looked at the beaver in a daze, and for a moment, he was speechless.

He doesn't think he's a man who sees things well, is wise and intelligent. If you really have this ability, there is no reason why you can't get ahead in such a stable environment in your previous life.

Since the crossing, the reason why a tribe can be pulled, and that tribe is still impressive. It is nothing more than the reason for the knowledge that occupies 200 years ahead.

Perhaps in the big strategic direction, he can't go wrong.

But in the process of implementing the strategy, it is difficult for him to ensure that he does not go wrong.

With a drawing of the spiral staircase, he might actually make a hole in the wall.

Based on this self-knowledge, he has always rarely interfered in specific matters within the tribe. To put it nicely, it is called giving full play to the subjective initiative of the Indians themselves, and if it is not good, then it means that he actually does not understand anything!

Jumping out of the Sierra Madre to open a second base, this strategy is certainly no problem.

But how to do this second base, in fact, he is also beating drums in his heart.

Since arriving at Bulak Hill and seizing the Carlisle Industrial School, everything has been uneventful. He vaguely felt in his heart, it didn't seem to be so smooth, right?

But there is a hint of luck, what if it really goes so well?

People are always willing to believe in what is in their own interest. For example, the stock will definitely rise tomorrow, the boss will definitely increase his salary next year, and that person likes me......

Well, the turtledove also felt that as long as the Sioux were united, the whites would not dare to fight themselves!

It wasn't until the beaver appeared in front of him and pierced the window paper mercilessly that he finally knew where the faint uneasiness in his heart came from.

- Just because the white army hasn't come doesn't mean they will never come!

- His enemy is a team accustomed to bullying the weak and outnumbering the outnumbered. Maybe at this moment, somewhere he didn't know, there was a team that could crush everything!

- Either the enemy will not come, or if he comes, it will be a thunderous force!

- And himself, like a child who covers his eyes and hides from the cat, closes his eyes and it is dark, thinking that others can't see him.

That's right, although he repeatedly estimated the difficulty of this task, he still unconsciously underestimated the difficulty in his heart.

How can it be a 'simple task'?

How could a white man give him this moment?

When his factory smoked for the first time, it was definitely when a white man's shell fell on his head.

Even if he persuaded the Oglara tribe, and even the entire Seven-Colored Flame Council to support him, all these actions could only be regarded as fists and legs in front of the state apparatus of the American Federation!

Tactical victory cannot hide strategic fatigue.

Like the Horde's series of wars outside the Sierra Madre, he won an unprecedented victory, absorbing more than 10,000 of Fury's remnants. Such a victory can be called a 'big victory'.

But the end result was that the Apache disappeared from the vast wasteland of the Rio Grande Valley.

If such a victory were to happen again, the Sioux would probably disappear too!

Maybe the turtledove tribe will become more 'powerful' because of this, but this 'strong' has no meaning. The fat hare could no longer beat the gray wolf.

A few more times such a 'victory', all the Indians would have to be driven into the Pacific Ocean!

The beaver says that he 'will never have the right time', presumably trying to incite the turtledove to avenge Victorio.

But one thing the beaver is not wrong about is that the 'timing' that the turtle dove is waiting for is just a trap that looks perfect!

The so-called Taoguang is just deceiving himself!

……

"Beaver, you said earlier that the best thing is to fight with stratagem, the second is to fight with diplomacy, and the worst is to fight with soldiers. Tell me, how should I stratagop this battle? The turtledove leaned forward and touched the water glass on the table, which he did not notice.

"You want a peaceful opportunity, and white people won't give it to you!" "But you can grab it at this time!" ”

"How to grab it?"

"In the shortest possible time, all the white troops west of the Missouri River were swept away. Before they organize an army to come over the next time, this is the time you want! ”

"How do you clean it?"

"Raise this flag and tell all the Indians to start fighting immediately!" Beaver said.

"Uh...... Will they listen? ”

"When you raise this flag, they will listen!" Beaver said. "And, until your next defeat, they'll always listen!"

Turtledove understands that the beaver, an old liar, wants to make himself a stud and avenge Victorio!

However, how can Turtledove refuse such a deception?

Before, he took his life and all the belongings of the turtledove tribe to do a stud with the enemy in the south!

And this time, he needed to put the entire Sioux tribe, even his original tribe in the south, as a bargaining chip on the table of fate.

"Don't you want to meet O'Gerala?" The beaver sneered and said, "When you raise this flag, Oglala will come to see you in person!" ”

"Why?"

"You raised this banner in his territory, and he will either come to fight you or join you! He had to make a choice. ”

The turtledove's body is shocked!

The beaver's 'scheme' is to dig a hole in front of Oglara openly, and he will either jump himself or kick him down.

"Beaver, beaver!" Turtledove shook his head, "You old bastard! ”

"Hehe, less than one ten-thousandth of you!" The beaver sneered.

……

Peace is never given by the enemy, nor is it something that comes from one's own luck.

The fact that I can drink coffee on the windowsill in peace every morning is because of the thousands of bullets fired in yesterday's struggle.

It's like the peace of the Madre Hill Forest tribe now. As the founder of this 'peace', Ikaruga almost forgot this truth.

It was the day after the beaver came to White Rock Fort.

Early in the morning, a black flag was raised at the top of the mountain.

Three hundred soldiers of the Tonatius Legion, neatly lined up under the flag, raised their guns in their hands, and fired three rounds into the sky.

The sound of gunfire echoed through the valley.

The scouts ran in all directions, carrying the news that the rebels had set up camp on Mount Braque.

The beaver himself presided over Victorio's funeral - he had no physical remains, and his body is still crucified in the Sila Desert.

According to Apache tradition, the beaver stuck the feathers of a mountain eagle in Victorio's grave.

The golden granite tombstone bears an epitaph inscribed by Ikaruga himself:

"This is our land, and this is where we are buried!" (*Note*)

The remaining students of Carlisle Technical School placed the white flowers picked on the mountain on his tombstone.

Little Andre recited the last assignment assigned by the turtledove to this stranger, who he had never heard of, in front of this stranger:

"What am I reading for?"

"My name is Andre and I'm a student at Carlisle Indian Industrial School!"

"I forgot what my original name was, maybe it was mulberry or corn or something. I forgot. ”

"I want to be a doctor in the future so that I can see my mom and dad and many other children."

"I want to invent a medicine that can heal immediately after bleeding and injury, and it doesn't taste bitter, just a little bit is enough."

"Ahh

"How I want to make this dream come true!"