"Then let me be bitten to death by a thousand snakes!" The beaver sneered and said.

"Good!"

The turtledove immediately agreed.

And shouted to the house: "Sturgeon and smoked fish, go to the back mountain to dig a big hole, catch a thousand snakes and put them in, set aside!" ”

Hearing this, the beaver twitched his cheek.

……

There is never a sure thing in this world, even if you think you are foolproof, but when things come, there will always be such and such changes.

The big hole in the back mountain was dug overnight by sturgeon and smoked fish, which had nothing to do.

By the time dawn came, the big hole had already been thrown into a whole bunch of disgusting stuff of colorful colors. A thousand is an exaggeration, but there are still a hundred.

The turtledove passed by with the beaver and said only two words to him:

"Day one!"

The beaver gritted his teeth and followed the turtledove.

"No wonder people outside say that you are not only a murderous demon king, but also a vicious and cruel tyrant!"

On this day they waited from sunrise to sunset, and Oglara did not come.

Red Cloud seemed to have forgotten what had happened that day, and he got so drunk that he didn't seem to remember anything anymore.

Ikaruga did not force him to return to the tribe to 'inherit' the chieftaincy, which allowed him to completely let go of the burden in his heart.

Now, he was testing his strength with the soldiers of the Tonatiu Legion who remained behind.

They found a table, and Red Cloud sat on one side of it, and let the soldiers of Tornathiu compete with him one by one!

Those scrawny soldiers, there are opponents for him, the well-nourished and wild 'second generation'.

After he won ten games in a row, the soldiers regarded him as a god, and the voices of applause and admiration were endless.

Later, he even began to challenge the feat of being one against two!

And he won again!

"It's not me who blows-"

Under the coaxing of the surrounding crowd, Hongyun stood up a little carried away, one foot on the bench, and a thumbs up in his hand towards him.

"——In this great plain, when it comes to wrestling wrists, no one dares to say that no one dares to say that the first is the first!"

The turtledove walked right behind him.

"Hongyun, you are so powerful, does your father know?" The turtledove kicked the stool at his feet, and Red Cloud nearly fell to the ground.

Hongyun was furious, screamed in his mouth, clenched his fists and turned around to beat people.

When he looked back, it was a turtledove, and he released his fist stupidly, grabbed the back of his head, stalked his neck, and burst out of his mouth: "My father can't break me!" ”

The turtledove was stunned, why are these two stunned people so rigid?

"Cut!" But it was the beaver who sneered, "What kind of skill do you have in this nest, you have the ability to fight with white people?" I've heard there's a gladiatorial arena in Fort Laramie, and you have what it takes to fight there and beat all those white guys down! ”

"Yes!" "Go hit the whites!" "them, Red Cloud!"

The soldiers all around shouted loudly.

In their eyes, Hongyun is infinitely powerful, agile, and strong.

These poor soldiers who ran out of the forests of the Sierra Madre have never seen such a powerful warrior as Red Cloud!

Although the turtledove tribe is a melting pot, where tribes from all over the world gather, among whom there are not one thousand but eight hundred people who call themselves 'warriors', but in their hearts, they all put gold on their faces.

They are neither as tall nor as strong as the Red Cloud, nor as well as the Red Cloud, and they do not eat as well as the Red Cloud.

And Hongyun's body seemed to have a warrior aura, and his eyes swept away, and the person who looked at him felt three points shorter.

"The whites say we Indians are waste, Red Cloud, you go and teach them a lesson!" One soldier said.

"Red Cloud, if you can go to Fort Laramie and get back a gold belt, I will serve you in the future!"

"Red Cloud, if you dare to go to Fort Laramie, I'll accompany you!"

In the midst of everyone's gossip, Hongyun slammed his fist on the table, and with a bang, all the voices were suppressed.

"Okay, isn't it just a fight? Who was Lao Tzu afraid of? ”

With that, Hongyun glanced at the beaver defiantly and snorted coldly.

He said that he would go, and he would not take the right path, but he climbed over the wall, and from the rocky cliff, the rabbit jumped down the mountain after a few falls.

Neither does the turtledove block, nor does it stop it.

"Ikaruga will go with you, right?" One soldier said.

The turtledove was still hesitating, but he heard the soldier say, "If Hongyun loses, I will pick up his bones." If he wins, hey, the whole world knows that white people can't beat us Indians! ”

"Go ahead!" Turtledove smiled and said.

He pointed at two more people, "Squirrel, you three go!" ”

"Okay, turtledove!"

The three soldiers put their guns on their backs, grabbed a few black flour cakes from their companions' pockets, and quickly chased the red clouds down the mountain.

……

"Your soldiers are a little different from Victor's."

After returning to the turtledove's office, the beaver said to the turtledove.

"What's the difference?"

"Victor's soldiers also regard death as home, but in their bodies, you can't see such a lively blood!" Beaver said.

"That's not blood, beaver!" Turtledove smiled and said, "That's called optimism!" ”

"I hope this optimism can always be with them!" Beaver said.

"I hope you'll be optimistic, too, Beaver." The turtledove poured a cup of hot water for the beaver and handed it to him, "It's only the first day!" ”

On the top of Brack Hill, the black rebel flag flutters alone.

The kind of beaver said before, as soon as the black flag was raised, the magnificent scene of the army gathering did not come.

On the contrary, with Baishi Fort as the center, within a radius of thirty kilometers, it suddenly became quiet.

The grazing Sioux drove their cattle and sheep away from here, and even the goshawks in the sky rose in height as they passed by.

It's as if there's a terrible demon living here.

"Have you figured out what to do with Fremont?" Beaver asked. He felt that it was a topic that he could handle with turtledoves.

Sure enough, the turtledove's face became ugly.

"Fremont, it's better than I thought!" Turtledove said.

The information gathered by the crescent moon is getting richer and richer.

A new image of John Fremont is taking shape in Turtledove's mind.

For some reason, when the name Fremont is mentioned, the turtledove always thinks of the little yellow fur named Neville Crockett to the south.

He felt that Fremont and Little Yellow Fur should be the same kind of people.

That little yellow hair, now the uncrowned king of Texas, under his manipulation, Mexico is now divided into 8 pieces!

The legendary president of history, Santa Anna, is one of them;

Turtledove's 'cousin' Juarez is one of them;

Jerónimo is 1 of them;

There were still 'Antonio' and Mariano and the like, and the turtledoves couldn't remember so many names - it was useless to remember, maybe they were a character last month, and the next month they were dead on the streets.

It is worth mentioning that the Bustamante, who betrayed Fury, was killed by his loyal subordinate, Mata Moros, on the third day of entering the King's Palace!

According to the news I read in the newspapers, in distant Europe, at this time, there was a big man named 'Ferdinand Maximilian Joseph von Habsburg Lorraine', who was also sailing to Mexico on a steamer.

Just listening to his illustrious family name made Turtledove feel a headache.

If he remembers correctly, Mexico, your emperor is back!

- Alas, if that John Fremont was as good as Little Yellow Fur, Turtledove really didn't know how to face such an opponent!

"Be optimistic, turtledove!" The beaver teased, "It's only the first month!" ”

The beaver felt like he had pulled the game back.

He loved to look at the turtledove's dull and lost appearance - since Victorio's death, he had come to hate the turtledove who seemed to be omnipotent and liked to laugh wildly!