In the early morning, the noise finally died down.

Carlisle - no, Whitestone Castle - no, Whitestone City, finally came to a rare quiet.

The beaver stared at the red and swollen eyes in front of the turtledove.

"Aren't you afraid that you will be exhausted to death?" Beaver asked.

Turtledove shook his head. "Just get used to it!"

"I don't need you to remind me, I know it's the third day!" Beaver said.

"So you're ready to be bitten to death by a thousand snakes?" Turtledove said.

"It doesn't matter!" The beaver sneered, "I've fulfilled Victor's last wish, and I can die as much as I want." ”

"What is Victor's last wish?" Turtledove asked.

The beaver looked at the flag on the top of Mount Brak and didn't bother to answer.

"Did you sprinkle his blood all over the forests of Madre?" The turtledove sat down at the table and divided a piece of corn tortilla in half and gave half to the beaver. "Or, smear his blood on the top of the mountain, so that his soul may not rest, and curse the white man day and night?" ”

The beaver sat down silently, staring at the tortilla in front of him in a daze.

"I haven't met Victor or heard him speak, but I know him better than you do!" Turtledove said: "His last wish is by no means what you say!" ”

"What is it?"

"He wants to see the Indians take back their land! He wants to see us all live like white people! He wanted to see the Indians' own factories, their own farmlands, their own armies, their own—"

"Hahaha!" The beaver laughed and set the half of the pie aside.

He hasn't eaten since yesterday.

Until now, he still had the same appearance as when he first came to White Rock City, barefoot and covered with his hair.

Last night he wanted to quietly think about his life, but the constant noise of the night completely disturbed his inner peace.

"What, you don't believe it?" Turtledove asked.

"I believe it!" Beaver said, "Who doesn't want to have a good life? ”

"And what are you laughing at?"

"I laugh at you for not being able to do anything, turtledove! You see, it's the third day, and Oglara still hasn't come. Beaver said.

"Isn't that your idea?"

"That means I'm wrong, turtledove!" Beaver sighed, "I've had hope for them countless times, but never once have they not let me down. I was wrong, turtledove, I can't do it! Victorio can't do it, you can't do it, no one can! ”

"I can do it, beaver!"

"You can't do it, turtledove!"

"Eat something, beaver." The turtledove brought the half of the tortilla to the beaver again, and said, "You have to live to see if I can do it, right?" ”

Just a short time after the turtledove had breakfast, the sound of clanging stones sounded again at the foot of the White Rock Castle Mountain.

Let the beaver only feel bored.

More painful than being bitten by a thousand snakes.

……

At noon, a fast horse came galloping from a distance.

As soon as he reached the bottom of the mountain, the knight shouted to the mountain, "Turtledove! Turtle dove! ”

"What's wrong?" The turtledove stood on the balcony and shouted down the mountain.

"Victory! We're victorious! The knight shouted.

He was exhausted and panting, but he still ran up the hill and shouted: "The watermill crosses the Yellowstone, breaks through Van Jonesburg, and kills sixty of them!" ”

When the turtledove heard this, he laughed loudly, and hurried downstairs to meet the knight.

When the turtledove rushed impatiently to the mountainside, he saw that the knight was surrounded by a crowd of people.

Some had pickaxes in their hands, some wore aprons around their waists, and some wore fire-burned hair...... Seeing the turtledove, these people were even more eager than the knight who sent the message, and they all shouted at the turtledove.

"Icardove, we've won!"

"Turtledove, I think this guy is just good, and he won the battle as soon as he went out!"

"Turtledove, I heard that the waterwheel killed more than 100 people!"

The turtledove had to squeeze in from the crowd of gossips.

When the messenger saw the turtledove, he was so excited that a tiger pounced and grabbed the turtledove's hand, "Victory, turtledove!" We've won! ”

Turtledove felt his hands tremble.

"Good! Good! Good! ”

The turtledove pulled him and sat down on a random rock.

The peso, who had come out of the way, handed the messenger the kettle and meatloaf in his hand, and he poured himself a sigh of air, swallowing the meatloaf so much that he rolled his eyes.

"Turtledove!" The messenger puffed up his mouth and said:

"The watermill took people across the Yellowstone River, and before they went far, the watermill said that there must be a white military camp to the west, and we don't know how he found out, we just ran after him!"

"It was night when we ran over, and we didn't have a rest or anything, so we rushed straight there!"

"Hey, the white guys in that barracks are doing some kind of party, and we didn't even notice when we rushed closer!"

"I followed the waterwheel. At that time, there was no time to talk about any front, and everyone rushed in and killed indiscriminately! The white men were so drunk that one guy met us and asked if we were here to deliver wine! ”

"Haha, I said, there is no wine, do you want to have a lead? Guess what the white man said? ”

"Haha, the white man said...... The white man said...... He asked for another pint...... Ha ha! ”

The messenger spoke funny, and everyone around him laughed along.

The story lasted for half an hour before Ikaruga dispersed the crowd and led the messenger back to his office.

"Where is the watermill now?" Turtledove asked.

There were a lot of people outside just now, and he couldn't ask about these things. Now back in his office, he was going to ask a little more detail.

"When I was arraigned, he went north with his men!" The messenger said.

North?

Turtledove looked at the map, and there was no military camp to the north, except for a mixed white and Indian settlement—

"Then how do you go to him?" Turtledove asked.

The messenger is not a waste that is thrown away once used, and he has to contact the waterwheel again.

"When I came back, the watermill told me that if I went back tomorrow, let me go to Carl Vincentburg to find him!"

Fort Carl Vincent, which was the first objective of the original battle plan.

It's on the east bank of the Yellowstone River, but the watermill is apparently still on the west bank now.

Ikaruga decided not to think about these details.

"When you see the waterwheel, you tell him, fight hard! We're all waiting for him! ”

"Okay, turtledove!"

The messenger answered a few more questions, then took his leave, and without resting, ran out in a hurry.

……

The beaver marched silently on the mountain road, in the direction of the black flag at the top of the mountain.

When the cheers of 'victory' rang out in White Rock Castle, he only paused for a moment before continuing towards the top of the mountain.

Victory?

He thought that this endless plain was like a vast ocean, and it only took a light wave to smash the ridiculous White Rock City.

The so-called victory is nothing but the last splendor of the candle before it is extinguished.

Victor, your last wish, I have fulfilled it, you wait for me......