Three days, the turtle dove gives the beaver three days.

However, the third day was not over, and the beaver could not wait.

The turtledove looked at the black banner on the mountain behind it, and on the rocks in the rugged area, a thin figure like an ant was slowly crawling towards it.

"He's done, turtledove." Peso stood behind the turtledove and said.

The turtledove nodded.

He could see that the beaver didn't want to live anymore.

Ever since he came to White Rock City, the cunning and hypocritical old liar had disappeared completely, just a grumpy and cautious dying man, a shell without color and soul.

In order to allow him to live a few more days, Ikaruga deliberately made him make a three-day military order.

Alas, if time had come, Ikaruga wanted the duration of this military order to be three, or even three, thirty years......

"He's just too smart, alas!" The turtledove sighed, paused for a while, and then said, "It seems that the construction of this White Rock City still needs to rely on us fools. ”

"I'm not stupid, turtledove!" Huge hard corrected him to.

……

Three days ago, since the black flag was raised on the summit of Mount Braque, ripples have been making waves across the Great Plains.

At first, people were just whispering, like a few small ripples on the calm water.

As time passed, the ripples became more and more numerous, but the lacewings that came out of them could not be noticed.

Just as a storm in the ocean strikes, even the most astute dolphin can't predict it in advance.

Or like the volcano underground, before it erupts, everyone is often still asleep.

Gradually, gradually......

Over the Great Plains, where the Sioux had lived for hundreds of years, a dark and dreary thundercloud gathered.

Under the oppression of this thundercloud, the grass is low, the wind is quiet, the cold is breathing, and the cattle and sheep are silent.

It was a dreary spring afternoon.

On the great plain where the green waves are rolling, a group of people staggered in the green waves.

The procession was like a small boat, sometimes appearing on the spire of the waves, sometimes drowning in the valley of the waves.

"Chief, I'm afraid it's going to rain later!"

The priest and the old chief rode on the same horse, and he held the reins in one hand and Oglara around his waist with the other.

Oglala, who was once invincible on the great plains, is now unable to ride a horse.

"Hmm."

From Oglala's mouth, such a word slurred.

In fact, Oglara not only knew that it was going to rain, but he also knew that this rain would not be light.

Just look at the thunderclouds overhead, you can know that this will not only be a torrential rain, but also accompanied by thunder and lightning, which will wake up all the wild beasts and birds on the grassland, awaken the gods on the mountain of Brak, the demons of the earth will break through the earth, and the gods of the sky will rain down boundless wrath......

Oglara knew everything, but he really didn't have the strength to say anything more.

"Shall we stop and rest, Chief?"

Oglala slammed his body forward.

Feeling this power, the needle priest couldn't bear to glance at the old chief in his arms, and finally drove the horse forward cautiously.

They weren't on the road for a short time, only an hour at most.

Just an hour ago, the old chief was lying in his hospital bed, sometimes sleeping and sometimes waking up.

When he wakes up, he asks, "How is the turtledove's team?" ”

When he is asleep, he asks, "Red Cloud...... Isn't it coming back? ”

The priest of the needle grass kept by his side for a moment, and replied to him again and again: "I don't know, I have already sent someone to investigate!" "No, I've already sent someone to find him!"

For three days, the old chief would ask the same question over and over again.

The priest would give him the same answer over and over again.

It wasn't until an hour ago that the priest's answer had finally changed a little.

"The chief, the army called Tonatiu, captured Van Jonesburg, and they plundered a large number of horses and ammunition. Some of the horses could not be taken away, so they were slaughtered on the spot. ”

"Oh?" The old chief, who was lying on the hospital bed and dying, suddenly opened his eyes.

The flickering cold eyes frightened the needle priest.

At least for many years, the needle mao priest had not seen such a terrifying look.

At that moment, it was as if the young old chief had returned.

"Chief?" The voice of the needle priest trembled.

"Is the news confirmed?" The chief asked.

"It's confirmed," said the needle priest, "it's what happened in the morning, and we've confirmed it twice!" ”

"Good! Good! Good! ”

The old chief said the word 'good' three times in a row, and then sat up from the hospital bed by his own strength. A hand as thin as an eagle's talon gripped the priest's shoulder.

"Quick! Prepare the horses! Go...... Go meet the turtledoves! The old chief said.

"Huh?" The needle-weed priest suspected that he had misheard.

"Don't go yet!" The old chief urged.

So, the old chieftain, who had been dying an hour before, Oglala, who had not ridden for more than half a year, stepped back on his warhorse—

Tumbling off his horse again!

Therefore, the old chieftain who was dying of the twilight could only ride his war horse towards White Rock City in the arms of the needle mao priest.

The great plains stretch as far as the eye can see, and the raging waves of grass make it look flat, but beneath the silky smooth grass waves are undulating gravel and dirt, like a rough and grotesque reef at the bottom of the sea.

The war horse moved forward cautiously, not daring to run too fast.

Oglala, who used to be as fast as a spark and lightning, can now not withstand even a small bump.

The spring breeze on the prairie, like a rough saw, repeatedly tore at his throat and lobes of his lungs.

But he still urged the needle priest behind him without hesitation.

"Quick! Hurry up ......"

The needle priest only thought that the old chief was afraid of the thunderstorm and lightning that was about to fall.

Little did he know that Oglala's eyes were closed and he saw a raging flame rising up in the direction of Mount Brak in front of him, burning through the entire sky!

"Quick! Fast! ”

……

Between the rolling green waves of the great plains, leaf after leaf of such boats haunt the ups and downs of the storm.

Just last night, they were all still watching.

But when the news of the first victory of the watermill broke, at least several tribal chiefs mounted their fast horses and galloped in the direction of the Carlisle Industrial School!

- At this time, they didn't know that it had been renamed 'White Rock City'!

If they had to choose between the rebels and the white army, they would of course choose the white army.

People who don't make this choice are brainless!

However, if the rebels can bring victory, then the rebels must be chosen!

Those who do not make this choice have neither brains nor conscience!