Speaking of excitement, the turtledove jumped directly onto the table and kicked the head of the person who was in the way far away.

Now, he stands at the top, looking down on everyone from a high vantage point.

"It's all two shoulders against one head, why should white people eat and drink spicy, so we can only eat mud with a sigh?"

"Who in this room is not a man who can run a horse with his arms - even if he is old, he was a well-known man back then! Oglala, you say, can you still fight? ”

The elderly Oglara stood up with a red face at this time.

"If it comes to swords, bows and horses, I can fight five!" Oglala said.

"Hahaha!" Everyone laughed.

I don't know if I'm laughing at Oglala's old age or his dead duck's hard mouth.

"Turtledove, white people have guns, what are we going to do?" The little crow of the Mondwacanton tribe was a thirty-year-old dragon spirit man at this time.

However, the scars on his body show that although he was a chief, he was often beaten by others.

The nobles of the Great Plains of the Sioux Nationality all know a secret story:

Fifteen years ago, the beauty of Mondwarkanton, a childhood sweetheart with Little Crow, was dragged into the grove by a group of drunken white men on her wedding night with Little Crow......

No one would question the hatred between the little crow and the white man, but as the question of the little crow was raised, the lively lobby suddenly became deserted.

Suddenly, the rainstorm outside the house seemed to be mocking them mercilessly.

……

"Guns?" The turtledove stared intently and looked around the crowd earnestly.

He walked defiantly from one end of the table to the other, and he stopped in the rage of the crowd that almost swallowed him.

"White people have guns, don't I have them?" The turtledove shrugged his shoulders exaggeratedly and spread his hands.

Then he clapped his hands. "Spotted!"

So, with his face covered in dust and fire, his temples were pale and his fingers were black, and he squeezed in from the outside of the crowd with his one arm, holding an iron pipe as thick as his little arm.

Smash that stupid big black guy on the table!

"Back in the woods of the Madre Mountains, we could have made guns!" The turtledove pointed to the iron 'tube' and said.

"And, thicker and bigger than a white man's gun!" Spotted said proudly.

"It's harder!" Giant Hard added fiercely.

The little crow moved and walked over and picked up the iron 'tube'!

It looks like a gun, feels like a gun, and smells like a gun.

But the little crow always felt that this shot ...... Can it be considered a 'gun'?

"How many guns like this can we make?" The little crow asked.

"Haha!" The turtledove laughed.

"When you came, did you see the ironworks down the hill?" Turtledove asked.

The little crow recalled for a moment and nodded.

On the way here, it seems that I did see a large busy construction site, with white rocks, black charcoal, and all kinds of colorful stones piled together.

If it weren't for the big rock next to it, which clearly said 'White Rock City No. 1 Iron Works', the little crow would not have been able to associate it with the steel mill anyway.

But there is no doubt that the ironworks that the turtledove refers to are there!

"As long as the steel mill is built, we can build as many guns as we want!" Turtledove said loudly. "Of course, our guns are not as sophisticated as the white people's guns, but they can kill people just as well!"

Under the arrogant tone of the turtledove, no one doubted the power of this 'gun'.

"But it's just an iron pipe?" The little crow asked.

"The so-called gun, isn't it just an iron pipe and a flint?" The turtledove took a M1841 apart and threw it in front of the little crow.

Ju Qiang handed over a thick stack of paper, and on the very first page, the words "How Muskets Made" were written in nine languages.

In the middle of the title page, there are a few crude words—

"If We Don't Go to War"

"The enemy killed us with bayonets"

"And he will point to our corpses and say"

"Look"

"It's a slave!"

The little crow's expression struggled a little.

Now it's not a question of whether he believes that Ikaruga can make a gun, but whether he wants to believe it.

The ass left and right the head at this time.

The rest of the room shouted:

- "That's right! That's right! ”

- "It looks like we can make guns too!" ”

- "The Indian gun should have been bigger, more accurate, and more powerful than the white man's gun!" ”

The little crow then asked another question. "How long will it take for us to get our guns?"

Spotted raised his one arm, stretched out five fingers, and shook it in front of the little crow.

"Five months!" Spotted said loudly, "In five months, if I can't make a gun, I'll give you all five fingers!" ”

"No way!" The turtledove screamed. "Three months! Spotted, if you can't make a gun within three months, I'll cut off all the remaining arms of yours! ”

Spotted hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth fiercely. "Good! Trimester! ”

So the turtledove turned his gaze to the little crow, "Chief Little Crow, in three months, I invite you to test the gun!" ”

The little crow took a deep breath.

Now it's not a question of whether he believes it or not, but whether he wants to believe it or not.

"Good! Three months later, I came to try the gun! ”

"Humph!" Turtledove snorted coldly and said, "What white people can do, why can't we do it?" ”

"We Indians are no worse than whites!" In the crowd, sturgeon and smoked fish suddenly shouted.

In the past, when I was in the forest of the Sierra Madre, the crescent moon, the sturgeon and the smoked fish would often receive some 'childcare' tasks before the meeting.

This time the turtledove forgot to tell him, but he had learned to find work for himself.

……

The rainstorm hit the rooftops, and it began to look like lively and joyful music again.

"They all say that we Indians are weak!"

"They also said that there was a scientist named Charles Darwin who thought we were like bison on the prairie and deserved to be eliminated!"

"But the bison didn't know how to resist, so they were killed!"

"What about us? Are we going to be bison, too? ”

"Are we really weak?"

"Just the day before yesterday, a young man named Hongyun single-handedly broke into the gladiatorial arena of Fort Laramie!"

At this point, the turtledove paused.

The name of the red cloud, everyone knows. They all tilted their ears and listened expectantly as the turtledove wanted to continue talking.

Oglala, in particular, had one of his faces starting to flush, and one hand gripped the needle priest beside him tightly.

"He has won one game after another, defeating one enemy after another who claims to be 'powerful'!"

"Whether it's Andy, Noflan, Chris, Achema...... Under his fists, all of them are as fragile as paper lakes! ”

"With his fist, he told the whites, we Indians, not to be humiliated!"

"He used his victory to tell us that we Indians should be self-respecting and self-reliant!"

"We Indians are no worse than whites!"

……

And all the faces lit up.

Especially the sitting bull, after hearing that Hongyun broke into the gladiatorial arena of Fort Laramie alone, he couldn't help but almost stand up.

Okay, you Hongyun, you actually did such a big thing secretly!

……

Turtledove took the white knife from Peso's body and threw it in front of Oglala.

"Oglala, you have an excellent son!"

"He will be the most illustrious chief of your tribe ever!"

"He'll even do better than you!"

Oglara has always had a heart higher than the sky, and he thinks he is not inferior to anyone.

But I heard the turtledove say that Red Cloud would be better than himself. He wasn't angry at all.

Especially when he felt the envious gazes of the people around him, his heart was as hot as a fire.

At first, he just pursed his lips and laughed, but later he couldn't hide it anymore and laughed.

He decided to wait for Red Cloud's return and pass on the chieftain of the tribe to him.