In the pouring rain, the water station is on a protruding cliff near the river, and it cannot move forward or retreat.

It was already the narrowest part of the valley that he and his men had struggled to find, and he was eager to leap over the canyon less than twenty meters wide.

However, this narrow twenty meters now stood in front of him like a moat.

"Oh my God! Are you going to kill me? ”

The watermill has never believed in the fate of ghosts and gods, but at this moment, there is a sense of confusion in the bottom of my heart.

It's the end of March, and the rainy season is far from coming. How could the spring rain on the Great Plains ever be so fierce as it is today!

Overnight, the river swelled, cutting off his way back.

The darkness on the top of this head is as bad as those white people, and it is unbearable to watch the turtledove fall and fail?

"Oh my God! Can't you see the blood flowing on the earth? Or are you their accomplice? ”

"Did you send this rain to wash away their sins?"

"I'm telling you, you can't wash it!"

"The souls of the tens of millions of Indians who died in this land have not rested in peace! Do you want to join forces with them to oppress us? ”

"You accomplice! You executioner! We curse you! All the Indians who died under the butcher's knife of the white man are cursing you! ”

The waterwheel cursed at the sky.

At this moment, he really had nothing to think about.

It was dark and dreary in all directions, and only the occasional lightning bolt lit up the sky, and the endless white rain fell like feathers.

After tonight, if the turtledove is unharmed, then all is well.

If the turtledove is defeated, then the three hundred soldiers of Tonathiu under his command will also die in the river, and there will be no other thought.

The waterwheel was like a madness, scolding to the point of rising, and a mouthful of hot blood spurted out and splashed into the turbulent river below him.

He didn't realize it, so he simply took off his clothes, pointed to the black sky above his head, and spilled all the foul language out of his mouth.

In the past, the soldiers of Tonatyu, although they felt that their regimental commander was strict and harsh, was still a polite person.

But I don't know that the words and deeds of the watermill on weekdays are all followed.

When he was a small soldier, he became the commander of the Tonatiu Legion, and he was even more strict with himself.

But all the wild postures were suppressed in the bottom of my heart.

The turtledoves have always acted in a whimsical manner, and the Tonatiu army adheres to the style of the turtledoves, often with unexpected actions.

In this case, the watermill, as the commander of the legion, in addition to being uninhibited in the military, is becoming more and more strict and rigid in his own requirements.

The "Code of Conduct" stipulates that when marching, a step is 65 centimeters long, and the waterwheel will specially mark a scale on the ground, so that he and his soldiers must walk according to this step length at every step;

"The code of conduct stipulates that the time of a meal should not exceed 10 minutes, and the watermill has specially set up a timekeeper in his team, as long as it exceeds 10 minutes, he immediately orders the soldiers to put down the food, not for a second more;

The Code of Discipline stipulates that at all times, whether an officer or a soldier, should be dressed tightly and have a serious appearance. The waterwheel has also set up a special discipline officer, and anyone who catches him in disheveled clothes will be executed in accordance with the "Military Regulations of the Conduct Code."

Everyone said that the Tonatiu Legion was like a flesh and blood machine.

But only the waterwheel understands that under the various whimsical and unconventional instructions of the turtledove, only such a machine can meet the requirements of the turtledove.

Turtledoves head north to open a second base in Mount Braque. Why not bring the fifteen dollars that are more powerful and obviously better at governance? For no other reason, the Tonatiu regiment was trained by the waterwheel, like an arm and a finger, and retracted freely.

The Tonatiu Legion, in the wind of the outside world, is a flying ghost when attacking, a rock as immobile as a mountain when it is defended, a spark flying in the sky when it spreads, and an indestructible iron fist when gathered...... In the eyes of outsiders, it is inexplicable.

But only the watermill itself knows that there is nothing magical about Tonatiu, it is nothing more than the word 'strict and hard'.

Strict to the point of meticulousness!

Work hard to the point of not giving up!

What others see as 'lifting weights as light' is actually their practice of 'lifting weights lightly' over and over again.

Now the unusually sad scolding of the watermill stunned all the soldiers who stood like a forest in the heavy rain.

Since the formation of the Tornatyiu army, who has ever seen his own coach lose his temper like this?

……

But I didn't know that the waterwheel at this time was already mournful!

No matter what "Drill Code", no matter what lead by example, all kinds of emotions that have been suppressed in the past have all come to naught in front of the moat that lies in front of them!

The sorrow in his heart, even if he vomited blood repeatedly, could no longer be suppressed.

Others only saw the infinite scenery of the turtledove, how huge the Madre mountain forest tribe was, and now it was the rebel army Zhengshuo, and it was the co-owner of the Indians in the whole world.

Only the waterwheel knows that the turtledove is dancing on the tip of the knife when it comes on foot, and if there is a slight mistake in the pool, it will be doomed.

It is really the collapse of the situation of the Indians, and the harsh environment is far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

With all kinds of scheming and thousands of plans, it is now the last critical step.

You only need to establish a foothold in the White Stone Castle, and with the ability of the turtledove, within two years, you can naturally make a storm in the Northland.

When the time comes, in conjunction with the Madre Hill Forest tribes and Geronimo to the south, the entire Rocky Mountains, from south to north, will form a flesh-and-blood defense line to stop the fate of the Indians from being driven across the ocean.

But if it can't stand in the White Stone Fort, the tribe in the mountains and forests will be defeated sooner or later. Maybe when the time comes, the poisonous snake further south will be the first to fight back!

The turtledove family of centaurs will naturally be wiped out, and all the yellow-skinned and black-haired people in the world who are similar to them will no longer have the possibility of being 'human'.

……

"Quetzalcoatl, you are not worthy to be our god! I curse you that for thousands of years, all the tributes we have offered to you will be turned into poison, and you will be the wailing souls of the earth, along with thousands of Indians! ”

"If Tonatiu is destroyed, the whole world will be plunged into darkness forever! Destroy! Destroy! Let's die together! Let's die together! ”

……

Amid the lightning and thunder and the crazy shouting of the waterwheel, one of the soldiers could not bear it anymore and said to the people next to him: "I'll swim over and see if I can deliver a message to the turtledove!" ”

Anyway, regardless of the obstruction of the comrades next to him, he threw away the gun on his back and threw himself into the surging river below.

"I'll go too!" "I'll go too!"

All of a sudden, several more people jumped off the cliff and tried to cross the river in their bodies. Not for anything else, but for being able to run in front of the white army on the other side and tell the turtledove.

……

On this night, in the hearts of every soldier of the Tonatiu Legion, there is no god in the world!

If so, it must be their enemy!