On the east bank of the Huangshi River, in the vast heavy rain, a ride is heading north against the rain.

It was the same messenger who had been sent back to Fort White Rock by watermill a day earlier.

After returning to Fort Whitestone yesterday, he went to the contact point outside Fort Carl Vincent to wait for the waterwheel, but after waiting for a day, the waterwheel still did not arrive.

He felt that it was not a matter to wait like this, so he simply went north along the river.

Passing through a wild mine that had been attacked, he picked up a bunch of miners' objects such as iron picks, ropes, and dustpans, and draped them on his body to continue his journey north.

Unexpectedly, a large group of white soldiers appeared in front of him, gathered in a group, and was resting.

He hurriedly lowered his body, drove his steed a little farther away, and watched from afar.

Fortunately, it was raining heavily, and although the white soldiers sent out a sentry, they did not find him.

He counted at least five hundred.

I was shocked, and I hurriedly wanted to turn my horse back to Baishi Castle. He couldn't take two steps before he stopped again—he didn't know that at this time, the White Rock Fort was full of friends, and an alliance that had never been seen in the history of the Indians was being formed.

He only knew that at this time, the troops in the White Stone Fort were empty, and even if he got his information, it was useless. Can you still make the turtledove retreat?

Coupled with the heavy rain, it will rain at least all night. Since the white army in front of him has been encamped, it will definitely not move before dawn.

In this case, it is better to find a place to cross the river further north and notify the watermill to hurry back to help, which is more useful!

After thinking about it a few times, he gritted his teeth and turned his horse to the north.

That is, the soldiers of the Tonatyu legion, at this juncture, will make such a trade-off. This legion, which follows the turtledove every day, hears the most in daily life, in addition to the ear of the waterwheel, is the "big picture" or "chessboard chess" that the turtledove inadvertently says.

So much so that the two things of 'discipline' and 'autonomy', which were already contradictory, were unconsciously combined in this legion.

Exchanged for fifteen dollars or the soldiers under the command of Jerónimo, who are also elite in a hundred battles, at this time, I am afraid that I will not hesitate to go back to Fort White Rock to cry and cry - there is nothing wrong with this, but even this 'not wrong' will lead to a big mistake. If that's the case, I'm afraid that Baishi Fort will be in a different situation!

The communication soldier went crazy all the way north, and in the pouring rain, he felt sweaty all over.

He remembered that there was a cliff not far from the north, and the two sides of the bank were about fifteen meters at most. With the rope on your body, you can cross the river, and when you cross the river, you can go to the second contact point with the waterwheel.

It didn't take long for him to see the cliff in sight.

But at this moment, I heard the terrible curse in the pouring rain.

"Oh my God! You never blessed us! If I see you after I fall into Hell, I will be your enemy, and I will never die! ”

"Quetzalcoatl, come on, see if I will respect you again, if I will be afraid of you again!"

……

"Captain! Head! The signal corps hurriedly called to the opposite bank.

As soon as the voices on the other side of the river were over, someone shouted: "Boom! Wheel! Hurry back and report that a large army of whites has crossed the river, and their goal is Fort Whitestone! ”

"I know! I see them! He replied shouting.

'轱辘' is his name, but the pronunciation of this Apache language is the same as a human organ in English, so he actually doesn't like this name very much.

But the more this happens, the more energetic others become. He changed his name several times in a row, but he couldn't change it.

The strength of the white people over the Indians is not only by force, but also by all-round crushing in terms of culture and spirituality. This crushing, hidden and silent, was so unaware that even the Tonatiu soldiers themselves were unaware of it.

Just as in another plane, when people have to use terms like 'Philipala' or 'Democrus', it is actually the time when a race is most in danger.

It can also be seen that the series of people and horses that the turtledove can gather is really the last remnant of the Indians.

If it can't be burned into a prairie fire, there is no hope for the future.

It's a long story.

And on this rainy night, across a valley more than ten meters wide, the Tonatiu Regiment is where the soldiers would have thought so much.

The soldiers on the west bank of the river were scolding, urging them to hurry back to Baishi Fort to report the news;

On the east bank of the river, however, they did not even have time to turn back, and were anxiously untying the ropes from their bodies, tying one end to the horse's belly, and the other end tying a stone, in order to build a rope bridge.

Under the light of a bolt of lightning that pierced the sky, he threw one end of the rope on top of his head a few times, and then twisted his waist so hard that he almost threw himself out!

Like a long snake, the rope crossed the cliff more than ten meters wide and fell on the other side, where it was tightly grasped by the people on that side.

Only then did he stand up and curse over there:

"Whoever scolded me just now is a bastard with no eggs! Dogs, if you have the ability to don't put on my leash—"

When I scolded this, I only felt that my hands were sinking, and my feet were almost slipping.

Hurriedly stopped, and his waist was tightly clenched. Although it is said that the rope on this side is set on the horse's belly, but at this juncture, you still have to hold it in your own hands to be safe, and you can't bear it, so you will borrow horsepower. Who knows if the beast will break the rope directly with a hard struggle?

A lightning bolt lit up, and I saw a person on the other side, directly grasping the rope with both hands, and slid straight over.

"I'll rub!" I scolded from the bottom of my heart!

This is acute, and I don't say it in advance.

The figure came quickly, and suddenly slid over. At first glance, it was a waterwheel!

After the watermill came, he didn't say much, and pulled the rope with the wheel.

The two of them worked together, but it was a lot lighter.

"Did you see that group of white soldiers when you came?" The watermill asked.

"Yes!" He replied, "They are encamping about ten miles to the south, and there are about five hundred of them, and the camp is very large, and there are many horses!" ”

As he spoke, another person jumped over with the rope, and this time it became a three-person rope, which was a lot easier.

"With such heavy rain, ten shots may not be able to fire one shot!" The newcomer said.

"Our horses won't make it over!" He said.

"Wouldn't we not fight without horses?" The watermill sneered.

Then another man slid over and said to the waterwheel, "Give me this horse, and I'll go and tell the turtledove first!" ”

"Go!" The waterwheel turned its head and signaled.

The man untied the rope from his horse's belly and rode south again. Poor horse, running from day to night, and having to run from night to tomorrow day, I don't know if I can hold on!

……

It took about half an hour, and with the help of this little rope, everyone crossed the river. Only a lonely figure was left on the other side of the river, yelling at this side: "Go and kill them!" ”

The head of the watermill did not return, so it headed south under the leadership of the wheel.

The group followed him silently.

No one is babbling to ask what the enemy is, how many there are.

All they know is that the enemy is ahead.

This time, either you die or I die.