Turtledoves sometimes thank the Indians for their simplicity and only need to draw a simple cake for them, and they will believe.

Shortly after he had finished that meeting, a rumor had spread at the foot of the hill in White Rock that it was going to be a big city like New York or Philadelphia!

The Indians are here, and they don't have to pay any taxes!

White people can also be hired to wash clothes, repair roads, and connect sewers.

The Indians could also have their own estates, and let the whites and blacks go together to pick cotton and peel rubber, and let them do as long as they wanted, and do whatever they wanted!

This rumor spreads faster than the wind on the Great Plains. The next day's Denver Daily News published the news in a grand manner!

It was also the first time that turtledoves appeared in white newspapers.

The turtledove in the newspaper, with a pair of deep-set eye sockets, a pair of heavy eye bags, a head full of feathers, a suit that I don't know picked up from the garbage heap, shirtless, showing a wicked smile full of yellow teeth, and a skin like an old tree pimple.

Turtledove looked in the mirror for a long time, how could he not connect this character with himself.

Early in the morning, at breakfast, fifteen dollars reconfirmed one thing.

"Turtledove, do you need to ask Oglara for help?"

Turtledove shook his head.

If, at this time, the turtledove still had an army like Tornateu, he would not hesitate to ask Oglara for help!

He would even ask for help from the Sioux throughout the Great Plains! I wish all Indians from all over the world would come to his aid!

If France or England were willing to deal with him, he wouldn't even mind being a traitor and selling Louisiana or Hudson Bay.

But now the turtledove, except for a large pie painted for others, he actually has nothing.

The more this time, the more he could not show his weakness.

On the Great Plains, it's no different from in the forests of the Sierra Madre.

The Indians, who have been sowing discord for 300 years, have forgotten what it means to be united in hatred and to help each other. The whites interrupted their ridges, and although they still live on the Great Plains, they are actually extinct from a cultural point of view.

Whoever wins, they help whom, this is the truest portrayal of a race that has reached the end of the road.

If you are poor, don't borrow money!

Not only will others not lend you money, but they will urge you to pay off your debts quickly. In the end, you will find that it is not your biggest creditor who crushes you, but someone you once believed in so much and finally forced you to pay back a small sum of money.

A truth.

"That'...... I'm going to organize the army! Fifteen dollars whispered.

"No," Turtledove finished the soup on his plate and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "No!"

"A city should be like a city. Now is the time for it to grow its body, and it can't withstand panic and twists and turns. When there is chaos, people's hearts will be scattered! ”

"It would be nice to let them work in peace!"

"For them, nothing has happened. White Rock City is calm, people live and work in peace and contentment, and the years here are quiet! ”

……

This hurdle is thousands of miles high.

But if it is not such a difficult hurdle, it is not worthy of the future of the Indians who are about to rise from the dead.

Even if there are sharp blades along the way, covered with boiling coal, you must step on it fiercely!

The garden in the backyard of the school was expanded into a huge ward.

Harry's favorite swing in the red dress was still there, with used bandages drying on it. A strong smell of herbs fills the place.

The turtledove slowly walked through the gap in the hospital bed.

Everywhere he passed, he could always hear his name being called.

At first, he responded once or twice, but he was called so much that he couldn't respond.

Finally he stood in the middle of the hospital bed.

"I need a few warriors who can still ride horses!" Turtledove said.

After a brief silence, the crowded garden suddenly resounded with scrambling voices.

"Me!"

"Turtledove, take me!"

"You see, I can not only ride a horse, but also shoot a gun!"

The makeshift beds creaked, and many people struggled to sit up.

But in the end, there were less than five people who managed to sit up.

The battle on the river beach, where there were no bystanders, was terrible. Even the fifteen dollars that arrived later had never seen such a fierce battle.

There are many soldiers of Tornathiu, who should have died a long time ago, but they are still using their last strength to entangle the enemy.

When Fifteen arrived there, he even saw a headless corpse standing there, his hands still in a slashing position.

After this battle, Fremont took the initiative to ask for 'negotiations'!

Now, almost two weeks have passed since this battle, and some of the Tornathiu soldiers who managed to survive have died one after another.

The rest were all seriously injured.

Now, Turtledove wanted them to mount their horses again, pick up their guns, and fight with him—but only five of them were able to sit up from their beds on their own.

The results of that battle were certainly brilliant, but the price had already made the turtledove break his muscles and bones. It can even be said that today's White Rock City is on the verge of death.

It's just that no one knows about this difficulty.

The workers in full swing in Baishi City are still looking forward to having a school of their own in the future;

The people who scavenged for gold in the Burak Mountains were still wondering what they should brag about when they returned home today.

The chiefs, large and small, in the distance, were still full of joy that as long as they killed a few more white people, they would be able to be the masters of the land from now on!

All have a beautiful dream, never before in their lifetimes.

Since the Spanish landed in the Americas three hundred years ago, no Indian has ever dreamed of it like this.

Dreams, that's what a race should have the most.

Victorio's failure was not about whether he could fight. Rather, he never told the Apache what it should be like after victory!

……

Such a dream was so precious that the turtledove had to build a high wall to protect it.

I hate to make a cradle, decorate it with flowers and biscuits, stand by its side without blinking, and sing a lullaby softly to it.

Indians without dreams are dead!

But now, with the rapid development of White Rock City, this race is finally starting to come alive.

It finally began to dream.

The sweaty Indians no longer always thought about where the next meal would be, but began to think about how to make steel harder, how to make roads more convenient, how to build ships stronger, how to build this city better......

Instead of sitting on the side of the road and begging, the ragged little children began to ask how they could get into school, how they could learn more useful skills and knowledge, how they could run faster and jump higher than others......

Even those few vendors who came from afar took the initiative to ask Juqiang, should they pay some taxes?

Dreams are the greatest thing in the world!

The turtledove gave them!

……

One after another, another soldier sat up from the hospital bed.

Turtledoves picked five of them.

It was late at night when they set off, and Ikaruga quietly left White Rock City with them, along with the dozen or so remaining soldiers of White Rock City.

The horse's hooves are gentle, and the night is silent.

"Shhhh

"They're tired all day, don't disturb their good dreams!"