The Great Plains leaks on all sides, and no secret can be kept for long.

The rain battle that took place on the banks of the Yellowstone River three weeks ago, although neither of the warring sides announced it to the public, was still gradually noticed by those who cared about it.

The Yellowstone River is a river that flows from southwest to northeast, and its entire basin passes through Sioux territory.

When the Sioux people in North Dakota discovered that many corpses had washed down from the river, it was only natural that some people began to peel back their cocoons. Gradually, the suspicious eyes fell on White Rock City!

Since that rainstorm, the Tornatians of the turtledove have not been seen again.

Humans are inherently political creatures, and even stupid Indians sniff an opportunity in a split second. In the name of protecting the gold mines, the young Sioux were gathering in large numbers, and they were waging a vigorous revolt against white taxes.

Chop wood for soldiers, unveil poles for flags.

In the area east of the Missouri River, a random Sioux man, with a wooden pole and a white man's head, could quickly gather an army of dozens of men.

Ever since the turtledove introduced the concept of 'Indians,' the boundaries between the white and the yellow have become as clear as the Yellowstone and the Missouri River.

At the same time, an ambition called 'he can take his place' has also sprouted in the hearts of some people!

The previous Sioux alliance was scattered and difficult to gather a large army.

But now, they have gathered!

With a sharp blade in his heart, he has a murderous heart.

Looking around, he found that he still didn't dare to fight Fremont. However, taking the opportunity of Fremont's destruction of White Rock City to replace it, they still have the courage to do so.

It was by such a coincidence that the Sioux, a race that had been driven from their homeland in the Great Lakes region of North America and had been in exile for hundreds of years, rekindled the fire of ambition!

No one knows how many armed forces of the Sioux have gathered on the Great Plains now, but based on the fact that the Sioux were originally a tribal alliance of large and small, the smoke and dust of the 36 anti-king and 72 roads will only be more, not less!

In the battle of Kuauchtmok, both parties thought it was a lonely duel.

But in fact, there were even more onlookers than there were on the night of the formation of the 'Indian Resistance Alliance' in White Rock City!

……

In the distance of the hill, the scattered cowboys did not live happily and freely again, as they had hoped.

From the moment their formation collapsed, the nightmare had already arrived.

From the grass in all directions, Indian savages suddenly emerged like mountains and seas. Some of them were barefoot with sticks in their hands, desperately chasing after them!

When you run slowly, even if you are smashed into bread and trampled into meat puree;

The fast runners were even more miserable, chased by the Indians like a hunt, the blood on their bodies was shed bit by bit, and in the end they were often captured alive, and what awaited them was a fate that no one could predict.

The turtledove rose from the ground when the first Indian army appeared in the moor;

When a second Indian army appeared in the wasteland, he beckoned to the crowd and got up and left.

Only two horses were left with them, and they escaped by hiding on the other side of the hill.

The turtledove lifted the most wounded peso onto his horse, called another man to follow him, and ran towards White Rock City without hesitation.

In the distance, a caravan of Indians was running towards the hills.

"Turtledove, they should have come to see you!" Scalp said excitedly.

This guy loves fame the most, loves to show off the most, and loves to listen to other people's boasts. The Indians came at this time, apparently, to congratulate them on their victory!

So I brushed my hair on my scalp and was very happy.

"Nope!" Turtledove said coldly. He had already rolled over and mounted his horse.

"Huh?" The scalp was splashed down by a basin of cold water, such a good opportunity...... Don't want it?

"They want to see me, let them come to White Rock City!" Turtledove said.

He slapped the horse's buttocks and sped away from the other side of the hill.

The scalp was stunned for a moment, and looked at the huge black hard face.

"Brother Giant, do you think the turtledove is using me in the wrong place?" Scalp asked.

"How?"

"I'm obviously a brave warrior, or a military strategist with a keen intuition, I'm very good at fighting, you know! However, the turtledove always used me as a trick! Scalp said aggrievedly.

Ju Hard thought for a while, "Then don't you think about it, is it your own problem?" ”

"What could I have asked for?" Scalp immediately retorted: "When the turtledove asked me to negotiate, I had already tried my best to mess up!" No matter what the enemy says, I just say no, don't do it, don't want to ...... I'm so low-key, why do turtledoves still like me so much? ”

Huge hard squirted over with a mouthful of spittle!

"Get out! You're a psycho! ”

……

Again, if Turtledove still had a Tonatyan legion in his hand, he would gladly stand on the hill and wait for the Indian army to come and meet him!

But now he has nothing on his hands.

And, judging from the sudden appearance of these Indian armies near the battlefield, most of them, they already knew that the Tonatius Legion had been wiped out by him!

Maybe these Indians will be grateful to him, maybe.

But since I came into this world, I have never pinned my hopes on the 'gratitude' of others.

The Sioux people will not be convinced of their 'gratitude'.

Only guns are the most reliable thing, they can convince the enemy, but also their allies.

The battle of Kuohtmok is over, but for Ikaruga, there are more 'battles' ahead of him.

"April 6, 1843, fine."

"They've finally assembled a huge army, and though they're all watching me closely, I'm happy to do so!"

"If a sword can hurt me, it can also hurt people!"

"Compared to Jeronimo, they're kind!"

Turtledove recorded this day in his diary.

……

A man with a dragon spirit rode a horse, leading the black and oppressive cavalry behind him, and rushed up the hill like a whirlwind and clouds.

A guy with a blood-red cockscomb head and only a pair of calf-nosed pants stood in front of the cavalry, and stretched out a hand without raising his head.

"Stop!"

The spirit guy's palm pressed against the breathless horse's nose.

As soon as the horse at the head stopped, the cavalry behind him also stopped suddenly. It was as if a raging flood had hit a levee.

"What about turtledoves?" The man on the horse asked.

Only then did the spirit guy slowly raise his head, look at the guy on the horse with disdain, and chuckled.

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