In the evening, Zaniu led a cavalry of 300 men to the foot of the mountain in White Rock City.

Cavalry, in terms of deterrence, is naturally much higher than others.

What's more, his three hundred horsemen are all fat and strong war horses. The men on the horses were as fat and strong as their horses.

The tribe of cows is north of Montana, approaching Canada. In fact, part of his people is in Canada.

The national border is clearly divided by a straight line for the United States and Canada, but for the Indians, what is the national border?

During this period, American power had not yet fully expanded to the West Coast, and the tribes of the cattle were the least affected by the whites of all the Sioux alliances.

Therefore, he was naturally able to muster more power than the others.

Although his warriors did not carry muskets, but bows and arrows, and long knives, they were still iron weapons.

Compared to the other tribes that were close to him at about the same time, he stood out from the crowd.

The other tribes, some on horses, some on donkeys, and many more don't ride at all. There are also all kinds of guys in their hands, including wooden sticks and iron rods, bows and arrows, short knives, and a few guys also hold a pebble in their hands......

When the cavalry of the oxen came here, these grass-headed tribes involuntarily lowered their heads and silently took a step back.

Under the blood-red remnant sun on the horizon, the sitting cow is like a demon god who exudes a terrifying aura all over his body.

His cavalry followed him closely, their eyes fixed on the dogs not far away.

"Go, tell the turtledoves, the Hook Paha tribe, come by cattle to congratulate!"

"Ichiga, Ichido Chief Dasheng!"

"Erga, the Resistance Alliance is mighty!"

"Sanhe, Indians, Wuyun Changlong, long life without borders!"

As he commanded, a knight ran out behind him and galloped towards the gate of White Rock City on the mountainside!

In terms of prestige and prestige, among the Hukpaha tribesmen, the sitting ox is not inferior to the turtledove in White Rock City.

If his left eye socket hadn't swollen like a panda, his solemnity would have been even deeper.

"Whew!" A chuckle came from behind him, and a voice with a lake said, "Do you still want the turtledove to come out to meet you?" ”

The cockscombs of the scalp are scattered, and the hair is scattered over the shoulders.

Sitting on the horse with a blue nose and swollen face, but his expression was still unconvinced, and there was a tendency to dry up again if he didn't agree.

Zaniu took a deep breath, his face turned blue with anger. didn't pay attention to the stunned green behind him.

The spirit of the young man is still high-spirited: "Bad pen!" ”

There was a commotion in the cavalry, and finally someone couldn't help but want to fight. The sitting cow turned around and yelled: "Don't move! Sit tight! Be quiet! ”

The cavalry finally calmed down again.

It's just that if the gaze can kill, the spirit guy is afraid that he has already been cut by the eyes around him at this time.

He was just at ease, and even a little proud.

"Hit me? Do you have what it takes to hit me? ”

The scalp looked up and down, left and right, and said presumptuously: "This is Baishi City, Lao Tzu's territory!" ”

"See that black flag? That's what Lao Tzu went to plug in! ”

"The turtledove is watching from above? Come and hit me! ”

"Burn the pen!"

……

The ranks under White Rock City are gathering more and more.

As if someone was ordering them, everyone came to the White Rock City on this day.

Someone kept shouting at the top of his voice:

"Tauyat tribe, little crow to congratulate! He Baishicheng has a big victory! He is mighty against the rebels! Ho the Indians are bright! ”

"Minnicon Tribe, one-horned congratulations! Long life for the Sioux Alliance! The turtledove commander-in-chief has a long fortune! ”

"Wapekut tribe, red hats come to congratulate! The lion on the prairie never sleeps, and the Missouri River lasts forever! ”

There was an endless stream of congratulatory voices.

They change their ways to express their congratulations to the turtledove, and at the same time show their own existence.

When the sun sank in the west, and after night fell, torches lit up on the great plains, and like bright lakes, spread over the whole wasteland!

About seven o'clock in the evening, a small figure, sitting on a soft slab made of bear skin, was carried down the hill by eight soldiers.

The bright lakes rippled, and the tribal chiefs of the plains gathered around them, asking questions.

The little figure seemed to be really asleep, until several big tribal leaders roared angrily: "Don't make any noise!" ”

The chattering chiefs stopped.

On the soft collapse, the little man opened his eyes. His eyes were not large, and although the torches of the night were bright, they could not illuminate his eyes.

But everyone seemed to feel that they were being stared at.

There was no loud reprimand, no soft intimidation.

His voice was as light as the night breeze in April, warm and warm. So much so that when he went straight to the point, it didn't feel a little abrupt, and they completely forgot that this little man was obviously pretending to be asleep just now.

"Turtledove said that tomorrow at 10 o'clock in the morning, you can enter the city to see him!"

As the soft words fell, the crowd was silent for a moment. Then someone asked again:

"Why 10 a.m. tomorrow?"

"We've come all the way here, and we hope to see turtledoves now!"

"That's right! We're going to see turtledoves now! ”

"There are so many of us, are we just staying outside here, and we can't even enter the city gate?"

"I brought ten beaver skins as a gift, and I can talk and laugh with the elders of the Seven-Colored Flame Alliance, why is the turtledove's shelf so big?"

……

The little man on the soft collapse was fifteen dollars.

Today's fifteen dollars are no longer the cowering little slaves of the past.

In those days, he had traveled all over the mountains and forests of Madre alone, and had also crossed the ocean to another continent; He had fought with wild dogs in the horse manure heap, and he had seen the arrogance of the nobles on the steamers; Once humble and small as dust, he also rose up in the mud and led thousands of troops......

He's the real thing, and he's eaten more salt than most people have ever seen!

Fifteen dollars is a lot of chaos and noisy scenes. Isn't the messy tribe left behind by the fury more chaotic than the current situation?

Seeing that these people were arguing endlessly, he just raised his hand lightly and pressed it out of thin air.

It was as if a tremendous force had been condensed in the palm of his hand, and all the voices were pressed.

When everyone had looked at him, he spoke:

"There are so many of you, you can't rush up, right? So who should the turtledove listen to first? Isn't it? ”

Instead of answering the chiefs' questions directly, he asked an obvious difficulty.

Just as the crowd frowned and began to think, Fifteen Dollars gave them another answer:

"There's got to be a representative, someone you all trust, right?"

"We are all Indians, and although we come from all over the world, we all share the common goal of driving the white people out of their land. We should join hands and unite as one, and we should elect 10 common representatives, but also to better unite our strength, right? ”

"Why tomorrow at 10 a.m.? Everyone needs to think about it! Isn't it? You can't just let someone else represent you, you say, am I right? ”

The voice of fifteen dollars was as warm as it was at the beginning, and the reasoning after breaking and crumbling made everyone feel at ease.

I don't know who started to say: "Yes, that's right!" It's really not like what we're arguing about! ”

"Come on, come on, let's choose 10 people to come out first!"

"This man, if we Indians could be as reasonable as you, we would have been able to unite and beat the whites out a long time ago!"

"Dude, I can tell at a glance that you must have read a lot! Suave and nice to speak......"

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