It's been a long time since Ikaruga has said something like this.

The Madre mountain forest tribe is very large, and the fifteen dollars, parrots, and greyhounds who have grown up from a desperate situation are already considered heroic, and there are many things to say, and the turtledove has no chance to talk to them.

For those who have not experienced firsthand the shadow of the dollar empire, it is difficult to imagine how powerful the enemy they are facing.

They only thought it was an infantry company, an infantry regiment...... Counting a hundred infantry regiments at most, that's remarkable!

They thought they were challenging a small Xiaoice block on the sea, but they didn't know that under that ice block was a mountain ten thousand miles high!

……

"Do you remember when our tribe was still very weak, when we were worried every day about the invasion of the white army, every day we were worried that we would starve to death, and even worried that a group of wild beasts running around in the deep forest would destroy our tribe - what was our ideal back then?"

Fifteen dollars looked at him with a look of remembrance.

At that time, everyone was precarious, but their hearts were full of fighting spirit.

It seems like a long time has passed, but it was only a short year ago.

"Our ideal—" said Fifteen Dollar, with a slight smile on his lips, "—at that time, we were saying every day that we were for the future of all Indians!" ”

"yes!" The turtledove sighed and said, "At that time, we were all skinny, but our spirits were stronger than ever!" For this ideal, the gray-haired old woman charged after us, the toddler did our laundry and cooked for us, the frog and the four-legged snake died, and many warriors died......"

Fifteen let out a sigh!

"At that time, we dared to face the dripping blood, dared to abandon everything we had, and dared to gamble all our chips - at that time, we never called it a will-and-forget, never called it a desperate bet!"

"At that time, we were poor and white, without fear or regret!"

Fifteen Dollar's body shook, and he looked at the turtledove in a daze, as if he suddenly remembered what the turtledove had often said to him before, but had never said since the tribe had grown:

"The enemy we will face is the most powerful enemy in the history of mankind; The path we are going to choose is one that has been walked by countless people, but they have all failed......"

"We're not smarter than them, and we're not stronger than them......"

"The only way out is for us to be ready to sacrifice at any time...... Only by freeing all the Indians can we save ourselves! ”

……

"Fifteen dollars, if you want a stable and secure life, you can go back to the Madre tribe!"

"But if you haven't forgotten your ideals, then stay here with me!"

"Dance on the tip of a knife every day! Insomnia in fear every day! ”

"Live like a madman and live every day as if it were your last! Be cruel as a tyrant, both to others and to yourself! ”

"For the sake of this ideal, we are ready anytime, anywhere, abandon everything, gamble everything!"

"Until, every Indian can bravely stand up and defend their land, and can regain the confidence of being the only overlord of this land!"

"That's what I want, and it's never changed!"

……

Fifteen dollars in one gulp, I drank the hot and cold water in the cup.

"It's my ideal, and I almost forgot it!"

"Of course I'm staying with you!"

"No matter who the enemy is, no matter how strong they are, just let them come!"

***

Little Andrei lay on the cramped bed and couldn't sleep all night.

Even he knew that if a reinforcement from the forests of the Sierra Madre could reach Turtledove's side before 10 o'clock tomorrow, then from now on, Turtledove would be the undoubted king of the Great Plains! is a veritable commander-in-chief of the Resistance!

If you can't come, then the king is just a puppet in gorgeous clothes! The commander-in-chief is nothing more than a rubber stamp in name only! That black banner is nothing more than a filthy rag covered in blood!

He silently touched the knife under his pillow.

He thought to himself that tomorrow he would stand behind the turtledove's seat, but if anyone dared to approach the turtledove, he would step over his corpse first!

The coffin that belonged to him had been made for his sister while he was still alive.

……

If gold caused turmoil in the Great Plains, then the war in which the turtledoves defeated the Bill Legion made the entire Great Plains completely boil.

The aftermath of the explosion on the hill of Kuauchtmok has been spreading in all directions.

Some people see it, some people hear it, some people just hear it from other people's mouths – and these people who hear it from other people's mouths are often more difficult to hold themselves on to than those who are watching it.

Even more spectacular than that explosion was the defeat of both the turtledove and the enemy! Even more spectacular than a lose-lose situation is people's imagination!

On the night of April 6, more than 100 fast horses were killed on the Great Plains.

From Denver in the south to Oregon in the north, from the Missouri River in the east to the Pacific Ocean in the west, the sparks are blazing!

Chaos is in full swing!

Wild and ten-sided drums!

However, what should have come and what should not have come came to the foot of Mount Brak this night.

Only the one who should have come the most, did not come.

……

The elderly Oglala, since returning to the tribe, has really fallen.

This time, no matter how many herbs I drank, I would spit them all out untouched.

Probably the only time he could look like he was alive was every morning when the priest of Needle Grass read him the news about the gladiatorial arena of Fort Laramie in the newspaper.

The news is always uplifting, Red Cloud defeated one opponent after another, and his fame was lost for a while, and he was called the "First Gladiator of the Indians"!

It wasn't until more than ten days later that the needle priest inadvertently said: "This kid is beating every day, and he doesn't know how to take a break......"

When the words fell, Oglala, who was still beaming, suddenly had a dark cloud on his face.

The priest thought that he had said the wrong thing, and hurriedly slapped himself.

Unexpectedly, Oglara suddenly shouted: "No! It can't be like this! ”

"What?" The needle priest asked.

Oglara had tears in her eyes: "They...... Imprisoned Red Cloud, Red Cloud must be ...... They were treated as slaves......"

Red Cloud, even as the next chief of the Sioux tribe Oglala?

Say let him be a slave, let him be a slave!

"Help me up...... Help me up......," said the old Oglala, with his withered yellow paws on the shoulders of the priest of needle grass.

"Chief, where are you going?" Chief Needle Mao asked.

"I'm going...... Fort Laramie! ”

This night, on the Great Plains, everyone's ambition is growing wildly.

They want power, gold, land, freedom, prestige......

Only Oglala, the most solid pillar of the Seven-Colored Flame Alliance, has only his son in his heart.

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