On the great plains below Mount Braque, the bright lakes ripple. The lake is flowing, the small lake is turning into a large lake, and the lake water, which was originally chaotic and scattered everywhere, is gradually becoming regular.

The people on the mountain watched quietly and marveled.

It turns out that there are still so many Sioux warriors on the Great Plains, if they can all be counted as a team, how powerful it must be!

The people down the hill are also looking at the mountain.

It was once a bare stone hill with an Indian boarding school run by white men. Historically, when the Indians passed by, they walked around from a distance.

The spirit of the mountain, since the white man came here, has changed from magnanimous and magnanimous to gloomy and gloomy.

The Indians have been dealing with the rocks and soil of the mountains for hundreds of years, and their spirits have become closely connected to the spirit of the mountains. Every Indian seems to be able to feel the change in Mount Braque.

But now, the spirit of Mount Brak seems to have changed again!

Although Mount Brak was still dim in the night, the white gate, like a bright sun, danced in the boundless darkness, jumping into everyone's eyes and hearts.

In just one month!

There are walls, roads, factories, schools......

What countless Indians had dreamed of, but had never seen, appeared before them.

There were a lot of people who were here for the first time - but it didn't matter, they had heard the story of the city from at least ten of their own companions.

One to ten, ten to hundred!

It's a city of wonders!

It's an ideal city!

It's a city of legends!

It's a city of hope!

Even some at the foot of the mountain fell in pools of blood for fifteen dollars. Before they died, they lay on the ground, still staring at Mount Braque.

On the mountain, the sparkling lights turned into the light of hope they dreamed of. Flying like fireflies, it was the spirit of the Holy Mountain, finally recognizing them and accepting them......

They were once ignorant beasts, and when they saw the lights on the mountain, they seemed to suddenly open their minds.

They used to be confused ferryboats, and when they saw these lights on the mountain, it seemed as if they suddenly had a direction.

Some people dragged half of their bodies and still stubbornly crawled hundreds of meters in the direction of the mountain.

Just because before they died, they found light in the darkness and guidance in the lost.

The spirits of the holy mountain told them that this would be the home of their souls after death.

The chaos down the hill didn't last long.

The polarization of the Sioux is worse than in the white world. The powerful tribes have guns, horses, and some people, and the weak tribes are so poor that they have never even seen a "huge dollar" of 10 dollars.

When the gap between strength and weakness is too large, it is difficult to have too intense conflicts.

What's more, here in White Rock City, everyone is exercising instinctive restraint - this restraint is out of fear? Or out of respect? Or is it to gather strength for tomorrow? Maybe both, no one can tell.

Soon, ten bright lakes formed at the foot of the mountain, in the shape of a half-moon, quietly surrounding the White Rock Castle.

It seems that they are not besieging the mountain, but they are really guarding the White Rock City.

When the light of day was faint, people were surprised to find that the corpses of the Sioux soldiers who died last night, their bodies lying on the ground, all looked in the direction of White Rock City.

An old man with gray hair, on a crooked cane, came to the front of the procession tremblingly, escorted by several wandering Indians.

He didn't belong to any of the Sioux tribes, but the leaders of every Sioux tribe would respectfully dismount and salute him when they saw him.

Even the majestic mountain-like sitting ox will bend down slightly after seeing him.

"Dear Mr. Sekoya, how did you end up here?"

The old man was not yet as high as the shoulders of the Sitting Ox, but when he spoke, the Sitting Ox bowed his head respectfully so that he could hear the old man's slurred speech.

"Sitting on the cow, do you see it? Before they died, they all headed in the direction of the turtledove! ”

The sitting cow followed Sekoya's gaze and glanced at the dead corpses on the ground, silent.

"This is the human heart, sitting on the cow!"

Sekoya turned and walked towards the next tribe.

He was sent away, and it was a long time before he straightened up again.

……

"Bell ......"

Six bells rang on the top of the mountain, announcing the arrival of six o'clock in the morning.

At this time of the year, up and down the hill, the sound of people starting to work would be heard at this time.

- Someone will raise the hammer, let go of his throat, and let out the first shout of the day;

- There will be people pushing wheelbarrows on the rugged mountain roads, selling steaming wild vegetable cakes, and the sound of the wheels is like a cheerful song;

- The boatmen on the Yellowstone River will shout and curse, why are the charcoal burners on the other side slow?

- The noise in the ironworks would suddenly sound, as if there was a sudden thrilling performance accident in the circus, and the people here were always so surprised.

- Even on the mountainside, in the simple wooden houses, the windows will be opened one after another. These people weren't there to see the sunrise, but to see the first wisps of white smoke coming out of the factory.

Today, however, Mount Brak is silent as if it were dormant.

The workers did not start work, the merchants did not set out their stalls, the wooden rafts were quietly moored in the river bays, and none of the miners left on time......

No one told them what to do today, but everyone made their own choices in their hearts.

In the rows of simple wooden houses on the mountainside, the windows facing the outside opened a crack almost at the same time, and then there was no more sound.

Only, the sound of breathing, mixed with the wet mountain breeze in the early morning, blew in front of everyone.

……

Four hours before 10 o'clock, Turtledove began to enjoy his breakfast.

Pumpkin, sweet potato, corn, and fifteen dollars together for a quail egg.

"Aren't the kids going to class today?" Turtledove asked.

He didn't hear a familiar voice, which made him a little unaccustomed.

Fifteen Dollar smiled and shook his head.

"Don't you want a burning Great Plains?" Fifteen said, "White Rock will burn more and purer than they do!" Live or die together! ”

Last night he patrolled the city for fifteen dollars, and he didn't say anything.

Just dressed in military uniform, holding a new eight-color flag, he walked from the straw shoe shop in the east of the city to the pickled fish stall in the west of the city, and from the cemetery in the south of the city to the gate of Baishi City in the north of the city.

He planted the eight-colored banner on the city gate. So, the hearts of everyone in the city were splashed with sparks at that moment!

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