I don't know when it started, but the war horses of the sitting cow and the little crow have come together.

On the empty platform, they were the ones with the most people.

But now, that scrawny and panting soldier was as large as a flood beast, and one person occupied the entire space of the platform.

The sitting ox gently comforted the war horse beneath him, so that it would not move.

The turtledove on the balcony has not yet spoken.

The fifteen dollars lying on the ground were gone.

One after another, savage soldiers climbed over the fence and came to the open space in front of the two-story building.

Ever since they appeared, they have stood there without exception.

None of them looked at the sitting oxen, but just held their heads high, waiting for the turtledove on the balcony to speak.

Water was brought from the gate and placed at the feet of the soldiers.

But none of them reached for it.

……

The unicorn retreated into the middle of the crowd, looking at the "allies" who didn't even dare to breathe on the left and right, lowered his head, and only glanced around with the corner of his eye.

In the end, I couldn't help it, and touched the nearby little crow with my elbow.

"Have you ever seen such a soldier?"

The little crow was startled by this small movement, and then reacted again, shuddered, and swallowed his saliva.

After a while, he whispered, "If there is one such soldier among my people, I will make him my war priest!" ”

The unicorn muttered something that no one could hear, and his steps unconsciously retreated.

There was a sound of a horse's snort behind him, and he looked back to see the sitting ox sitting silently on the horse's back.

The unicorn couldn't help but think: Is even the sitting cow scared?

……

The turtledove had many, many things to say, but at this time, he didn't know what to say.

The chanting of the city gradually quieted down.

There are more and more soldiers in Shulotr. There was no longer any standing in the open space below, and some of them were standing on the fence.

The hand that the turtledove had raised from the beginning forgot to put it down, and just stood still out of thin air.

The shadows of the sun swayed, and the mountain wind echoed.

I only felt that my face was cold and damp, but I didn't dare to speak, for fear that as soon as I opened my mouth, I would want to breathe fire and ignite the world around me.

Finally, he clenched his fists tightly, took a deep breath hard, and shouted at the crowd in all directions:

"Let's Indians, unite from now on!"

……

After shouting these words, it was as if all his strength had been drained, and he could no longer speak!

What can the Shulotel Legion say to them, who have traveled from the mountains and forests of Madre three thousand miles to the south, and who have fought all the way to the death?

What can he say to the Tonatius Legion, which was almost wiped out with the white army, now crippled and still raising his arms and shouting from his hospital bed?

What can he say to these ordinary people in White Rock City, who are asking for nothing more than a few pesos for a full meal, who stand with him in such a difficult time, and do not hesitate to protect him with pickaxes and spatulas in their hands?

Even the chiefs in the city who wanted to question him, they represented more than 200,000 Sioux people on the Great Plains, although they were a little aggressive at first, but in fact they never thought of rebelling, what could he say to them?

What are these people here for today?

Who is the enemy?

Where is the enemy?

Who is the real enemy?

Ikaruga clenched his fists so hard that his nails were about to sink into his flesh!

Since the Battle of Kuauchtmok, this torrent that he had personally set up had finally drawn himself into it, making him himself a part of it.

He wanted to say to the Shulotel legion, your enemy is not the Indians in front of you, but the mountains and mountains that block you, the heavens, the earth, the mountains and rivers, the wind and clouds, the thunder and lightning!

He wanted to say to the Tonatiu Legion that your enemy is not just a Fremont, but a white civilization that has regarded us as beasts for three hundred years, an unstoppable wheel of history!

He wanted to say to the people of White Rock that your enemy is not the Indians themselves, but the food that you don't have enough to eat every day, the clothes that you can't wear every year, the hunger, the cold, and the thief who doesn't leave you a way to live!

He wanted to say to the chiefs who were now trembling and huddled on the platform, your enemy is not me, it is your fear, it is your weakness, it is the system that makes you weaker and weaker!

Everything in everything, the last of the last!

The turtledove just clenched its fists and roared towards the sky:

"Let's Indians, unite from now on!"

……

The strength of the strong man lies in the fact that he can choose to forgive;

The weakness of the weak lies in the fact that he has no choice.

This torrent set off by the turtledove himself, like the surging water of the Yellowstone River, was narrowed and restrained in a swirling spout after a violent and turbulent rush.

Sooner or later, the river will turn into a magnificent waterfall, but before that, it needs to be stored calmly, it needs to be patiently waited, and it needs to merge into an abyss with all the other rivers.

"Let's Indians, unite from now on!"

When the turtledove shouted this sentence hoarsely for the third time, everyone in the city came back to their senses as if they had been stunned by the thunder.

They were all ready for battle!

- Although they don't know who the enemy is, as soon as the turtledove says who the enemy is, they will rush forward without hesitation and tear all enemies apart with their weapons, as well as their fists and teeth!

- The Great Plains of Burning are ready to burn everything to the ground!

It's just that, at this time, they heard the voice of the turtledove.

I was a little hesitant at first!

Then I felt depressed in my heart, and my heart was unsettled!

Immediately, it aroused the monstrous anger in his heart, and the deep hatred in the sea of blood - in this vast world, where is the enemy, do you need to say more?

There is not a single Indian who has not witnessed a massacre!

There is not a single Indian who has not experienced the separation of wives!

There is not a single Indian who has not tasted the sorrow of the flight on the way!

This vast and deep hatred is like the fire underground, invisible, but it burns all the time.

The turtledove's words were like opening a gap in the ground, only after a short period of stillness, without warning, this earth fire erupted from the gap and soared straight into the sky!

……

"Let's Indians, unite from now on!"

From the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain, from the south of the mountain to the north of the mountain.

Even the scalp with a broken head and bleeding was held shoulder to shoulder with a few sturdy Hukpaha tribal warriors, roaring towards the sky!

It was as if their enemies were from heaven.

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Chapter Sixty-Six: Earth Fire Free Reading.