"Captain!"

"Mr. Armstrong!"

Crick and Anelka rushed over, lifted their regimental commander from the ground, stroked his chest and rubbed his back, and fiddled for a long time before he finally saw Armstrong sit up straight in his chair with his own strength.

"Idiot!" Armstrong gritted his teeth and said, "Idiot! You're dead, you're all dead! ”

"Haha!" Scalp laughed nonchalantly and said, "Why don't we fight again?" ”

"Idiot!"

Armstrong stared at his scalp with a vicious look in his eyes.

However, he was a professional negotiator and had considerable experience in negotiating with Indian tribes.

He restrained his anger, turned around and pulled out an envelope from his briefcase, and motioned for the Smith translator next to him to hand it to the scalp.

"Mr. Fremont has a letter, and I hope the turtledove will see it for himself!" Armstrong said.

Smith picked up the letter, handed him to Scalp, and snorted coldly at Scalp.

When the scalp reached out to take the envelope, he shook the hand holding the envelope, let the scalp take it empty, and then said in Sioux language: "I don't know what is dead or alive, I advise you-"

Scalp grabbed the leather shoes on the table and slapped them in Smith's face with a 'snap'!

"Do your job as a traitor, MF!"

Before Smith could react, he kicked him down with a kick on the scalp, and kicked Smith a few more times.

It wasn't until Smith lay on the ground and could barely move that he bent down and snatched the envelope from under Smith.

The Cricks stood up and gathered around their scalps.

The spirit guy in the white shirt was still the spirit guy, and he took the initiative to meet a few people with a stalk around his neck.

"Come on! Let's fight! Hit it here! ”

Scalp patted his neck, "You have the ability to hit me!" Come on! Come on! Lao Tzu lost a hair today, and you all have to die here! ”

Leaning on one head, he arched the Cricks back again and again.

"Enough! Idiot! Armstrong slapped the table and said, "The letter is yours!" You can't be the master of this kind of big thing! Hurry up and send you turtledoves, you can't afford to eat the big thing if you delay the big thing! ”

"Lao Tzu can't be the master?" Scalp sneered, "Keep your dog's eyes open, MD!" You're talking to the Priest of Peace in White Rock, bastard! Can't Lao Tzu be the master? ”

Scalp tore open the envelope in front of Armstrong.

I saw a light pigeon feather falling out of the envelope.

The scalp was stunned for a moment, and he lowered his head to pick it up and took a look, only to see that the light pigeon feathers were still covered with black blood.

"What kind of birds?" Scalp asked, puzzled.

"Humph!" Armstrong sneered and said contemptuously: "War or peace, it's up to you to decide!" ”

"Decide you MLGB!" Scalp scolded.

He can't get used to these tricky things, he doesn't read much by himself, but this person still plays like this?

He looked into the envelope, and there was nothing but the pigeon feather.

"Ahem-spit!"

Scalp spat into the envelope, crumpled the pigeon feather and stuffed it back in.

Then he pulled Armstrong's chest open and stuffed the envelope inside.

"You can go back!"

"Go back and tell Fremont that this is Lao Tzu's reply!"

Armstrong was stunned and couldn't move for a while.

After a long while, he stood up tremblingly, pointing at his scalp and his lips moving for a long time, but after all, he didn't say a word.

"Burn the pen!" Scalp chuckled.

The action just now broke free from the white shirt on his body, revealing his body still wrapped in bandages under his clothes.

Scalp simply took off his white shirt, still feeling comfortable bare-chested.

"You ......," Armstrong wanted to say.

"Get out!" Scalp didn't want to talk to him.

"Let's go!" Armstrong yelled, got up without hesitation, and walked out the door.

Crick, Smith, Anelka, and Stephen all stood up—

"Wait a minute!" Scalp suddenly remembered something and said loudly.

"What more do you want?" Armstrong asked angrily.

"You white masters can go, this traitor will stay for me!" Scalp said.

"Why?" Smith asked angrily.

"What do you want to do?" Armstrong asked. As the head of the negotiating team, it is impossible for him to give up his team members-

Scalp laughed twice, stretched out his tongue and licked his lips, and said: "Look at him unhappy, kill him to relieve his boredom!" ”

- Armstrong hesitated, thinking that this Smith should not be counted as his own team member, right?

- Smith's face changed, his cheeks couldn't help twitching, and he was furious, "Lao Tzu is a legal citizen of the Federation......

***

Little Andrei gave up trying to persuade his scalp to put on a suit again.

He looked at his scalp with stars in his eyes, and from this moment on, the shirtless spiritual guy left an indelible impression on him for the rest of his life.

He studied for three years and spent three years learning to be obedient and obedient.

But it only took a minute to forget everything, learn to resist, and how to be an intimidating bastard who is used to intimidating to the limit.

"Scalp priest?"

"Please call me the Priest of Peace!"

"In case, who really gathered the army to fight, did we stab the basket?" Little Andrei asked.

"How big is the basket?"

Little Andrei stretched out his palms and compared, and then opened his arms to compare with a larger one.

"It's just such a basket of fart!" Scalp rubbed his hairstyle, and said nonchalantly: "When I was in the forest of Sierra Madre, the people who could poke the basket were people with ability!" ”

Scalp gave little Andrei a haircut in the mirror, and said nonchalantly:

"Back then, the tribe had just been established, and there were only seven or eight men and a dozen guns, so weren't the conditions more difficult at that time than now?"

"But who have we been afraid of?"

"Lieutenant George from Greenstone Village knows, right? An army of 200 people is coming to fight us, and we can't pick it up! ”

"The El Paso Legion is awesome, right? That's the regular legion of the Republic of Texas! Let's play it like playing - you have time to ask the watermill lying on the bed in the backyard, that's when this guy started to shake! ”

"So, lad, don't be afraid to poke the basket!"

"Who is not born to be a talent! Poke a few more baskets to grow up, and when you grow up, you can help us! ”

"Even if Lao Tzu can't hold back, isn't there still a turtledove?"

Scalp used his own saliva to give little Andrei a hairstyle almost exactly like his own, and whistled with satisfaction.

"Handsome!"

He stretched out his thumb in the mirror, and he didn't know if he was praising his craft, or praising little Andre, or praising himself?

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