Red Cloud!"

"Red Cloud!"

"Red Cloud!"

……

In the arena, the crowd shouted hysterically, cheering on the brave Indians in the arena.

The Indian now represents not only his own bravery, but also the hope of these gamblers.

In the past twenty-five battles, this Indian, who has been washed by pitch-black blood like a lump of iron, has defeated one opponent after another, creating one miracle after another!

It also brought them rolling wealth.

Some people replaced the wheelbarrow with a caravan, and some people replaced Mary with Anna, but most of them exchanged more chips and pressed on this Indian gladiator who repeatedly performed miracles.

Even if the opponent is wearing plate armor all over his body and holding a sword in his hand, the gamblers still believe that Red Cloud will not be defeated!

In the past twenty-five battles, this black iron Indian, with his fist, has smashed the skull of Menghu, smashed the wooden shield of the black monkey, and smashed the iron helmet of the white bear......

The fanatical gamblers believed him more than Red Cloud, and they even thought that even if there was a hard iron wall ahead, this black iron Indian could smash it with his fists!

What, it's an Indian?

Avid gamblers don't care about that.

An Indian who can earn them money, and a lot of money, is even closer than their own mother!

……

In a box on the edge of the gladiatorial arena.

The aged Oglala sat limply in a chair covered with velvet.

This is the best position in the gladiatorial arena, and from him he can clearly see the situation in the gladiatorial arena.

He heard the cries of the mountains and the tsunami, but Oglara could not say anything.

The man with his bare hands in the gladiatorial arena was his son!

The Mengshi who is worshiped by all the clansmen and called invincible by all gamblers is his son!

Proud?

He used to be proud.

But now, his head was so heavy that it seemed to be filled with lead, and he couldn't lift it no matter how hard he tried.

Because he knew that next, he would watch his son be killed in the gladiatorial arena!

In each of the past five gladiatorial battles, he has used a huge amount of wealth to buy his son to lose—it is by this means that he can keep his son alive forever.

But now, he can't come up with any more money!

Red Cloud is very capable of fighting, but no matter how much flesh and blood can fight, after all, it can't beat steel, gunpowder, and endless challenges!

Behind the fame of all is the wealth of the entire Oglara tribe.

Oglala abandoned everything for the sake of this son.

However, in the next battle, he will only be able to watch as his dearest son is beaten to death!

Because he can no longer take out anything of value.

A well-dressed Mexican stood beside him, looking at Oglala, who was slumped and motionless in his chair, and couldn't help but bow his head and remind him.

"Dear Chief Oglala, if you don't pay the money again, Red Cloud will only lose this game!"

This is a phrase that Mexicans have to say once before the last three gladiatorial fights begin.

This time, even this Mexican can see that the Oglara tribe has been drained and has run out of oil and water.

The reason for this reminder is purely out of politeness.

Where in this world is there a truly invincible gladiator?

The so-called victors are only those who can bring the greatest benefit to the owners of the Colosseum of Fort Laramie.

Such a person is called a "boxing king" by the audience and a "hero" by outsiders, but in the small room on the top floor of the gladiatorial arena, he is only called a "minting machine"!

"I ......"

The aged Oglala struggled to raise her head and said forcefully, "I...... Take all the land of Oglala......

Mexi

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The brother frowned politely, but out of professional ethics, he gracefully saluted Oglara and said, "Wait a minute, I'll go and report to my master!"

After the Mexican left, Oglala grabbed the hand of the needle priest.

The two of them hugged their heads and cried, but they didn't say anything.

Oglala, who once commanded the great plains, is now so weak that she can't even breathe.

Oglala, who once lost his wife and children to the enemy for the sake of his clan, now gave up his clan for the sake of his only son.

He gave up everything he had so that his son could live one more day.

Even if it's a day, Oglara feels it's worth it.

"Chief, go and ask the turtledove for help?" Said the priest of needle grass.

"Turtledove...... What about turtledoves?" Oglara asked.

"He's at least...... At least the leader of the Resistance!"

"Go, go......," Oglala said.

He didn't have much hope.

But what can be done?

He was not optimistic about the young man named Turtledove, and said that now on the Great Plains, the fire of the rebels was burning the earth.

But in Oglala's opinion, the turtledove's situation was not much better than that of the red cloud.

No, the turtledove's situation is even worse than that of the red cloud!

Red Cloud still has himself on the sidelines to renew his life, but what about Turtledove? The thin young man, who could only rely on his own strength, carried all the Indian tribes on his shoulders.

It's the turtledove, not Oglala, who needs to call for help!

If Oglala had been young, perhaps he would have said to the turtledove, "Will I share your burden?"

But the only wish of the elderly Oglara now is just to let his son live one more day!

Even if it was a day of exchanging the whole world for his son, he felt that it was worth it!

……

After a while, the Mexican walked into the box.

"Haha, dear Oglala, my master agreed to your terms. But you'll have to sign this deal first!"

The Mexicans pulled out a document that had apparently just been prepared, presumably pressed for time, and the agreement was written in the margins of a newspaper. Behind it is "Exciting! Letter from a Female Indian to a Male Indian".

Oglala raised her hand tremblingly, but she couldn't hold the pen tightly.

"Sign it, old chief! Your son is about to be killed!" The Mexicans gracefully persuaded.

The bells in the gladiatorial arena have already struck.

People are yelling.

"Get up, Red Cloud!"

"You bunny, get up! Beat him!"

"Where's your fist? You son of a bitch, get up and fight!"

"You Indian pig, have your guts been eaten by wolves? Don't lie there like a dead pig!"

How much the people worshipped Red Cloud before, how vicious they are to him now.

Oglala raised her cloudy eyes and saw that in the gladiatorial arena, the bright and swaying man was walking steadily forward with a bright sword in his hand.

A wriggling worm on the ground, and that's his son.

Oglala took his other hand in his hand and signed the document vigorously.

He hadn't even had time to see what was written on the treaty.

"Very well, old chief!"

The Mexicans took the treaty and said, "Have a good night!"

……

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out, and the tin giant fell.

I don't know when, Hongyun actually got a gun!

There was a lot of jumping in the audience, some people shouted that it was unfair, but more people were ecstatic that they had won another bet.

"Red Cloud!"

"Red Cloud!"

"Red Cloud!"

The voices of the shouts converged for

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Red Cloud's twenty-sixth victory.

This is an invincible gladiator!

This is an invincible Indian hero!

His reputation spread once again, and at the same time attracted more gamblers. A river of dollars, pesos, rubles and pounds converges on Fort Laramie from all sides.

The greater the fame of the red cloud, the thicker this river of wealth becomes.

People don't care about fairness or unfairness, they care about their own interests.

……

In the small room on the top floor of Fort Laramie, someone handed a bulging envelope to his attendants.

"This one, take it and send that crappy lawyer and tell him to shut me up! What's his name?"

"Abraham Lincoln, master!"

"Go, shut him up! He had to choose one of the silver and the lead!"

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