"Haha! Hahaha! ”

The beaver burst out laughing, and after laughing for a long time, he said to the turtledove, "You liar! Swindler! Swindler! ”

The turtledove clasped her hands and looked at him quietly.

"I don't believe a word about justice, I don't believe a word! Don't believe a word! Is there still fairness in this world? Is there justice in this world? ”

"Haha! Hahaha! ”

The beaver laughed so hard that tears flowed from his eyes as if he had thought of the funniest thing possible.

"Turtledove, if I hadn't seen how you grew up in the Harrison Valley, if I hadn't experienced how sinister, cunning, cruel and vicious you were, I would have thought you were a naïve dreamer!"

"The biggest liar I've ever seen is you!"

"You really didn't lie to them, because you really believed this, and even you lied to yourself!"

"Fair? Justice? Haha, anyone who believes this is either the most naïve fool or the most insidious thief! ”

……

"Then you will take me for a naïve fool, beaver!" Turtledove said.

……

The beaver looked at the turtledove in amazement, then laughed again.

"Fair? Even the gladiators of Fort Laramie knew that there is no such thing as fairness or unfairness in this world, only profit! Profit! Or TMD's profits! ”

"Ikaruga, you are the biggest and biggest liar I have ever seen! You're not just lying to others, you're lying to yourself—"

In the beaver's eyes, there was a sly light.

The corners of his mouth seemed to be about to laugh, and the big cracked mouth was about to reach the base of his ear—

"—I like it, though!"

"Who doesn't like to wear a nice dress?"

"Under this beautiful garment, the killing you do is not called killing, it is called judgment! Deception is not called deception, it is called a white lie! Treachery is not called perfidy, it is called improvisation! ”

"We are deceived because we have compassion!"

"Burn and loot, that's called a thunder method!"

"TMD, it's a shame to sell Louisiana to the Americans, it's easy to say that it's a fair deal!"

"Who told us to stand for justice?"

"Tearing them into pieces is for scientific research; Hang them from the cliff to protect the animals! Destroy their cities, cut off their civilizations, kill their wives and children, cut off their hands and feet and throw them into the icy Atlantic, haha, this is for ...... It's all for the justice of TM! ”

"Slay down our enemies, take away their possessions, take captive their wives and children, and hear their bitter weeping...... When they did these things, they called it 'civilization,' and now we can do the same, right? We should call it 'justice,' right? ”

"Haha, justice! …… Turtledove, you liar, big liar! I like it! I love your justice, hahaha! ”

The beaver laughed and told the sturgeon and smoked fish to push their wheelchairs and turn away.

He had just been immersed in the illusion of being abandoned by the times, panic and trembling; But in the blink of an eye, he found the meaning of life again.

The world is still the same world, and the logic of operation has not changed.

The turtle dove is still the turtle dove, and the beaver is still the same beaver!

The new era did not abandon him, it only became more hypocritical, almost unrecognizable to him.

……

The turtledove frowned.

sighed in my heart, why, beaver has to misinterpret himself so much?

I obviously represent justice!

Obviously, what he taught him was a dignified 'Nine Yin True Scripture', why did this guy practice it the other way around?

***

The significance of the Western Expedition lies not in victory, but in rejection.

Trying to defeat Fremont at this time is a fantasy.

However, if Fremont can understand that his rash eastward march will also pay a heavy price, then, for some time to come, White Rock will be able to enjoy a period of 'peace' under the threat of terror.

Fifteen was always thinking about how to win at first, so he was restless and worried about it. As the war priest of White Rock City, he really can't accept a war that he can't win.

However, when he came out of the turtledove's conference room, he suddenly became relaxed.

The turtledove didn't tell him how to fight this battle, but he told him how to fight the next series of battles!

The war with Fremont was not a decisive battle or two, but an innumerable battle that would be fought for a long time to come.

Maybe he will lose some of these wars, or even most of them, but, as long as he has faith in his heart, sooner or later he will hold out until the day of victory.

Fail once, twice, many times, it doesn't matter!

He won't be able to win every battle for a long time to come, but as long as he can hold on, he will win sooner or later.

He's going to have one game, one game, and another ...... Successive battles.

Win or lose, all this, one, and one battle after another, woven together into a real war!

……

The watermill returned to the hospital room and stared blankly at the beds that had become empty.

Who would have thought that the once brave waterwheel, the commander of the Tonatiu Legion, would be tired of the battlefield?

Even if he prides himself on steel, he is flesh and blood after all.

The tiredness of the body can be recovered by time, but the tiredness of the mind can only become heavier and heavier with the passage of time.

The rain battle on the banks of the Yellowstone River made him wonder if he was still a 'person' and what was the meaning of his existence?

He sat alone for a long time.

It wasn't until the sun was about to set that he suddenly dropped his crutches, grabbed the clothes at the head of the bed and put them on his body, turned around and walked out.

"The life given to the turtledove, I can be considered to have survived!"

"But there's still something in this world that needs me!"

"In order that the Indians of this world will not be slaughtered again, I will fight until the last moment of my life!"

"The banner of justice never ends!"

……

Riding along the mountain road, he returned to his office without thinking.

There were several people calling him along the way, and he didn't even notice.

It wasn't until he returned to his seat that his subordinates handed him a large stack of papers, interrupting his thoughts.

"What is this?" Sitting on the cow asked.

"This is the descending book of the Green Valley tribe, as well as the Mountain Eagle Division, the Water Rhinoceros Division, the Boxwood Division, and the Rain Sound Division......"

The subordinates stacked the documents in front of him one by one, and praised them without a mouth: "Sir is famous, there are many tribes, and he didn't wait for the arrival of the blood wolf at all, so he directly handed over the letter, expressing his willingness to surrender......

"Surrender?" Zaniu picked up a document and glanced at it casually.

"Yes, surrender!" The subordinate said, "What else can they do if they don't surrender?" ”

"Oh-" sat in the cow's thoughts, and only then did he pull out of his deep thoughts. He put them all aside and said to his subordinates:

"—this is not called surrender, this is just their awakening!"

"Herald: I forgive their sins and welcome them into the army of justice and light!"

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