On May 20, 1843, the last week before the end of summer, the Blood Wolf led his troops into North Dakota, eastward, and stopped at the river.

The Blood Wolf garrisoned on the west bank of the Missouri River, but when the autumn wind was bleak, the four fields were silent, as if they were dead.

The soldiers, however, continued to excavate large quantities of pottery, bone and iron tools from the ground where they were encamped. After many years of washing and grinding, I can't tell the years anymore.

"There are abundant water and grass here, and there must have been a big city built here in the past!" The blood wolf couldn't help but sigh: "It's a pity that it is now a wilderness, people can't live, cattle and sheep can't rest, if you wait for another hundred years, the ruins here are also washed away by the river, who remembers that there were people from my tribe here?" ”

The whole army hugged their heads and cried.

That night, the blood wolf led the people to swim across the east bank of the river, and Leshi remembered:

'On another day, they will cross this river, and when they meet the first city, they will slaughter it, so as to reduce the hatred of the tribe a little! ’

……

The Great Plains continued to be conquered, but the prosperity of White Rock City was better than one day by one.

Fremont's messenger came a second time, and was received by fifteen dollars because Scalp was not there.

Negotiations broke down again.

Fremont's messenger threatened to send a large army eastward in the near future, and the White Rock City would be crushed into powder, and then there would be no chickens and dogs, and no tiles would remain!

Fifteen dollars threatens that Fremont is now the king of the clay pot, with enemies on all sides, and there are 100,000 troops under Brac Mountain, ready to cross the Yellowstone River and attack Oregon next week!

Fifteen dollars is not as rude as the scalp, and it punches and kicks at every turn.

But in the presence of the messengers, the tongue of the new translator was pulled out and he was released.

When he finished the negotiations and returned to the office he shared with Turtledove, he found Turtledove staring out the window at the sunset.

This scene made the nose of fifteen dollars sour again.

The quiet sunset shines on the quiet turtledoves.

Fifteen watched quietly, holding his breath, for fear that if he was not careful, he would shatter this rare silence.

"Haha, turtledove!" A voice suddenly sounded at this time.

What are you afraid of, Fifteen Dollars glanced at the man in the wheelchair with a big grin—damn beaver, why didn't you die on the top of Mount Braque?

But the beaver didn't care about Fifteen's cold eyes, but turned the wheel of his wheelchair and walked straight towards the turtledove.

As I passed by Fifteen, I bumped into him seemingly unintentionally.

“…… Oh, my darling fifteen dollars, why are you lifting my wheelchair? The beaver grabbed the wheelchair and made a silky drift, and by the time he said this, the wheelchair was already on the side of the turtledove.

"Okay, I see, you're careless!" Without waiting for a fifteen-dollar explanation, the beaver magnanimously forgave him. "Just pay attention next time, after all, I'm an old man, I'm still a cripple, I've worked hard for the cause of the rebels for so many years, and I'm often plagued by depression!"

Fifteen Dollars held his breath in his chest, stretched out his index finger, and pointed at the old thing tremblingly, "You...... I...... Wipe! ”

I really don't know what to say.

"Alright, beaver," Turtledove tossed the mummy in his wheelchair over and turned it towards him, "Tell me, what bad idea do you old liar?" ”

"Turtledove, before you listen to my bad idea, you should hear what Fifteen Dollars has to say!" Beaver said. "After all, he just messed up the negotiation again—"

"How did I mess up the negotiation?" Fifteen dollars couldn't help but ask.

This old thing slanders him for nothing else, and if he dares to slander his IQ, he will have to beat him for fifteen dollars today.

Thinking of this, fifteen dollars rolled up his sleeves.

"He actually put all the messengers of Fremont back!" The beaver fussed and said, "Maybe people in Fremont will think that we are a bad man!" The rule of the plains is that if you don't dare to kill him, he will dare to kill you—dear fifteen dollars, you don't even know this, do you? No way? ”

"So what do you think I should do? Kill them all? - Oh my God, if the messenger comes and dies one by one, let's talk about! You old immortal, I suspect your mind is full of gauze right now, let me check it for you-"

After saying that, fifteen dollars is going to be done.

"Turtledove, is your war priest only known how to kill? Didn't you say he had grown? That's it? The beaver spread his hands and looked at the turtledove suspiciously.

The turtledove felt some pain in his brain.

"Shut up, fifteen dollars!" The turtledove said to fifteen dollars, then turned back to the beaver, "Tell me a little bit about people!" ”

"Okay!" Mu Nayin coughed, straightened his body, and his voice became righteous and stern, and he was upright:

"Those envoys, under the pretext of negotiation, came to our army to spy on intelligence, which is really a great crime! In particular, the leader Armstrong, whose grandfather is said to have been a famous profiteer in Boston 70 years ago, specializing in smuggling tea, was sentenced to be hanged at that time, but he was convicted and absconded! - But, considering that they are messengers after all, the death penalty can be avoided, but the living crime cannot be escaped! ”

Fifteen Dollar sneered and said, "Everyone has already left, you just said this, are you a little late?" ”

"Justice will be late, but it will never be absent!" The beaver said awe-inspiringly.

"Haha, do you still want to catch up and kill them?" Fifteen dollars asked rhetorically.

"How can you kill people if they don't sin unto death?" The beaver looks like he hates iron but not steel. "Can you put something else in your head?"

"And what do you want?"

"Peel off their faces and give them a chance to mend their ways! Chop off their feet and make them reflect on the evil path they have taken! and cut them again, lest the seed of vile pollute their offspring...... That's pretty much it. Justice, more or less tolerant! ”

Fifteen Dollar and Turtledove glanced at each other, both speechless.

"Who did you ask to do this?" Turtledove asked.

"Huh? We've been talking for so long, haven't you all noticed that there is no one to push my wheelchair for me? See, I know that no one cares about the poor little sturgeon and smoked fish! ”

……

Never underestimate an old Indian's hatred of whites.

This kind of hatred makes an old Indian, like a perpetual motion machine, ponder day and night how to take revenge.

He will never let go of any opportunity -

"I've got a brilliant idea, turtledove, let's make an alliance with Fort Laramie, right?" The beaver said seriously.

The turtledove was taken aback. "An alliance with Fort Laramie? Beaver, you old bastard, what the hell do you think? ”

"Why don't you make an alliance with them, turtledove! The banner of Fort Laramie is 'fairness', our banner is 'justice', we are simply a pair made in heaven! ”

The turtledove tiger's body was shocked, and he only felt that the beaver was a strange brain circuit and terrifying!

He thought that he might have a lot of white allies in the future, such as England France or something, but he definitely didn't think that his first white ally would be Fort Laramie!

I erected the banner of 'justice' in order to catch big fish, and in the eyes of the beavers, I caught a small shrimp like Fort Laramie.

England France is more or less a great power, and Fort Laramie is a bastard who hides in the mountains and opens a field - as if he wanted to talk to Uncle Ma about business, but found out that he had found Uncle Bird!

- A few days ago, he was thinking about how to get there to get there.

The eyes of fifteen dollars suddenly lit up!

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