The old Indians' singing was poignant and sorrowful, and for a moment the noisy tavern was silent.

No one could understand what he was singing, but the turtledove's body was trembling.

……

"Barbarian and cunning summer for many years"

"The Wind Blows the Grass Heart"

"Fist Fist"

"Loyal to the sky, heart to the spring"

"Benevolence takes righteousness, clothes and belts are engraved"

……

The familiar voice poured into the turtledove's ears, and it only felt as if Hong Zhong Dalu was ringing close to his ear, and his mind went blank, and he couldn't think of anything or say anything.

But he suddenly understood it in his heart.

The old Indian had not a guitar in his hand, but a lute!

The old Indian's head was not wrapped around a turban, it was a festival!

The old Indian sang not about nostalgia for Virginia, but about Su Wu shepherding sheep!

That old Indian is not an old Indian, he is on the other side of the ocean, his China!

……

At this time, not only the land of the Americas was poisoned by the white people, from Africa to Asia, from the Indian Ocean to the Pacific Ocean, there was no place without smell, and everywhere was without smoke!

As long as the skin is not white, it is not a cow or a horse!

"Hungry and snowy, only felt and hair"

"Lack of food, picking ferns"

"Described as haggard and poignant"

……

"Turtledove! Turtledove!"

The giant grabbed the turtledove's body and shook it a few times, "What's wrong with you?"

The turtledove suddenly woke up.

"Oh, I'm fine! It's okay! But when I heard the song, it was very familiar, very familiar—"

"Ah! Don't...... Is he from your tribe? That's great, I'll buy him later!" Peso said hurriedly.

Just now, he also noticed that the turtledove's expression was wrong.

The tribe of turtledoves, said to come from the Chenuk in the north, is a long-extinct tribe, and it is indeed very exciting to meet the tribe's people here.

"Good, good!" Turtledove said, "When he finishes singing, you go and let him come—" Turtledove commanded.

But at that moment, a bottle of wine was thrown on the table and smashed on the head of the old "Indian."

"Sing you MLG Pu Xi, sing it! It's like TM's dead father, just get someone else!" Someone in the audience shouted.

Immediately afterwards, several people shouted, obviously unwilling to listen to it anymore!

Two irascible drunkards rushed up drunk, grabbed the old man's "guitar" and smashed it on his head, smashing the "guitar" to pieces.

Even the two girls in short skirts were carried down by the angry drunkard, and the tavern was in chaos.

"Hurry up, save people! Help!" The turtledove hurriedly shouted.

The guard beside him was not slow, rushed to the platform in the middle, dragged the man down, and when he was lifted in front of the turtledove, he only had one breath left.

Turtledove grabbed his hand and asked, "What's your name?" How did it end up here? You can rest assured, you hold on! I'll save you! I'll save you!"

The man's face was covered with blood, and he was already dying, but when the turtledove said the first words, he suddenly struggled again, his eyes widened, and his thin hands grasped the turtledove tightly, and his mouth was full of laughter.

Seeing him struggling to survive, turtledove's tears flowed down with a loud sound, hugged him in his arms, and said vigorously, "Don't worry, don't worry, you won't die, I will save you......

But he heard the man say, "I am ...... Guangdong...... Sanyuanli...... Xiucai Zhang ...... Mourning for the ......"

"Stop the bleeding! Come and stop the bleeding!" The turtledove shouted.

The accompanying doctor took out the bandage, hesitated for a moment, and only put the bandage on the old Indian's head, and after a while the blood was soaked again.

"Huh...... ...... water," blood gurgled out of the man's mouth, but he couldn't even hear what he was saying.

vaguely is the lyrics:

"Broken eyes, by the Black River"

"The word lonely loyalty, pitching is worthy of the sky"

The turtledove hugged him hard and watched as he swallowed his last breath.

The body in his arms gradually stiffened.

The doctor stopped wrapping the bandages, and the giant hard and the peso hung their heads around the turtledove, thinking that the last of the turtledove's people had lost their lives.

There was a commotion in the tavern, and the crowd fled as quickly as a gunshot rang out for some unknown reason.

This noisy place has finally been quiet again.

***

Armand Duval, clutching his gun tightly in his hand, aimed hard through the crack in the door.

His hand trembled with his gun, and he put it down with relief until the people outside had already walked away in a noisy.

"You filthy fools! Dirty idiot! If only I had cleaned it up for you when I was young!"

He swore and opened the door and kicked the shivering bartender behind the counter, "Hurry up and clean up!" The next wave of guests may be here again!"

"Old ...... Boss, I don't want to do it anymore! I don't want to do it anymore!" The bartender was a coward, cowering under the counter and refusing to get up.

"you M, you didn't say that when Lao Tzu bought you back!" Armand put the barrel of his gun on the bartender's head and said fiercely, "Tell me that you are the most loyal servant of the Empire, and if Louisiana can't return to the arms of the Empire, you can't die!"

"Boss...... Please, boss, let me go!" The bartender burst into tears and said, "When you ransomed me from the prisoner of war camp, His Majesty the Emperor was still in the prime of life, but now, His Majesty the Emperor has been dead for more than 20 years!"

"Silva!" Armand pulled the trigger, and the sound of "click" sounded in the bartender's ear: "If you don't want France, then France won't want you either!"

"Your Excellency Baron Armand! Please, have mercy on me, I'm a 50-year-old man!" The bartender said in a trembling voice.

Armand was stunned for a moment, and then noticed that the sobbing bartender in front of him was gray-haired.

And his gun hand was also trembling, the back of his hand was covered with age spots, and the blue blood vessels were buried under the skin like earthworms.

It turns out that he is also an old man?

When the last troops were withdrawn from Haiti, they told themselves that it would not be long before they would return.

But more than 30 years have passed, why haven't they come back?

"Your Excellency Baron Armand!" The bartender lowered his head, as if he did not notice Armand's hesitation, and said incoherently, "Let me go back!" My home is in Burgundy, I joined the infantry at the age of 20 and I haven't been home for over 30 years! I wanted to go back to see my mother, and I promised him that I would go back......

"Shut up, you traitor!" Armand suddenly became furious. "Your mother is dead!"

Silva sobbed and said, "The Empire is gone, His Majesty the Emperor is gone, and my mother is gone...... Your Excellency, what are we for? Is it for the sake of the Empire?"

Armand gritted his teeth and pressed the muzzle of the gun to Silva's temple, but his hands were still shaking, and no matter how hard his fingers tried, he couldn't pull the trigger.

"Peter Davis is a piece of shit! It's impossible for us to rely on him to make a comeback, Your Excellency!" The old bartender said tremblingly.

Armand raised the butt of his rifle and smashed it on Silva's forehead.

"Shut up, Silva, you old fool!"

Armand stood up trembling and muttered, "Peter Davis is a piece of shit, but his brother is not!"

Armand's eyes wandered around the quiet tavern, only to realize that there was a group of people in the corner.

The terrible Indian chief had not gone away, but had a dead man in his arms, his head bowed, and he sang softly a song that no one could understand.

Probably it was the funeral song of the Indians!

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