"Laiang! It's Laiang! ”

Peter Davis jumped to his feet, rushed out of the eaves, crashed into the rain, leaned hard against the railing, and tried to look at the approaching cavalry in the distance.

The Cavalry was getting closer, and Peter Davis had seen their flag.

A golden 'l' on the top of the banner loomed in the wind.

That's right, that's the flag of Laiang.

"Laiang! Laiang! Peter Davis waved excitedly at the cavalry outside the manor, then turned to all the Indians on the terrace, and proudly shouted, "Look, that's my faithful Laiang!" ”

……

The high-spirited Peter Davis, after seeing the cavalry approaching the manor, radiated all over his body.

He stroked the curled hair on his forehead with his snow-white fingers, lifted his head slightly, and said to the ugly Indian with his chin:

"You're done! You're all done! ”

He flicked his fingers gently, as if this group of Indians who were close to Chi Qi and still had bloody knives in their hands were all deprived of their lives by him with a flick of his fingers.

"Uh-sorry, Mr. Peter Davis!" The ugly Indian said, "You'd better see if they're coming to Ang!" ”

Peter Davis snorted coldly and said, "On the Great Plains, only Leon is qualified to use this flag!" ”

"Uh...... Well, you're right, Mr. Peter Davis! ”

The ugly Indian, who was really good-natured, just stopped talking.

Peter Davis was ready to use his eloquent rhetoric and meticulous logic to conquer the stubborn Indian, and the Indian threw in the towel, which made him feel sorry for his lack of victory.

As everyone knows, the Indian standing opposite him has actually been conquered by his strong 'self-confidence'!

It is true that the huge 'l' flag is the flag of Laiang, but the man who bears the flag can tell at a glance that he is an Indian!

And the people who followed the banner could tell at a glance that they were all Indians!

But Mr. Peter Davis, who has the great ability to turn a blind eye to all the things that are not good for him, is able to take this cavalry as if he were his loyal Leon!

This is Mr. Peter Davis!

Mr. Peter Davis is always on top!

Mr. Peter Davis, who always has the odds in his hands!

Forever proud, confident, powerful, prestigious, unyielding!

……

The cavalry quickly poured into the manor and climbed the stone steps to the terrace.

A young man, dressed in brand new clothes and a pair of shiny boots, came to the middle of the terrace in a few steps.

He first looked at the ugly Indian and exclaimed, "Uncle! ”

The ugly Indian tilted his head at Peter Davis and sighed, "Alas, if you don't come again, I think I'm going to be mentally ill!" ”

"So hard?" The young man asked.

The ugly Indian snorted at Mr. Peter Davis and shook his head.

"Don't worry, uncle! I don't accept the blood wolf monopoly! The young man said.

After saying that, he walked to Peter Davis's side in three steps and two steps, and without looking at it, he slapped him in the face a few times.

He decided to talk about it after the fight!

Peter Davis screamed at first, and then a second slap slapped his voice back.

After more than a dozen slaps were slapped, the person was already soft.

He was picked up by the young blood wolf like a lump of mud, and looked at him eye to eye, "I heard that you have a hard time? ”

Peter Davis is red-faced, and he doesn't know if he was fanned or!

At this moment, the pride from the Anglo-Saxons suddenly poured into his body again. He decided to be a brave soldier, a heroic king, a dignified nobleman worthy of his identity -

"Listen, you lowly slave!"

Tears were streaming down Peter Davis's eyes, and his body was shaking, and beneath him began to trickle.

But it is so wonderful that from his mouth, he can say a high-minded, righteous and stern word:

"You have committed an absolutely unpardonable sin! Your offense against me will be punished—what about Leang? Do you dare to bring Ryang to me and see if I will let Ryang forgive you? ”

"You filthy Indian! Your fingers hurt me! ”

The young blood wolf looked at this Peter Davis who was shaking like chaff in his hand, and he suspected that his ears had misheard.

He turned his gaze suspiciously to the ugly Indian who had come first, and received only a helpless reply.

"I'm going!" The blood wolf opened his eyes, and finally couldn't help but sigh: "I kind of understand, why do you dare to let the turtledove come to see you after three days!" You're really a talent——! ”

The blood wolf dropped Peter Davis, grabbed a large package from under the feet of his entourage, and shook it, causing a pile of round human heads to roll out of it.

His movements were rude, as if he were dumping a pile of rotten potatoes.

"Laiang? If you want to come to Ang, Lao Tzu will give you a Lai Ang......" The blood wolf kicked one of the heads at the feet of Peter Davis, then swung his toes and kicked the other head. “…… I'll give you a Brown! ”

"Lao Tzu was ordered to give you a second gift - to eradicate all your enemies for you, MD, what a fool is a fool!"

"You're a good kid! You're the king of Laramie Castle from now on, aren't you happy? The blood wolf lifted his new leather boots and wiped them left and right on Peter Davis's snow-white face.

"Meet our chief tomorrow morning, and that's it!"

"Of course, the location is determined by our chief, and you forget the chicken feathers!"

"Shut up! You neurotic! ”

The blood wolf is a young Zhuang faction under the command of the turtledove, although if you calculate carefully, compared with the old people like the parrot greyhound waterwheel, he will not join the army only 1 year later.

But this 1 year has been like a moat.

At one end of the moat are the calm and solemn old tribesmen, they are all covered with scars, tears always flow when they mention the past, although they are also heroic in battle, but every time they fight, they are as heroic as if they are going to die;

At the other end of the moat are the young tribesmen who like to wear new clothes, like to fantasize about the infinite future, and are as heroic as the old tribesmen when they fight, but they don't feel like they are sending them to death, they feel that they are breaking the chains and creating a future!

The old tribesmen were easily bewitched by the old bastard of the beaver, probably because they felt that their strength was not enough, so they began to believe in 'convincing people with reason';

The young tribesmen don't like old bastards like beavers, they like flat-headed guys like turtledoves, and they will do it if they don't accept it! The big guy has all the strength on his arms!

At the same time as the blood wolf spoke, Peter Davis was also talking, but both of them were talking to themselves, both of them had long mouths and no ears.

In the end, it was Peter Davis who won, and after taking another slap from the blood wolf, he managed to utter the last sentence, stubbornly making up for the last slash, dealing damage of '-1':

"If you have a kind, let the turtledove come to me! Let him come to me at once! ”

……

Inside the city of Fort Laramie.

The tavern was as quiet as usual, but outside the tavern, it was like a beep bobo like fried beans.

Occasionally, there was a loud bang, and when the red light suddenly lit up, it illuminated the tavern like a bloody hell. The ruins in the center of the tavern cast a messy silhouette on the rooftop, like the tentacles of the devil's minions.

Armand stood up several times and sat down again.

The turtledove beside him was lying on the counter, his eyes closed, as if he was really taking a nap.

At about 11 o'clock, the sound of fried beans outside the tavern became sparse and soon stopped completely.

Not long after, the sound of horses' hooves sounded outside the tavern, and a figure wrapped in a red cloak pushed open the door of the tavern, and there was a sound of wind and rain outside the tavern.

"Idordove, the second gift has been delivered. Where do you see him tomorrow morning? The black figure asked.

The turtledove lifted its sleepy head, as if trying to wake up from its sleep.

But he failed, and only said in a daze: "Then the gladiatorial arena!" ”

"Okay."

The figure receded gently, as if for fear of disturbing the turtledove's sleep.