"Of course! I totally believe that! Turtledove said to Gramm.

"Thank you for your trust in the Colosseum of Fort Laramie, and please sit down for a moment. You can think of it as an unexpected performance, just like meeting a little elk in a panic when you are out in the countryside, which is also quite a chic scenery, right? Mr. Ikaruga! Gram said.

"Okay, I'll appreciate it slowly." Turtledove replied.

Graham had other VIP guests to be appeased, so he didn't linger around Turtledove for long. After getting the turtledove's approval, he moved his pot-bellied body and walked towards the other boxes.

The turtledove stretched out his hand and pinched it with two fingers in the air, and the peso was stunned.

"Give me a cigarette, peso!" Turtledove said.

"Uh...... Aren't you a smoker? ”

"Now I want to smoke."

"Uh, okay, I'll look for it—" Peso replied, a little flustered.

At that moment, the sound of loaches rang out. "Sir, if you don't dislike my tobacco leaves being too rough, I've got one here,"

"Whatever, give me some light, loach!"

"Okay."

The loach approached his guest and struck a match.

It was the first time he had looked at his guests up close. This guest of his was quite young, except that a few gray hairs on his forehead were well hidden.

Also, he was very skillful in holding the cigarette, but his fingers were trembling slightly, and the cigarette butt was lit on the match several times without lighting it.

……

It's the age of muskets!

Where is the possibility of success in the slave revolt?

The gladiators led by Red Cloud stormed the audience, causing a huge commotion at first. But with a gunshot, the first gladiator began to fall......

Chaos makes the fearful more fearful and the brave braver.

This is reflected in the massacre in the gladiatorial arena, that is, the audience becomes more panicked after the gunshots, and the gladiators, who are already full of anger, are even more red-eyed.

Wails and cries became a noisy background sound after a long time, and the roars of the gladiators occasionally pierced through the glass and reached the ears of the turtledove like a heavy drum.

"Kill!"

"Kill you all!"

"Let's die together!"

All kinds of roars came, and the heavy drum struck on the turtledove's heart every time.

Not all of them are for freedom.

They just kill for the sake of killing.

When the long-suppressed hatred once finds an outlet, they will only behave more cruelly than everyone else.

Ikaruga saw a gladiator carrying half of the corpse and beating it repeatedly on the ground like a puppet, and he was still beating it hysterically.

It wasn't until a bullet hit him that he stiffened and stopped.

He looked around blankly, and finally shouted at the sky.

It almost brought the turtledove to tears.

"Mom...... I'm revenge! ”

The gladiator, as strong as an elephant, stretched his hands into the sky in vain and embraced a non-existent apparition before he collapsed with a bang.

And the red cloud has reached the top of the auditorium.

He was covered in wet blood, and his hair hung like weeds on top of his head.

He had one foot on the edge of the wall, and now, with a single leap, he could jump out of the arena and be free!

……

Turtledove's finger was burned by the burning cigarette butt, and the pain was so painful that he hurriedly dropped the cigarette butt and clenched the scalded finger tightly into his fist.

He hoped that Red Cloud would be able to escape.

However, he felt a sense of regret in his heart!

……

Ever since the establishment of White Rock City, he has felt more and more that the 'Great Righteousness' is terrifying.

When I was still fighting in the forests of the Sierra Madre before, a group of people ate the last meal but did not eat the next, killing people like killing chickens, and looting like mowing grass. The whole tribe is thinking only about one thing, how to snatch other people's things and make them their own.

The turtledove tribe is the largest group of bandits in the forests of the Madre Mountains.

At that time, regardless of the justice of TM, the big guy held his breath in his heart, just wanting revenge! Just to live!

But the turtledove knows that no country has ever been built on plunder!

Even Spain and Portugal, which he looked down on, were supported by industry, trade, plantations, the Renaissance, and mercantilism...... It's not a pirate who burns, kills, loots, and does all kinds of evil!

It was the Civil Code that made France great and not just Napoleon's cannons, it was the Industrial Revolution that made Britain an empire on which the sun never sets, not the steam fleet, and the United States in the future dominated the world, in addition to the dominant armed forces, what was even more terrifying was the so-called 'values'......

Hard power kills, one shot at a time.

Soft power kills, and the whole army is annihilated! is both murderous and heart-wrenching, and will even be grateful to the murderer!

Ikaruga was also obsessed with the 'powerful' forces of pirates and the East India Company, and he thought that as long as they were strong and evil enough, and as long as the Indians built up a force armed with blood and killing, no one would dare to provoke them, and the revival of the Indians would be achieved.

But after all, there was a soul from 'civilization' 200 years later, and after seeing this wild period of the 19th century with his own eyes, he realized that he was wrong!

The pirate regiment of the Great Powers eventually became the toilet paper of the Great Powers, at best a small brick that made up the colonial empire, not even a cornerstone.

Robbers, murderers, bandits...... If the Indians had been blinded by hatred and had ended up labeled as such, the turtledove would have no future at all.

The turtledove tribe in the forests of the Sierra Madre will be a flash in the pan, and the dream of White Rock City will eventually be a flash in the pan!

If 'barbarism' wants to attack 'civilization', it is inevitable that it will kill a lot, but it must not bear the sin of 'killing' because of this.

Whether the turtledoves want it or not, and no matter how much truth the previous history has buried, and how glorious the Indians were, in the middle of the 19th century, the Indians were 'savage'.

No amount of blood and tears can change this fact.

And if it wants to rise again, the only way it can go is to build its own 'civilization'.

Only in this way did the Indians have hope of turning the tables around.

Otherwise, sooner or later, the Indians will be crushed to pieces by 'civilization'. He can easily crush Fort Laramie with the blood wolves and waterwheels that are ready to attack outside the city, or he can quickly return to the division to fight Fremont, and even win another battle if he is lucky.

But so what?

He can win 100 times, but if he loses once, he loses all the games.

The United States, on the other hand, can lose a hundred times, but it only takes one win to win it all.

This is the power of 'civilization'!

This is the power of TM's 'righteousness'!

……

Red Cloud can escape, and if he does, he will be free.

The turtledove can also give him shelter at all costs.

But, from now on, he will become a 'criminal'!

As long as Turtledove still wants to establish his own order, wants a complete Laramie Fort, and wants to be an upright Indian leader, Red Cloud can only be a 'criminal'!

Just like the bearded man who hit the Twin Towers in later generations, no one can protect him.

No 'civilization' would allow such a killing in broad daylight, and even if there were, it would be a 'Germanic labor camp' or a 'xxx laboratory'.

It is said that even when Fremont shot the Indians, he would turn his head!

……

Red Cloud ......

Through the glass window, the turtledove saw the figure with one foot on the wall, and slowly raised his hand and waved at him.

Goodbye, Red Cloud!

Goodbye, the young man who rode a fast horse and carried a spear on his back, wading like the wind through the great plains to chase the sunset!

You...... Free!

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