In the darkness of the night, the carriage carried turtledoves and red clouds, creaked and changed direction, heading for the Oglara tribe to the north.

After two more days and nights, on a misty evening, we came to a silent valley.

Red Cloud emerged from the carriage and sat on the wheels, his legs dangling under the wheels, swaying gently as the wheels moved forward.

"Turtledove, this is the Valley of Fireflies!"

Red Cloud raised his hand, pointed to the misty valley, and enthusiastically introduced it to the turtledove.

"It's autumn now, and the fireflies are hiding. If we come here in the summer, the mountains are full of fireflies, illuminating the whole valley, not to mention how beautiful it is! ”

"I used to come here when I was a kid and I used to come here with a glass bottle that filled a big bottle very quickly!"

"There used to be a firefly mage in the tribe, and if he found out, he would tell me that the fireflies in the bottle were talking!"

"There were fireflies who said, 'Why are we in bottles, let me out,' and fireflies who said, 'I'm about to suffocate and can't breathe'—the firefly mage told a lot of strange stories, but those were when I was a kid, and I can't remember what the story was about!"

"It's very lively in the valley, you'll find out in a moment."

"The Oglara tribe is a very large tribe, and this branch of the Firefly Valley is only a part of it......"

With the chatter of red clouds, the carriage drove into the valley.

This was the first time that the turtledove had really entered an Indian tribe.

In the valley, low wooden houses stood side by side, neatly like containers on the wharf in later generations.

The ground was muddy, and there were piles of cow and sheep dung, grass stalks, sundries, and so on.

The air smelled of grass and dirt mixed with feces.

The valley protects the people here from the cold winds, but it also accumulates smells, which prevent the air from circulating well.

It looks unremarkable, but the piles of tombs behind the houses show that this is a very old village, not a newly built preserved settlement.

"Aries! Bison! Big! Old Stone ......"

Red Cloud shouted.

"Come out, I'm coming!"

The carriage drove down the dirt path into the village, and Red Cloud shouted at the dark wooden houses on both sides of the road.

The knights scattered, some running up the hill, some running a few paces ahead.

The valley was silent, save for the sound of red clouds shouting.

"Big bug! Bright! Dog tail! Beech ......"

The knights soon came back again, and one by one they silently followed behind the carriage.

It wasn't until the carriage was about to reach the end of the road, and through the door of a black wooden house, that an old Indian emerged.

He was naked, and he didn't even have a single piece of clothing on.

The bleak autumn wind blew through him like a cold stone.

He looked at the carriage with a blank look, and the red cloud on top of it, which was wrapped like a corn cob.

"Are you ......?" Hongyun looked at him suspiciously, and he realized that he didn't even know this person.

The old man looked at Hongyun with drowsy eyes, his face was about to touch Hongyun's face, and after recognizing it for a while, he said tremblingly, "You are ...... Red clouds? ”

"Ahh You're a calf! You're a calf! ”

The old man cracked his mouth and smiled, revealing a rotten blackened gum.

Red Bull grabbed his hand, turned around, and proudly said to the turtledove: "Look, this is the calf!" When we were younger, we drove cattle together and drove them from here to the Missouri River, hundreds of miles away! ”

The turtledove jumped out of the carriage and hugged the man named the calf.

It's hard to imagine that this is the body of a young man in his 20s, so thin that he is as thin as a branch that has been dried for decades and hollowed out by insects, and the turtledove is even afraid that his hand will accidentally strangle his shoulder.

"What about the people in the village?" Turtledove asked.

The man looked at the turtledove blankly, not understanding what the turtledove said.

Hongyun asked repeatedly, even if it was a translation, it was also his own question.

The calf pointed to the north side of the valley and said, "The chief is dead, and they have gone to eat!" ”

After saying this, the little calf said to Hongyun: "Hongyun, you will be our chief from now on!" ”

……

It was believed that the chieftains of the Indians had the power to kill and kill, and could exploit their people at will to make themselves live a life of fine food and clothing.

In reality, however, this is not the case – not for all tribes.

Like the white aristocracy, the Tree chieftain in the south could wear tailor-made suits, drink red wine imported from France, and smoke cigars from Cuba......

The same chief, Oglala in the north, used to have the most extravagant pleasure of lying in bed and eating a P&G painkiller.

Now that he is dead, according to the custom of the Oglara tribe, all the tribesmen can go to him for a full meal.

When Oglara was young, he was once the most powerful samurai in the Great Plains.

Even when he was old, lying in bed and barely moving, his tribe was the most powerful in the Great Plains.

But now he's dead.

The last thing he could do was to invite his people to his place for a meal.

……

Hongyun's hand holding the calf trembled.

He opened his mouth, but didn't make a sound.

After a while, he asked, "Why don't you go?" ”

"Me?" The calf shook his head and said, "You see, I'm dying, so I won't waste the chief's food!" ”

Red Cloud hugged the calf and tried to drag him into the carriage.

He tried, but instead of doing so, he rolled to the ground with the calf, splashing all over his body with mud.

The turtledove picked them up one by one and stuffed them into the car.

The carriage creaked north, leaving the misty and silent valley.

"Calves?" Hongyun asked

"Hmm."

"Do you think Oglala is a good chief?"

"Of course!" The calf carefully bit the skin of the potato and said, "Look, our firefly village is much more prosperous than any other village!" ”

Turtledove believes that when the calf says this, it is definitely not ironic or self-deprecating.

The Valley of the Fireflies, even if it is so withered that there is not even a dog, is much better than other tribes in the hearts of the calves.

"Let's go overnight, turtledove!" Hongyun said to the turtledove: "My father invited them to dinner, if we hurry up, maybe I can help!" ”

……

The carriage in the dark couldn't go very fast.

In the middle of the night, a pack of coyotes with green eyes were far behind the carriage.

It was only when they ran close that a gunshot rang out, scaring them away.

They followed them until dawn, and then reluctantly left.

After the sun came out, the carriage finally turned over the last hill.

The turtledove was napping by the window of the car, and when he heard a distant noise, he lifted the window and looked at it.

At a glance, he saw the Indians lying on the ground in a radial pattern around a thatched hut all over the hills...... Their golden shells stained the earth like fallen leaves.

In the autumn wind, there was a whining cry.

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