"Smack! Syllable! Syllable! ”

In the silent conference room, the slow applause of the turtledove was particularly loud.

After a while, the crescent moon also applauded.

Little Andre bit his lip, lowered his head, and looked at Sekoya secretly.

His teacher's face was now sinking like water, his face was gray, and his spirit had completely collapsed.

Little Andre felt guilty, and although he was encouraged by the encouragement from the turtledove, he never dared to raise his head.

He was no longer an innocent teenager, and he knew what it meant to openly break with his teacher on such an occasion. He also knew how disappointed Teacher Sekoya should be in his heart at this time.

Oregon, however, ......

This is a unique opportunity!

It is an Indian warrior who has sacrificed an unknown number of people, since three years from the Madre mountain forest tribe, stubble after stubble of Indians have constantly filled their lives into the flesh millstone, fighting one victory after another, every step can not be wrong, every day must be used to the extreme, even an inconspicuous Indian to take a breath is a sin...... This is finally a chance to fight!

Such an opportunity would never have arisen again!

If it weren't for turtledoves, the Indians would never have had such an opportunity!

Little André was no longer naïve, and when he looked back on the history of the American continent for three hundred years, he was saddened to find that, in fact, since the death of Tecumse, the Indians had been a man lying in a coffin, and the only thing he could do was to listen to the sound of nails being driven into the coffin board.

The desperation of the Indians could be extended even further back to the time when the white fleet discovered the American continent 300 years ago.

What a lucky fortune it must have been that the Indians had a turtledove!

What kind of luck should it be, so that the turtledove has finally come to this day step by step with everyone!

What is Oregon?

For the entire Indian race, it was the nail on the coffin board that suddenly became crooked, causing the coffin board to tilt a little, and a ray of light suddenly came through the crack of the coffin!

For little Andre himself, this is a secret that he does not hesitate to break with his beloved teacher, to waste this rare opportunity to flatter the turtledove, and to gamble all his future to tell it out loud!

He had seen his sister Alice run the wrong way in the dark of night, but he was afraid to speak out because of fear.

At that time, he was still very naïve, thinking that as long as Alice died, Maria's mother would be discouraged, and the rest of the people would be better off.

It wasn't until he put Alice's coffin into the mud puddle with his own hands that he quietly woke up - Alice is dead, and it may be his turn next. If your lips are torn, your teeth will feel cold.

Now, he is no longer a small mushroom in the shade of the big tree in White Rock City, no longer a vine entwined with his uncles, and no longer an insignificant screw on the big ship of the Indian Union!

He can take a pen if he needs to!

He can take a gun if he needs to!

If one day even the pen and the gun lose their power, he can still shout!

Even if he is an enemy of his own teacher, he will not hesitate to do it!

……

The turtledove's applause stopped.

"Sekoya, you see, this is our young man!" Turtledove said.

"They are vibrant, sharp-eyed, proactive, and courageous!"

The turtledove sat on the chair, leaning back on the chair, resting one leg on the other, looking relaxed and relaxed.

"When I think about it, it's only been three years since I left the forests of Madre, but young people have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain."

"A blood wolf is enough to surprise me, but I didn't expect to see a little Andre again today - with a young man like you, why can't our Indian tribe prosper?"

"Sekoya, you are 40 years older than me, but we can be counted as the same generation!" "Our generation is full of hatred, and every time we look to the east, our eyes are blood-red. However, we are weak, incompetent, and ignorant, crying out for revenge every day but unable to do anything, like little children with clenched fists, except for heart-rending crying, in fact, it is useless! ”

"The world belongs to their young people!"

"You have been running around for more than 60 years, from a strong and strong young man to a dying old man, have you really changed anything?"

"Nope! You can't change anything! ”

"Me too! I think I've worked hard every day and night over the years, even if I've won one so-called victory after another, but have I really changed anything? ”

"Nope! I can't change anything! The prosperity of White Rock City is a castle in the air, the unity of the Indians is to warm each other, the great river is rolling forward, and no matter how big the waves we are stirring up, they can't change their direction after all! ”

"But they, these young people, they can change the course of the great river, they can change the world!"

The turtledove pointed his finger at little Andre, facing Sekoya, and said: "We are flies and dogs, we endure humiliation and steal life, we sleep at night, we tremble, what are we for? ”

"For today's day – finally a young man dares to stand up!"

"We pried open the coffin board, and they saw the light!"

"Sekoya, they see the light!"

The turtledove lowered Erlang's legs, sat up straight, and whispered to Sekoya.

……

Only those who have truly walked in the dark night can understand the value of light.

The Blood Wolf led his five battalions to the edge of the Weezer camp in the jungle, and in order to avoid being discovered by anyone, he changed his rest plan and did not allow his army to enter the camp.

It was true that Camp Weezer was his territory, but as an outpost camp, no one could guarantee that there were no other eyes that had been observing this camp from a direction that he could not find.

As a wolf walking out of the forests of the Sierra Madre, he did not dare to be careless when he began to forage for food.

He would even suspect that the occasional wind blowing in the jungle was a spy sent by the enemy!

The jungle in spring is wet and cold, with a thick layer of snow on the dead leaves.

Like his soldiers, he crouched on the ground, silently chewing on the dry wheat crackers, then grabbed a handful of snow from the ground and stuffed it into his mouth, swallowing it slowly.

He ordered his soldiers to cover the gun wagons with foliage and deliberately sprinkle snow to camouflage them.

He even drew a detachment of his own poorly stocked soldiers to sweep up the trail behind his army.

They waited in the jungle from sunrise to sunset, and saw the light peeking through the dense canopy of trees, from the milky white of the early morning to the light brown of the twilight, and finally to the deep darkness.

There is no moon tonight, and the four fields are deep.

The blood wolf's eyes flashed, and he moved his body, which was already a little numb, and let out a distant wolf howl from his back.

There was a rustling sound in the calm jungle, and one by one the stakes suddenly came to life, and they shook off the leaves and snow on their bodies, and came silently behind him.

The Shulotel Legion began to advance.