"British prisoners! Captured by the British! We can use British prisoners to operate the artillery! Soap said loudly.

As soon as he said that, Soap felt that everyone was looking at him in a daze.

But he still insisted: "Commander, we can use British prisoners to operate artillery!" ”

……

"Soap, do you know what you're talking about?" Another Indian officer asked. He wears a yellow feather on his head, which means that he has not only received a reward from the turtledove, but also that he is a Yellow Flag man from the Madre Mountains!

"Uncle Barrel, I know!" Soap looked at the Indian officer seriously and said again: "We can use British prisoners to operate the cannon!" ”

"Smack!" A loud slap was slapped in Soap's face.

The angry barrel grabbed the soap by the hem and said to him fiercely, "Have you forgotten how your mother died at the hands of the whites?" ”

"I haven't forgotten, Uncle Barrel—"

"Smack!" Another resounding slap in the soapy face.

The barrel pinched Soap's jaw and pulled his face to his front, looking into his eyes. "Your father was a warrior who died heroically outside Hamilton Manor. When he was dying, did he tell you that he wanted to avenge him? ”

The corners of Soap's mouth were pinched by the fingers of the barrel, and he nodded slightly, and replied as if the corners of his mouth were leaking: "He told me to follow the turtledove and avenge him!" ”

"Did he tell you, don't trust white people! Don't talk to white people! Don't give in to them! ”

"I said it. He told me that the color on my body can never be washed off, and that I should follow the turtledove and listen to it! Never trust white people! Never give in to whites! It's better not to even talk to white people! Soap replied.

"Have you forgotten?" Barrel asked.

"I haven't forgotten, Uncle Barrel!"

"Then why would you say something like that?" Barrel asked fiercely. "Every one of us here is deeply oppressed and poisoned by white people, and the hatred between us and white people is as high as Rocky Mountain! It's as deep as the Pacific Ocean! ”

"Yes, Uncle Barrel!"

"Then why would you say something like that?" Barrel asked fiercely. "I'd rather die under their guns than accept their kindness! Whether this good intention is real or not! ”

"It's not their kindness, Uncle Barrel. We can force them to do this-"

"Soap!" The barrel threw the soap on the ground and said coldly: "I have heard that Arabs would rather die than touch lard, Indians would rather die than touch beef, even if they are white, they would rather die than blaspheme Christ - soap, are we not even as good as them?" ”

Soap silently got up from the ground and looked at the blood wolf.

He knew that the only thing he could count on was the leader of the Shulotel Legion, the Blood Wolf.

They are all young people, who know the choices and trade-offs, and should understand that the vows made in the forests of the Sierra Madre will not work in the outside world.

Just like now, as long as you learn to change, you can immediately have a large number of skilled gunners, and the situation on the battlefield will be reversed immediately.

"Commander, we can use British prisoners to operate artillery!" Soap said.

……

Blood wolves aren't stupid.

From the beginning, he thought that he could use British prisoners to operate the artillery.

But when everyone was still in the woods of the Sierra Madre, it was hatred that held them together.

The people here, not only the buckets, but also the blood wolves themselves, have all sworn a poisonous oath to the heavens.

"I, Indian, swear by the supreme Quetzalcoatl, to all the gods of the ages, to all the creatures of heaven and earth!"

"I will spend my whole life fighting the whites and driving them out of our homeland!"

"I will burn my life, I will shed my blood, I will die on the way to the charge, I will fight them with all my weapons!"

"I will forever refuse their negotiations, I will never restore friendship with them, I will not talk to them, I will not cooperate with them, I will never give them anything but blades and bullets."

"Never die!"

"Never die!"

……

"Boom!" Another round of shells fell on the walls.

The U.S. artillery shells were not only powerful, but also very accurate. So far, there have been four rounds of shelling, and basically all of them have hit the same section of the wall.

From the watchtower, the outer side of the wall had been cut off by a third, and in fact it was about to collapse at any point because the wall was still load-bearing.

The blood wolf looked at Soap's nose and staggered Soap's burning eyes.

It wasn't that he didn't know the benefits of using British prisoners to operate artillery, but he knew more about the disadvantages of doing so.

The reason why Shulotel is Shulotel is because of hatred and anger.

This is the spiritual pillar of Shulotel.

It was this spirit that sustained them, who trekked five thousand miles barefoot, over mountains and mountains from the mountains and forests of Madre to Monte Braque;

It is also this spirit that allows the soldiers of the legion to face the rain of bullets and bullets as if they are invulnerable, and they can cross mountains and rivers as if they have nothing to do with life and death;

The Shulotel legion can be without artillery, it can be without muskets, but it cannot be without this spirit.

The Shulotel Legion without guns is still the Shulotel Legion, but without this spirit, they are no different from ordinary militia regiments.

That's right, this spirit is deformed.

And, as the Indian Union grew, it became more and more anachronistic.

But as the leader of the Shulotel Legion, the Blood Wolf knew how important such a legion that kept hungry and bloodthirsty at all times was to the current crisis-ridden White Rock City.

Fifteen dollars know.

Turtledoves also know.

"Barrel!"

"In!"

"Get ready to charge!"

"Yes!"

The barrel held the knife on his waist and agreed.

Then he turned back to Soap and said word by word: "Remember, Soap!" Our blood cannot be shed in vain! ”

With that, he jumped down the stairs of the watchtower.

Under the city gates, the cavalry was ready to go.

They looked upstairs, and the blood wolf waved at them.

So they stretched out their hands in unison and cut their faces with sharp nails, from the forehead to the chin, and from the left side of the face to the right side of the face.

They are warriors ready to die at any time.

……

"Commander, this is wasting their lives in vain!" Soap said desperately to the blood wolf.

The blood wolf looked at the soap and sighed.

"We use white people's guns, we eat white people's flour, and we live in white people's cities...... This does not mean that we are compromising with white people. Captain, we have a better choice! ”

The blood wolf motioned to open the gates and let the cavalry rush out.

Then he turned around and smiled at Soap and said, "Don't you believe that they can break through the artillery positions of the American army?" ”

"Maybe they can, this time, but what about next time?" Soap asked. "They don't understand technology, and their flesh and blood are no match for steel and gunpowder! They don't understand civilization, and there is no hope for a nation with hatred and anger alone! ”

"No, soap, they understand!" The blood wolf said, "It's you who don't understand Shulotel!" ”

Soap's body shook, and as an elite scout of Shulotr, the words pierced his heart like a knife.

"Commander, then tell me, what is Shulotel?" Soap asked.

The blood wolf squinted as he watched the cavalry swept out of the city gates.

"Look, Shulotel is them—"

"They're dying!" Soap blurted out.

"No—", the Blood Wolf paused, and then said, "You're right, they're sending them to death. ”

The blood wolf watched as a cannonball landed in their midst, the blast of rubble obscuring their vision.

……

Different statuses mean different perspectives.

There was one sentence that he would never say to the soap people anyway - if the old Shulotel does not die, how can the new Shulotel come?

These old people full of hatred and anger who once made Shulotel wear the cloak of demons, they once forged the military soul of Shulotel, but they also gradually dragged down the development of Shulotel and became a heavy cocoon shell wrapped in Shulotel.

If the Indians want to be reborn, they must need sacrifice, a bath in fire.

It is the new that replaces the old, the new that iterates the old, and the new that replaces the old.

Fifteen dollars is reluctant to do such a thing, the beaver has no right to do it, and the turtledove is not suitable to do it, so it is up to him to do it with the blood wolf.

The cocoon shell of the old Shulotel, it's up to him to peel it!

Hearing that in White Rock City, Little Andre replaced Sekoya as the new Wise Priest, and the Blood Wolf felt ...... Sekoya might be sad, right?

What about the barrel - I just wish he didn't know anything!