"To the turtledove, my love!"

The characters are written in Apache mixed with English and Cherokee, and after 300 years of continuous devastation by the white people, the Apache people have not been systematically written. This is also a common disease of all Indian races, and by the middle of the 19th century, the Indians, who had created a glorious civilization, had completely lost their continuity as an independent civilization due to the loss of writing.

Even in the eyes of the whites, the Indians never had a written word.

It wasn't until 200 years later that someone finally found the stone statues and steles from the ground, and found those pictographs from the weathered mottled traces on them, and were willing to admit that they were Indian writing.

It wasn't until 200 years later that anyone finally wanted to admit that the huge pyramids in the jungle represented an architectural marvel, a symbol of a once glorious civilization. Even if they just stand there, the white man says it's nothing, it's nothing.

Until 200 years later, when even blacks have 'equal' rights with whites, Indians will still be able to live a tribal life in a remote mountain village – the only chance to border civilization is when tourists come and dance pretending to be wild beasts.

It wasn't until 200 years later, when large swaths of bones were discovered in churches, schools, and some unknown valley, that people finally had to admit that the land did not belong to them in the first place. The owners of this land are now all lying in the ground. "We are sorry and sorry ......," the Indians who thought they were lying on the ground could only accept this apology and reluctantly forgive.

"It's been three years since we parted. I wanted to see you many times, but the distance was too far for me to come......"

The year before last, Luo Cen had said that he wanted to come to White Rock City, but he was persuaded by the turtledove. The mountain and forest tribes are inseparable, and if there is no Luo Cen holding on tightly, they may disperse at any time.

"At the beginning of the year, I was so happy to hear that you were going south. First, I can see you again; Second, it must be that the north side has stabilized, and you can finally pull out. I took out the quilt to dry, if you can come back in May, you can cover it until April, and if you come back in June, because the rainy season is coming, the weather is humid, but your quilt must be warm......"

Loczen talked a little bit, one moment saying that the house had been re-cleaned by her, and the other saying that there were two chickens in the yard.

The writing is not worth mentioning, but the turtledove read it word by word, and soon his eyes were wet.

Little by little, scene by scene, all slowly came to mind.

"But I don't think you're going to come. Mexico is in a very bad situation, it is completely unable to withstand the attack of the American army, and if it continues this way, the war here will end in June at most. If you lead your army south at this time, I'm afraid it's too late. I hate Americans, so why can't I make peace with my neighbors? The Apache tribe had also begged it for mercy, hoping only to obtain a piece of land to live in. But not only did it take away our original land, but in the end it even took back the land that was traded to us......"

The tragedy of the Apache is only a microcosm of the countless Indian tribes.

The turtledove also belonged to a certain tribe, but now he has forgotten the name of his tribe. For as long as he can remember, he's been on the move.

"There have been many times when I have wanted to leave my tribe behind and come to you. You know how much I love you. But I can't abandon this place. What you leave me, I will definitely look forward to. And the Indians—not just the Apaches—all the Indians, whom I swore to my brother, I will protect them. So, I can't come to see you. ”

"But I still want you to come south to see me, and to see what your original tribe looks like now. Mountains, forests, rivers, farmlands, skies...... Every time I see them, I remember what it was like to be with you. I just feel that in this life, there is no loss! ”

"All Indians are lucky because they have you."

"I'm also lucky because I once had you."

"Oh no, I've written so much, I'm almost out of writing on the letter, look at the back, I have one more thing to tell you......"

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The turtledove flipped over the back of the letter.

"David Scott borrowed troops from me and asked me to help him get rid of that pesky group of 'old northerners', and when that happens, we can plunder Houston for ten days."

"I thought about it for a long time and agreed. Too much time to tell you in advance that by the time you received this letter, Yanba and the Tobacco Man should have already gone to Houston. ”

"For one thing, the tribe is so poor that I really can't think of a way to get through this year without relying on raiding."

"Second, I think that if Texas can return to its previous independence, maybe the U.S. military will have to turn around and go north, and Mexico will be able to hold out for a longer time."

"If that's the case, won't you come?"

"Of course, there is a chance that I will fail. If I fail, don't worry about me, and don't worry about the southern tribes. ”

"I know you never wanted to abandon me, and you never wanted to abandon the Southern Tribes. One day, you will come back sooner or later. ”

"I want to see the day when the Indians win, but if I really can't see it, you can see it for me."

"I wish you all the best and a long life!"

"Love you forever Roczen—by this letter, kiss you a thousand times."

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One of the turtledove's hands holding the letter began to tremble.

The other hand was tightly pressed against his chest, and there was a sensation of sharp pain coming from there.

The 17-year-old girl, who had been waiting for him to return from the expedition with her hair full of pearls, gave herself to him unreservedly as soon as they met, and healed the wounds of him who had just experienced the first war in his life;

In the days that followed, they braved the wind and rain together, crossed the sea of swords and fires again and again, and experienced the bloody rain and bloody wind day after day;

She had lost the face she was proud of, and she had left her three years ago and had not seen her again.

In the past three years, she has been alone, supporting the dilapidated and decaying home, sheltering the Indians in the south from the wind and rain, and also sending charcoal to the Indians in the north.

Three years ago, she was a girl in the prime of her life, but three years later, she has learned to live alone in the midst of hardship.

She learned to weave, to write, to feed horses, to crack firewood, to fill crops with dung, and to count the sun, moon and stars on every lonely day.

She also learned to fight against herself when the mountains were at the end of her rope......

But!

But—