The scene in front of me seems familiar, but the roles happen to be reversed.

John Davis knows that the role he is playing now is not a negotiation object at all, but a prop used by the other side to decorate the façade.

Tomorrow's "White Rock City Daily" will definitely report one after another, saying that the negotiations broke down because of their own reasons.

Then the Indian League had to send troops south for the sake of 'peace' and 'justice'...... How good, that's the morality of TM!

How can these Indians be so shameless?

How can it be so despicable?

Peace? If Stephen Carney's army is still there, and the city is set on fire, then it will be true peace!

Justice? If the Indians had been as reasonable as their ancestors, justice would have been achieved on the North American continent long ago!

Davis listened to the beaver with a blank face, and at last he simply turned a deaf ear and didn't care what the beaver was saying.

The room was clapping, only he was out of step with Steve.

The whole room was cheering with blood, and only he and Steve's hearts were cold.

Eventually, a well-dressed but vicious fellow came over with a copy of the agreement and placed it in front of Davis, along with a new fountain pen.

He only glanced at it and tore it off.

"Letter of Agreement on the Evacuation of Mexico and Texas by the Commonwealth of America" - not to mention whether he was authorized to sign such a humiliating agreement, and even if he had, he would not have signed it!

As a white man, an American among white people, how could he have suffered such humiliation?

When did even the Indians dare to put such an agreement in front of him?

It's a shame that he really wanted to have a good talk with these orcs during the day!

After tearing up the agreement, Davis turned and walked out of the conference room, followed by Steve in a hurry.

When he walked to the door, Davis suddenly turned around, pointed to the kind guy in the wheelchair, and said fiercely: "Since the history of the American Federation, we have faced many enemies, but we can always stand to the end!" ”

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The beaver waved his hand at him: "Ever? The history of America is not as old as our Sekoya—you have two hours to get out of here! Go ahead! ”

"Farewell, Mr. Davis!" The beaver said lightly towards the empty doorway.

……

The negotiations lasted a total of 15 minutes, beginning with John Davis entering in a daze and ending with a furious departure.

The carriage stopped right at the door of the embassy quarter, and Davis and Steve didn't even go back to their house to pack their things, and got into the carriage.

"Get out of here!" Davis said with a gloomy face. The immunity of diplomatic envoys is nothing when both sides are torn apart. Given the poor qualities of the orcs, it was necessary for John Davis to start worrying about his own safety.

Probably the same thing as he thought, Steve quickly waved his whip, and the horse spread its legs and ran.

It's not embarrassing, but it's definitely fast.

As the carriage was about to drive up the hill, a figure chased after him in a panic.

"Wait for me, Mr. Davis!"

It's Soya.

Behind him, several Indian soldiers were chasing him.

"Wait for me, Mr. Davis!" Soya shouted after the carriage.

"Catch him! Get him! Don't let him run! The Indian soldiers cried out, "This traitor to the Indians! ”

But Soya ran so fast that the Indian soldiers, seeing that they could not catch up, drew their guns from their belts and fired them forward.

I don't know if I shot in the dark.

Davis sat in the carriage and watched for a while, and when the carriage was about to cross the ridge, he stopped Steve: "Wait a minute! ”

Steve stopped the carriage, "Are you really going to take him to Washington?" Leaving White Rock City, he is useless at all! ”

Davis replied, "Take your time!" ”

It was only then that Davis finally recovered from the shock of the news that the Indians had gone south.

His heart was full of frustration, but it was also full of unwillingness.

Perhaps, he was the first American in the history of the United States to negotiate with the Indians without taking any advantage.

In addition to the frustration, there was another emotion in his heart, he didn't know what it was for the time being, he only vaguely felt that the White Rock City he faced was not as weak as he expected, and the Indians were not as weak as others said.

On the contrary, it is powerful!

If the Commonwealth of America had treated the Indians as it had done in the past, and had not taken decisive measures in a timely manner, it would sooner or later swallow a bitter fruit of its own brewing.

It's time to face up to the threat of the Indians—

"Thank you, Mr. Davis!" Soya climbed into the carriage from behind and said in shock.

Davis resisted the urge to kick him down, reaching out and pulling him - the stronger White Rock City became, the more important someone like Soya became.

"Good work, Mr. Soya!" Davis said.

"Run! Come on! Soya shouted at Steve, who was driving, and then said to Davis, "This is my glory, Mr. Davis!" ”

Steve whipped the horse so hard that the horse neighed in pain and galloped toward the ridge.

"Your arm is bleeding, Mr. Soya!" Davis said.

"Really?" Soya looked down, only to find that her shoulder was bleeding profusely, and her arm was already wet - "It's okay, it's okay!" They tried to kill me, but I was fast! ”

Davis barely dispelled the last trace of doubt in his heart and said, "Don't worry, you're safe now!" Have a good rest, there are still many places that need to borrow from you in the future, and the American Federation will be your strongest backing! ”

The carriage drove over the ridge of the mountain, and the bright red fire rushed into the sky.

At the foot of the ridge, a flame like a mountain and a sea is boiling, spreading all the way to the distant sky.

……

By the time dawn came, John Davis's carriage had reached the Great Plains to the east.

More than a dozen fast horses rushed past his carriage.

"Do you know them?" John Davis asked Soya.

Soya looked at the galloping horse team, was silent for a moment, and slowly replied: "It should be the messenger of the Texas special military operation!" ”

"The Messenger? Why so many people? John Davis asked.

"I don't know," replied Soya, "maybe it's the letter they sent that matters!" ”

John Davis groaned, "Tell me about the Texas special military operation!" ”

"Okay!" Soya replied, "But can we stop the carriage first?" ”

"What's wrong?" Davis asked.

"......Shhh

The carriage stopped, and Soya jumped out of it.

Not far to the east, the Missouri River curls like a blue ribbon across the Great Plains.

White Rock fell far to the west, and Mount Brak watched silently as an old giant watched what was happening on the Great Plains.

Soya lowered her head and let the blood on her arm drip along with the yellow column of water beneath him, watering the land one last time.

At the end of April, the Great Plains is covered with emerald green miscanthus grass and yellow chrysanthemum.