In the westernmost part of the continent, there is a tribe called Seattle.

As early as the beginning of April, the chief gathered all the people of the tribe and told them to prepare for battle.

There was a cry among the tribes.

They really can't understand why those white people still can't let go of themselves, they have given up their homes, handed over everything they have, and have moved to the westernmost coastline.

"All right," the chief told them, "this time it's not the whites who are going to beat us, it's the whites who are going to fight the whites!" ”

It took them a long time to understand that this time, they were going to fight in white land.

As for the direction of the operation, it may be east or south.

The Seattle tribe is a large tribe of more than 2,000 people, but most of them are old and weak, women and children, and there are less than 200 young and strong men.

If nothing else, if it continues according to the normal trend, this is a tribe that will sooner or later be swept into the dustbin of history.

Without the need for whites to attack again, its own blood-forming ability is no longer enough to continue the survival of this tribe.

This is also the dilemma faced by almost all Indian tribes on the American continent today - death has not yet come, but it is on its way.

"Get ready for war, boys!"

"Take out your best weapons, sharpen your axes and machetes, bring your bows and arrows and stone bullets, and chase and kill the white men as you chase and hunt your prey!"

"We can fight one more time before the Seattle tribe is completely gone!"

"We can't escape the war, we have the sea behind us, we're cornered! Instead of waiting for the white people to come and kill them, it is better to take the initiative to kill them while we still have a little strength. ”

"I cannot promise you victory that I will bring you victory; Nor can I promise to bring you back alive from the battlefield; I can't even promise you if the future Seattle tribe will ever exist. Just as our ancestors have faced in the last few hundred years, white people are getting stronger and we are getting weaker! ”

"But these are not reasons for us to avoid fighting!"

"We fight because we can only fight!"

"The white man didn't give us any other choice, we didn't even have a chance to wag our tail and beg for mercy! We have no other choice! ”

"The only good news is that the next battle will be a battle in which all the tribes on the land will participate together! We're not alone! ”

"From the Blackfeet to the Apaches, from the Navajo to the Cherokees, all the tribes have recognized that we face the same fate!"

"We don't know if tomorrow will be alive or dead, and we don't know if the abyss or the flat ground lies ahead!"

"But we can only choose to move forward!"

"You can only go to war!"

……

Seattle soon assembled an army of 200 men.

But the tribe of sitting cattle in the east came to inspect them and told them that this number was far from enough.

Seattle gritted his teeth and once again brought the number to 300, but the Sitting Cow Tribe was still not satisfied.

"How many people do we have to win?" The chief asked.

The man of the Sitting Ox tribe stretched out five fingers.

"The rest...... It's all old and weak, women and children......," said the Seattle chief, who wanted to cry without tears.

It's not that he doesn't want to contribute, but the entire Seattle tribe has indeed reached the time when the oil is running out.

The people of the Sitting Ox tribe looked at him and said, "Everyone is the same! You can choose to run away, but if you lose this war, I hope you will not regret the day you are driven out of the sea by white people in the future. ”

The people of the Sitting Ox tribe did not persecute too much, and then rushed to the next tribe.

……

Until mid-April, the entire Seattle tribe was actually relatively peaceful.

The clouds of war loom over the entire tribe, but it's not a big deal, everyone has been doing it all these years.

What's more, this time it was an expedition, and it was much better than being broken into the village by whites in the past.

In a dilapidated house by the sea, the sound of a squeaky loom was heard until late at night.

"Hai, go to sleep!" An old voice shouted.

"Father, you go to sleep first, I'm almost done weaving!" A woman's voice replied.

So the old voice stopped.

After a while, the voice asked, "Hai, sleep!" ”

"Father, you go to sleep first, I'm almost done weaving!"

Then the old voice stopped again.

After a while, the room was lit up.

"Hai, did you sleep?" The old voice said.

"Father's ......"

A silhouette was reflected in the window, and a figure with a thin figure holding a candle in his hand looked down at a thin figure.

"Go to sleep!" The old voice said, "I'll go to the enlistment tomorrow, and you'll have to take care of yourself later......"

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"Father!"

The figure of Ju Yan and the thin figure leaned together.

"Before, you had two older brothers, but one died on the Great Plains, and the other went north, probably dead. After that, you'll be left alone......"

"Father ......", the woman couldn't cry.

"Don't cry, don't cry......," said the old voice, "I'll be back...... I will definitely be back......"

"Father, why don't I go and enlist for you?" The woman choked up.

"Silly boy," the figure stretched out his hand and rubbed it on the thin figure's head, "In the future, you will be alone, don't be reckless, don't be angry, you have to take good care of yourself, if any young man takes a fancy to you, if you like it, you should marry." There is a dowry in the box under the bed, which was prepared when your mother was still there, and I am not willing to ......leave it behind after all these years of our running away."

"Father, why don't I go and fight for you?" The woman's voice said.

"Alright, alright," said the old voice with a smile, "You're 16 years old, it's time to grow up, stop being naughty." In the future, take care of yourself......"

A gust of sea breeze blew the candle out.

The silhouette on the window disappeared, and only a woman's voice came: "I have decided, father, tomorrow I will apply for you......"

The sound of the waves drowned out the whispers in the house.

……

On April 30, the Seattle chieftain raised 550 soldiers and hurried east to the Zaniu Tribe garrison to join the armies of the other tribes there.

"Sea!"

"Chief!"

"Go faster, don't slow down the march of our army!"

"Got it, Chief!"

The group ran wild across the steppes in April, dressed in tattered clothes, carrying rudimentary bows and arrows and stone axes, and their heads covered with colorful feathers. Bison, rabbits, and fluttering robins on the grasslands...... At the front of the line, there was a start.