"Smoke man, keep order! We're going home, not going to war! ”

"Old bark, didn't you see the child in your arms falling to the ground?"

"Iron pimple, wipe your tears! You didn't cry in the concentration camp, why are you crying like a rag now! ”

"Stand up and go! Don't squat on the ground, get moving! Don't move Lao Tzu to pump you anymore! ”

……

The watermill with a carefully selected cavalry team heard this voice from a distance of more than 100 meters.

He raised his hand, and the cavalry behind him stopped in unison.

In the distant morning light, a slender woman stood on a high horse's back with her high trouser legs, slashing at Fang Yu in all directions.

The muddy team, under her shouting, was not so well organized, but at least it was slowly squirming like an earthworm in the mud.

The sun shone behind her, outlining her delicate face and strong waist.

She held a branch in her hand, and as she shouted, the branch in her hand waved in the air.

】

I don't know where a cicada chirped, maybe it was some other bird, the watermill couldn't be sure. There are as many birds as there are insects in the Great Wilderness, and no one can tell all the animals.

"Don't make a noise!"

The woman on horseback let out a roar, the branch in her hand waving in the air.

That chirp came to an abrupt end!

Hai took the reins of his horse and walked gently to the side of the waterwheel.

"That's it...... Lotzen? ”

"Yes, that's Rotzen!"

Hai looked at it silently for a while, with an envious smile on his face, and sighed: "She is so beautiful!" ”

……

The watermill waited with his cavalry and watched as Lotzen carried the team all the way over the hill before pulling his horse and turning back.

The watermill jumped off its horse, and the knights behind it followed suit, and marched towards Lotzen, and then knelt down in front of her horse.

"Where is he now?" Lotzen asked.

"He's back in the tribe and is waiting for you there!" The watermill said.

"Has the North been pacified?"

"The North is decided!"

"What about the South?"

"The South is decided!"

"Then there's only the East left?"

"Yes."

"Get up—" Lotzen jumped off his horse, and put his hand on the arm of the watermill to lift him up.

The watermill noticed that under the high rolled up trouser legs, a pair of snow-white soles were full of cracks and calluses, and the calves were as straight as if they had been cut by a knife, and the scars and bullet marks left tattoos on them.

The waterwheel stood up, and the strength in Lotzen's hands was still very strong.

"You are?" Roczen looked to the side of the waterwheel.

"I am the sea!" Hai hurriedly said, "I am Hai, ma'am!" ”

For some reason, Hai felt a little nervous. The pressure brought by Loczen was so great that she didn't even dare to raise her head.

"The sea?" Roczen looked at the watermill with some confusion.

"He is the commander of the Third Guards Regiment personally appointed by Ikaruga himself!" The watermill stepped forward and explained: "In the battle of the Aconcagua Line that day, she was ordered to recapture Copache from Thomas Jackson, thus turning the tide of the battle in one fell swoop!" ”

"Oh——!" Luo Cen suddenly realized, nodded again and again, and said: "I mean, obviously such a clear and bright girl, how can I always smell the familiar smell of you, not bad!" Not bad! ”

"Thank you, ma'am!" Hai felt the pressure on his body suddenly loosen.

The watermill also retreated in due course.

Seventeen-year-old Hai was too young to understand what that kind of thing that made her nervous. But an experienced watermill knows too much, when a woman is tired and desperate for her family, only to find that her husband has another woman next to her - this will be the case!

No matter how proud Luo Cén is, she is also a woman.

Thankfully, it was just a misunderstanding.

"They all say that women should be weak and delicate like water, but I don't think we Indian girls should be like that!" "They should be as smart and capable as you are!" It is not just a tool to please men, but an indispensable force to change the world! ”

"I'm ......", Hai lowered her head, she had never thought about it yet.

She never even thought about the problems of men and women.

Since she was born, she has always been a job to work, a hunt to hunt. There were some things she couldn't do because of her lack of strength, but there was always something else she could do.

When the tribe needed people to fight, she never felt like she could hide in the rear.

Isn't that the world like this?

In Texas, she dug trenches like everyone else, slept with corpses on her pillows, and broke into Kopache which she didn't really think was a great feat, but she just managed to win with all her strength.

Isn't this how the world should be?

"Come on, General!"

"The future of the Indians is in our own hands!"

Roczen patted Hai on the shoulder.

The knights brought by the watermill, each of whom was an old acquaintance of Loczen, greeted Loczen one by one.

One of them was unruly, and he hugged Loczen and cried for a while.

The queue was neat when I came, and it was still neat when I returned.

The difference is that when he came, he was led by a waterwheel, and when he returned, Roczen rode a horse and walked in the front.

It was only then that the waterwheel's eyes became faintly moist.

The proud back in front of him changed in the halo of the valley in the early morning, sometimes it was a turtledove, sometimes it was fifteen dollars, sometimes it was a blood wolf, sometimes a red cloud, a beaver...... Or even a dead frog or a four-legged snake......

In the past six years, there will always be people who have gone out of their way to the forefront, using their thin backs to protect those behind them.

The Indians are like a weary traveler who have traveled through a long river of time, and under their protection, they have finally crossed this most difficult part of the road.

They weren't saving Loczen.

Roczen never needed them to save.

She had been walking in front of them, and they just barely caught up with her.

……

"Does Chickasso have my change of clothes?" Lotzen asked.

"Yes," replied the watermill after a pause, "I have prepared for you the most splendid dress, studded with jewels and gold, and you will return to the tribe in a carriage made of steel from White Rock City, escorted by a guard of a thousand honors......

"Huh?" Lotzen stopped and looked at the waterwheel.

The watermill continued: "It is a thousand kilometers from Chikaso back to the tribe, and the flowers will bloom for you, and the birds will sing for you, and you will see a thousand miles of red makeup, and I will be waiting for ......you at the end of a thousand miles of red makeup."

"Huh?"

"I'll light candles and aromatherapy in the house, the water in the bathroom will be just the right temperature, the food on the table will still be steaming, and the moment you step through the door, I'll walk out from behind and hold you from behind......"

"Stop! Stop it! Waterwheel, what are you talking about? Roczen asked.

The watermill rubbed his face and smiled hesitantly, "Doesn't it sound a little disgusting-no way, Ikaruga asked me to say it, it took me two days to barely memorize it, it's not over yet, you listen to me continue-"

"Stop!" Luo Cen shouted, stomped his feet, looked left and right, especially after seeing the sea with a red face, and quickly avoided his gaze.

"He won't tell me himself, huh? At this time, he should go after Sherman......"

"Oh, that's in the back, you make me think—" The watermill thought for a moment with his eyes puffed up, and reluctantly took out a piece of paper from his pocket and read it according to it:

"- One Sherman is not enough, I will make the Americans pay for this despicable action! Remember Greenstone Village? When you get there, remember to have someone buy you a newspaper with a gift for you! ”

"Back then, you waited for me on my way back to the mountain, and now, I am also waiting for you on your way back to the mountain. The same place, the same people, and a thousand times stronger love than it was then—tsk-tsk-"

The watermill handed the two chapters to Luo Czen, which had been crumpled by him, "Look for yourself, I don't even know the words in the back!" ”