In the eyes of the King of the Jungle, there is no right or wrong, and provocation is life and death.

He also ignores all the rules and decrees, because all the rules and decrees are clearly written: live yourself, and die to others!

……

There was silence in the room for at least 5 minutes.

Except for the sound of someone who couldn't hold back and began to breathe quietly, all that was left was the sound of the candle flame beating and the sound of beep bobo.

It's awkwardly quiet.

"If it's okay, let's all step down!" The captain said in a surging voice.

The expressions on the faces of those people standing together were varied, extremely exciting, some were unwilling, some were resentful, some were as calm as water, and some were calm.

Some people use their eyes to signal others to say something, some people raise their hands and pretend to speak, some people staggered and wanted to faint but felt that it was inappropriate so they didn't faint, and some people coughed lightly and cleared their throats but swallowed back a mouthful of thick phlegm with a grunt.

The crowd began to stand like a stake, then began to move gently, then bowed to the captain, whether they were willing or unwilling, and then began to leave without saying a word.

"Wait a minute!"

The first person to walk to the door was just about to open the closed door, when he heard the sound as if his hand had been burned by the latch, and quickly retracted, and his whole body trembled.

"Who the hell is this man?" The captain asked, pointing to the corpse on the ground.

The crowd looked at each other, and finally the man closest to the corpse had to bite the bullet and say, "He's the son of the Wildfire Chief!" ”

"Oh, I see!" The captain said.

The crowd was silent for a while, then dispersed again.

The door opened, and this time there was no sound to stop them.

Until the last person left, no one dared to say anything. The higher people are weak, and the more people who have, the more they fear losing, and only when they encourage others to fight for them, will they show the posture of fighting hard.

After a while, the guard closed the doorway again, and the captain sat down silently, with a soft sigh of weariness.

"I traveled all the way through 14 states, and the most disappointing place was in Chocteau!"

"The brief peace gave them the illusion that they all felt that survival was a matter of course, and that everything they had now was because they had industrious hands and wise minds!"

"It's only been three years, and they've forgotten the great battle that took place here. From Monterrey to Chocteau, the corpses piled up on the side of the road were endless, and in just 3 years, they forgot everything! ”

"Can an American's sugar make tens of millions of Indians die in vain over the past three hundred years?"

……

Da Sanko Witko couldn't quite understand this sadness of the captain.

The reason why he started killing people was only out of instinct like that of a beast. When he entered the room, his instincts told him that his territory was under threat and that someone was provoking him.

He didn't have the kind of cautious speculation, and the back and forth trade-offs, and he didn't care about what he was looking at, and he didn't care about any foresight.

He didn't realize that the 'Captain' was struggling with what to do with this group of bureaucrats corrupted by money, and he didn't realize what the twists and turns of this group of people who were hurrying over from all directions.

He just smelled it, and then found the guy who looked the most unpleasant in a group of provocateurs, and directly pinched it to death.

It's like his exam papers, there are always only answers, and the proof process is all 'omitted'. This is also why Mr. Fern Ye thinks that he is a bad student who lives by copying and answering.

……

"Da Sanko Witko, you have a good eye, at least you can see who is the real owner of this place!"

The captain praised him, and said: "Don't worry, as long as it is on the territory of the United Emirates of Indians, there is nothing that I can't deal with!" ”

"Well killed!"

In fact, the captain may have been overwhelmed.

Da Sanko Witko didn't think about the aftermath at all—maybe he did, but the logic of the beast's operation was different from that of humans, and he didn't have such a step in his mind, so he chose the answer.

Just like his exam papers, he always answers every question as quickly as possible. Not all of them are correct, but they are definitely the fastest.

Some people are born different from ordinary people, so they can do extraordinary things.

***

It has only been three years since the United Indian Emirates established its administrative system.

In the past three years, White Rock City has done its best to extend the tentacles of power to every inch of land, but it still seems a little rough.

Like a newly planted tree, the complex root system is indeed embedded in the soil, but it will take more time for these roots to be effective.

All the tree planter can do is to take care of the tree so that it is free from pests, thirst, and uprooted by bad people.

But the key to the survival of this big tree that rose out of thin air is still in itself.

There has never been a savior.

……

The captain and his party did not stay long in Sunflower Mountain, but after a short night's rest, they continued to set off south.

Before leaving, she called Da Sanko Witko to her and handed him a sealed envelope.

"Da Sanko Witko, this is a letter of recommendation for the Fort Laramie Military Academy, you take him to the Red Cloud, where you can continue your studies for a while."

Da Sanko Witko took the envelope, thought for a moment, and put it away.

"I'll go," said Da Sanko Witko, "just where are you going?" Why are you in such a hurry? I don't think your journey will be easy? ”

The captain laughed and said, "Of course I have my own things to do, I spent the night in Sunflower Hill yesterday, and I have been delayed a lot. ”

"Do you need me to protect you?" Da Sankoh Witko asked.

The captain shook his head and said, "I have no shortage of guards, but we in America lack a general—study hard, Da Sanko Witko, and you must grow up quickly!" ”

For the first time, Da Sanko Witko felt a little shy and lowered his head.

Until yesterday, his greatest wish was nothing more than to join the joint defense team, who would have thought that there would be such a chance to climb to the sky?

Even if he was simple-minded, he knew how important this letter of recommendation would be that would allow him to enter the Fort Laramie Military Academy, and that his future would be much brighter than joining the Sunflower Hill Joint Defense Team.

As for becoming a general, he did think so. But in the past, he would only bury himself in the pile of grass in the small hut, hug his spotted hyena and imagine it, and never wanted to talk about it to others. He didn't even tell the deaf.

But now, it has become the expectation of others.

It was the first time he felt the expectations of others for him, and what made him even more shy was that such expectations came from such a person in front of him.

"Captain, can you take off your mask and let me see it?" Da Sankoh Witko asked.

"Why?" She asked.

"How do I know what you look like if you don't take off your mask?"

The captain hesitated, beckoned to Da Sanko Witko, turned around, and took off his mask when Da Sanko Witko came to him.

She didn't pretentiously twist, nor did she find it much offensive.

She loves kids like Da Sanko Witko.

Be brave, sincere, and straightforward!

While Da Sanko Witko was still looking at her in shock, she had put on her silver mask again, reached out and patted Da Sanko Witko on the shoulder.

"For the sake of the future Americans, they will no longer suffer like me!"

"Come on, my general!"