As war raged on the Crimean peninsula in distant Europe, there was a tense and busy scene on the North American continent.

The envoys shuttled back and forth, almost drawing their swords at the negotiating table in the morning, and drinking in the same tavern in the afternoon.

There are no eternal enemies in this world, only eternal interests! A 300-strong Americican army sailed to the Crimea aboard French warships, where they would fight alongside the Anglo-French forces against the evil Russians; Beaver's assistant is in a tavern in White Rock City to discuss with the Russian envoy how to join forces and use Alaska to trap the Americans; A ronin from Japan stumbled and fell into the Yellowstone River, and a member of the Heaven and Earth Society salvaged his body and handed it over to an Indian merchant, who extorted a sum of money by a Canadian missionary and reported it to the local Americian joint defense officer, who arrived at the scene and picked up an American murderer from the crowd...... The situation is so complicated that even Edgar Allan Poe, who rose to fame for his book "Blood Eucalyptus on the Rue Morgue," marvels at his own lack of imagination when confronted with such eucalyptus.

Reality is often more exciting! …… After six years of absence from Dakota, Soya once again set foot on the land of Dakota.

This time, however, he came back secretly as Davis' personal assistant. No one knew of his return, except for a handful of officers who had been assigned to escort his carriage north along the winding Missouri River.

On several occasions his carriage got bogged down in the mud. The America officers who were escorting him north watched with their hands crossed, and none of them wanted to come forward to help.

Soya tried to ask them for help, but was met with a burst of cynicism.

"Traitor!"

"Why don't you continue to be your Indians in the United States? Is the dog food that Americans give you bad to eat? ”

"You still have the face to come back?" Soya was speechless, so she had to pull up her trouser legs and lift the wheels out of the mud puddle with her own strength.

In the midst of such vigorous activity, a small American flag in his coat pocket fell into the mud puddle, and he quietly picked it up, put it on the hem of his coat and wiped it clean, kissed it, and then neatly retracted it into his pocket.

This tendentious move disgusted the guards. They deliberately threw stones into the mud puddle, splashing Soya with muddy water.

If it weren't for the unmistakable order from above, they would have taken Soya to White Rock City intact, and they would have been eager to bury the guy who had betrayed their nation in front of them in that mud pit!

Davis sent him to White Rock because he thought that as an Indian, he would be able to gain some Indians' favor and help the negotiations progress.

But perhaps Davis didn't anticipate that a traitor like him would face endless humiliation when he returned to White Rock.

Maybe the negotiations can continue, after all, in the face of interests, God and Satan can sit down and talk, and Buddha and Sanqing can be called brothers.

However, for Soya, this trip was indeed too cruel. The banks of the Pratt River are covered with green wheat seedlings, and a gust of wind blows, and the wheat waves roll.

Soya stopped the carriage and looked at the tumbling waves of wheat. He remembers that when he left here six years ago, there were weeds more than a man tall on both sides, and the weeds were full of bones.

This came back again, but it has been replaced by Mai Lang! The corners of his lips couldn't help but show a smile, which caused the guards to mock again: "Put away your wandering eyes, are you spying on our reality?" Fool, if you dare to fight the idea of these grains, I can guarantee that a poisonous snake will be stuffed into your bed every day! Soya thought for a moment and said, "When autumn comes, American GIs will come to harvest this grain for you!" The officer of the guard was furious and said, "Don't say that the American GIs, even if God's Father comes, he has to explain here!" On the rest of the journey, Soya was blindfolded by a black cloth.

It's good that his ears are not plugged. He listened to the sound of the rolling of the wheat waves, the roar of the chimneys, and the cries of the market, until he was taken to a room and sat down, and he could still hear the neat trumpet—at least a hundred of them working together, as if they were building some great work...... He regretted that he couldn't see it with his own eyes, but just hearing such a voice made him feel good.

When he left White Rock City six years ago, everything was silent, and the heavens and the earth were like dead lands. Now it is full of boiling fireworks, and it is suspected that it has changed the world.

…… It's a simple little house. In the middle of the room there was a table with a broken leg, a wooden stool, and a simple bed next to it, and a quilt of unknown color on the bed.

The dim oil lamp lit up the map on the wall, and there were only a few places on the map, such as Oregon and Dakota, which were still the same as six years ago.

This is his office, bedroom, 6 years ago.

There was a "squeak" and the door was pushed open from the outside. Soya came back and saw the appearance of the person who had come.

He walked up and knelt down in front of the man, who dodged but didn't dodge, and was kissed by Soya holding his boot for a full dozen seconds.

Then Soya stood up, grabbed his hand again, and looked at him carefully.

"I haven't seen you in 6 years, you seem to be getting old?"

"Really? I think I'm still young! ”

"This country must be a big worry for you, right?"

"There are worries, but there are always more surprises!" Soya let go of the man's hand and walked back to his bedside, leaning his body halfway against the head of the bed.

He had never been so flabby as he was now, even six years ago in this room, he was nervous like a pressed bounc, ready to jump at any moment.

Only now, he really wants to lie down. He wanted to smell the sweet smell of kerosene in the air, listen to the hammer and steel hammer outside the window all night, and have the most extravagant dream of his life!

"On the way I came, I saw endless wheat fields, I saw chimneys, and thousands of railroad workers—I never thought that the Indians could be what they are today—I never thought—never thought—" His tears fluttered down under the dim oil lamp.

"If you have the chance, you can stay a few more days, and I'll have someone take you around again!"

"I'll have to leave after dawn," said Soya, "and Davis wants me to ask you, under what conditions can America and America go to war?" ”