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At the north gate of Mexico City, the Indian phalanx was ready. These carefully selected Indian warriors were all wearing black clothes, white turbans, and holding spirit tablets in their hands. The first two Indian chiefs, Flegg and Fox, were wearing a white banner together. The banner was written in ancient Mayan and Latin words, saying "The Indians will never be slaves."

With the emergence of this Indian phalanx, the scene suddenly became solemn. All the people in it felt a gloomy breath coming to their faces, which made people not even dare to breathe, and the Indians in the team were even more so.

Don’t forget that you did not perform for yourself today, you told the whole world with the wishes of all the dead Indian compatriots that the Indians stood up!

Chief Zhou Ming's words still echoed in the minds of every Indian, which also made them know that their entry ceremony today was not to show off themselves or the victory of the Indians, but to take their dead compatriots to see this prosperous Mexico City and come here to tell the whole world that they are no longer the random enslaved race in the past, and it is time for them to stand up!

It was this idea, coupled with the news that the Mexican government forces deliberately treated them as clowns, that made every Indian feel angry; it was this breath that made the entire Indian phalanx look even more tragic and solemn, as if it was not a simple phalanx, and it was not just the Indians walking, but the souls of thousands or tens of thousands of dead Indians condensed together.

Not only that, even from their firm eyes and steps, it makes people suddenly feel that they do not represent themselves, they represent all the Indians who were massacred in history. The words on the white banner are the shouts in their hearts.

As the Indian phalanx slowly passed by, the streets that were originally jubilant suddenly became quiet. Every Mexican citizen who watched this entry ceremony stared blankly at everything in front of him.

This is the real army! Did they crawl out of hell?

In the eyes of these Mexican citizens, the clothes on these Indians were not uniform and neat, and they could say that they could not even be clean. They could see the scars on the legs of many people. Some of the wounds had not yet healed completely, and they were still oozing out blood, wetting the robes on their bodies.

As for the branches and bayonets on their backs, everyone could clearly see the gaps and scratches left by the battle. Citizens who were closer could even smell a strong smell of blood. They could also see the minced meat or internal organs that had not been cleaned up on the bayonet. God knows which unlucky soldier was left behind.

What were they holding in their hands? Is it a tombstone made of wood? The names written on it were the Indians who died in the Battle of Utanka?

But... why do they do this? Don't they know that today is facing the city entry ceremony for the whole world. What they need to maintain their own demeanor? Do they want to do this to continue to win the sympathy of the whole world?

"The towering mountains are our brothers, and the clear rivers are our sisters. This rich land of Mexico was once our home and a resting place full of joy. For the future of our children, we are willing to give all of us, so that the generations of those who have lost their lives can be transformed into unparalleled power, and let the gathered courage reach the sky. We are strong Indians, and we will soar forever like condors..."

I don't know who started singing the ancient Indian song first, but this was not important, because all the Indians soon started singing along.

This Indian phalanx sang the ballad and walked slowly towards the Constitution Square in the center of Mexico City.

The song was slow and low, and the song reached the Tower of America, and to the Mexican president and other senior officials. When they heard the song of the Indians, they seemed to be pushed by an invisible hand, and they all subconsciously took a step back, as if it was not a simple Mayan ballad, but a terrifying energy that could destroy the world.

Then the Indian phalanx walked into the Constitution Square like a black tide. Even these senior Mexican officials and other journalists from all over the country who watched the entry ceremony could not help but take a breath of air conditioning.

The square, which was very lively just now, suddenly became silent and solemn as the Indian phalanx arrived. Everyone held their breath and focused. A slightly louder voice was a blasphemy to all this in front of them. Even the well-informed reporters were staring blankly, forgetting to use the camera in their hands to record this precious moment, or they also felt that the camera flash at this time was also a blasphemy.

Later, the record of this entry ceremony by an American travel writer may be the best description, and the writer also won the Nobel Prize in Literature.

Only when you are in it can you understand what is going on. The Indian phalanx walked past my eyes. None of them spoke, and no one looked around. They all stared firmly ahead, as if that was their future and hope!

They held the spirit tablet they informed. At that moment, I suddenly felt a strange feeling, as if it was not the Indian Revolutionary Army that had been entering the city, but a soul army that had condensed the blood and tears of Indians for hundreds of years. They did not come in from outside the city, but climbed out after countless obstacles from hell.

Behind them, I could see the Indians who had been brutally slaughtered over the past few hundred years, who were cruelly pierced through the hearts because they could kill these pagans; they were stripped off their scalps and took out their skulls because these things could be exchanged for gold in the Governor's House.

The whole world knows that Mexico had an Indian revolution, but no one knows why, maybe that's why.

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Everyone could not help feeling a hint of sadness when they looked at the Indian team that was moving forward silently. It seemed that they also felt the suffering and sins suffered by the Indians. Listening to the Indians' songs, they felt the grief and strength of the Indians at their most desperate times and their confidence in the future, which made everyone unconsciously shed tears, especially those most emotional women.

It’s so pitiful and tragic! These Indians are the real heroes!

What is the one in front of me? Are there groups of acrobatics? Only those who dare to make a fortune in desperate situations are real soldiers, and only they can win!

Under such thoughts, many people couldn't help but start to doubt the final result of the Utanka War. Although it seemed that the government army had the advantage of weapons and equipment and the Mexican government also promoted it this way, the war ultimately depends on people to fight. At this military ceremony, it is unreasonable to see the government army's fancy moves that can beat the Indians!

This is the real soldier!

Zhou Ming clenched his fists happily, not for himself, but for these Indians, they finally proved themselves.

He did not attend the city entry ceremony because the reason was very simple. He didn't want to be too arrogant. His current strength is still very weak. It would be bad if it aroused the disgust of all sects and churches. In addition, Zhou Ming also believed in these Indians very much.

Perhaps in such a short time, Zhou Ming could not train them to be like ** and the others to make the world amazed, but at least it was definitely not comparable to those fancy moves.

I still remember that in my previous life, Zhou Ming had watched a Mexican military ritual. The colorful clothes, acrobatic performances and paces made him feel more like a farce, not a soldier. Perhaps the soldiers are not only in the domestic stance and uniformity of the Kronen Legion, but at least they will never be like Mexico.

It was precisely because Zhou Ming understood the Mexican military habits and knew that they would be a qualified fashion show at most, so Zhou Ming made special adjustments to their habits.

Comparing clothes and props with them is nothing compared to them; and the pedal and uniform movements are not available for a year or two, and they cannot be practiced at all. Then Zhou Ming can only make a fuss about a army that has truly seen iron blood and national spirit. Zhou Ming wants to tell the Mexican government officials who think he is arrogant and the citizens who want to watch the fun through this entry ceremony. What kind of sins have been suffered by these Indians and how the Indians have paid in desperate situations, which has given Mexico a chance to show.

So since last night, Zhou Ming asked Flegg and Fox to make these spiritual tablets overnight, as well as those black plain clothes, and a big white banner.

Compared to those military uniforms and weapons, these things are much easier to do, not to mention that they were originally going to sacrifice to those fallen compatriots. It can be said that these things are ready-made.

The so-called soldier is nothing more than showing the spirit of an army, not a bunch of fashion shows!

This is Zhou Ming's understanding of the soldiers, so he has such an arrangement. Although Flag and Fox couldn't understand them, Zhou Ming's insistence still made the soldiers come like this.

Then when the Indian phalanx slowly walked to the American Tower, senior officials of the Mexican government wanted to turn their heads away. They didn't dare to look at these Indians at all. They knew very well that the Indians had left the image of the Mexican government forces in dozens of streets as soon as they appeared, as if the previous government forces had just paved the way for the Indians.

Originally, they wanted to treat the Indians as clowns, but now they seem to be the real clown.

Perhaps these Indians were not in a neat way, their clothes and weapons were very tattered, and they even held the spirit tablets in their hands, but at least they were more like an army than the previous government soldiers.

This made the Mexican government officials feel a stimulating and painful face. If possible, they really want to find a crack in the ground to drill down.

But this was not over yet. Finally, all the Indians walked to the center of the American Tower. They looked up and shouted loudly to journalists and Mexican politicians from all over the country: "The Indians will never be slaves!"
Chapter completed!