Betrayal and Betrayed

Booker came down from the hill with a murderous look on his face, his right hand kept behind his back.

When he was about ten paces from the Indians, he suddenly drew his Pistol and shot dead the man with red feathers in his hair, then shouted to his officers:

"Kill them, quickly!"

Though the Indians were quite fierce, they were ultimately no match for the Black officers who had only just come through the slaughter of the battlefield. Nearly half of them were cut down in an instant.

The remaining six or seven held out for a few more minutes before all becoming corpses.

Facing his subordinates' puzzled gazes, Booker pointed to the other side of the mountain and said coldly:

"These damned Indians deserve to be cursed just like the white devils!"

In truth, these Indian Tribes bordering the United States had long begun learning "civilization" and "enlightenment" from Westerners—they had learned to ride horses, learned to use firearms, and had even imitated the Americans by setting up Parliaments among their tribes.

At the same time, they had learned to keep slaves.

The Americans slaughtered and enslaved them, and they in turn enslaved Blacks.

The Indians quickly discovered the enormous profits of plantations, then used the money they earned to buy more Black slaves and weapons. More and more chiefs joined in slaveholding.

Especially in the southeastern United States, Indian Tribes near America had built more than ten European-style towns while opening up vast Cotton plantations.

And this Altamaha Tribe was the Indian Tribe closest to the United States.

Faint gunfire suddenly drifted from afar.

Booker's pupils contracted at once. He wheeled his horse around, lashed it hard with his whip, and roared:

"Damn it, come back with me!"

On the eastern side of Booker's army Camp, along