The War Court and Lap Pillow, Austria’s Mandate of Heaven

Want to see how the Indians exploded with 300 million soldiers and crushed America?

Want to see how Indian Superman rubs nuclear bombs and beats the US team?

If you want to see the sign, you can give it away, Miss Nora, who is A and rusty, and can warm the bed?

Sorry, none here.

Will the Indians take advantage of the Mexican-American War to surprise Washington?

Will the Indians rob the U.S. battleships in Hudson Bay, and have a man-to-man showdown with the U.S. Navy? You know, the Indians have never lost at sea before.

Will the Indians cross the Rocky Mountains, reach the Arctic Ocean, and awaken the indescribable beneath?

Sorry, neither.

There are only endless blood of heroes here, and endless heads of enemies.

There is only one down-to-earth Indian who is ready to defy the sky.

There is only one yellow-skinned Django, who draws a gun to kill someone while exhaling fragrance.

The protagonist loves to chatter, but he is never soft when he kills a man, but he will be weak when facing a woman. Here we mourn our lost chapter 62.

Remarks: The above are all commercial bragging behaviors, and we will not be responsible for any discrepancies.