Sheffield, who returned to the ward, seemed to have lost all the strength of his body, his eyes looked straight ahead, and he didn't know what he was thinking, and the same was true of the old Sheffield lying next to him......

"Daddy, this war has nothing to do with us anymore! I'm ready to take you home! Sheffield persuaded his father in a slow, deep voice, but the old man was only a sick man at this time, and he was not willing to carry the poor man at this time, so he could only try his best to persuade the old man to get out of here.

From the bottom of his heart, Sheffield was not interested in the apparent destiny of the United States, but as a member of the southern slave owners who supported expansion, he had to make a gesture to align himself with those around him. The United States is not his, and the fortune of the country has nothing to do with him personally, and when the country can be in his own hands, Sheffield will consider the question of the future of the country.

"I'm not leaving!" Old Sheffield's eyes flashed with determination, and he said very resolutely, "I'm here, waiting to conquer Mexico City, so that I won't participate in this war in vain!" "From the outbreak of the Mexican-American War to the present, the war has come to an end, and everyone knows on the whole level that as long as the United States captures Mexico City, it will mark the victory of the war, and the victory will only come sooner or later, and the old Sheffield wants to wait here for the final victory, which is understandable.

"Okay, let's wait here together!" On this trip to Mexico, Sheffield's biggest gain was that his brother successfully got the end that a hero deserved, and returned home with the honor of fighting for his country, which means that the stumbling block in front of Sheffield has been removed by itself.

At this time, Sheffield naturally would not go against the old man's wishes, he had already arranged the affairs of the plantation before he came, and wrote more than 100 pieces of paper on the work plan alone, including what to do if it rains and what to do if there are insects! Write down almost every situation imaginable, and presumably there will be no problems with the plantation.

"Lincoln, go boil water! Give the old man a wipe on his body! I'll go out first! Sheffield summoned Lincoln in and commanded, and he walked out of the room to find a place to solve his physical problems.

When the crowd gathers together, it will cause a lot of terrible things, such as the place where I don't know if it is a field hospital, it is like being surrounded by public toilets, the wounded who are unable to move are excreted at will, and the place similar to the toilet cannot be entered, according to Sheffield's words, to enter this kind of toilet, you must hold two bricks in your hands, otherwise there is no place to put your feet.

If he stays for a while, he doubts that his physical fitness can withstand the attacks of these exotic mosquitoes, which seems to be a bit choking! Sheffield, who had dodged many mines, covered his nose and finally entered a place with an environment comparable to that of Holden Plantation, and finally could squat on it......

Sheffield, covering his nose, looked ahead, not wanting to see maggots active under his feet. It was almost forgotten from his memory, and he didn't want to remember it at this time. The flying insects around him kept flying around, making Sheffield's expression more and more helpless, when will this kind of day be a head?

What could distract Sheffield a little was the two wounded soldiers who were suffering from the amusement next to him, although they were separated by wooden planks and could not see each other, but the voices of the two people still reached his ears at all.

"I don't understand, why are we helping the Southerners to fight this war? Obviously those slave owners in the south and the war in Mexico, why should we shed blood? ”

Sheffield's eyebrows raised, and his mouth, which was covered by his hands, moved imperceptibly, "It turned out to be two Yankees......"

"Who's to say it's not, let the southerners fight it themselves! Our company commander, Lieutenant Grant, said that the war itself was provoked by the Southerners themselves, because the Mexicans had passed a law abolishing slavery! ”

"The current president is a Democrat, and those Democrats are just lackeys of slave owners, but we are pitiful that we have fought such a war of bullying this time, and if we go back to our hometown, I don't know what other people think of us......"

Sheffield listened to the conversation word for word, and waited until the two of them had finished leaving, before kicking open the wooden door in front of him and whispering, "Grant?" Don't like this war, commander-in-chief of the Northern Army? ”

Sheffield, who was muttering to himself, continued to leave the minefield with strange steps, the future commander-in-chief of the Northern Army was currently only a small company commander, an ordinary member of the hundreds of company commanders in the US army.

Although he brushed shoulders with historical figures, Sheffield had no regrets, and he did not mean to assassinate the company commander, although the south had less than the north, but it had the upper hand in terms of generals. Killing a northern general won't change anything, and it's better to think of other ways to do this.

When I returned to the ward, I saw Lincoln wiping the old man's body, and Sheffield took Lincoln's place, observing the old man's legs while wiping, both legs had been slightly deformed, and they didn't look very serious. But his muscles had begun to atrophy, and even if he didn't understand medicine, he knew what the consequences were.

"When we take Mexico City, I'll go back by boat with you!" Old Sheffield said with an apologetic look.

"Good!" Sheffield finished wiping it and promised, "I'll let the others go back from the land, and I, Lincoln, and you and my brother's ashes will be on the boat together, and Lincoln will take care of you on the way......"

In fact, according to the tradition in the army, Sheffield's brother should be disposed of on the spot with others, or buried in the cemetery, but fortunately, the United States, which mainly relies on volunteers, has not yet formed a tradition, giving Sheffield the opportunity to deal with it, and by the way, the remaining gauze was also cleaned up at the time of cremation, and some other things were given to the doctors here as souvenirs.

Sheffield stopped here for three months, of course, Sheffield was not idle during this time, constantly in contact with wounded American officers, especially southerners, and did not refuse all the people they saw. I don't know how many breasts I patted to ensure that these southern officers must go to Sheffield Plantation as guests after the fight.

"Since my brother died, I think I have become an adult and can enter the army, fulfill the ideals of my father and brother, and make the destiny of the motherland clear! But it was still rejected! That's the phrase Sheffield says the most.

Finally, in September, the U.S. captured Mexico City and completed the final blow of the war, and the old Sheffield successfully saw the end of the war, and after occupying Mexico City for a week, Sheffield and his party embarked from Veracruz and returned to New Orleans.