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"Captain, those people have already gone away, shall we go over and have a look?" In a wooded area about seven or eight hundred meters from the camp of the workers who had just been slaughtered, two men in colorful clothes were holding binoculars to observe.

"Well, let's go over and have a look." The captain nodded. Then the two men took their horses from behind the trees, mounted them, and galloped towards the camp where the black smoke was emitting.

As they approached the camp, the smell of blood, mixed with the scorching stench of corpses scorched by the flames, rushed into the nostrils of the two men. Looking at the horses on horseback, the small camp was full of corpses, and on the pointed stakes at the gate of the camp, there were several heads stuck crookedly. On the head of one of the round-eyed men was an Indian axe.

"Look, Captain, there's a guy there who seems to be moving!"

"Well, it doesn't seem to be dead yet. Let's go in and see, and if there is any salvation, take him out and give him to Mr. Bond, and maybe he will come in handy if necessary. ”

The man who had just moved was Hill, who had fainted after being struck by the Indian axe, and the road guard who had been working on him was in a hurry to take out more of the workers, and did not seriously check if he was really dead. The guys who came after were not meticulous enough to check whether the person was dead at the end, and when they left, the cold wind blew, and Hill gradually woke up again.

"That's him...... Don't talk, we'll get you out! When Ciel opened his eyes, he saw two men standing beside him, one of whom said this to him as he pulled out a triangular scarf.

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"Mr. MacDonald, this is today's paper." Anna gently placed the brewed black tea on Scrooge's desk and set a newspaper aside.

"Ah, Anna, is there any important news?" Scrooge asked, holding the teacup, gently blowing off the little foam on the tea.

This was Anna's usual job, and Anna began to recite some of the most important news to Scrooge: "General Grant besieged Vicksburg, and the rebels were under great pressure on the Western Front. ”

"Well, Grant did a good job. It seems that he will soon be transferred to the Eastern Front as commander-in-chief of the 6th Army. Grant is an interesting man, in the original history, he also later served as the president of the United States. Well, it is said that this guy's era is one of the most a** in the United States. But I love it. Scrooge thought so, then took a sip of tea, then smiled at Anna and said, "What else?" ”

"President Lincoln signed the Emancipation Proclamation, announcing the emancipation of a black slave."

"Ah, Lincoln still used this trick." Scrooge smiled, perhaps because the situation on the battlefield was slightly better than in the original history, so the proclamation came a few months later than the original history. But that's a good thing, because it gave Scrooge's writing team months to keep calling in the newspapers for an indiscriminate chance at freedom. Over the course of these months, Scrooge has completely packaged himself as a fighter for human freedom.

"Is there any news related to the Union Pacific Railroad?" Scrooge asked.

"Ah, yes, one of the Union Pacific construction sites was attacked by the Indians, and twenty-nine workers were killed. The state government said it was shocked by the tragedy and pledged that justice would be done. ”

Scrooge knew the truth of this incident very well, and even the most important witness in the case was in his hands. However, he did not intend to jump out and reveal the truth at this time. Anyway, the Indians are all trouble, don't be busy, with their hands, let them slaughter all the Indians in this area, and then come to expose the conspiracy themselves, and find out the scum who slaughtered the workers, and the moths who bribed and took bribes, I believe that such a blow will definitely make the entire Union Pacific Railroad in trouble, and its stock will fall like the currency of Zimbabwe in the future. At that time, he will be able to descend as a savior with his immaculate reputation, and thus firmly grasp the company in his own hands.

"These Indians are really too much, and they have to be taught a lesson." Scrooge said, and then he lowered his head and gently sucked in another sip of mellow black tea. Is this black tea Warren? What Delano brought to him from China is said to be the best Zhengshan Xiaozhong black tea. The deep red ripples with the mellow aroma of the tea soup, and it looks like blood.

"Actually, that stupid guy named Stephen did a terrible job!" Scrooge thought, "There are so many loopholes left at the scene that they are comparable to the '931 Sea Battle', '** sinking the Mongolian Navy Dashabi Battlecruiser', and '52nd Army Glory in Normandy' concocted by later generations of seven-character fishing parties." You think, if it was really the Indians who did it, how could they leave their own people's bodies in the camp and not take them away? How could they just take the dollars from the slain workers and not their steel tools and stuff like that? Therefore, people with a clear head can see the problem at a glance. But, well, if a person has a clear head, even if he sees it, most of them won't say it, right? ”

"Anna, what's the reaction of the state of Illinois?" Scrooge put down his teacup and stretched. Anna Tingting walked behind Scrooge, stretched out her hands to massage Scrooge's shoulder, and replied, "What else?" Naturally, there was a fury, and the state legislators demanded that troops be sent to pacify the nearby Indian tribes, and the governor naturally complied with the will of the people and ordered the state militia to enter combat readiness. It seems that it may not be long before they go to war with the Indians. ”

"The guys who can be legislators and governors are human beings, how can they not see the problem here. Just against the Indians, is the government zhì correct. What wise man would jump out at this time to speak for the Indians? Besides, the real life of the Indians is too painful, and isn't it a good and merciful thing to end their suffering and send them to heaven? Isn't that the best way we can express our gratitude to the Indians who came to the rescue of the Mackhor's ancestors when the famine came? Why block the path of others to heaven and attain the highest happiness? ”

"Uh-huh......" Scrooge snorted like a pig under the massage of Anna's hands. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back, letting his head sink comfortably between Anna's soft, towering "shuangfeng" and rubbing it gently.

Anna seemed to be used to Scrooge's move, she lifted her hands off Scrooge's shoulders, and then gently placed them on Scrooge's face, and began to gently massage him.

Feeling Anna's delicate fingers caressing his face, Scrooge snorted comfortably twice, then stretched out his hand, pressed Anna's delicate jade hand, and said in a vague voice: "Anna, you have to work harder, I didn't tell you, my skin is very thick......"

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Many of Illinois' militias have been redeployed to the front lines to deal with rebels in the South. The surplus was definitely enough to deal with the Indians.

Anion, with a regiment of militia, had surrounded an Indian village. There were about 2,000 Indians in this village, men, women, and children. Early in the morning, when they found themselves surrounded by more than 1,000 state militiamen, the village was in chaos, filled with the cries of women and children.

The tribal chieftain Goshawk tried to send two tribesmen who knew a little of the white man's language to ask the guys on the other side why they had suddenly made such a move for no reason. However, according to the white man's custom, the tribesmen who were holding white flags seeking negotiations were shot and killed outside the village gate as soon as they walked out of the village gate - apparently the whites did not intend to negotiate with them, they had come to slaughter all the Indians here.

All the people who could fight were concentrated, some carrying old rifles bought from the whites, others continuing to carry ancestral bows and arrows, and others Indian axes. They knew very well that they could not defeat the well-armed and well-trained (at least as opposed to the Indians) state militias outside. But they could not help but stand up and fight desperately. Because behind them are their aging parents, beloved wives and children. If they can't stop it and let those white-skinned beasts rush in, then their fate is unimaginable.

"You can't take a step back!" The goshawk chief shouted to these warriors, "Behind us are our parents, wives and children, and we cannot retreat a single step!" Anyone who wants to hurt them must step over our corpses! It was like a later Soviet commissar who did not leave his name, on the outskirts of Moscow, facing the tanks of fascist Germany, shouting to his fighters: "Russia is big, but we have no way back!" Behind it is Moscow! "Same.

But the nameless commissar did not despair, because behind him, there were countless fighters as determined as he was, and more importantly, an industrialized country capable of producing a steady stream of tanks, artillery, aircraft, and warships. Although the commissar was killed in this battle, he and his comrades firmly kept the fascist brutes out of Moscow. Then, his comrades who are still alive will fight back step by step until they have pushed the battle line under the city of Berlin, and his comrades who are still alive will still raise their horns and shout to the remnants of the fascists: "The ring of steel of the Red Army has surrounded your ruined city!" We will crush a qiē senseless resistance! So give up your resistance, give up your military position, give up your homeland, give up your hope! Ula ......"

However, the goshawk was truly desperate, and he knew the difference in strength between his tribe and those white-skinned beasts. There were only about 600 warriors in his tribe, and among them, only about 100 had guns. The rest of them still only had bows and arrows and axes. On the other side, there were more than a thousand white troops, and every one of them had guns, and all of them had better guns than on their own. Moreover, a few hundred meters directly opposite the gate of the wall, there were two terrible cannons. He didn't have the support of a powerful country behind him, but the white-skinned brutes across from him did. He knew that the Indians would not be able to defeat such an opponent, so he had always restrained his tribesmen and tried his best to avoid any conflict with those white-skinned people, so that his tribe could continue to survive in this cruel era. However, for some reason, these white doors still came to the door. The goshawk took one last look at the rising sun in the east, and he knew that this was the last time he, and all the people in his tribe saw this blood-red rising sun, and tomorrow, the sun would still rise, but tomorrow, the tribe would no longer exist.

Anion looked coldly at the village wall made of rough logs a few hundred meters away, and then at the two Napoleonic cannons next to him, then turned around and said coldly to the soldiers: "Let's first use solid bullets to destroy the gate and wall, and then replace the shrapnel to cover the entire village, and then we will go in." He drew the command knife from his waist and roared like a beast that had just escaped from the deepest abyss: "No man, woman, young or old, there will be no one left!" ”