"Uh, are you asking me, uncle?" Neville asked.

"Is there anyone else in this room besides you?" Crockett ignored Neville's knowingly question. For this nephew who looks a little like him, he is always extra tolerant.

Neville laughed a little and said, "In a place like the New World, whenever there is an unsolvable problem, it is always a good choice to go to war against the Indians—not necessarily for the best, but certainly not for the worst!" ”

"Indians?"

"That's right, Indians!" Neville said.

"What a joke!" Colonel Crockett laughed: "We were bullied by the Mexicans, and it turned out that we turned to the Indians to settle scores!" ”

"These are the rules of the New World, Mr. Colonel!" Neville said, "Just like when we were kids, every time you beat my cousin, my cousin would beat me. ”

Crockett glared at Neville and snorted coldly. "Well, even if that's the case, but we've been exterminating the Indians all along, what else can we do this time?"

"We haven't done enough!" Neville said: "We covered up last year's Harrison Valley tragedy, but Secretary of State Austin was not happy with us. The death of Mr. Acheson the day before yesterday and the attack on Captain Ford yesterday, this series of events makes us very passive in public opinion! The El Paso Legion was a little inferior to the other two legions. ”

Colonel Crockett frowned, "You go on!" ”

"So, we need to make a big move!" Neville said. "We don't start a war with Mexico, but we show our worth to the people of Texas!"

"Do you mean that we should take the initiative to tear up the San Angelo Accord?"

"No, it was the Indians who tore it up on their own initiative!" Neville said, "They were the ones who attacked us first!" We're just fighting back in self-defense! ”

"What a 'self-defense counterattack'!" Crockett raised the information in his hand, "But, the war report says that this was done by the Mexicans? ”

"This is an obvious planting!"

"Planting?"

"Of course! Absolutely! ”

"Any evidence?"

"My dear uncle, no, Mr. Colonel, the law demands evidence, but politics does not. It is enough to think about who will benefit the most once we go to war with Mexico! Neville said.

"Is that the old crow in Houston?"

"There is no doubt about it!" Neville said. "We don't need to waste energy trying to find out who the killer is, we just need to know who the biggest beneficiary is!"

"This kind of planting method is really too low-level-"

"But it worked! Dear uncle, we have done such things. Isn't it? Neville smiled meaningfully.

Colonel Crockett nodded thoughtfully. Now there is only one question left: "But that's how the war report is written?" ”

Neville picked up the report on the table and tore him to shreds.

"The battle report is just a piece of paper! I might as well put it more bluntly, uncle, for Mr. Lamar would not have wanted to see such a retribution. If we send this war report up, the El Paso Commander may be replaced! ”

That's right.

In order to coincide with the upcoming presidential election, Speaker Lamar will definitely not allow war to happen at this time!

Lamar needs peace!

"You're right, you're right!" Colonel Crockett nodded repeatedly.

"So, I'm going to write a new war report. Just say...... Well, let's just say that the Indians here are making trouble again, and the El Paso Legion has decided to start a spring cleanup, how about it? ”

"Okay, that's it!" Colonel Clokett agreed: "Mr. Acheson's murderer is also an Indian, and there is nothing wrong with that!" Many can testify! ”

"It's just...... How is Captain Ford written here? ”

"Just write—damn it!" Crockett scolded and said, "He has an uncle who is a member of the Federal House of Representatives!" ”

There is a relative who is a dignitary in Washington, and this new war report is indeed a little more difficult.

But this also did not bother the young people of the Crockett family.

"Why don't I write it yet?" Neville came up with an idea in the blink of an eye, saying, "After the spring operation, will you report him for a heroic death?" ”

"Okay, that's it!" When Crockett said this, he couldn't help but complain about the aggressive Captain Ford again. "Add more iron to his medal, and remember to replace the silver!"

"As you wish, dear uncle!"

Neville discussed the details with Crockett again and prepared to leave.

"By the way, many new tribes have appeared in the Sierra Madre, and this time we must also clean them up!"

"Yes, Mr. Colonel!" Neville replied, "Lieutenant George of Fort Greenstone has sent someone to destroy them!" ”

"Who's the pie?"

"Who else?" Neville smiled and said, "Big Tree Chief! ”

……

There are hundreds of Indian tribes in the Sierra Madre, and the turtledove tribe is just the most inconspicuous of them.

Even in front of the El Paso Legion, he didn't even deserve to be named.

Until now, he didn't even have the qualifications to put on the chessboard as a chess piece.

Neville Crockett, who was the same year as him, had already begun to strategize, talking and laughing with the fate of the country, while the turtledove could only carry a musket and do business without capital on the great plains.

……

On the ruins of the Buffalo Bazaar, green smoke curls up.

The air also smelled of gunsmoke and blood.

Fury rode to the top of the ruins and blew his horn made of bull's horn.

"Whew!"

A loud sound resounded throughout the wasteland, and even the vultures hovering in the sky were startled and fled quickly.

With the sound of a desolate and empty trumpet, the Indians scattered around the field raised their heads.

The tribal warriors who were still rummaging unwillingly in the ruins also dropped their belongings in unison and stood quietly in place.

In this wasteland, it has been a long, long time since the horn of the bison has sounded.

"Whew!"

"Whew!"

By the time the trumpet sounded for the third time, blood was oozing from Fury's eyes.

Blowing a trumpet is not a simple job, and a horn is not something that ordinary people can blow. It has to be a strong warrior to have the courage and physical strength to support the long and long sound of the trumpet.

An endless stream of Indian warriors gathered from all directions.

Fury sat quietly on horseback, like a statue, standing still.

One by one, the Indian warriors stood silently like him, waiting for more Indian warriors to join.

Until the darkness of the night began to fall its shadow, the horses beneath Fury Wind snorted, shattering the iron-like silence.

Fury Wind stood up.

He stood on horseback.

"My brothers!" He yelled at the crowd.

"Whites took our land, burned down our homes, killed our loved ones!"

"Now, they want to drive us to wander and let all of us die like bison in the wasteland!"

"Can we just watch them show off their might in our land?"

"Can't our courage be called courage?"

"Aren't our knives and guns murderous?"

"Are our warriors lambs to the slaughter?"

He paused, looking around at the people who stood under his command.

The shadow of the night fell on each of them, and they all stood upright, like statues of silence.

It's just that there seems to be a fire in everyone's eyes.

In the silent air, there was the sound of wheezing like the tide of the distant sea.

"I will lead you to battle!"

"Kill!"

"Go grab it!"

"We will do unto white people as they would have treated us!"

"A tooth for a tooth, blood for a blood!"

"Yes, there is! It's on this great plain! ”

"If you are destined to die, please give me your life first! I'll take you with me to bury every intruder! ”

He picked up a flag on the ground and put it on a torch.

The flag soon burned.

He waved his flaming flag in the air, and the crowd seemed to be ignited by fire at once.

Thousands of torches illuminate the wasteland.

Countless people roared after him.

"Kill!"

"Go grab it!"

"A tooth for a tooth!"

"Blood for blood!"

Indian hatred, like dry gunpowder, only needs a little spark to be ignited with a "bang"!