Fury Wind is a man of great mobility.

After seeing Alfonso off on the front foot, he sent to the Texas Army camp on the other side of the Conchos River.

In Fufeng's calculations, there is no reason for Little Yellow Hair not to accept his 'kindness'.

Perhaps, the little yellow fur will ask Fury to apologize for killing Acheson - this is nothing, Fury has already made an apology letter written in advance! There are three versions, each version hurts the skin, touches the soul, and you can choose from the little yellow hair!

However, in the evening, his messenger came with the news that the little yellow fur was nowhere to be seen!

Angry Wind can't figure it out, why is this happening?

Then he sent three more messengers to the other side of the river overnight. In order to show his sincerity, he even reluctantly sent ten bison skins as a meeting gift!

However, the bison hides were harvested on the other side, and there was still no good news from the other side of the river.

The furious wind is anxious!

If this continues, damn Bustamante will have to withdraw his troops!

When the time comes, you will turn from a valuable dog to a valuable plate of dog meat!

……

Actually, Fury really wronged Neville Crockett.

The reason why this young nobleman, who was of French descent, did not want to see him was actually because Neville was not in the barracks on the east bank of the Conchos River at this time.

In Fufeng's heart, the so-called war is when two people and horses cut each other with knives and guns until one side is hacked to death.

But in Neville Crockett's mind, war is a game of bargaining, a game of honey and swords.

……

Texas at the end of May and the beginning of June is on the eve of the rainy season.

The oceanic monsoon climate created by the Gulf Stream brings a lot of rain to Texas, and almost the entire southern part of Texas is in the midst of hurricanes and torrential rains when the rainy season comes.

Fighting in such weather is a nightmare. Regardless of the end result of victory or defeat, no one wants to march in the rain in such weather.

Unless, the fruits of victory are particularly great!

Just as black clouds filled the sky of South Texas, golden lightning flowed between the clouds, and thunder resounded between the heavens and the earth.

Neville Crockett secretly arrived at Fort Texas with three retinues!

"I'm Captain El Paso Neville Crockett, and I hope to meet General Zachary Taylor!"

The guards at the gate of the fortress took Neville's letter of visit and looked curiously at the young man with beautiful blond hair.

There was a green piece of paper on the back of the letter, which the guards took out and threw it on the ground carelessly.

"Do you have an appointment?" The guard asked.

"No—but, please help me get the word out, and General Taylor will see me!" Neville smiled kindly, unfazed by the humiliation of the guards throwing away the dollars he had sent.

"There are countless people who come to see General Taylor every day, if I go in and pass the word on everything, the general doesn't have to do anything else, I just come to see you all day!" The guard replied.

"Please, Second Lieutenant Grant!" Neville folded his hands together and pleaded with a sad expression. "I've come all the way from El Paso and have very important information to report to General Taylor. You should also know that a war is brewing there, right? ”

The guard frowned. "How do you know my name?"

"Ulysses Simpson Grant, a lot of people know your name!" Neville replied, "West Point has a lot of alumni of mine, and they all say, you're the best of them!" ”

"Really?" The guard laughed, "But, how did I hear that they all called me 'useless Grant'?" ”

"Jealousy can blind a person's mind, and you don't have to take these gossips to heart. Grant, you're the best, everyone knows it! Neville complimented.

"I hate you flamboyant young master!" Grant glanced at Neville and said bluntly.

"There is no noble young master in the American Federation, we all have the same natural human rights!" Neville said.

"Wait!"

The guards took Neville's letter and walked inside the fortress.

After the guards left, Neville stepped forward, picked up the dollar from the ground, dusted it off, folded it back and put it in his purse.

The poor can't understand the power of money because they never really had it.

But Neville Crockett knows that most of the time, this green paper is more useful than a black gun!

The guards are gone.

Neville had also been waiting outside the gates of the fortress.

The dark clouds in the sky finally couldn't bear the weight of the rain and pressed down the ground.

"Click!"

A bolt of lightning swept across the vast wasteland in front of him, accompanied by a deafening thunderclap, and the rain poured down from the sky like a flood that burst its banks.

Neville stood motionless in the pouring rain.

The retinue behind him leaned in.

"Young master, it's raining heavily!"

"Hmm!"

"Let's go back first, young master!"

"Go back? I haven't seen General Taylor yet, how can I go back? Neville said.

"But...... General Taylor probably won't see us, right? ”

"Then we'll wait here until we see him!" Neville said.

The entourage had no choice but to wait with him in the rain.

Almost in the middle of these words, a thick stream of water accumulated on the ground, spreading over his leather boots.

Neville's clothes quickly became soaked.

A long blond hair, turned into a strand of cloth, covering his face.

After an unknown amount of time, a group of people came out of the fortress, holding huge umbrellas, and carried a man in a Texas military uniform into the carriage.

The carriage drove out of the fortress door, and the guards on either side of the gate saluted the carriage.

The carriage passed by Neville's side, and the mud from the wheels splashed on Neville's face.

Neville sensed something strange on his face, reached out and wiped the mud off his face, brushing the hair back that had covered his eyelids.

"Young master, it's Secretary of State Austin!" The attendant said.

"I see it!" Neville replied.

"If General Taylor had seen Austin, but not us—"

"Shut up, Hook!" Neville interrupted the retinue.

After a long time, as if in reply to the words of the attendant, and as if to speak to himself, Neville Crockett's voice rang out in the pouring rain:

"Whoever Austin can give, anyone can give. But what Austin wants, we can do without! ”

This is a war that belongs to Neville Crockett.

The battlefield is not on the banks of the Conchos.

Rather, in Fort Texas, thousands of miles away from El Paso, at the residence of Major General Zachary Taylor, Major General of the American Confederate Army, outside the gates of Fort Texas!