El Paso West Line, in a military camp on the banks of the Conchos River.

Neville Crockett took off his regimental second lieutenant uniform and picked up the black suit on the hanger.

From this moment on, he ceased to be an officer of the El Paso Legion.

He has a new role in charge of a brand new organization that will advance a great cause that has never been done before!

The black suit fits well, and with his meticulously combed blonde hair, he looks particularly eye-catching.

"Pen!" He held out his hand.

Hook, the squire, handed over a white quill pen and held a battle plan that had already been written, and Neville glanced at it, then flipped to the end and signed his name with a rustle.

This was the last battle plan he signed as commander of the western front in El Paso.

"Walking stick!"

Wrapped in a white handkerchief, the chamberlain officer Musk handed over a slender black birch cane.

Neville removed the dome wide-brimmed high hat strap from the hanger and put it on his head.

From now on, he is the real director of the Texas Intelligence Agency!

A smile inadvertently appeared on his lips.

His gaze swept over the battle plan one last time, paused for a moment, and then walked out the door without hesitation.

Outside the door, Captain Peter Brooke, the new commander of the Western Line in El Paso, was waiting.

Seeing Neville come out, Captain Brooke hurriedly said hello and extended his hand warmly.

Neville didn't stretch out his hand, just raised his staff and nodded at Captain Brooke's chest.

"Captain, I've got you covered! Well done! Neville said.

Brooke rubbed his hand on the hem of his uniform with some embarrassment, a wry smirk on his face.

"Hope to hear good news from you, Captain!"

Neville passed by Captain Brooke without squinting.

A black carriage was waiting there, and Bill, the chamberlain, lifted the curtain of the carriage, and Neville walked unhurriedly, bowed his head slightly, and got into the carriage.

With the sound of the coachman's whip, the carriage left the camp.

Captain Brooke raised his hand and gave a middle finger at the butt of the carriage.

In this way, the two commanders on the west bank of the Conchos completed their handover.

……

It's no wonder that Neville is so contemptuous of Brooke, it's true that Brooke is not his own person in the El Paso legion system.

After Neville got the approval of General Zachary Taylor, the Emperor of Texas, to establish DIA, it took a lot of effort to really build the DIA system.

Houston and Austin, one president and the other secretary of state, are in Texas, and it is not so easy to separate a part of their power system.

Even Neville Crockett has been secretly planning for many years, asking for people, money, and money, and the relationships under the various tables are intertwined and linked. But to really put DIA in the forefront, I still had to do another operation and transaction.

One of the terms of the deal was the transfer of the western front of the El Paso Legion to the Alamo.

For this, Neville almost fell out with his uncle Crockett Sr.

In the end, however, Neville managed to convince his uncle to put El Paso's Western Front on the table.

"Dear uncle, when it comes to war, there is no one in the entire Crockett family who is your opponent. But, on another battlefield, you have to trust me! Neville said.

At that moment, old Crockett had a complicated expression and an even more complicated heart.

"It wasn't the messy soldiers under Wellington who broke the Emperor Napoleon, but the gentlemen in clean dresses and with Bordeaux wine—uncle, I have to go there to fight!"

Old Crockett sighed and walked slowly to the window.

The setting sun was as red as the coals in the fireplace, and old Crockett finally let go of his grip on the window lattice.

"Go, Neville! Go ahead! Old Crockett waved his hand behind him without looking back.

In this way, the elder Crockett handed over half of his defense and the 2,000 soldiers in the legion in exchange for Neville Crockett's small office in the Texas Capitol.

Twenty years ago, Crockett Sr. came to Louisiana with thirty soldiers to reclaim the land that once belonged to them.

But he failed, and Louisiana could never return to the bosom of France.

At that time, the great emperor had been exiled to St. Helena, and old Crockett's greatest dream was to return to the continent with his army.

However, before his plan could take shape, the great emperor died.

Disheartened, Crockett Sr. has since led the El Paso Legion, which he built with his own hands, stationed in Texas and becoming the northwestern barrier of the Lone Star Republic.

The years ruthlessly stripped old Crockett of everything.

It robbed him of his glory, of his ambition, and of his once-exuberant energy.

Now, even the legion that he regarded as blood and bones was to be stripped away.

"Go, my Neville!" Old Crockett stood alone by the window until the rest of the night.

"Go, my El Paso!"

"Go, go......"

France, France!

I am like a drunkard, walking this part of the way back to my hometown, winding and reverberating.

Ten years on the left foot and ten years on the right. Why can't I walk to you?

……

The loneliness of old Crockett is the of the new commander, Peter Brooke!

El Paso, I'm coming!

Peter Brooke closed the door from behind him, his steps light and pleasant.

He drove everyone away and hummed a little song alone in the house.

From now on, the El Paso Legion begins to crumble!

That old Crockett, who was as stubborn as a stone in a pit, finally couldn't hold it anymore!

The glory of the Alamo Legion has finally arrived!

For this day, the Alamo Legion has been waiting for so many years!

For this day, Peter Brooke waited from a sergeant to become a captain!

For this day, Commander Travis pinched his nose and admitted DIA and drove the arrogant little yellow hair to Houston!

Ha ha!

Little Yellow Hair was still so arrogant when he left! Arrogant, arrogant!

Peter Brooke has already sung an elegy for that little yellow hair in his heart, and when Little Yellow Mao arrives in Houston, he will know that those hypocrites in suits with Erlang's legs crossed are actually of no use except for a big war of words!

The real decisive force is the gun!

The Crockett family is also a military family, but they gave up the power they relied on to survive for a small office in the corner of the Capitol!

These nobles...... Sure enough, one generation is not as good as the next!

Peter Brooke is deeply saddened by Neville Crockett's choice!

He took down the portrait of Old Crockett from the wall, spat on it, stomped on it, and threw it in the trash.

There was a document on the table, and Brooke looked at it, it was a battle plan.

Regarding the robbery that took place last night at the three estates of Lord Catingson, Neville Crockett had already made arrangements before leaving.

Brooke looked at it for a moment and threw him in the trash!

In all fairness, there is nothing wrong with this battle plan, on the contrary, it should be considered excellent.

Since the Indian team had robbed the three hundred horses of the Greenstone Village Horse Farm, it must have needed supplies.

Rather than wasting their energy aimlessly searching the wasteland, the El Paso Legion could have set up an ambush in the supply field of Hamilton Manor and wait quietly for the group of Indian soldiers to arrive.

Brooke agrees.

However, its last page, should not be signed with the name of Neville Crockett!

"Someone!" Brooke yelled out the door.

"Mr. Captain!" The door opened, and a white young soldier pushed it open and entered.

"Give Christopher an order that he must end the fight within three days!" Captain Brooke said.

As commander of the Alamo Corps on the western front of El Paso, Peter Brooke knew what was most important to him.

It was impossible for him to tolerate any alien force when he was not yet fully in control of the situation.

Three days was already the limit of what he could tolerate.

"Second Lieutenant Mourning, who has been sent to Hamilton Manor, must complete the elimination of that Indian army as quickly as possible! I'm going to have my first meeting in three days, and I don't want him to be absent! ”

Second Lieutenant Mourning is a good man with a weak personality. Brooke was so sure that he was erected as the first type of inverted to himself.

"Give the order to Second Lieutenant Alonso to immediately lead his troops south, join up with the Alamo Corps advancing westward, and sweep the Sierra Madre completely and thoroughly! I don't want to hear next spring that there is still a single Indian alive in the forests of the Sierra Madre! ”

The westward advance of the Alamo Regiment is definitely a major event that will go down in the history of Texas!

Compared to such a big deal, Brooke's purge of the newly inherited El Paso Legion here can only be regarded as an appetizer before the feast begins!

"Yes, Mr. Captain!" The guard replied loudly.