In the middle of the night the next day, Ikadove got information about the advance of the waterwheel.

Halfway through the march towards the intended goal, Fort Carl Vincent, the watermill abruptly changed direction, crossed the Yellowstone River, and headed across the river.

The turtledove held the candle and looked at the map in amazement, not knowing where to put the small flag in his hand!

On the other side of the Yellowstone River was a wilderness, and according to the information he had received, the nearest white military camp was also 300 kilometers away.

Turtledove really wanted to have a phone in his hand so he could call and ask.

"Did the watermill say what he was doing when he crossed the river?" Ikaruga asked the messenger.

"No," replied the messenger, "he just said that the water was low there, so it would be better to take a look!" ”

If it were someone else, Ikaruga would definitely suspect that this guy was stepping on the watermelon skin and sliding wherever he went.

But the waterwheel, the turtledove thought about it and thought it was unlikely.

"Beaver, what do you think?" Turtledove asked.

The beaver sneered, "If I had the ability to fight, how could the rebels end up in such a miserable end?" ”

The turtledove thought for a while, but he couldn't get the point.

It was clear that the battle plan that the turtledove, the beaver, and the watermill had made all night before yesterday had been turned into waste paper on the first day.

"Go tell the waterwheel," said Ikaruga to the signal soldier, "you don't have to report everything to me, since the leader is outside, all actions are up to him!" ”

The communications soldier grabbed two eggs and took the order to leave.

"You don't have to worry about it!" The beaver laughed and said, "I've never seen a war like you!" ”

"Then what do you think I should do?" Turtledove asked.

The beaver thought for a moment and said, "I said that I would attack Fort Carl Vincent first, and your general changed the plan of action without authorization, so don't you ignore it?" ”

"Do you think I'm more familiar with the situation at the front than the watermill?" Turtledove asked rhetorically.

"The lone soldier of the waterwheel, there is no response in front of him, no reinforcements in the back, he only brought grain and grass for three days, no matter how you look at it, it looks like he was sent to death!"

"Can you conjure up troops for me? Or do you want to conjure me up for food? The turtledove smiled.

"If it was Victor, he would definitely take someone to inspect the Yellowstone River himself. If the battle on the front line is tight, Victor will definitely take the lead, either charging or breaking behind-"

"I'm not Victor!" Turtledove said.

"You're not even as good as one of Victor's toes!" Beaver said.

Ikaruga was silent for a moment, then replied, "I stand on Victorio's shoulder!" Beaver! ”

The beaver opened his mouth and said nothing more.

One fact that he simply can't deny is that no matter how great Victorio is in his heart, Victor is dead!

"People who are good at war often don't see what credit he has, have you ever heard of this sentence? - By the way, it's 12 midnight and you have at least two days left to live! ”

……

At dawn, the turtledove walked out of the castle with the men, holding the steaming tortillas in his hands, and walked to the Yellowstone River below.

On a flat granite floor, a few sleepy-eyed Indians hurriedly stood up.

They slept here last night.

"Turtledove, why are you here?" A one-armed Indian approached.

His name is Spotted, and he is the first generation of scientists of the Turtledove tribe, the person who successfully blew up the Turtledove laboratory, and may also be the first person in the world to add white sugar to gunpowder.

Now his main task is to build a converter for ironmaking.

I don't know much about iron-making turtledoves, but I generally know that iron ore and various materials are burned into molten iron in a furnace and poured out.

Spotted didn't really understand, but he was once sold to a Kansas ironworks as a slave for half a year, cleaning up the sputtered iron filings next to the red-hot molten iron. With this little insight, he became the chief scientist of the turtledove tribe.

With the strong support of the turtledove's arbitrary and arbitrary actions, on a treasure of feng shui near a spring in the forest of the Madre Mountains, Hua Ban presided over the construction of the first iron-making furnace in his life - perhaps the first iron-making furnace in the history of the Indians!

And then it blew up as a matter of course.

However, Spotted has learned from previous laboratory explosions, and he survives by jumping into the deep spring when he has a premonition that it is about to explode.

Now, the chief scientist is presiding over the construction of the fifth iron-making furnace in his life.

The great chieftain Turtledove showed an extraordinary zeal for the ironmaking business of Spotted and gave all sorts of strange instructions.

For example, Turtledove believes that the furnace of an iron-making furnace must be able to turn over!

Turtledove also believes that the wind from the blower should blow from the bottom up, not from the side into the stove!

Turtledove also firmly believes that all kinds of materials should be added to the furnace, whether it is lime, quartz, fluorite, magnesia or mirror iron, and should be brave enough to give it a try.

Big deal to blow it up again!

In the Indian tribes, labor is as consumable as stones of all colors, and it doesn't matter how much it is lost.

"When will this ironworks be built?" Turtledove asked.

"Turtledove, I only brought someone here yesterday!" Spotted said aggrievedly.

"Oh, I know, I know!" The turtledove grabbed Spotted's hand and stood hand in hand beside the pit that had just been dug up. The mouth said: "You take your time, I'm not in a hurry, I'm not in a hurry." ”

"Hmm." Spotted withdrew his hand, snatched half of a tortilla from Turtledove's pocket, and shoved it all into his mouth.

"What do you think of this place?" Turtledove asked.

The morning mist was rising over the Yellowstone River, and in the distance were lush mountains and forests, with a few bare stone mountains dotted among them.

To be sure, North America's largest coal and iron ore mines are almost concentrated in the Great Lakes region in the east, and the abundant oil and gas are almost concentrated in Texas and New Mexico in the south.

The area around Dakota in the northwest is almost empty except gold.

Not to mention the industrial base, everything needs to be started from scratch.

"Very good," Spotted grinned, "pretty well!" ”

That's right, stability is the only requirement of spotted turtledoves.

It's already good not to be like in the mountains and forests of Madre, where you have to prepare for war in three days and two ends.

"Stability, you must be stable!"

"Come on, spotted, look......"

"In the future, we can go to the mountains on the other side of the river to cut wood and burn it into charcoal!"

"There will be steamers on the Yellowstone River to bring the iron ore we need!"

"We can also recruit poor Sioux people to work in your factory!"

"We can also build a machining plant near your ironworks, so we can make our own guns!"

The turtledove pointed to the Yellowstone River on the flat ground where he had only had time to dig a pit, and his eyebrows fluttered.

Spotted also listened happily.

"Turtledove, do you know how to make guns?" Spotted asked excitedly.

"That's the next question, Spotted!" Turtledove replied.