The population of White Rock City is expanding far faster than Turtledove expected.

He still remembers his time in the forests of Madre, when Yanba and his hunting party searched the mountains and forests, and every day he could find many wandering Indians and bring them back to his tribe in a group.

At that time, the turtledove sighed, this mountain forest looks clean, but the Indians are like mushrooms growing in the bushes, how to pick up how to have.

And when we got to the Burak Mountains, since that rainstorm, the Indians of the Great Plains have come in droves.

It's like a fat nest when fishing, and if it weren't for the logical incomprehension, the turtledoves would almost always think that the Indians of the Great Plains had come to White Rock City.

The ironworks simply don't need so much, and the surplus population has to go to build roads.

And then there was a huge pressure on the grain – the turtledoves could only take care of their meal a day, symbolically spilling a few grains of corn in the wild vegetable soup, and for this reason, there were still hordes of Indians rushing over.

God knows what kind of life they had before that!

On the fifth day after the negotiations with Fremont's emissaries broke down, a network of roads radiating in all directions with White Rock City as the center had been stepped on.

This efficiency is comparable to the rollers that Ikaruga had seen in his previous life, and it is still the kind with sufficient funds.

There is great power in numbers, and it is true!

How many people are there around White Rock City now?

I can't even tell fifteen dollars, this figure changes from day to day, and can only be roughly estimated: two thousand people!

……

Negotiations are ongoing.

But it's no longer a turtledove that comes forward, but a scalp like a stunned blue head!

This guy is full of energy, and since he received the negotiation task, the upper and lower mouths seem to be equipped with motors, and the talk is endless.

“…… The earth is round, you know? Since black people in Mexico can pick cotton and eat watermelon every day, the Yellowstone River should not flood before the rainy season, and the alfalfa grass on the Great Plains can grow so tall in a year, it makes no sense that turkeys have to have two wings. So tell me, why is one dollar equal to three pesos? ”

“…… The great priest once said that no two leaves are the same in the world, but a horse would have to run for three days to reach such a distance from the Missouri River to the Rocky Mountains. If it's windy, we can take a boat, and if it's a little windy, we can definitely fly. Really, I've really seen a bison swept up by the wind......"

Scalp is super into negotiations, and he feels like he's found what he's good at. The messenger of Fremont, who sat across from him, was also an Indian, dumbfounded by the scalp's words, and speechless.

Moreover, when the envoy finished talking for a day, he found that he had not written a word in his negotiation notebook!

How do you report this to Fremont?

So when the negotiations resumed the next day, he had to continue to 'fight' with his scalp despite the panda eyes that had stayed up all night to write a report.

"I think we can at least come to a consensus that if that battle on the beach gets spread, it's not good for either of us! We've lost a lot, but I'm sure you're not going to have a good time, right? The messenger said.

"Why? We have won such a great victory, and we have annihilated all 500 of you! Five hundred! Do you want to hide it? You can't hide it, man! Scalp exclaimed, "You know, in the beginning, Louisiana was rich in a red mushroom, but then a guy named 'Trout' opened up a cornfield there, and a corn-man popped up in the corn-field, and the corn-man planted corn......"

"Dude, don't say anything else, let's sign this first, okay?" The messenger said.

"Let me count, there are three hundred words in total, and you should give me three hundred guns in exchange - forget it, I know you won't agree, then two hundred and fifty guns will do-"

Negotiations have broken down again!

……

Guns, turtledoves are now not lacking.

In that quiet battle on the river beach, the watermill finally became the party cleaning the battlefield.

The whole army of whites, heavily armed, handed over their guns, bullets, and horses to the fifteen dollars that arrived later, and lay on the ground very impolitely, without even saying a 'thank you'.

But now the question for the turtledove is, so many weapons, to whom?

On the day of the return of the waterwheel, Turtledove wrote to Loczen, asking her to send at least five hundred more soldiers to reinforce the tribe - which would once again weaken the tribe, but for now it could only be done.

Despite the fact that there are more than 10,000 people in the forests of the Sierra Madre, there are not many truly qualified soldiers. The so-called 'all the people are soldiers' needs to be established under the condition that the difference between the strength of the 'people' and the 'soldiers' is not large, and it can play a huge role in the era of cold weapons. But in the age of thermal weapons, there is an insurmountable gulf between professional servicemen and ordinary civilians.

The 'peace' there is based on the ability of the tribes in the mountains to reach a delicate balance of power with the white armies outside the mountains, and if the balance is lost, the 'peace' can be overturned at any time.

Every day, Scott's Grand Transport Company is trying to drive down the price of the tribe's logs, cloth, and mulberry. Out of a thirst for money, no one can guarantee that he will not do something to kill chickens and eggs one day.

This is also the reason why the turtledove went north and could not take away a large number of forces.

Otherwise, it's really a complete abandonment there.

It's impossible to abandon!

It was his home, how could he abandon it? He also looked forward to the day when he would join Loczen on the banks of the Rio Grande when he led his troops south—what an exciting time it would be!

"It seems that until our reinforcements arrive, our defensive forces can only count on them." Standing on the balcony, the turtledove pointed to the busy crowd at the bottom of the mountain.

Fifteen stood next to him, frowning.

"This is not the time for us to chase the Fury," Fifteen said, shaking his head, "White Rock is now a piece of rotting flesh that smells like flies that smell it." As soon as the white army drove away, they would fly away in a panic! ”

"Can you try it?"

"No, turtledove! I didn't even dare to give them a gun! "Fifteen dollars said.

So, the two fell silent again.

The news of the crescent moon came that there was a white army of five hundred men that was rushing towards White Rock City.

"Why don't you make a peace deal with Fremont?" Fifteen dollars said. "We are now, extremely weak! There is simply no strength to deal with that white army! ”

The turtledove fell into deep thought.

As a chess player, there are times when you need some discarded pieces.

In order to reach a peace agreement with Fremont, there is no doubt that he will throw away a lot -

“…… Step back, step by step, fifteen dollars! ”

……

There was an earth-shattering cheer from the bottom of the mountain!

Standing on the balcony, the turtledove saw the huge converter tilting, and the golden iron slurry flowing down like a waterfall.

A large crowd surrounded it with deafening cheers.

These Indians, in their lifetimes, had never seen what iron looked like when it melted into water!