Fremont's desire to win California's heart has never been hotter.

This willow-leafed land, near the Pacific Ocean, was now tempting him like the Louisiana Maiden's.

As long as he takes this piece of land, Yu Gong can open up territory for the United States, for private purposes, and also accumulate political capital for his future entry into Washington.

Even better, the land of California, as if to welcome him, suddenly sprang up with gold mines!

Is there anything better in the world than this?

Compared to the only competitor he was worried about, Zachary Taylor in the south, it was a bit of a disappointment!

No amount of silver in Mexico is worth as much as the gold mines in California!

No matter how big the Caribbean Sea is, how can it be compared to the Pacific Ocean?

Moreover, Mexico is now surrounded by wolves, and even if Zachary Taylor takes it, he will have to break his old teeth in the end. Fremont would be happy to see his opponent deflated.

Fremont couldn't help but feel extra happy at the thought of Zachary Taylor, who had been working hard for years and still losing to himself.

Fremont clearly felt that he had won the battle!

Everything is ready, and there is only one thing missing, and that is to take California for the real time.

- When he was untying the woodpipe on the pigeon's leg, he realized that it was a message from Captain Bill.

After talking to Ed for so long, Fremont almost forgot that he still had an army to the east.

In order to take California, he sent most of his forces over, and even transferred men from Oregon, just to make sure nothing went wrong.

That's why William Eddard immediately floated up as soon as he heard Fremont tell him to take California.

Fremont threw so many resources in California that even William Ed didn't know who else could let him lose!

"Let me see, our Captain Bill ...... for us"

Fremont's voice stopped suddenly.

……

William Ed was about to pick up on Fremont's words and praise Bill, the 'colleague' he had never met. Although Ed had not met him, almost everyone in the Great Plains of the West had heard of his name.

Eddard's smile was already visible as Fremont spoke.

However, Fremont swallowed the rest of the words.

The smile on Ed's face suddenly had the embarrassment of having nowhere to put it, and even more embarrassingly, his laughter was already half released: "Ha-", so he had to try to hold his tongue down, hoping to lick back the half of the syllable that had been popped out.

It was a long time before he saw Fremont turn towards him.

Ed hurriedly said, "Uh, Mr. Fremont, I suddenly found that when you are silent, it's like a wise man is thinking about his fate-"

"Get out!" Fremont said coldly, in a low voice.

Ed froze.

"Uh, yes, sir! I'll get out right away—" Ed actually had a lot more to ask.

It was a difficult choice between being governor or president.

Ed replied, but didn't take a step under his feet.

"—I'll go out right away, just before I leave, don't you mind listening to me for another two minutes, I only have one question......"

"Get out!"

Fremont suddenly erupted into a rage and yelled at Eddard. "Get out! Are you TM deaf? Do you want me to rip out your ** and stuff it into the back of your head as an ear! Get lost! ”

With a loud roar, Fremont's furious flames rushed towards Ed like a torrent that had opened the levee.

So Ed froze.

A large vase slammed angrily on Ed's head, and the sound of the vase shattering seemed to mock Ed's shamelessness.

"Get out! You BZ raised **! Scottish pigs! A dirty dog like the **born of an Indian and a black partnership**! Get lost! ”

Ed was taken aback, and then reacted and fled from the house as if fleeing for his life.

After closing the door quickly, you can still hear the sound of clanging and smashing things in the room.

"Bang dang!" This smashed should be a flower pot!

"Whoa!" This smashed should be a chair!

"Shhhh It must be that the books on the table have been lifted to the ground!

"Bang bang bang!" Don't guess, that's the gunshot!

Ed, who escaped from the house in embarrassment, crouched down to tie his shoes not far from the door. Listening to the sound of ping-pong in the room behind me, I thought to myself, I don't know how much trouble that fast gunman caused Fremont!

Fremont was a self-disciplined fellow, more Puritan than all the Puritans in England! Usually always calm and calm, polite to everyone, everything is in the chest.

However, William Ed knew that when Fremont was angry, it was definitely the end of the world that no one wanted to face.

Poor Bill, who Fremont off, must be finished!

Ed squatted on the ground, and when he was about to get up, he realized that he had tied his shoelaces incorrectly, so he had to crouch down, prick up his ears, and tie them again.

……

Fremont's anger was evident from the carcass of the pigeon he pinched to death on the windowsill.

The pigeon died a terrible death, its wings were torn off alive, its little head was smashed into flesh by its fists, and its feathers, which symbolized peace, flew all over the house......

Fremont emptied the pistol's magazine in one fell swoop and leaned feebly against the wall, staring out the window at the dark sky.

He never thought Bill would fail!

At first, he didn't even put too much of his mind on this army.

It was the Indians of the Great Plains who were too weak to arouse his interest.

At the same time, California to the west is too important for him to concentrate on and not miss a beat.

Still, he felt that he had taken the unusual situation of Mount Brack to the east a sufficient priority.

Kit Carson is an experienced explorer, and although he starts to become more and more arrogant as he becomes famous, he definitely has the ability!

Bill was a fast gunslinger, and his personal prowess might not have helped him in front of the muskets, but he relied on his prestige to gather 500 men and horses, all of whom had mixed up in the wasteland!

But they all died at the foot of Mount Braque, at the hands of the turtledove!

Counting before and after, he has buried more than a thousand people there? How so? How can there be so many?

……

There are a lot of things that you feel like it doesn't matter when it's not happening. But when it actually happens, you will suddenly realize the importance of it.

When Fremont suddenly discovers that his west side is now a power vacuum!

This sudden panic is as desperate as suddenly realizing that one of your arms has been cut off before a swimming competition.

Damn Bill, he's not only ruined himself and those 500 cowboys, but also the hope that he, Fremont, has worked so hard in the Northwest for years!

Oh his California dream!

Onsuchasummer'sday!