The night was already deep.

It's a mess in the house.

Fremont sat on the floor, his hair disheveled, his clothes disheveled, and his eyes distracted.

He had a gun in his hand that had been emptied, and every once in a while he would talk to it for a short time.

"Why?" He muttered.

"Click!" He pulled the trigger.

"Why?" He asked again.

"Click!" He pulled the trigger again.

He asked, pulling the trigger.

As if the gun in his hand could give him the answer.

If Bill had been here at this time, he probably wouldn't have ended up better than the third of the pigeons on the windowsill.

The world map in the wall had been shot several holes by bullets, and they connected like a smiling face, as if they were mocking Fremont.

'Look, you're always standing tall and looking far away!' Unexpectedly, a small pit under your feet will bury you! ’

Fremont looked at the map on the wall and suddenly laughed.

He laughed for a long time before he fell to the ground again, his shoulders twitching like spasms, and his whimpering cries were like those of a wounded wild dog.

He never thought that he would lose on the battlefield in the east!

When the news of Kit Carson's death came back, he didn't believe it at all. After a long period of winning battles, he couldn't accept this reality at all.

So at that time, after a brief loss of consciousness, he just said to himself, "Forget it, who wouldn't make a mistake?" It's the same with Kit Carson, he's going to make mistakes, it's not a big deal. ”

It's like a student who has been getting 5 points and suddenly only gets 2 points. He won't think it's a matter of his own strength, he will only think that he was careless, it's not a big deal, just pay attention next time! If you don't believe it, take the test again, and he can casually get a good score-

So Fremont decided to take it again!

He sent Bill the Gunslinger, which was actually the maximum force he could send without affecting his California strategy.

Fremont really didn't think he was going to lose!

The Indians to the east were all well organized by him, and although they were not necessarily as well-behaved as the Navajo or Pueblo, they definitely did not have the courage to resist.

Moreover, under the trade policy set by Fremont, it was difficult for these Sioux people to even obtain iron weapons, so what could they take to fight Bill's legion?

Even if a turtledove comes from the south, how many men will be left under his hands after such a fight with Kit Carson? Whether they can subdue the tribes under the Bulak Mountains is still a question, and how can they fight Captain Bill?

At that time, Fremont thought about it and thought about it, and still felt that he could not lose!

He thought of many, many possibilities, and even gave Bill five cannons in the end, just to be sure.

However, just like the student who failed the exam, in order to prove that his level is still superb, he pretended to be light, but he pretended to be overdone, slept lazily, and forgot that the next step was actually the graduation exam.

Fremont stood in front of the map of the world, watching France and England dance as he had speculated, compared to the insignificant war in the east, which was nothing more than an ant flicking off his sleeve.

He had forgotten – or rather, as proud as he was, to speculate that he would lose the war again......

Maybe he didn't make any mistakes.

If he had to find fault, the only mistake he made was that he felt that there could be no one more amazing in this world than himself!

***

White Rock City.

The roar of the people was like a blazing wave of flames, which wanted to set the whole mountain of Brak on fire and tore the whole sky upside down.

Countless fists slammed into the sky, erecting like a straight forest.

The turtledove doesn't really like such a hot and blazing atmosphere, which makes his eyes sour, his throat hot, unable to speak, and not conducive to thinking.

He is actually a calm and introverted person, and he likes to sit quietly at his desk and think, silently standing in the corner and watching other people's performances.

But this torrent that he set up changed all the Indians of the Great Plains, and he changed himself.

People admired him, stared at him, believed in him, and looked forward to him!

Especially when he finished waving at the surging crowd on the balcony and returned to the hall where he had been waiting for a long time, he knew that he had come to another battlefield!

The hall was as silent as iron, but Turtledove knew that just outside the door, there were 200,000 Sioux people, waiting for them to finish their conversation and walk out of this room.

The black rebel flag hung from the high rooftop, solemn as a funeral curtain.

A light brown carpet stretched from the doorway to the front of the huge chair on top. As the turtledove stepped on it and walked towards the chair, he couldn't help but think that if this was the crown, it would be too shabby.

But if it wasn't for the coronation, why did people on both sides kneel on the ground one after another as he passed by?

At the top of the hall, a line of large characters was written in red lettering, perhaps because the ink was too thick, and the font flowed downward, looking bloody and brutal:

If you want to fight, then fight! ’

……

The turtledove quickened a few steps, climbed the steps, walked to the large chair, and turned again.

The room was divided into left and right sides, and more than 30 people knelt neatly.

"Get up!" The turtledove spoke.

It's a pity that he still lacks a eunuch to call for him, otherwise the movements of these people in the house would be much more neat. People stood up one after another, and the sound of rustling became one.

This is indeed not his coronation!

Seeing the various gazes of this group of people, the turtledove understood.

- At this moment, the people in the room are clean and pure.

Maybe they had a lot of unrealistic ideas, but under the calcination of this blazing flame, they all turned into flying ashes and dissipated.

- They are stupid and easily swayed.

- also fragile and easily contaminated.

At this moment, each of them is willing to turn themselves into fuel for this wave of flames, giving everything they have without reservation, and they will not retreat in the slightest.

Just because they believe that they all have a common cause!

- They are angry, they have been cornered!

- They are blind, and once they start, they will not hesitate!

At this moment, no matter what direction the turtledove gives them, whether it is 'republican', 'democratic', 'imperial', or 'slavery', it doesn't matter, as long as they can save them from the slaughter of the whites, it can be done!

It's not that they're unconscious, just standing still waiting for the weeds to be harvested!

It's not a brute who watches his parents and wives being slaughtered and is indifferent to himself!

The corpses full of mountains and valleys, even ignorant young children know that that is the upcoming fate of their race!

……

The turtledove saw the sturdy sitting ox, the little crow with deep eyebrows, the single horn with its head held high, and the white-haired Sekoya, the energetic scalp, and the huge hardness with excitement, pretending to be calm for fifteen dollars......

Everyone looked at him expectantly.

In this funeral-like hall, the battle of the turtledove begins with a story:

"When I was a five-year-old child, one day, I had a dream......"