Peace talks with Fremont are simply not something that can be negotiated in a few words or in ten days and half a month.

This, the turtledove knows, the scalp knows, and even the workers in Baishi City who are responsible for tamping now know.

So far, the whites who have come to the continent have signed at least a thousand peace agreements with Indian tribes, large and small, but none of them have been observed.

Some are because the tribe is extinct and there is no need to observe it; Some are because the tribe has migrated, and there is no need to obey; And because the white people don't want to comply, they don't even bother to find a reason.

The most recent agreement that has been dismissed as scrap paper is the Peaceful Development Agreement on the Oregon Trail.

The Oregon Trail, a secret road to a major gold mine in Oregon and a major artery of fortune operated by Fremont.

According to the agreement, the Fremont caravans could pass through the trail safely and harmlessly, and the local Sioux people did not even ask for anything in return, only hoping that the white caravans would pass by, and not abuse people.

In the beginning, this merchant group was quite decent. After walking a few times, gradually things came.

It's not too much to take two sheep in hand, and the owner of the sheep chasing them out and being killed can be considered legitimate defense, and it is reasonable to dismantle the corpses of the Indians in eight pieces to deter Xiaoxiao, but what is the reason why you slaughtered all the Indians in the town of Bozeman?

Before the local Indians could react, the Oregon District Court had already pronounced a verdict that all the Indians in the small town of Bozeman were guilty, not only the dead deserved, but even the few who survived and did not die had to be reshot!

Several nearby Indian tribes were still indignantly studying the letter of the law, studying and researching and discovering a decree that had just been issued last week, and it turned out that the Bozeman area was no longer a reservation, but belonged to the Commonwealth?

Several nearby tribes wanted to cry without tears, so they had to pick up and prepare to migrate north again.

One of the tribes, unable to bear it any longer, appealed to the Hookopaha tribe to the east for help.

At this time, the chief of the Hukpaha tribe was already the judge priest of the Indian Resistance Alliance, and his status was different, so his horizons naturally widened a lot.

Instead of acting rashly, he reported the matter to Turtledove, who printed the incident in the newspaper of White Rock Castle's own circulation.

This time, the wildfires on the Great Plains burned even more violently.

No one dared to cross the Missouri River eastward, but the call to conquer Mount Rocky to the west was louder than ever.

"Give up your illusions! Prepare for war!"

"We don't need to negotiate!"

"We're going to take back Oregon! Hang Fremont!"

"A thousand souls of Bozeman, hovering over the Oregon Trail!"

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For the first time, the newspapers of White Rock used the Indians' own "words", a historic occasion that should have been used to write a magnificent hymn, but in such a stormy period, the Indians had nothing but lamentations.

- I have to say that the writing invented by Sekoya sometimes does not even know himself.

In the same article, there are several "fake characters", and Ikaruga circles them with a red pen and asks the peso to give them to Sequoia.

That's not a bad thing, and it's not worth making a fuss about.

No new thing can be perfect from the start.

But the significance of this incident is so great that even the turtledove feels that it makes sense to spend at least half an hour in the newspaper of White Rock City to "catch insects".

The old Sekoya is now as if he had returned to his youth, full of energy and vitality.

As a young man, Sekoya could wield an 80-kilogram sledgehammer, and at that time he was the leading blacksmith in the tribe.

But now, even an 8-kilogram hammer can hold him down and he can't lift his arm. However, the high-spirited and red state of his youth returned to him.

"This word weighs 800 kilograms!" He often said this to people.

Now in White Rock City, every day is new.

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Often, before the clock strikes six o'clock in the morning, people wake up from their sleep and go to work with hammers and pickaxes.

There can always be someone earlier than them.

The young wolf likes to run around the clock with his team, and he seems to get inspiration and strength from the never-ending running.

One day he boasted in front of the turtledove:

"Turtledove, if you want to fight an outbreak battle for a day or two, you can go find a watermill; But if you want to fight a tug-of-war for ten days and a half months, you'd better choose me!"

"Why?" Turtledove asked him.

"Because that's what I'm good at!" The wolf said.

Leading the reinforcements of Shulotel from the Madre Mountains to White Rock City, it was the first time that the wolves led the army independently.

He didn't even let go of a single shot in this mission.

But it has to be said that he did it so well that Ikaruga couldn't even think of anyone better than this young man.

What's more, the wolf and his team, after finishing the repair, suddenly dragged up one by one, a group of "newcomers" who had not yet been on the battlefield on the Great Plains, and all of them felt that they were the strongest army in the world for granted.

"Yes, wolf!" Turtledove said. "I want to fight a ten, or even twenty years war!"

The wolf's tender face turned red, and he didn't know how to answer.

The fifteen dollar next to him laughed, "Wolf, you need to give birth to a cub quickly!"

"Haha!"

And everyone in the room burst into laughter.

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The drumbeat of White Rock City's march was beating every minute and every second, like a chariot rushing down the hillside, rumbling unstoppable.

Everyone was amazed at its majesty and wished it could hurry, faster.

Only the Mite, who was driving this chariot, was so tense that his heart was about to burst.

In the middle of the night, when no one was around, Fifteen Dollars woke up the turtledove, who was sleeping on his desk.

"What's the matter, fifteen dollars?" The turtledove wiped his saliva.

"Ikaruges, I'd like to talk to you."

"What's wrong?"

"Turtledove, do we really want to go to Oregon to fight again?" Fifteen dollars asked.

"What's the problem?"

"I think...... We can't beat it!" Fifteen dollars to be honest.

The turtledove was stunned for a moment and fell silent.

After a while, he said, "Isn't Scalp talking to them?"

Both of them fell silent.

They all know that peace cannot be negotiated. Even if it is discussed, it is fake.

But there is nothing to be done, if you really want to fight, with the strength of White Rock City, how can you beat Fremont's command-

Five basic infantry battalions, each containing 1 grenadier company, 1 light cavalry company and 6 base companies, each with a strength of 960 men!

Two independent cavalry companies, each with 200 soldiers who can fire muskets on horseback!

An artillery battery with more than 40 cannons!

There is also a group of mercenaries made up of Indians, and the number fluctuates between thousands and tens of thousands!

Not to mention, in the waters of California, there are also three Navy paddle wheel battleships, ready to provide support to Fremont.

……

The vast majority of Indian soldiers have never seen a warship in their entire lives.

Just as when they first saw the white cavalry and thought it was a monster with two hands and four legs, they thought the warship was a strange fish that breathed fire!

It's like a red cloud with bare hands in the gladiatorial arena of Fort Laramie, looking at the opponent opposite who is covered in bright armor, at first I thought it was a tin can with two legs!

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