Fort Laramie is a piece of fat.

Although this piece of fat already has an owner, this is the wild and wild west.

In the wolf-infested savannah, even the strongest male lion can't guarantee that he will be able to enjoy the food to himself, not to mention the fame of Fort Laramie, which even the biggest names in Washington have heard of.

Lawyers, Tax Collectors, Sheriffs, Environmental Protection Associations...... Like flies that can't be chased away, buzzing around Fort Laramie, it's annoying.

It was at this time that a letter came from the north that aroused the interest of the owner of the top floor of the Colosseum.

The writer claimed to be his friend, the fly who could solve these troubles for him.

And, there is no future trouble.

……

Under White Rock, an expeditionary army to Oregon has been assembled.

People poured in from all directions, and the tiny city of White Rock simply couldn't accommodate such a large number of people. In the eyes of Turtledove and Fifteen Dollars, the current living conditions in White Rock City were like hell, even worse than that of the tribe in the forests of the Madre Mountains.

But the Indians, who had come voluntarily, still thought it was heaven.

The walls of the White Rock Castle are being built higher and higher, and inside the walls are the places where the workers with status live, but outside the walls, there are people who are boiling with blood but have nothing to do.

With the surging waters of the Yellowstone River in the distance, these energetic homeless people can swim back and forth several times a day. At first the turtledove was worried that they would drown, but then he was not worried - not because these people were good swimmers, but because drowning a few people was like killing a few ants, and no one cared at all.

One by one, they were dressed like gladiators, and even if they had any clothes, they chased and fought on the plains.

Compared to their absurd behavior, the weapons in their hands are even more ridiculous.

The vast majority of people only have a stick in their hands, and if anyone can get an iron pipe in their hands, they are definitely a character and can command one side.

Bloodstained chests are their standard, and bigfoot feet step on the ground, trampling human and animal feces everywhere into mud.

But such a ridiculous rabble, they are boiling with blood and vowing to go on an expedition to Oregon!

Flatten the town of Bozeman!

Revenge for the three thousand fellow Indians who died there!

To tear the culprit Fremont to shreds!

Drive the white army from the west into the Pacific!

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"Turtledove, am I going to fight with such an army?" Fifteen stood behind the window, lifted the curtain a slit, and whispered to the turtledove.

"Hmm." The turtledove replied without raising his head, burying his head in the high pile of papers.

"I have a little suspicion that you want me to die!"

"What, scared?"

Fifteen was silent for a moment and lowered the curtains. "I can't figure out where my chances of winning are?"

Turtledove did not answer this question. Fifteen slowly sat down across from the turtledove.

- The mountains of papers on the table did not all belong to the turtledove, at least half of them belonged to fifteen dollars. Although the conditions in White Rock City are much better than before, they are not yet spacious enough to have an office per person, and Fifteen Dollars and Turtledove share a table.

As a war priest of the Rebel League, Fifteen Dollars was also responsible for both industry and agriculture.

With the aim that everything is in the service of the war effort, all the factories in White Rock are currently making ironware—mainly guns and bullets—with impressive efficiency. But even the scrapped barrel is a magic weapon of this army, and it is reluctant to throw it away;

As for agriculture, the corn has just been planted, the potatoes are still sleeping in the mud, and the sweet potatoes are only sprouting from the soil;

In a word, the industry and agriculture of White Rock City simply cannot support a large-scale war.

This army, they are not ready for anything but to be ready for death.

"I want to bring the Shulotel Legion over, do you think it's okay?" Fifteen dollars asked.

"You're a war priest, and you're up to decide." Turtledove replied.

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Fifteen shook his head, "No, no! No!"

After the Shulotel Legion came to White Rock City, it only took half a month to repair for a short time, and then it was sent out to assist the Sitting Ox to carry out the trial work.

Without the Shulotel legions, the fires of the Great Plains would soon turn into chaos, and in the end they would have fought until the blood flowed, and only more Indians would have died.

Killing is tragic, but it is the most efficient way.

In a sense, more Indians died at the hands of the Indians themselves than at the hands of whites. There is nothing too wrong with this statement.

The intensity of the civil war is in many cases more intense than that of the foreign war. It has to be the end of the defeat from body to soul.

However, in the eyes of the turtledove, this is the price that the Indians must pay if they want to grow quickly.

The war with the white people is a tug-of-war that lasts for decades or even hundreds of years, and there is no rush at all.

But the Indians' own civil war was as fast as it could, and it could not be slowed down at all!

Although Baishi City is in its infancy, its strength is weak. But those Indian tribes were even weaker, many of them had a population of up to 1,000 people, but they couldn't even make up an iron pot, and the tribal chiefs could only eat two meals a day!

This is the time when the gap between the strength of White Rock City and them is the largest, if you don't take this opportunity to sweep the Quartet, I don't know how much more effort it will take in the future.

Why are there so many displaced people from outside White Rock City?

The newspapers say that they admire turtledoves and the rebels, but in fact, the most direct reason is that their tribe is gone!

It's just that on the Great Plains today, the flames of hatred can even scorch the air, and the blood feud of the white people for generations, under the instigation of some force, covers up the pain of their dead and broken families.

The turtledove they worship now is, in a sense, the executioner who made it all happen!

It's just that the turtledove's hands are not stained with blood, they are clean, and they are as white as the gates of White Rock City!

……

When Turtledove leaves the forests of the Sierra Madre, he is a notorious villain, an unruly demon in the mouth of the Indians, and a ridiculously funny clown in the white newspapers.

But now, he is the famous commander-in-chief of the Resistance League, the most loving father of all the Indians, and a formidable opponent in the hearts of Fremont to the west and Fort Laramie to the south!

The light of the eight-color banner even surpassed that of the black flag on the top of Mount Braque.

All the Indians of the Great Plains are in the legend that the god Quetzalcoatl has given the turtledove wisdom and strength, and he will lead the Indians to rise unstoppably!

……

"What's the point of this battle? Turtledove?" Fifteen dollars asked.

The turtle doves in the forests of the Sierra Madre are simple and lovely. At that time, the turtledove had only one simple purpose in everything, that is, to survive from the impoverished situation in front of him, and fifteen dollars could be understood at a glance.

But the turtledove in White Rock City, fifteen dollars, felt more and more that he couldn't understand it.

"It's not that you don't understand, you just don't have faith."

"Come on, fifteen dollars, let me teach you one last time what war is!"

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