The New Year of 1846 had just begun, and a thin layer of snow was still covering the plains of the Snake River valley in the northwest.

But already on the hillside, Asakusa smelled the early arrival of spring, and couldn't wait to poke out of the cracks in the snow.

"Hey—"

A shout rang out in the valley, and the sound vibrated back and forth.

The trees swayed in the breeze, and the snow fell from the trees. All of a sudden, the valley was rustling.

More than a dozen fast horses came from the east along the river valley, and the horses' hooves stepped on the shallow river beach, splashing a panicked splash.

"Uhhh

With the excited shouts of the knights, the valley that had been sleeping for a winter seemed to be awakened all at once.

The snow and mud, which used to be only black and white, suddenly came alive in all colors.

If you look closely, you can see red rocks, verdant forests, light green grass buds, and bright red holly on the cliffs......

The murmuring of streams, the sound of horses' hooves, the low roar of hibernating brown bears, and the mountain eagles circling in the sky......

For countless years, the mountains have been awakened by hunters in this way.

However, it has been almost two hundred years, and no one has ever called it that way.

As if in response to this long-lost old man, a piece of ice floe in the river collapsed, and there was a loud 'boom'.

The knights all stopped, staring silently at the crumbling ice floe.

"Captain Ironstone, what's wrong?" A knight asked.

The leader of the cavalry was a middle-aged man in his thirties, with a messy head of hair, tied up haphazardly with rope, and his face was as scarred as pebbles on a river beach.

"This is the mountain spirit welcoming us!" The middle-aged man said, "He still knows us, and he is saying to us: Welcome home!" ”

"Woo-oh-" The cavalry let out another long roar, completely shattering the half-awake valley to pieces.

"This battle will be won!"

"Victory!"

So the cavalry continued to beat their horses and headed west.

……

Ironstone is a veteran of the Shulotel Legion, but for the past two years he has become a messenger, traveling back and forth between White Rock in the east and Oregon in the west.

After a while, Baishi Cheng said that the treaty could not be reached, and asked him to send a letter to the west;

A moment later, Oregon said that he could continue the conversation, and asked him to send a letter back to the east.

He didn't know how many times he ran back and forth.

He's just a messenger anyway, and he can't do that much.

But gradually he found that his business expanded a lot, and at first he needed to deliver letters to the American barracks, then he also needed to deliver letters to the British barracks, and then several Indian tribes also needed him to deliver letters.

Moreover, his business is becoming more and more complicated, and those Americans are actually divided into pieces.

There were so many letters that he could see that the Americans of Soloma and the Americans of Oregon were not the same thing, just like the Indians, each in charge of their own.

Further south, in St. Francis, there were Mexican troops, and I heard that White Rock also had messenger exchanges with them, but that was someone else's business.

Fortunately, he is only a messenger, so there is no need to worry about such a mess.

In order to facilitate the exchange of messengers like him, White Rock established a small stronghold on the banks of the Weese River to the north. For the establishment of this small base, White Rock City has been tugging and talking with all sides many times, and it was not until last year, before the white man's Christmas, that it was finally built.

It is said that there are many small strongholds like this on the land east of the Missouri River, from plains to hills, from river banks to deep valleys.

Weeser is just one of the most inconspicuous of them.

The establishment of the Weese stronghold greatly facilitated the exchange of messengers and improved the efficiency of negotiations.

The friendship and cooperation agreement with the British has not been signed for two years, and just last week, it was suddenly signed all at once.

That copy of the Griffin-Fifteen Dollar Covenant was not sealed, nor was it a secret, and Ironstone had read it when he was delivering the letter.

The signing of this agreement means that White Rock and the British army will form an alliance against their common enemy, the most powerful force in Oregon today, Fremont!

For this reason, Tieshi also secretly breathed a sigh of relief: there is finally one less enemy in White Rock City!

But before he could finish his breath, he received a new order, which meant that his two-year career as a messenger was over!

- He needs to seize the gates of Griffinburg in the name of the exchange of contracts, and hold on for at least half an hour, waiting for the arrival of the main blood wolf force!

Although it is said that he just signed an alliance with Griffin last week, and he tore up the alliance this week, which more or less made Tieshi feel that his own White Rock City was a little shameless.

However, Tieshi thought: this is really a good idea!

The normal route from Weeser to Camp Griffin takes two hours, but according to the shortcut found by the iron and stone, it only takes half an hour to get there.

Just as he was waking up the sleeping mountain range with his messenger cavalry, the commander of the Shulotel Legion, the Blood Wolf, was following with his two thousand soldiers across the frozen Snake River.

War, war, the war that Iron Stone has been looking forward to for two years has finally begun.

And, it's up to him to do it himself!

'Seattle, my hometown, I finally have a chance to come back after twenty years away from you! ’

……

White Rock City.

The crescent moon rushed upstairs, and the sound of footsteps shook the wooden staircase.

The cow was going downstairs when he hit the crescent moon head-on, knocking the slender boy into the air and almost flying down the stairs.

Fortunately, he grabbed the crescent moon and dragged him back from the staircase.

"No thanks!" Crescent Moon said quickly, shook off the hand of the sitting cow, and hurried to continue running upstairs.

Sitting on the cow was stunned in place, looked at his hand that had been thrown away, and looked at the back of the crescent moon a little blankly, and said, "Thank you?" ”

He had just finished a meeting with Turtledove, Fifteen Dollars, and the others, and at the meeting, he received a very difficult task.

Turtledove established a military school on the tribal territory of the former Oglara, and in three months, the students of the school will graduate.

Ikaruga hopes to hold a military parade as a graduation ceremony for these students.

As the head of the ideological department of the Oglara Military School, Zaniu will serve as the commander-in-chief of this parade.

Although the turtledove has drawn a blueprint for him, the sitting cow still feels a little lost.

Just like the fast-growing White Rock City under his nose, since he joined the White Rock City for three years, he has personally watched how the White Rock City has gradually changed from a barren mountain to a large city of 100,000 people with chimneys and people!

- However, every time he recalls the past day and day, he feels as incredible as a dream.

- He seemed to be dragged by a roaring train, running involuntarily, and before he knew it, he had run to such a heavenly kingdom on earth!

"Bang!" The sitting cow heard the crescent moon rudely push the door open.

"Turtledove ......" crescent moon deliberately lowered his voice, but his voice was trembling with excitement, and he couldn't suppress it, and it suddenly reached the ears of the sitting cow.

"It's war! It's war! They went to war! ”