There were four people in the seat, a turtledove, fifteen dollars, a beaver, and a groggy and dozing Sequoia.

Crescent Crescent broke in rudely, shouting excitedly, but did not usher in the same enthusiastic response.

Sekoya was probably too sleepy to wake up.

The turtledove, the fifteen-dollar, and the beaver, all just turned their heads and stared at him in a daze.

None of them spoke.

This scene made the excited crescent moon a little worried.

"You ...... This is......? Crescent asked suspiciously.

The turtledove, the fifteen-dollar, and the beaver, as if they had been immobilized, looked dull and had a blank expression. Until the crescent moon asked a second time: "What's wrong with you?" ”

This sentence seemed to turn on the mechanical switch at once, and the three puppet-like people in the room suddenly came to life.

Turtledove still held a document in his hand and asked softly, "You, what did you just say?" ”

Fifteen dollar craned his neck, and the beaver's hand clenched the wheelchair tightly.

I said...... They went to war! Crescent said.

"Who! Who went to war! Fifteen dollars bounced up from his seat at once, as if the law on his body had finally loosened after holding back for a long time, and asked sharply.

"America! Mexico! They went to war! The crescent reflex generally answered. His nerves were tense and he was completely taken out of rhythm by fifteen dollars.

"When!" Fifteen dollars asked. His eyes seemed to glow, dazzling, burning the tip of the crescent moon's heart.

"Last month!" Without hesitation, the crescent moon replied: "Just last month, on January 1, the American army crossed the Rio Grande!" ”

"Did the shots go off?" Fifteen dollars asked.

Crescent hesitated.

"Has anyone died?" Fifteen dollars asked.

The crescent moon broke out in a cold sweat. When he received the news, he couldn't wait to come and report it, where did he have time to understand such details.

However, today's fifteen dollars are like a cold three-edged thorn, and just looking at them will send chills to the bottom of my heart.

As he served as a priest of war, fifteen dollars grew in power.

According to folklore in White Rock City, fifteen dollars have eaten people's hearts since childhood, and during the time in the forests of the Sierra Madre, they had a hobby of skinning people alive.

No one would believe that he was once a little guy who was so cowardly that he didn't even dare to speak.

How cowardly he was at the beginning, how cold he is now.

"Are the U.S. troops encamped?!"

"How many are there?!"

"Why did they cross the Rio Grande?!"

The words of fifteen dollars were smashed one by one, and the crescent moon could not answer at all.

Fortunately, at this time, the beaver spoke out at the right time and relieved the crescent moon.

"Alright, fifteen dollars!" Beaver said, "It's thousands of kilometers from Texas here, and we can't possibly know so much about it—"

"That means we're not qualified! We are not ready for war yet! Fifteen dollars retorted.

"And how long do you want to prepare?" The beaver asked rhetorically.

Fifteen pursed his lips tightly, his gaze swept over the turtledove, and then turned his head away.

"I know you're all looking forward to this war!" "But we're really not ready—we've been entangled with Fremont for three years, and every single day of those three years we've had fighters die!" ”

"I sent them into battle with my own hands, and I told them that we would win! I told them that as soon as the battle was over, I would let them go home! I told them that as long as they returned victorious, there were countless honors and exploits waiting for them! ”

"But, I know, I'm lying!"

"I don't know how many times I have told such a lie in the past three years!"

"When they set off for the front line, I personally packed up for them and personally escorted them out of White Rock City!"

"Because I know that the vast majority of them will never come back!"

"I'm lying to them!"

"I told them that there were thousands of horses behind them! But I know that I will not send them any more reinforcements than myself! ”

"I told them that the supplies would be there! But I know, where's the supply? I can't even clothe them and let them die barefoot! ”

"I told them they had guns in their hands! But I know that the flaming stick will blow up the chamber after a few blows! ”

"TM! TM's! In my hands, more of my own people have died than I have ever slain! ”

Fifteen clenched his fists tightly, indignantly not knowing where to smash it.

With hatred in his mouth, he said:

"When will I be ready, you ask? Lao Tzu is ready to die at any time! ”

"But, are you asking me when I'll be ready for war? Then I would like to ask, when will my soldiers wear their shoes to war? ”

"My soldiers, when will they be able to go to war with real guns?"

"My soldiers, when will they be fed and go to war?"

As Fifteen spoke, he kept looking out the window.

With that, he wiped the corners of his eyes with his hand and turned back again.

There was silence in the air.

No one spoke.

The crescent moon didn't dare to take a breath. He is the chief officer of the intelligence department, and he has seen a lot of all kinds of overt and covert arrows, threats and intimidation, but what he is most afraid of is facing a fifteen-dollar question.

During these three years, stubble after stubble of Indian soldiers died at the hands of fifteen dollars.

As Fifteen Dollar said, "They die not because they are not heroic enough, but because you are too incompetent!" ”

The mountains and rivers between the Yellowstone River and the Snake River are intertwined into a huge flesh millstone.

In a sense, everyone here is full of blood.

Even everyone in White Rock City is alive by drinking their blood.

"Alas!"

It was a long time before Crescent heard Fifteen sigh, his voice filled with sadness and helplessness.

"Alright! All right! The war has begun! ”

"I'm ready!"

"I'm ready, turtledove!"

……

The pen on the turtledove's finger spun slightly.

Pick up the document on the desktop and take one last look at it, and without hesitation, sign it on the last page.

Then he shoved that document in front of fifteen dollars.

"War Codename: Flash Butterfly! Let's do it! Turtledove said.

The night before Crescent came to report the information, in Ikarugya's office, the final discussion of the 'Flashing Butterfly' was taking place.

Based on the premise that the United States and Mexico were about to go to war, the Indians had to seize the opportunity - at that time, information about the war between the United States and Mexico had not yet arrived.

The Butterfly Plan is just a plan of action for the first phase of the Mexican-American War.

The name is so many because the routes of movement of Shulotel and Tonatiu form an intersection on the northwest map, and finally converge, looking like the beautiful butterflies in the Mexican jungle to the south.