Chapter 3 Cutting off the way out
Fifteen Dollars held the signed document in his hand, only a thin page.
As for the content of the 'Flash Butterfly' battle plan, he was already familiar with it. In fact, most of this battle plan came from his hands.
But after the turtledove finished signing, he still read it again seriously.
It took him about ten minutes or so before he finally put the page away, tucked it in his folder, and slowly stood up.
He gave a military salute to the turtledove with his fist clenched in front of him, then turned and walked out.
As he passed by the crescent moon, he paused and looked at the crescent moon with a deep gaze.
Crescent narrowed her eyes and met his gaze, frozen - Crescent was afraid of him, but that didn't mean Crescent had to lose to him.
"Your intelligence can killβ" Fifteen Dollars said to him.
Crescent moved the corners of her mouth and smiled.
As for the accuracy of intelligence, judging from past experience, it is true that it is not too high.
It is true that there have been many times when erroneous information has led to unnecessary losses.
But Crescent didn't feel like she needed to explain it to anyone.
Just as Fifteen Dollars now bears the title of 'Cold-Blooded Demon King', the reputation of the Crescent Moon on the outside is not good, and it is even more disgusting.
People call him "shotgun", which means that his intelligence accuracy is just as impressive as that of shotguns.
This nickname is not very lethal, but it is extremely insulting for an intelligence officer.
But so what?
As a veteran who grew up in the forests of Madre, the most important thing is to withstand setbacks!
It doesn't matter if you're scolded, it's not important to be beaten, and it's not a big problem to win or not.
Indians, who didn't come here like this!
As long as you can stand up after being frustrated, even if you are covered with scars.
This is the only requirement that the turtledove has for them, and it is also the reason why the crescent moon can still stand here even after being scolded for a thousand holes.
"βbut," fifteen suddenly reached out and patted Crescent on the shoulder, "you are indeed quite a good intelligence officer!" β
Fifteen Dollars smiled at Crescent. "You are a great lookout on our great ship!"
The corners of the crescent moon's eyes suddenly felt a little sour.
But then he clamped his cheeks, making his smile more genuine.
"Fifteen dollars!" The crescent moon called it by name and said seriously: "In this battle, no matter what excuse you make, you can't lose!" β
"You're thinking too much, little ghost!" Fifteen Dollars said, "I can't lose this battle!" β
Crescent slanted her shoulders and shook off the fifteen-dollar hand that was on her shoulder.
"Then prove it to me, you 'Indian bastard'!" Crescent said.
The fifteen-dollar hole shrank.
'Indian Hybrid' was his name a long, long time ago, before he had ever met a turtledove and was scrubbing the decks of trading ships in the Atlantic. He didn't know how the crescent moon had found his name.
"Hahaha!" Fifteen laughed and walked out of the conference room from Crescent.
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The beaver pulled the wheels of the wheelchair with both hands and slowly passed by the turtledove.
"I'll go to Fort Laramie!" "We need more supplies," the beaver said. With me, those guys who should hang the street lamps will more or less converge! β
"No, beaver!" The turtledove said, "You go south!" β
"Southside?" The beaver stopped.
"Yes, to Santa Fe, or to Waveld, you choose a place, and tell me when you choose it!" Ikaruga said in deep thought.
The beaver hesitated. "Will it ...... Too fast? β
The turtledove shook its head slowly.
The 'Flash Butterfly' plan is only the first phase of deployment made in response to the outbreak of the US-Mexico War.
This will be followed by the second and third phases...... Even more layers of planning.
Since Turtledove took Fort Laramie and opened up the main artery of White Rock City, for two years, he has made one battle plan after another with Beaver and Fifteen Dollars, and the drafts alone have filled an entire room.
It stands to reason that the second phase of the operation will not be carried out until the end of the 'Butterfly' project.
"We need to prepare in advance, beaver!" "We can't take it for granted that the enemy will go according to our plan. No matter how well our plans are done, we should never expect the enemy to make mistakes! β
The beaver thought for a moment and said, "Of course, it is definitely good to prepare in advance. It's just that if I go to the south, I won't be able to help here at all! β
"Go ahead!" Turtledove said. "We have to win not only the battle now, but the next battle, the next battle...... During the entire Mexican-American War, we couldn't afford to lose a single one! β
The beaver was a little confused, but finally nodded slowly.
"Okay, then I'll go to the south and get ready!"
"Go ahead!"
The turtledove reached out and shook the beaver's hand. He pushed the beaver's wheelchair with his backhand, causing it to slide quickly towards the door.
The sturgeon and smoked fish silently stood up from behind the door and grabbed the wheelchair.
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Just as the beaver had gone, the sleeping Sekoya suddenly woke up.
"Huh? Is the meeting over? β
"Hmm!" Turtledove replied.
"Oh, then I should go too, right?" Sekoya said.
"Hmm!"
So Sekoya also stood up, rubbed his old legs, and trembled to leave.
"Sekoya!" The turtledove stopped him.
"What's wrong?"
"Sign!" Turtledove lays a document on the table and places a pen on it. The letterhead of the document reads 'Top Secret'.
Sekoya smiled a little, "What's the point if I sign it or not?" β
"We make decisions collectively, and you, as a priest of wisdom, deserve your name on it." Turtledove said: "I don't want to break the rules, one day in the future, the country we have worked so hard to build will become a word of a careerist in the future!" β
"But it's your word now, turtledove!" Sequoia said with some annoyance.
"You don't understand politics, Sekoya! You are so naΓ―ve, naΓ―ve as a Saxon! Turtledove said.
"I don't understand, so why should I sign it? Does it make any sense? What does it stand for? Sekoya said as he studied, struggling with his cane.
"Agree on your behalf!" Turtledove said.
"I disagree!" "From the very beginning, I didn't agree with the 'Butterfly' plan! It's not that I'm afraid of war, I just can't understand why we should turn Britain into our enemy when we have enough enemies? β
"I explained it to you!" Turtledove said.
"You can't convince me, turtledove!" Sequoia said: "Britain is the number one power in the world! With the most powerful navy and army on the planet, the most advanced industrial and technological power, the largest land and the largest population - your plans are opportunistic, but did you know that you are at war with two of the most powerful nations in the world at the same time? β
The turtledove folded his hand, rested one palm on his chin, and looked at Sekoya quietly.
"You don't have to look at me like that, turtledove!" "I respect you," said Sequoia, "for you are the most unprecedented leader of the Indians, and that you have brought together all our tribes!" But I'm not going to sign this plan - one day, if we lose, I'll be able to mediate with the British......"
"Good offices?"
"You've done too decisively, turtledove! You have not left the Indians the slightest room to maneuver, and if you go according to your plan, if the Indians do not win this series of victories, they will all have to die and there is no hope...... Leave a little way out, turtledove? β
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Sekoya looked at the turtledove with a begging look.
The turtledove removed the palm that held its jaw.
"I see, Sekoya!"
Turtledove put away the 'top secret' document on the table and put it in a drawer.
"You've been fired, Sekoya! Peso, go and call little Andre in! β