Next to the Ikaruga meeting room was a small room that had been the secret room of the headmaster of Carlisle School, but was later opened up and converted into a small conference room.

The turtledove doesn't like to have small meetings, so this room is rarely used.

It looks fairly clean, but the corners of the walls and the cracks of the tables are filled with dust. It can be seen that the internal affairs of the leaders of Baishi City are not doing very well.

Little Andre sat quietly on a chair in the conference room, boredly flipping through a book in his hand.

It is an adventure about an Indian knight who fights for the poor on the Great Plains.

In the current White Rock City, such stories are very popular. Some even set the story in Europe, using Victoria and Napoleon as backdrops.

The fundamental reason why Little Andre finds this book boring is that he wrote it himself.

A thin 50,000-word pamphlet once caused a whirlwind of adventures in White Rock, and it is said that even Denver and even Mexico have pirated copies.

Who would have thought that such a book was just a night when little Andre worked in the printing room, taking the opportunity of working overtime, and leaned on the typewriter to make it easily.

Little Andrea didn't think it was a big deal, and compared to this, he would rather do some translation, arrangement, and even archaeology and other work.

He didn't know why he was waiting here, but in the middle of the night yesterday, Peso dragged him out of the bed and told him, "Wait! ”

So he came and waited.

This is actually the second time he's been here and waiting.

The last time was two months ago, and little Andre remembers very well that the "White Rock City Daily" on that day published an article by Turtledove "On Long-term Warfare", and there was a comment at the back of the article, saying that it was "...... It is necessary to persist in war, but also to insist on peace; It is necessary to produce both guns and sugar; We must not only learn to cross our eyebrows and face each other, but also learn to greet each other with a smile......

At that time, little Andre felt that something might happen.

There is nothing wrong with "On Long-term Combat" itself, the problem is that in this particular matter, it should not appear in the "White Rock City Daily".

Sure enough, on the same day, Turtledove summoned several elders back, closed the door and held a meeting for a day and a night.

When they were in a meeting, little Andrei was arranged to sit here.

No one paid any attention to him that day, and after the meeting he told him to leave, telling him only, "Don't say anything to anyone as if you weren't here." ”

Little Andre is naturally tight-lipped as a bottle. There is a saying that says, 'If a king fails to keep a secret, he loses his country; If a courtier fails to keep a secret, he will lose his life. ’

As someone who has lived through the dark days of Carlisle Institute of Technology, he has a personal understanding of the importance of keeping secrets.

Only this time, just when he thought he was going to spend this boring evening with nothing to do again, the door to the small conference room was pushed open.

Peso stood in the doorway and beckoned to him.

"Little Andrey, follow me!" Peso said to him.

Little Andrei's heart suddenly rose to his throat.

It would be impossible to say that he was not prepared in the slightest.

What kind of place is this, who are the people next to it, and what kind of special time is it now...... The combination of these factors makes even the most dull person think about it.

It's just that no matter how well he prepares, when he really faces this moment, little Andre can't help but get excited.

He picked up the glass of water on the table and moistened his lips lightly. He didn't want to drink too much, so he wouldn't be able to hold it back when the time came.

"Uncle Biso, where are we going?" Little Andrei asked.

"Don't be nervous!" Instead of answering him, Peso patted him on the shoulder and took the lead.

Little Andre struggled to straighten his back.

For a moment, without thinking or asking anything, he followed closely behind Peso, passed through the narrow corridor, and watched as Peso pushed open the door in front of him.

Orange candlelight peeked through the crack in the door.

Peso Jean was by the door, and little Andre stepped on the orange light and walked in softly.

……

"Little Andrey!" The voice of the turtledove rang out.

- Little Andre looked around the room, turtledoves, Sekoya, crescent moons...... And a few guards in the shadows......

"Turtledove!" Little Andrei straightened up, struggling to get the sound out of his throat.

- The table in the conference room was clean, the teacher Sekoya sat in a chair without saying a word, the crescent moon leaned against the door and clasped his hands on his chest, and the turtledove habitually turned the pen in his hand......

"There's a map on the wall behind you, can you tell me what's on the map?" Turtledove asked.

Little Andre turned around and saw a one-meter-square map of Oregon.

"It's Oregon, Turtledove!" Little Andre said.

- The turtledove definitely didn't want this answer, but the turtledove called himself in this way, and maybe it wasn't what he wanted......

"That's right, it's Oregon!" The turtledove said, "Then tell us about Oregon!" ”

- There is a teacher Sekoya here, and there is no need to talk about history by himself. What's there to talk about in Oregon? Just like writing your own story, your own story is popular not because of your ability to make up stories, but because you know what kind of stories your audience likes to hear......

"Okay, turtledove!" Little Andrei took a few steps back and approached the wall.

He pulled out a charcoal pen from his coat pocket, something he had with him, and without hesitation, he drew a thin line on the wall outside the map.

- There is only one audience of your own, and that is the turtledove!

"It is neither realistic nor accurate to speak of Oregon in isolation from the entire North American continent......"

Little Andre's hands are extremely fast, and with a few brushstrokes, he outlines the entire landscape of the North American continent.

The Mississippi and Missouri rivers to the east, the Great Lakes further east, and the long Appalachian Mountains......

Cordillera to the west, the Columbia River......

To the south, the Rio Grande, Mont Madre......

There were a few waves in the Pacific Ocean, and there was a series of small dots above the waves, which could be seen without explanation, that they were fleets, not schools of fish.

He also carefully drew a few dotted lines, which made it clear at a glance...... Oregon, California, Mexico, Texas...... The light and heavy strokes are different, and the camp is clear at a glance.

In fact, there is a huge amount of information in it, but little Andre has it at his fingertips, obviously, this map is already ripe in his chest.

At this time, the original map, which was only one meter square, was surrounded by a few thin lines outlined by Andri, the main order was reversed, and it was in the center, but it completely lost its focus.

"I'm going to talk about Oregon next, but before I do that, I have to state in advance that at this time, Texas is the focus of North America......"

Little Andre marked an asterisk heavily with charcoal on the map of Texas to the south.

"Even the British, the reason why they messed up the chessboard in Oregon had only one purpose, and that was to make Texas a wound for everyone, so that everyone would lose a lot of blood here - the so-called 'offshore balance', I would venture to translate, that is, 'as long as others are not doing well, I can live well'......"

Little Andre laughed when he saw the turtledove and the crescent moon.

Only his teacher, Sekoya, had a deep face and could not see movement.

On the west side of Oregon, Andre Jr. drew the territory of the British Northwest Company with a diagonal charcoal pen, two 'tens', which were the two main strongholds of the British army.

"However, outside the main battlefield of Texas, the world's No. 1 Britain, and the rising star of the United States, are about to have a hidden competition in this corner of the Northwest!"

"Is it the abdication of the old king and the accession of the new king? Or is it the old and the new who can't do it themselves? ”

Little Andrei drew a black flag in the area of Mount Brak and said: "I have a sentence that I don't know whether to say or not——? ”