Ironstone stood under the gates of Griffin Fortress with 5 men.

The tall and thick city walls put a lot of pressure on him, and the closed stone gate in front of him made his chest panic and almost out of breath.

It's 8 o'clock in the night, and in half an hour, Shulotr's army will attack here.

If the door had remained closed, it would have been impossible to imagine how many Indian warriors would have died under the walls of the fortress.

He had 10 men with him, but as he approached Griffin Fortress, he left 5 men at the intersection outside.

Because he found that the British troops, who had been closely guarded, had retreated back into the castle at this time, and did not patrol anymore.

Presumably because of the fact that the Griffin Fortress had a peace agreement with the Americans and the Indians at the same time, they let their guard down. And the Oregon Accord is no secret, you can get a full copy of it for £100.

The British are about to evacuate, don't talk about intelligence, they sell everything.

The 10 Indian tribes surrounding Griffinburg had already been packaged and sold to Fremont, but the 10 Indian tribes didn't know anything.

Ironstone left 5 of his men outside to snipe at possible British scouts. As long as the British scout comes back 1 minute late, the iron stone can drag on for 1 minute more.

If you want to trick the gate of Griffin Castle, it makes no difference if there are 5 more people or 5 less.

"Boom!"

The heavy stone door slowly opened to both sides, dragged by hinges.

The fortress was filled with fire, and the thick smell of wine accompanied by heat rushed towards the iron stone.

He saw a British officer in an overcoat come out of it.

"Captain Vivaldi!"

Iron Stone raised his hand and greeted warmly.

The British officer raised the barrel of his gun and was met with a shot.

Vivaldi didn't aim at anything, or at least in his subconscious, he still didn't use the iron and stone as a target. Otherwise, it is difficult to explain why, at such a close distance, his rifle did not hit the iron stone.

If I had to give an explanation, maybe it would be a miracle!

Iron Stone was startled by this shot.

He turned around and watched one of his subordinates fall like this, not even having time to say a last word.

Ironstone's raised hand paused in mid-air, but then greeted it with a laugh.

"Dear Captain Vivaldi, who the hell annoyed you, speak up, maybe I can do you a favor!" Ironstone spread his arms and stared at the muzzle of the rifle with his chest, making a gesture that wanted to hug Vivaldi.

"You hateful Indian pigs!" Vivaldi took a cigarette in his mouth, and in order to say this, he took it off, holding a gun in one hand and a cigarette in the other. "Didn't anyone tell you not to run around in the dark?"

"I've got a big deal of £10,000, Captain Vivaldi!" "Put down the gun and let's have a good talk, okay?" ”

Vivaldi tapped Ironstone on the forehead with his gun, then put it away, and the cigarette rolled back to his lips. "Listen, Ironstone, you better not lie to me! If you dare to lie to me, I'll blow your head like I smashed him! ”

"Of course, I wouldn't dare lie to you!" Iron Stone said.

Vivaldi tilted his head and motioned for a different place to talk.

"No, Captain, let's talk here!" Iron Stone said, "Are you planning to leave overnight today?" ”

"Tomorrow, tomorrow we'll go!" Vivaldi replied, and then suddenly became furious: "You hateful Indian pig, are you laughing at us? We're not retreating, we're retreating! Retreat is not the same as retreat, you know! ”

"Of course! Of course! Of course! Iron Stone hurriedly said: "The British Empire will never give up, and I believe in you more than you!" ”

"If only you understood!" Vivaldi muttered, and his head felt a little painful.

The rum, brandy, whiskey, and various beers in the fortress will all need to be destroyed tonight.

To accomplish this, the soldiers opened their bellies. I really can't drink it, and I'd rather use it for bathing than leave it for Americans.

Vivaldi was already a little drunk, and now he was blown by the cold wind, and he suddenly felt like throwing up.

Then he let out a 'wow' and squirted against the wall.

Ironstone soothed him as he winked as his men dragged the corpse to the door, blocking the way.

"Captain Vivaldi, I think...... I bought you a cannon...... May I? Iron Stone said nervously.

There are a lot of cannons in the Griffin Fortress.

Each bastion had a turret, and the huge barrel was embedded in the stone base, which was literally a cylindrical hill, and the thought of destroying such a fortress made Iron Stone despair.

He didn't know if Vivaldi would accede to such an outrageous request...... That's a bit excessive...... But Ironstone was also ready to bargain.

Anyway, it's just pulling at this door, and it's as long as it can be delayed.

……

Iron Stone also had three men, and one of them was left to listen to Iron Stone by the door, and the other two quietly walked down the stairs to the castle tower. There was a small house with two soldiers guarding the winch.

This would have been impossible before, but the two Indians, with a piece wrapped in linen in their hands, greeted them sneakily.

"Shhhh The two Indian soldiers were hunched over, as if to avoid Vivaldi's gaze under the wall, signaling the two British soldiers guarding the winch to keep quiet. "I've got some South Dakota specialties for you!"

The package reveals a corner, and the golden one is very cute.

The two British soldiers stood up at once, looked at each other, smiled and opened the door to welcome them out.

"Good man! What a man! The two British soldiers said with a smile, took the cloth bag, checked it, and smiled. Say, what do you want to buy? ”

The two Indian soldiers did not expect it to go so smoothly, and they were a little speechless for a while. When did the British speak so well?

Now that they had arrived in the winch room, they could temporarily control the door as long as they killed the two British soldiers.

But there was no sound of iron and stone moving from downstairs.

That's a bit of a no-brainer.

"Sir, can you take me to England?" The quicker Indian soldier asked, prevaricating a little awkwardly.

This stunned the two British soldiers. "What are you doing in England?"

"Hey, who doesn't want to live a good life!" The astute Indian soldier replied, "I have heard that in London bread is eaten and clothes are bought, chimneys are laid one after another, and even the air smells of sweet kerosene......

"What a joke!" Another British soldier scoffed and said, "London is where you can go?" ”

"That'...... Just give us a place! The British Empire is so vast that it cannot accommodate even a good man who is loyal to it? ”

"London...... No way! The British soldier thought about it for a moment and asked, "Is India going or not?" - Oh my, I think you should go to Qingguo! Really, good man, what you gave me is just enough for a ticket to Qingguo! ”