The man who was called out by Ironstone was an old clever ghost, whose name was Soap, and it was not fashionable for ordinary people to have such a fashionable name—his father had exchanged him for a bar of soap from a white man when he was young. Later, of course, he escaped on his own.

This experience was a shame for him, but his boss Tieshi thought he was a manufacturable talent. After all, anyone who can escape from the hands of a white man doesn't look like an ordinary person.

As it turned out, the soap was indeed as slippery and clever as his name.

……

As Soap rode out of Griffinburg, he thought about finding the Blood Wolf's main force and telling them that Ironstone was stalling at the door, telling them to hurry up.

After running for less than two minutes, I saw a dark figure in front of me galloping in the direction of Griffinburg.

The soap ghost asked in half-baked English, "Hey, brother, what's wrong?"

The shadow hurriedly changed direction and rushed towards Soap, shouting, "Go and inform the fortress, the Indians are coming!"

The soap-timed horse met the man, leaning down behind the horse's head.

In the time of these words, the two fast horses had already met, and Soap rose up and gave the man a knife in his waist.

He heard the man scream, and he fell off his horse and could not get up again.

Soap turned around and made up for it before driving the horse forward.

After a short time he saw his companion, and the man asked, "Soap, do you see that English sentry?"

"See, I've killed you!" Soap said.

Soap didn't blame this companion for putting in a sentry horse, they didn't have enough men, only 5, it was completely impossible to isolate the news of Griffinburg, and it was a stroke of luck to be able to hold out until now.

"How did you get out? Has the door been taken?" The man asked.

"Captain Ironstone is chatting with Vivaldi......," Soap quickly explained the matter, and the two exchanged information.

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"What's wrong with you?" The man asked.

"Nothing! Close, close! Hurry up and close the team! You pretend that you have come to pay the final payment, and as long as the cannon reaches the city gate, you will let it go. When the time comes, there's a turret stuck there, and there's no way to put that door down!" Soap said.

"Okay, let's do it first!" The man said, rubbing his lips and exhaling with a shriek.

There was a scream in the distance, and not long after, four fast horses came running through the darkness.

……

Under the city gate, Tieshi was already waiting a little anxiously. Several times he raised his wrist to look at his watch, and several times he looked up to look out of the city.

Instead, Vivaldi comforted him, saying, "Don't worry, it's still 12 o'clock!"

Iron Stone could only laugh dryly.

The time is now 8:25, and there is no trace of the Shulotel Legion now, so 8:30 will definitely not arrive.

Things are out of control.

War is like that, no matter how well planned it is, there will always be strange things happening.

In the past three years, the blood wolf has never missed an appointment, but today, in this most important war, he has missed the appointment.

"Yo, they're coming!" Vivaldi was sharper than Ironstone, and was the first to spot a group of men rushing towards the city gates. He stood up and took a few steps out the door.

Iron Stone didn't move, he just stood up and stood firm at the city gate.

"What, have you brought anything?" Vivaldi asked.

Soap jumped off the horse, carried a heavy package, and patted it. "It's all here, one hand to pay, the other hand to deliver—"

"Hurry up, stop the ink!" Vivaldi said. "While everyone else is dancing salsa now, hurry up and pull as much as you can!"

An Indian soldier led the horse to the city gate, Vivaldi felt that something was wrong, and stretched out his hand to stop him, but was hit by an iron stone: "Don't worry, they are all good horses, and they won't make a sound!"

Vivaldi glared at him, is this a thing that the horse can't make a sound, this is a private release of the enemy army into the city, and if he is caught by the military judge, he will be shot on the spot - forget it, Lao Tzu is the military judge!

Besides, everyone is coming, and a few more horses are nothing. The cannon is so heavy, when will it be moved by people?

So he waved his hand: "Hurry up!"

……

In the mountains and forests leading to Griffin Fortress, the blood wolf looked at the gun carriage stuck in the mud, and his face sank like water.

"Can you still fish it out?" He asked.

"It will take time, Captain!" The subordinate replied.

"How many more cannons do we have?"

"Thirteen Gates!"

The Blood Wolf lowered his head and thought for a moment, "All dragged to the hill over there!" The rest, come with me!"

"Huh?" His subordinates were shocked, "Commander, don't you want to shoot?"

"Lao Tzu went to the city to see, what cannon do you want?" The blood wolf said indignantly.

Tonight's battle was planned by him himself. However, it was also because of him that he lost his time.

In the past three years, he has never missed a deadline.

However, in this most important battle, it was missed!

This thief seems to be really on the side of those white people! On the way that the outpost had already explored, it suddenly fell into a pit!

fk!

For 300 years, it has aided and abetted, and it always has been!

The Indians will rebel against the heavens.

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