Griffin Fort is located on the Columbia Plateau, atop a hill in Oregon.

The Dutch originally built a fortress here, because it was possible to control both the Columbia and Snake rivers from here, and the terrain was not very dangerous, but it was very important.

All you need is a cannon on the top of Griffin Mountain, and you're within a 3-nautical-mile radius.

3 nautical miles is a suitable control range that all countries in the world have tacitly assumed.

In the middle of the 19th century, the definition of territorial sea was 3 nautical miles.

After about 100 years, the definition of territorial sea became 12 nautical miles, and the most direct reason for this change was that the range of artillery increased.

After the advent of missiles, there was a 200-nautical-mile exclusive economic zone, and even various definitions of the Earth-Moon economic circle were common.

The saying that 'the truth is within the range of the cannon' is true.

In the 18th and 19th centuries, however, the 'truth' was only 3 nautical miles.

When the Dutch built a fort on the top of Griffin Hill, their cannons could not even hit 3 kilometers, so it seemed that the location was not very good at the time.

Invincible on all sides, at a glance of the mountains!

But who would have thought that more than a hundred years later, the range of artillery has far exceeded the distance of 3 nautical miles.

Put a Whitworth 12-pounder field gun on the hill next to Fort Griffin, and with a slight adjustment of the elevation angle, you can easily reach a range of 5 kilometers or more.

The location of the fortress carefully selected by the coachman of the sea became a place of death by the time of the empire on which the sun never set.

Times have changed!

In the past, Fremont did not think of mounting the cannon on the nearby hill, but every time he moved, he would be sabotaged by the nearby Indian tribes attached to the British army, and then attracted the fire of the fortress artillery.

If you want to mount the cannon on the hill next to it, you must first uproot the fortress; If you want to uproot the fortress, you have to mount the cannon on the hill next to it...... It's an endless loop that can't be solved.

Fortunately, the Americans had a lot of tools in their toolbox, and the problems that could not be solved on the battlefield were easily solved with a piece of paper "The Oregon Accord" - the British voluntarily abandoned the fortress.

Just wait another day, and the Griffin fortress will pass into the hands of the Americans.

Unfortunately, neither the British nor the American army expected that on the eve of their handover, there would be an Indian regiment named Shulotel that pulled thirteen cannons to the nearby hill that didn't even have a name.

……

Of course.

As the leader of the Shulotel Legion, the Blood Wolf will not pin all his hopes on the premise that his scout battalion will successfully take the city gates.

It's not been a day or two since White Rock City wanted to take Griffin Fortress, and when Turtledove got the Fort Laramie three years ago and returned to White Rock City, he immediately began to brew the 'Flash Butterfly' plan.

The first point of this plan was to take Fort Griffin, lock up the sea lanes of the Columbia River, and further serve as a strategic fulcrum for the Indian Alliance in the Oregon region.

Under this strategic need, large and small outposts were set up along the Snake River valley, for which White Rock negotiated with the British, Americans, and Indians many times.

The last outpost, Wees, was signed only last month.

On the way to the top of the hill, there was originally a medium-sized tribe of Indians attached to the British army inside the Griffin Fortress. Half a year ago, because of 'harboring fugitives', it was jointly exterminated by the British and White Rock City.

In fact, the British were not unaware of such a step-by-step action in White Rock City.

The British are not stupid.

However, the news that U.S. Secretary of State Buchanan was operating in London was not known by whom, and rumors spread in the Oregon region that the British were running away.

Although General Griffin swore over and over again that "the British Empire will not give up an inch of its territory", and it seems that the British troops inside the fortress, as well as the Indian tribes attached to the fortress, were convinced.

However, General Griffin and his staff turned a blind eye to Whiterock's actions around Griffin Fortress - digging a hole for the incoming Americans, which was the British Empire's forte.

The British are happy to see the European continent in smoke, why not be happy to see the American continent in the same way?

Under this irreversible situation, there was room to play some tricks and tricks on the blood wolf, and in the end, thirteen Whitworth field guns were finally pulled to the top of the hill on the side of Griffin Fortress.

Strategy and tactics are indispensable.

When a red flare rises from the top of that hill, it means that thirteen field guns are already in place!

The Blood Wolf then led his 2,000 men and horses towards the gates of Griffin Fortress, taking advantage of the darkness of the night, and made a surprise attack.

The win is decided!

It's just that maybe there will be sacrifices.

……

At night, around 8:45 a.m.

Under the gates of Griffin Fortress, the horses pulling the cannons suddenly broke free of the reins and fled towards the outside of the city.

One horse fled, and the others followed.

"Come back! Come back! Several Indians shouted, and in their frustration, they overturned the wheels of the cart, and a huge fortress cannon rolled down from the improvised wooden cart and lay under the city gates.

Ironstone bought a total of three cannons from Vivaldi, one outside the city, one under the city gates, and one inside the city gates.

"Something that doesn't work!" Vivaldi cursed, and the butt of his rifle was indiscriminately smashed into the Indians beside him.

"Why don't you go and bring the horse back!" He roared.

At this moment, he saw a blood-red flare rising from a hill not far away.

The starlight was faint, and the blood-red flare was like a rising star, and if it weren't for its rising spiral, it would almost be mistaken for a star.

Vivaldi was stunned for a moment, rubbing his eyes.

A fast horse rushed from the darkness in the distance, and the knight on the horse whistled a terrible whistle and kept shouting: "Enemy attack! Enemy attack! The Indians are calling! ”

Vivaldi was not slow to react, dropped the gun, and walked away.

He turned around and bumped into the muzzle of a black hole, firmly against his forehead.

"Presumptuous, Ironstone—"

"Bang!" Iron Stone gave him a shot directly.

Suddenly there was a gunshot from upstairs, followed by the sound of beating.

Several Indian soldiers hurried to the hinged room upstairs.

The stone gate above him suddenly fell heavily, setting off a sudden gust of wind, but it got stuck on the iron cannon, and after a 'crunch' sound, it stopped.

Soap was squatting under the stone gate, and was crushed by the stone gate. He held the stone gate with both hands, and said to Tie Shi with a smile: "Captain, don't panic, I hold the stone gate!" ”

Then he heard the hinges rumble again, and pulled the stone door up.

"Captain, you see, I have held up this stone gate!" Soap said.

In the dark distance, a tidal sound could be heard.

The British sentry was stunned in place, unable to advance or retreat.

"Both-"

He blew the whistle for the last time for an enemy attack, and was immediately knocked off his horse by a flurry of gunfire.