One of Ironstone's hearts was in his throat, and a hot breath in his chest was about to burst through his throat, trying to make him scream.

But he still held it back.

At this time, how he wanted to shout: "The gates have been taken!" ”

But he still didn't say a word, just stood on the cannon at the gate of the city, looking forward to his own pride.

The sergeants under his command were also standing proudly at the door at this time, with that look, like a hero waiting to receive the medal.

The sound of the tide in the distance was weakened again when they reached the gate of the city, and the Indian soldiers, like weasels stealing from the cornfields, were clearly in extremely fast shape, but they all gritted their teeth and did not say a word.

Only when he passed in front of the crushed cannon barrel at the city gate, he gave a thumbs up to the iron stone and others on the cannon barrel!

The iron and stone jaw was raised, and I suffered it raw!

Soap followed the army into the city with a gun, and it was obvious that he was a thoughtful fellow. He can't run away from the city, but at this time there are still more than a thousand big fish in the city, waiting for him to feast!

Who would have thought that the gate of the impregnable Griffin Fortress would be taken down so easily!

The city was still brightly lit, and even the two gunshots at the city gate still did not wake them up. This was the last revelry before the British left, they didn't even want the whole fortress, what else could sober them up from the last joy?

The Blood Wolf paused briefly as he passed by the city gates.

He took a deep look at the iron stone on the barrel.

"Commander," Tieshi jumped from the barrel of the cannon and slammed his fist into his chest, "take it down!" ”

The blood wolf looked at him deeply, and finally the two of them hugged each other tightly, as if they wanted to break each other's spine bones.

"Ironstone! I have a hunch that we're going to start transiting! Blood Wolf said.

"I've never believed in luck, all of this is what we bought with our lives and blood!" Iron Stone said.

"Yes, you're right!" The blood wolf pushed the stone away, and glanced hard at the scars on the stone's face. "But I still think that from now on, we will be all the best! Open the road in the mountains and mountains, and make bridges when encountering water...... It used to help them, now it will start helping us! ”

It is naturally the 'thief god' in the mouth of the blood wolf.

"Heaven helps the self-helper, the head of the regiment!" Iron Stone said.

"You're right, Ironstone!" The blood wolf laughed.

……

When luck says, sometimes I believe it, sometimes I don't believe it.

Ever since he was born, he never felt like he had had good luck.

Every Indian, from the time he was born, was doomed.

In the dark, there seems to be a hand full of malice, playing with their fate and teasing their future.

It's like the ironworks that were built with great difficulty in White Rock City, but it was destroyed by a fire two years ago;

Just like the Sierra Madre Mountains and Forests in the south, 350,000 horses were finally gathered, but an inexplicable plague caused the population to drop by half;

It's like a cornfield planted in the Great Plains, only to be devastated by a hailstorm;

It's like a blood wolf, there has never been a lapse in the past three years, but when it was fully prepared, the gun truck got bogged down in a quagmire for no reason.

All this, over the past three years, has consumed the energy of the Indians again and again, and destroyed the confidence of the Indians. Let them begin to give up on themselves, to self-depravity, to self-destruction......

Fortunately, the turtledove is here!

With turtledoves, the burned down ironworks were rebuilt again, bigger and stronger!

With turtledoves there, the tribesmen in the forests of Madre Mountain received treatment that they had never received before, and established a medical team of hundreds of people, and the tribesmen got rid of the habit of eating raw and cold food, and began to eat cooked food, drink hot water, go to bed early and get up early, and wash their faces and brush their teeth every day!

Turtle doves were there, hail-destroyed cornfields were replanted with potatoes and sweet potatoes, bison carcasses from the Great Plains were ground into bone meal and sprinkled into fields, and pesticides were brought in from Fort Laramie!

With turtledoves there, the footsteps of the blood wolf will not be frightened by a mere quagmire, and the Shulotel Legion will always regard its mission as its own life, and the thirteen artillery wagons will carry the soldiers' toes against the sky and roll up the hill!

Although, in the battle of Griffin Fortress, the turtledove did not appear on the battlefield.

However, what every Shulotel soldier wanted to do most now was to let the fast horse hurry back to White Rock City, and use his loudest voice to speak towards the two-story building in the city:

"Turtledove! We've taken down Griffin Fortress! ”

……

The Blood Wolf had a flare gun in his hand, and as soon as it fired into the sky, the cannonballs would rain down from that hill towards Griffin Fortress.

But it's no longer needed.

From the moment it was founded, the Shulotel Legion was a legion that excelled at raiding in the dark.

When the furious winds on the banks of the Rio Grande gathered the last remnants of the Apache five years ago and fled all the way north, it was already a screening of the Indians to the south—only the strong, resilient Indians were able to run all the way in the rain for four days and four nights, almost running from El Paso to Denver!

Subsequently, this pile of surplus was collected by fifteen dollars, and I did more than half a year of repair and training in the forests of the Madre Mountains, and then I ran thousands of miles over the mountains to the Bulak Mountains!

The foundation of such a legion can be regarded as too good to be excellent.

They may not be good at marksmanship and strict discipline, but when it comes to the tacit understanding and cooperation between the soldiers, and the perseverance and determination of the spiritual will, they should be the first-class on the North American continent!

Then, in White Rock, they got their guns.

Then, with the guns in their hands, they fought for three years in a row.

Then, on this night, attack in the darkness they are familiar with, against a group of sloppy soldiers who 'never stand a chance again if you don't revel!

It's like a fast knife that has been sharpened for 5 years, held by a swordsman who has practiced knife skills for 5 years, in an assassination carefully prepared with bated breath, taking advantage of the enemy's defenselessness, he slashed down by surprise!

- Hey, those white people's necks are as soft as mashed potatoes!

……

"Ding...... Winter Winter ......"

Soap followed the sound of music to the door of a small three-story building.

The two British sentries at the door were still at their posts, but they were sitting on the ground against the wall, their chests red with blood oozing from their necks. The dim light overhead shone down, making the two soldiers look as if they were just drunk, and their expressions were still vivid.

There was a faint sound of beautiful music in the room, and the soap suddenly became a little intoxicated.

It was a very different instrument from the wooden flute, like a wooden stick striking a porcelain bowl, no, it was clearer, more powerful, and more varied than the porcelain bowl.

It was like a wide and calm river flowing through his heart, with sails and sparkling waves, undulating cornfields on both sides of the river, endless jungles, his hometown, his relatives, and birds cooking smoke......

"Why don't you go in?" Soap asked the Indian soldiers guarding the side.

"Let them stay drunk, let them continue to dance......," replied the Indian soldier.