The Blood Wolf rode around the Griffin Fortress and walked around the corners of the fortress.

He saw crates and crates of bullets in the armory, more than the food in White Rock;

He saw that the long and short rifle racks were covered with dust, and that muskets were piled up like stacks of corn in a field;

He saw the cellar full of potatoes, flour, ham, and even fresh vegetables;

He saw that the brand new military uniform looked like it had just been pulled out of the factory, and the paper bag that was on the outside had not even been removed;

……

The more he patrolled, the more frightened he became.

Eventually, he climbed the watchtower of Griffin Fortress, feeling as if he could reach out and touch the starry sky. The dark and dreary Siye crawled at his feet like a tame beast.

When the night wind blew, he felt a chill on his back:

Such a fortress!

- Such a fortress, even if it only takes out 10 of its strength to resist it, it is definitely not something that his Shulotel army can attack.

- Such a fortress, even if the entire White Rock City is attacked with all its might, I am afraid that it will hit the head and bleed under the city, and shatter the bones!

Last night, when he managed to pull thirteen cannons up the hill next to him, he thought he had a win. But now that he took a look at Griffin Fortress in person, he realized that he was too naïve!

He had greatly imagined the fortification of the fortress, and the turtledove and fifteen dollars had greatly imagined the firepower inside the fort, but it turned out that everyone was used to the hard times, and still lacked imagination.

Just in front of the watchtower, at the foot of where he was now standing, there was a cannon of unimaginable proportion, almost one with the entire main building. That huge barrel could almost fit a soldier into it!

Just three meters around this barrel, there was a row of small cannons, like the sons of this cannon, hugging their father in groups. The blood wolf counted roughly, and I was afraid that there were more than a dozen of them, which was more than the cannons he dragged up the hill!

And that's not even counting the turrets on the bastions everywhere!

If you really wake up this fortress completely, you can fire hundreds of shells in an instant. Under the cover of artillery fire, any elite regiments have to be reimbursed.

Such a fortress!

The blood wolf slapped the railing made of stones, and his palms were numb, still worried, was he dreaming?

……

"Captain!" The adjutant fern Ye rushed up from downstairs in a hurry, and fell on the last step of the stairs and fell into the mud, but this did not delay him in the slightest, and he got up and stepped in front of the blood wolf in two steps.

"The statistics are out?" Blood Wolf asked.

"It's still counting, but the rough estimate is out!" Fern said.

"How much?" The blood wolf looked up at the starry sky, his hands behind his back, and tried to see the clouds in the sky and the wind light.

The fern leaf pulled out a piece of paper from her body, and her hands trembled incessantly, making the paper rustle.

"More than 100 muskets from Chalville, 300 Mississippi rifles from the M1841 model, 2,200 British Brownswick rifles, 400 from the M1815 with charge, and about 500 other types of spears......"

"More than 100,000 rounds of ammunition of various types, and 3,500 shells of various types!"

"Six 280-mm fortress guns, 36 122-mm howitzers, 270-mm field guns!"

"80 tons of flour, corn flour, potatoes and other ingredients, 3,200 sets of military uniforms, of which 500 sets are completely brand new!"

"There are also 500 catties of gold, 1,000 catties of silver, and about 150,000 U.S. dollars in dollars, francs, pesos, and pounds!"

“……”

When Fern Leaf reported this, the Blood Wolf's body shook a little, and he couldn't hear what Fern Leaf was saying anymore.

I just feel that the world is spinning, and I have to hold on to the railing hard to stand firm.

"Commander?" Fern Leaf trembled and said, "I'm done reporting!" ”

The blood wolf came back to his senses, leaned against the railing, but still did not stand firmly, and sat on the ground.

Fern reached out to help him, but sat down on his own ass.

"Finished with the report?"

"The report is over!"

"You report again...... Let me slow down, let me slow ......," the blood wolf gasped.

As a child, the blood wolf had a lung disease, and in the plague that engulfed almost the entire tribe, only a handful of them survived. Blood Wolf and his father, Greyhound, are two of them.

Unfortunately, the blood wolf fell ill and suffered from filial piety. As he grew older and became less ill, he almost always thought he was completely well.

"Commander, listen well......

The head and adjutant of Shulotel were like two poor bastards who had never seen a lot of money, and they suddenly got a windfall from heaven, and they couldn't wait to count them all one by one.

……

The herald who set out from White Rock City traveled to three destinations before finally finding the Blood Wolf.

When he saw the Blood Wolf on the watchtower of Griffin Fortress, the young leader of Shulotel was sleeping soundly.

The sentry tried to stop it, but when he saw a black dove feather on the letter in the herald's hand, he took the initiative to wake up the blood wolf.

"Commander, wake up, White Rock City wants to order!"

The blood wolf woke up suddenly, first looked at the sentry with the eyes of Mohu, then rolled over and got up to look at the 280 mm cannon, and then looked around the fortress.

Not a dream!

Then he rubbed his face and asked the herald, "Say it!" ”

The herald's body tensed straight, and he said loudly: "Pass the war priest's command, order the leader of the Shulotel Legion, Blood Wolf, to immediately lead his troops westward and take Griffin Fortress!" ”

The blood wolf was stunned and laughed.

The herald couldn't help but laugh along.

"You go tell fifteen dollars, I get the order!" Blood Wolf said with a smile.

"Yes!"

The herald smiled and nodded, and solemnly handed the letter in his hand to the blood wolf.

The blood wolf restrained his smile, took it with both hands, then tore open the envelope, took out the letter paper and looked at it.

There is only one sentence on the stationery:

"Operation Flashing Butterfly, scheduled to begin on January 13, 1846, is to be carried out by fifteen dollars from the War Priests!"

Signed: turtledove.

……

It was also when the blood wolf received the order for the 'Flash Butterfly Operation' issued by the turtledove himself, and the difference between before and after was no more than 3 hours, and the Red Cloud militia group in the east began to assemble.

And the Tonatiu Legion, the 'Praetorian Guard' of White Rock City, had already entered northern Canada in the name of chasing and suppressing thieves at the end of last year. At this time, the relationship between Canada and the United States was not harmonious, and there was no obligation to inform the U.S. military of this Indian legion, of course, Canada is so vast and sparsely populated that perhaps even it does not know where this legion has gone.

Early in the morning of the day after the Blood Wolves took Fort Griffin, the Tonatius Regiment entered Montana from Canada and suddenly appeared at Fremont's Northern Oregon Legion garrison, northeast of Whitefish Town.

At the same time, a secret letter from a turtledove was entering the forest of Mount Madre along with a large amount of ammunition.