At this time, Fremont's forces were mainly divided into two fronts, east and west.

On the Western Front, from Seattle in the far north to San Francisco in the south, there were nearly 50,000 troops along the Pacific coastline, of which 3,000 belonged to the California Regiment under his direct control, and the rest were Indian conscripts and civilian mercenaries.

On the eastern front, there were a total of 20,000 troops, concentrated in Whitefish Town in the north, Livingston in the middle, and Rand Town in the south, forming a three-sided siege of Whitestone City. The reason why it is three-sided, it is not without the meaning of 'surrounding three queone', if the turtledove really loses White Rock City and runs to the east, Fremont is afraid that he will laugh from ear to ear.

Fremont's main opponents on the Western Front were the local Indian tribes, as well as some exiled Irish, Poles, and Germans. These people are lawless, drunk and fighting, forming gangs and smuggling all day long, as if they have a criminal law manual in their hands, and they do whatever they violate the law and how they commit serious crimes.

It's a good Gold Coast, and it's just a little Mexico.

By this time in 1846, however, the men had been pretty much cleaned up by Fremont. It only takes a big banner to declare the Californian surname 'beauty'.

Commodore Slote's appointment as governor of California solved his biggest problem, that is, his misname.

But now, he can call the shots in California and Oregon.

After reaching an agreement with the British troops at Griffin Fortress, he ordered William Eddard to rush to Sonoma to prepare for the establishment of the Republic of California.

There is nothing important on the Western Front, and the most important thing is to completely solve the White Rock City.

In the three years from 1843 to 1846, Fremont and White Rock clashed hundreds of times. The battle lines of the two sides are staggered, and the number of changes is changing every day.

White Rock's strategy is to 'fully blossom, and if you can fight, you can fight', wanting to make Fremont tired, make mistakes in his busyness, and accumulate small victories into big victories.

Fremont was a little caught off guard at first, after all, this was Sioux territory. However, he quickly adjusted, decisively gave up some areas, and instead focused on operating a few important places, steadily and steadily, step by step. It's slow, but it's unstoppable. The sun arches and dies, and the merit is not donated.

By the end of 1845, the three-sided attack on White Rock had been completed. The reason why the Thunder Strike has not yet been launched is that Griffinburg behind it is still in the hands of the British army.

For the British, Fremont is really hard to trust. With such a power, which had signed an alliance agreement with both itself and the Indians, Fremont would not be comfortable handing over his back to it unless his brain was in water.

Until the Oregon Accord was signed and the British army agreed to hand over Griffin Fortress, Fremont still did not dare to be careless, and he must force the British army to leave before he dared to attack White Rock City with confidence.

Fremont was 33 years old at the time, in the prime of life.

There are both the ambitions of young people and the foresight of politicians; backed by his old father-in-law, Benton's extensive connections in Washington, D.C., and also held 100,000 troops in the Northwest; There is no shortage of calm and spicy people who have accumulated from the bottom, and I have also seen a lot of waves of gold and silver on Wall Street.

If nothing else, the situation in the northwest is already nine out of ten!

White Rock is a nuisance, but it's not a big deal for Fremont either.

The United States is thriving, and this is his greatest reliance!

Once the two-faced British were driven away, the worries were completely solved, followed by the three towns of Whitefish, Livingston, and Rand and to the east, no matter whether White Rock City was fighting or leaving, he would be the one who won!

war, this city will become a white land, and after two months of fighting, all bottles and cans will be broken. What else?

Let's go, then let it go! America is huge, but there is no place for Indians. Not in the west, not in the east.

By the time Stephen Carney's expeditionary force came, White Rock City had no way to go to heaven and no way to go down, and there was a dead end.

So no matter how you look at it, Fremont feels that the overall situation in the Northwest has been decided.

And his target is Mexico City!

It was one step ahead of Zachary Taylor to take Mexico City!

Fremont on January 13, 1846, in Livingston, in Mexico City!

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Unlike the Blood Wolves, who took the Griffin Fortress in the west, the Watermill was in the middle of a fight in Whitefish from the start.

However, the time for the attack of the Tonatius army was around 4 o'clock in the morning, which was the most tired and sleepy time for the human body, and even the most experienced night owl had to yawn at this time.

When the guards of Whitefish spotted the Indians rushing out of the night fog, he hurriedly blew the whistle, but it was too late.

The group of Indians, still covered in white snow, were like monsters that had broken in from the north.

All of them had four legs and two hands, were covered in white ice slag, and brandished long knives in their hands, and rushed into the camp of the American army in a blink of an eye.

When the American soldiers in the outlying camp heard the whistle and hurriedly grabbed their guns and gathered, the white monsters had already rushed to the bottom of their camp.

The U.S. military camp is a wooden hut built with 4 to 5 wooden stakes, and the bottom of the house is about a meter or so away from the ground in order to protect it from moisture. This is the experience that the local Indians have taught them.

The white monster ran downstairs to them, took the long knife in its mouth, and with its arms outstretched, grasped the railing at the edge of the hut, and climbed up with a roll of its hand.

Several U.S. soldiers didn't have time to pull the bolt before they were struck in half by a volley of long knives.

"White Devil! White Devil! It's the White Devil! ”

A U.S. soldier scurried out of the room, his suspender jeans only half tied and the other half drooping, shouting as he ran.

It turns out that the legend of the White Devil has always been circulating in this place. Originally, this place was not called 'White Fish Town', but was called 'White Ghost Land' by the Indians.

It is said that every winter, snow-white ghosts will come from the north, and everyone who sees the white ghost will either be frozen into ice on the spot, or taken captive to the north to become the new white ghost.

The legend has been around for thousands of years, and then a Spaniard came here and renamed it 'Whitefish Town'.

As the American army fled in a panic, the entire camp woke up.

I don't know which string I touched, but when the soldiers of the Tonatiu Legion entered the camp only a hundred meters deep, the whole camp fell apart with a 'bang'.

It's like a necklace that suddenly breaks its thread, and the beads are rolling all over the ground.

The watermill was on horseback, with a spear in his hand, and for a moment he didn't know which direction to pursue.

Looking back, the soldiers of the Tonatius Legion behind him, one by one, covered in wind and snow, slashed left and right in the camp, invincible, and they were really the same as the legendary 'White Devil'.

Snowy snow was falling in the dark farther away, and it seemed that it was unknown how many 'white devils' would emerge from it.

"Kill!"

The waterwheel roared, picked up its spear, and ignored the sound of the wind, snow, and fighting in his ears, but only beckoned a few people to get up, and plunged into the depths of the camp.