Once the war began, the battlefield was covered with a layer of fog. No matter how sharp your eyes are, you can't see the battlefield clearly.

The reason why the famous generals of the ancients won all battles was to do their best to eliminate all unknown risks, and the so-called 'win first and then fight' is nothing more than that.

If you have a choice, the best choice is to 'harden the village and fight in a dumb fight'.

Whether it is the leaders of the three major legions, Blood Wolf, Waterwheel, and Red Cloud, or the leaders of the Indian Alliance, Fifteen Dollars, Sitting Ox, and Turtledove, they are all characters who are crawling and fighting on the line of life and death.

However, the more such people are, the less they like to take risks.

But the Indians are now on the edge of the cliff, and if they don't take any more chances, they will fall into the abyss and never turn over.

At present, after three years of accumulation, Baishi City finally has some belongings. At this table in the western North America, the table was quietly crowded. If you don't take this opportunity to give it a go, do you have to wait for you to fall into a desperate situation again before you can't do it?

Therefore, not only the blood wolves of Griffin Fortress are making extreme breakthroughs, but the waterwheel of Whitefish Town and the red cloud who are desperately rushing to Rand are all ready for the last battle in this life.

In order to give the Indians the opportunity to 'harden the village and fight dumb battles' in the future. You don't need to be very good at war, and you don't need to be like them anymore.

Who doesn't know that life is precious?

It's just that they chose sacrifice and fulfillment.

……

Livingston is on the border of what would become Montana, Idaho and Wyoming. When the United States ended the Civil War, the first thing it did was to build the Pacific Railroad to connect the entire country.

The Pacific Railroad was once hailed as one of the world's seven industrial wonders, and it was about the fortunes of the United States. From China's ancient point of view, this railroad can be regarded as the dragon vein of the United States.

Livingston is at a critical juncture in this dragon vein.

It is surrounded by small hills, but this place is slightly flat, and there are east and west canyons connecting it. In the era of cold weapons, it may not be an important place, but in the period of queuing to be shot, it is a stable position.

Livingston in 1843 was just a run-down village off the beaten track. There may have been Indian tribes living here, but it was a long, long time ago.

With the arrival of the Fremont army, there was not a single Indian left here. Even the traces of the ancient village have been swept away.

Only half of the stakes are crooked and skewed in the dirt on the hillside, indicating that there was once an owner here.

The arrival of the Fremont army has reinvigorated the place.

His barracks were well arranged, with the artillery protected by simple wooden walls on all sides, and high sentry towers on the hills beside them, which were taller than the tips of the trees.

As the main camp of the three major battalions that oppressed White Rock City, although there were no permanent fortifications such as fortresses and fortresses built here, it was definitely not something that could be easily attacked.

In the past, the army of White Rock City came here to make a test, and there was no large-scale contact between the two sides, but it was clear that the army of White Rock City was discouraged.

For Fremont, he didn't have to take those unnecessary risks. It is only necessary to echo the three battalions with each other and advance eastward step by step.

White Rock's space will be compressed step by step, and the best outcome is to cross the Missouri River and leave Oregon.

If there was no war in the south, give him another half a year, and he would be able to advance the camp to 10 kilometers in front of White Rock City.

It's just that I have to admit that his old father-in-law has abdicated after all, and his influence on the Congress is not as strong as before.

There was a group of fanatical militants in Washington who single-handedly pushed for the war against Mexico.

Fremont also wanted Mexico, but for him personally, the timing of the war came a little earlier.

It would be nice to wait for him for half a year.

However, it was not a big problem, and he believed that he would be able to solve White Rock City quickly.

As long as you take over Griffin Fortress, you can go all out east.

There is no hurry.

……

In the middle of the Livingston barracks is a stone house, which was supposed to be the place where the Indian tribes used to worship the gods and goddesses, and is now used by Fremont as his own residence.

The weather in early spring is still cold, and the residual snow on the ground has not yet completely melted.

Early morning.

Fremont pushed open the door and poured the unmelted crumbs from the coffee cup into the snow in the corner, which he found to be amusefully burned out of a black hole.

A ride ran down the hill in the distance, waking up the sleeping valley.

Moments later, the camp commander arrived at Fremont's office, where Fremont had just opened the file and was about to read the Texas intel that had been sent last night.

"Good morning, Commander Crick!" Fremont said.

"Good morning, Mr. Governor!" Commander Creek said, closing the door gently behind him.

"Is there something wrong with coming to me so early?" Fremont asked.

"I have an ominous premonition, Mr. Governor." Crick said with some crampedness: "There has been no news of the troops sent to Griffin Fortress yesterday until now. ”

Fremont held a steaming cup of coffee and stood for a moment before raising an eyebrow and asking, "Did we send someone over to check on the situation?" ”

"Yes, but no news back." Crick replied.

"So what do you think would be the problem? Could it be that the British will go back on their word? Fremont asked rhetorically.

"I hope I'm overthinking," Crick said, "but I've been restless since last night." I've been fighting for years, and whenever something bad happens, I'm like that—it's hard to explain scientifically, but I'm really worried, Mr. Governor! ”

Just then, there was another knock at the door.

"Come in!" Fremont shouted out the door.

It was a young man with blond hair and blue eyes, clean and heroic. It's a marked difference from a bearded veteran like Crick.

"Good morning, Mr. Governor! Good morning, Commander Crick! The young man said hello.

"Any new information? Captain Kale! Fremont asked.

Captain Callie was an intelligence officer in Fremont. As governor of California and Oregon, Fremont had his own team and did not rely entirely on Crick as a battlefield commander.

"The British troops at Griffin Fortress have written, Mr. Governor," Captain Calle said briefly, handing a letter to Fremont, "they have withdrawn north of the 49th parallel, as agreed, and have handed Griffin Fortress to Colonel Forrest in its entirety. ”

Fremont unfolded the letter, glanced at it, and handed him to Commander Creek.

Commander Creek frowned and quickly finished reading.

The British's letter was written politely, showing their reluctance to leave the place, showing uncomplaining respect for the Oregon Accord, and expressing their gratitude to Fremont for their support over the past period, and expressing their willingness to continue their friendly relations with Fremont in the future.

"Britain is always so hypocritical!" Crick snorted coldly and returned the letter to Fremont.

Fremont laughed, and instead of paying attention to Commander Creek's small-bellied chicken intestines, he asked Captain Calle.

"I heard that you've been fighting fiercely with White Rock City's intelligence line recently?"