This long-awaited war has finally begun.

But for the crescent moon, there was never a beginning and an end to the war that belonged to him.

Six years ago, along with Sturgeon and Smoked Fish, he went with Turtledove to rob a slave trader named Acheson, and from that day on, his war had begun.

It has been 1,801 days now, and every day he is at war.

Other people still have the so-called 'peace' and 'rest', but for the intelligence department, there is only one situation that can be 'rested', and that is 'death'!

Looking back now, his time in the forests of the mountains of Madre to the south was his most relaxed and happy time. At that time, he, Sturgeon, and Smoked Fish could support the intelligence system of the entire tribe, and occasionally lay on the back of a cow to bask in the sun.

Gone are those days since I went north three years ago.

For 3 years, he watched familiar faces disappear in front of him.

The talents he once wanted to vigorously cultivate, were found to have seven or eight more holes in his body in a blink of an eye; The plan he once thought was foolproof was penetrated by his opponent in the blink of an eye; He once thought that the intelligence point was hidden and stable, but in the blink of an eye, he was sold clean by traitors......

In the past, he would blame himself, but gradually, he found that the so-called manpower was actually just a number.

Including himself, sooner or later, one day, will also be part of this number.

In the past 3 years, even the sturgeon and smoked fish have gained weight, and he actually began to lose his hair!

So much so that he often wondered if his father had misremembered his age, that he was not 18 years old, but 38 or 48 years old......

People in other systems, such as those engaged in the military or the economy, often complain that there are too many old people in the system, and their thoughts are stubborn - for example, a good furnace of desulfurization steel has to be added to it with a little herbs; Obviously captured a big fish, but it was cut by the red-eyed old man with a knife!

But in the intelligence system of the crescent moon, there is no such concern.

The manpower dies too quickly, and it can't be replaced without renewing it.

In this way, there are advantages and disadvantages.

The advantage is that there are no rules and regulations;

The downside is that there are no rules!

The newcomers are bold and lawless - sometimes, Crescent thinks that he would rather have the old people who follow the rules to do things.

I don't know if there will be a day when his subordinates no longer need to fight for their lives to pass information, such as a wire or something that can transmit news from Whitestone City to Griffin Fortress, or a machine that can send news from Whitefish Town.

He once sent someone to New York to steal a 'talking machine' and came back, only to find that it was no different from a pile of scrap copper.

……

However, Crescent Moon knew that the war of 1846 was different from all other wars.

Ever since the turtledoves first led them to establish a tribe in the Sierra Madre forests, the turtledoves had been looking forward to war in Mexico.

And prepare for it.

The crescent moon is also secretly preparing.

The most critical question at the moment is, what is really going on in Whitefish Town?

The battlefield is shrouded in a layer of fog, and this is definitely a situation that no one wants to see.

"Kasumi, it's your turn!"

"You're my favorite subordinate, and the most agile and clever scout I've ever met, and you're the only one out of the game at this time!"

"If you die, it's my turn!"

"No matter what, we must open up the intelligence line with Whitefish Town!"

……

On the great plains, as far as the eye can see.

A pile of light snow in the east and a pile in the west made the withered yellow earth look like a piece of overwashed linen, covered with white patches.

Kasumi lay on his stomach in a ditch, his clothes soaked with biting icy water.

A black dot appeared on the horizon in the distance.

Kasumi held the binoculars and watched motionlessly.

It was a cavalryman, coming from the north, supposed to be a messenger sent by Whitefishtown.

Kasumi resisted the urge to get up and catch up, and quietly crawled forward for some distance. On the way, he passed by a corpse, it was his companion, who had just died, a huge hole in his forehead, and the blood had congealed.

A hexagonal warhead next to it, which had been somewhat deformed by the impact, still shimmered with a cold cold light. Concentrate***

After a winter's devastation, the weeds on the Great Plains had died, and one by one fell to the ground in obedience, which could hardly provide any cover for his figure.

The cavalry was running fast, and it wasn't long before Kasumi could even see the knights on his horse.

You can also see the black flag blaring on the knight's back, which is a symbol of emergency military intelligence.

'Quick...... Faster...... Faster......'

Kasumi muttered inwardly, looking away from the two cylinders of the telescope and looking in other directions.

The Great Plains are so big that you can't see the end at a glance.

Just as he was about to pick up the telescope again in vain, he heard a gunshot.

"Bang!"

Xia's body lying on the ground couldn't help but tremble.

Then he saw the knight in front of him, who fell from his horse.

The horse, having lost its master, ran some further distance, and at last slowly stopped, looked to the left and right in confusion, and at last returned to the knight with small steps.

Kasumi saw in the telescope that the horse arched the knight's corpse with its mouth, and finally gave up helplessly, standing there and sniffing the light snow on the ground.

Kasumi turned the telescope to his left, the direction the gunshots came from.

But there was nothing to be seen in the barrel except for the boundless withered grass and speckled light snow.

Kasumi gently retreated back into the gutter.

……

By day and night, Kasumi and his companions finally arrived here.

It's also a place where scouts have never been before.

But his companion collapsed in the early morning—they lurked beside a bush of grass, but in the haystack was a frozen snake, which woke up and bit his companion, who jumped in fright.

In just over ten seconds, with the sound of a gunshot, he saw a huge blood flower bloom on his companion's forehead.

Kasumi didn't have a probe throughout.

He hid in the ditch and did not move, and even watched his companion who got along day and night with his own eyes, and after more than half an hour of struggle, he finally swallowed his breath unwillingly.

The only thing he could do was lie quietly in the ditch and wait for the night to fall again.

The hexagonal bullet not far away shone with a ghostly glow, and as the temperature gradually decreased, a layer of gray hoarfrost condensed on the surface. (***Note***)

Xia actually felt a little envious:

'I wonder when we Indians will be able to use such advanced guns and bullets?' ’

'To be able to hit so far, and to be so accurate!' ’