The January afternoon sun was a little cold, and it became even darker as it shone through the worn glass windows.

It looks like it's dusk, but it's actually only around 2 p.m.

Turtledove spread a map on the table and returned the revolver to Crescent, who was stunned for a moment and silently took it.

"You see, up to now, our Flash Butterfly plan has been executed perfectly!"

Turtledove said with a pencil in his hand and a smile as he pointed to the map.

This bitter joke is not so funny, even the beaver does not want to take it.

"We've taken Whitefish Town, and we've taken Griffin Fortress as well," Turtledove drew two circles on the map and continued, "Red Cloud's militia is also in place, and we in Whitestone City can at least organize another team of 2,000 people!" ”

"And the enemy's virtual reality is also clear, right here in Livingston! As long as we can win Livingston, the whole game will be alive! ”

"As for how many enemy troops there are in Livingston, how advanced their weapons are, and how good their commanders are...... These things aren't for us to think about right now! ”

"Even if this is the Longtan Tiger's Den, we have to break in! You go and ask Red Cloud, when you were in the gladiatorial arena of Fort Laramie, were those tigers, bears, and gladiators strong? It's not like that! ”

"How?"

Turtledove drew a pencil from each of the circles on the map, pointing at Livingston.

"In my opinion, it doesn't matter how the enemy fights, they fight theirs, we fight ours!"

"Peso, bring the Oregon sandbox!"

……

In the past three years, White Rock City has not only established one factory after another, trained batch after batch of soldiers, and accumulated boxes and boxes of weapons.

It built schools and hospitals, and built an institutional framework with turtledoves as the core, including four priests and eleven departments, forming a social atmosphere of striving for progress......

Under this big pattern, all aspects have changed considerably.

For example, the clothes of the citizens in the city are no longer the same linen color, but have various colors such as orange, yellow, orange and green;

Some people no longer like to wear feathers on their heads, but wear more convenient hats;

The Cherokee language has developed several ways of writing that are more beautiful and simple;

The White Rock City Daily no longer always exaggerated the misery of the Indians, but occasionally published some exquisite archaeological discoveries and serialized some good stories;

A Yellowstone River School emerged in the city, whose paintings are now on tour in Paris;

These changes are so numerous that it is difficult to count. Moisturizing things silently, the citizens of White Rock City did not notice it, they gradually got rid of their inferiority, depression and hysteria, and not only were they moving towards the light, but they themselves also occasionally began to shine light, illuminating others.

As for the 'sand table', it's just a trivial gadget.

……

After a while, Biso entered the house with a small cart.

On the cart is an Oregon sand table, made of green and yellow clay that shapes the entire Oregon.

The workmanship is crude, and there are many details that need to be perfected. However, this is also a matter of no choice, and the mapping of this period was a problem even for Great Britain, a scientific and technological powerhouse. At least half of Fremont's appointment as Governor of Oregon was due to his topographic surveying of the Northwest Americas.

For the Indians, being able to make such a sand table can almost be regarded as the crown jewel of the Indian handicraft industry.

However, when you look down at the sand, you can still feel that the huge Rocky Mountains stretch across the Pacific coast like a high wall, and the peaks of the Missouri Plateau crisscross the valleys, cascading like waves towards the Rocky Mountains.

At the foot of Mount Braque, a black flag was planted in the position of White Rock City, and everyone's eyes saw it at a glance.

Whitefish Town, Livingston and Randburg, these three places are planted with three small star-striped flags, approaching White Rock City in a half-moon shape, even outsiders who have no knowledge of military affairs can see that White Rock City is in danger!

The Missouri River behind White Rock City blocked the enemy in the east for White Rock City, but when a large army was pressing on the west side, the Missouri River was more like a barrage, making White Rock City unable to retreat.

"Look, of course, we have a plan for Flash Butterfly that has been brewing for three years, but how do we know that the enemy doesn't have a plan to deal with us?" Turtledove said.

As he spoke, he planted a black flag on Griffin Fortress, then pulled out the U.S. flag from Whitefish Town and replaced it with a black flag.

The situation is looking a little strange again.

Whitefishtown, Livingston, and Randburg used to surround Whitestone in a half-moon shape, but now, Griffinburg and Whitefishtown are like two pincers, grabbing the back of the American army.

"You see, our advantage is pretty obvious, right?" Turtledove said.

……

Fifteen dollars and others were visibly a bit dull.

No matter how good the situation is, as long as it can't be turned into a victory, everything is in vain.

The U.S. Army has amassed an army of more than 5,000 people in Livingston, and it also has this kind of yellow smoke that can kill half of the Tonatiu army in an instant, what will White Rock take to fight?

A group of yellow sheep screamed fiercely, and when facing a meng lion, even if it surrounded three layers inside and three layers outside, what role could it play?

"I know you're scared of that yellow smoke, but there's a way to do it—"

Turtledove went to the corner of the room and tore off his towel, damp it with water, wring it out, and covering it over his mouth and nose.

"Look, isn't that the solution?" Turtledove said.

Several people looked at each other, and the crescent moon frowned and was about to say something-

The beaver's eyes lit up, and he screamed, snatching the soaked towel from the turtledove's hand and covering it over his mouth and nose.

He said, "That's right! That's right! That's it! That's it! ”

The oxen, the crescent, and the fifteen dollars all jumped up, cut a piece of cloth from their clothes, dipped it in water like a turtledove, and praised one by one.

"Haha, why didn't I think of this solution?" Zaniu said with a laugh.

"Yes, yes, turtledove! It really can! This can definitely do! "Fifteen dollars said.

Crescent Moon was a little skeptical, he could still breathe through the towel, but he wasn't sure if the yellow smoke would be breathed in through the air. And that kind of yellow smoke may not be done by breathing alone.

However, he also seemed to think of something, and said with joy on his face: "With this, we don't have to be afraid of the yellow smoke of the US military anymore!" ”

"In this way, this battle is not impossible to fight!" Said the sitting cow.

The so-called mountain blocked the return of thousands of ravines, and everyone was frightened by this terrible yellow smoke before, and they only felt that everything was in vain.

Now that I can see that this problem has been solved, it is like the mountain rock blocked in my heart has been removed, and I suddenly feel that my blood is surging, and my thoughts are clear.

Finally, I began to think seriously about how to fight the war.

……

"That's right, the U.S. military has more people than we expected, its firepower is stronger than ours, and its technology is higher than ours, but he would never have imagined that we would have an army coming from here!" Sitting Bull pointed to Griffin Fortress.

"Besides, we can organize another team from White Rock City to fight! 2,000 people are not enough, we will have 4,000 people, anyway, we can make our own guns! "Fifteen dollars said.

"Why don't we take Landburg first, and then encircle Livingston with all our troops!" Crescent said.

"It would be great if we could set up an ambush nearby and lure Fremont out to fight!" The beaver opened his mind and said.

All of a sudden, everyone was talking, and they were holding their fingers and drawing them on the sand table.

Turtledove let them quarrel and shout, his eyes looked at Whitefish Town, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, but there was a faint pain in his heart.

- Tonatiu, you are my sharpest sword, you are my strongest shield!

- You will be my glory, Tonateu!