Fremont had realized that something unexpected had happened in the past few moments.

The belated news of the fall of Whitefish Town sounded the alarm bell in his heart. He suddenly realized that he had made a very serious mistake in the past few days:

In order to cooperate with his move to camp, he ordered Captain Kalie to frantically intercept the intelligence line of White Rock City, originally intending to make White Stone City blind, deaf and mute. However, while inflicting heavy damage on the intelligence line of White Rock City, his own scout force was also deeply trapped.

As a result, he became blind, deaf and mute!

He had no way of knowing what he had lost, so he could only pour out his anger on Captain Calle.

If it had been before, he would have pulled out his gun and shot this guy himself!

But now the situation is different, Stephen Carney is coming soon, and he needs someone like Captain Calle to carry on his back all the shady things he has done in the past - yes, Captain Calle will die sooner or later, but not now! A person like this must die of some usefulness!

So, after Fremont scolded him angrily, he finally put away his temper.

Captain Kalie was his friend, and he should be nicer to his friend.

……

"I'm sorry, Calle, I was in too much of a hurry just now!"

Fremont took a few breaths and said in a muffled voice after scolding Captain Calle.

There was obvious panic in Karle's eyes, but he tried his best to balance his tone and stammered, "No...... No, no, Mr. Governor...... It's my pleasure...... No, I mean, it's all my fault......

"Alright, Karle, no need to apologize!" Fremont patted Captain Calle on the shoulder and said, "It's come to this, and it's no use blaming you. I know that you are a good intelligence officer, and that you are loyal to me and work hard......

"I'm sorry, sir, it's my fault......

"I said, it's not your fault! That crescent moon in White Rock City is really difficult to deal with, we've been entangled with him for three years, and I know what kind of opponent he is!"

"I'm sorry, sir, it's my fault, I should have focused more on the north side...... No, I mean to say that I should look at the south as well as the north...... It's all my fault, sir, it's all my fault......" Karley replied hurriedly.

"Alright, Kale—"

"I'm sorry, it's my fault, sir—"

Listening to Captain Calle's babbling apology, Fremont suddenly became angry again! The three battalions were like three fingers, originally pinching Baishi City tightly, but now, one of the fingers was broken! It's broken!

Suppressed and suppressed, controlled and controlled......

"That's it!" Fremont let out a sudden yell, interrupting Captain Calle's confused apology.

Then he seemed to realize that he was angry again, took a deep breath, lowered his voice, and pulled a smile at the corner of his mouth, and said softly, "-I said, I don't blame you!"

….

Calle was startled by Fremont's shout, and then saw the smile on Fremont's face, so he could only laugh awkwardly, not knowing what to say.

"You are my right-hand man, you are my confidant, my trust in you has never wavered, sometimes I am not very good-tempered, but you know, I am kind and gentle at heart. Sometimes I'm scolding you, but my heart hurts more than yours, but there's no way, I'm doing it for your good, you know, right?"

"Yes...... Yes! Thank you, sir!"

"It's good that you know. Well, so be it! I'd rather lose Whitefish Town than lose your friendship! The most important thing for us now is to get through this damn mountain and get to the Lamar Valley!" Fremont said.

"Yes, yes, Mr. Governor!"

The two got back together again, and they didn't see it for more than 5 seconds

Former Fremont had yelled at him.

……

It's just a pity that this friendly situation lasted less than 10 seconds, and Fremont was about to urge Commander Somme to either knock down that damn hill or bypass that damn hill—

Two soldiers approached with a bound Indian.

"What's wrong?" Fremont stopped and asked.

"Mr. Governor, this Indian said he wanted to see you!" The soldier replied.

"See me?" Fremont waved his hand, showing no interest.

At that moment, the Indian suddenly opened his mouth and cried out, "Mr. Governor! Dear Mr. Governor! Nice to see you! How are you?"

The Indians' English accent was strange, with the smell of rancid cornmeal.

Fremont listened with a toothache.

Unfortunately, the Indian probably only spoke a few words of English, and then crackled and spoke a long list, hurried and fast, like a hail in July.

The faces of the two soldiers who were holding him changed!

Captain Calle, who was next to him, rushed forward with a lunge, spoke a few words to the Indian, and then turned around and looked at Fremont with a panicked expression.

"What's wrong?" Fremont asked.

"He said......"

"What did he say?" Fremont's heart was beating wildly again, just as he had seen the mad knight before.

"He said...... Griffin Fortress ......"

"Damn the old British haven't gotten out yet?" Fremont said angrily, "Treacherous fellow! Then don't blame us for supporting Louis-Napoleon Bonaparte!"

"No, the British old is gone—"

"Gone?"

"Ugh...... They haven't gone yet, they've been captured, and they're locked up in the fortress......" Captain Kalie muttered, bowing his head.

"What? Captured?" Fremont was stunned, and he couldn't figure out what this 'captured' meant. Is your English not very good?

"There was a group of Indians who attacked the Griffin Fortress, and now they have taken it and captured the British troops in the fortress." Captain Calle said.

"What?" Fremont was even more ignorant, feeling that the more he listened, the more he didn't understand. "Say it again?"

….

The Indians attacked Griffin Fortress, and it was like a turkey kidnapping the Moonmen!

Captain Calle glanced up at Fremont and then at the Indian.

"This Indian said—" Captain Calle paused, hoping that Fremont would understand that he was just an interpreter now, and that he couldn't recite the pot that Griffin Fortress had been occupied by a group of Indians. "—The Indian said that a group of Indians attacked Griffin Fortress and captured the British troops in the fortress!"

"I#$%%#@@$!^&*,^&*%@#!!!! ………………！」

Fremont flew into a rage, grabbed the barrel of the soldier's back, and smashed the butt of the gun headlessly towards the ground next to Captain Calley, shouting words that no one wanted to understand!

Then he dropped his gun, grabbed Captain Calley by the hem of his coat, pointed at the Indian, and said, "Then ask him! The Indians attacked Griffin Fortress, so what the hell was he doing?"

Fremont's saliva squirted into Captain Calle's face: "That's Griffin Fortress!" It's a fortress! It's a fortress made of stone and steel! It's not a hedge nest made of turkey hollows! What did the Indians fight with? Use their bumps?"

……

The Indian spoke quickly.

Fremont glared at Captain Calle, "What did he say?"

"He said......" replied Captain Calle in horror, "he is loyal to America, and he wants to be an American, not an Indian!"

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