On the North 21 outpost, the book did not see the moment when he became famous.

As early as the second wave of the offensive launched by Regiment Commander Somme, this promising young man fell under the guns of the American army.

The next North 21 outpost ushered in wave after wave of onslaught from the US military, with more and more people and more and more firepower.

By about 3 o'clock in the afternoon, the enemy had already pounced on the mountains and fields at any cost.

And on this small hill, there are less than 20 people left.

No matter how hard the musket is, after all, it is not the era when a machine gun in later generations subdued thousands of troops.

No matter how high the hearts of the people are, flesh and blood are no match for steel and gunpowder after all.

……

"I can't stand it, brothers!"

"There's one last grenade left, I'll rush first!"

"Haha, if you say you're going to be nailed here, I won't rush with you!"

In the crevices of the strange rocks on the hills, various human voices were heard from time to time.

Bullets fired from the bottom of the mountain hit the crunchy limestone, sending a white mist into the sky, like a heavy snow in the middle of winter.

These Indian soldiers, who had gathered here from various outposts in the front, had actually lost their unified command at this time, and were separated from each other by dense gunfire.

But they always found firing points through cracks in the stones, and sometimes even at the cost of their lives, they resolutely filled the gaps in firepower.

No one said anything earth-shattering, and no one left behind some heroic and magnificent last words.

The Indians were a new nation until this time, and they had White Rock City and turtledoves in their hearts...... But the so-called nation and the motherland, for them, is like a father looking at his newborn crumpled and dirty child, and his first reaction is, "Uh, what is this strange thing?"

It takes a while, maybe a day, or a minute, for fathers to wake up from their shock and feel the shiver that is connected to their own blood.

The history of White Rock is too short, and although it has developed rapidly, it is far from enough for the time it takes for a nation and state to form.

The only fortunate thing is that at the beginning, only Turtledove was the only one to tow this 10,000-ton giant ship, but now, hundreds of people have taken over the rope in his hand.

Like these ordinary soldiers on the North 21 outpost, they may still be ignorant. But there is already a fragile thing in their hearts that sprouts like a seed.

What it was, they couldn't tell.

I only know that I would rather die here than let the enemy take it!

Just as they were all about to pull the grenade, smoke suddenly rose from the forest in the distance.

Then, a burst of golden flames rose into the air and spread rapidly.

This sudden burst of wildfire disrupted the American offensive, and the Indian soldiers on the hill took the opportunity to launch a final rain of grenades, narrowly driving the enemy down.

Unfortunately, this is not a forest covered in trees, and there are large clearings between the rocks that can be seen everywhere. The wildfires can only do them a small favor, but they cannot become the masters of the battlefield.

At about 3:30 a.m., the U.S. forces launched another offensive.

North 21 outpost is already in danger.

……

The Blood Wolf came from the west with the Shulotel Legion.

After a day and a night's journey, his headquarters had to get rid of the British legion, leaving only a part of the army to slow down and "guard" them.

"Quick! Livingston is ahead!"

The blood wolf jumped off his horse and walked with the reins.

The difficulty of the mountain road is one thing, the main thing is that it is about to enter the battlefield, and it is necessary to recuperate horsepower again. If you can, it is better to rest for a few days before attacking, so that not only will the horses regain their energy, but the soldiers will not be so tired.

But war is war, and it will always break out when you are at your weakest and will not give you a choice.

The blood wolf's heart was very restless.

He has been in this mood since the moment he received the battle plan yesterday.

The new army that Turtledove had mobilized from White Rock was heading north, and if the Shulotel Legion didn't arrive on time and had a new army to face a camp like Livingston, which was armed to the teeth, the Blood Wolf couldn't imagine what the outcome would be.

Especially after seeing the kind of fortified armament in Griffinburg.

That's not something flesh and blood can beat down at all-

Despite this, the blood wolf still had to control his restlessness.

The sensation was like diving, and he held his breath hard and kept diving. Until the air in his body was exhausted, he still had to force himself to continue diving. Because there was something under the water that he wanted, and that was what he had to get his hands on.

It's like being crushed under his father at Turkey Ridge six years ago, like he rushed to White Rock City from Shoshone Falls three years ago, and like he rushed to the enemy under the fire of countless bullets...... He had felt that way all those times.

This feeling of knowing that he will die, but suddenly feeling relieved...... He had heard that some white people liked to get pleasure from cold corpses, and even suffocated themselves at the same time......

The moment he had to jump off his horse, he felt as if the world was opening up in front of him with a bang.

There was a dense sound like spring silkworms chewing mulberry leaves, and the ears of the blood wolf could almost tell where each sound came from, whose feet were on the ground, and whether the soil was hard or soft.

Birds flapped their wings, snakes and insects stalked underground, snow and ice dripped, and the air was soaked with the smell of spring dampness — and a faint hint of anxiety.

Someone who has struggled countless times on the brink of death, when he faces the same situation again, he can always recall those familiar flavors.

Every nerve, every movement, every word of his life is in harmony with the dance of death.

Death sliding, he can properly support his waist;

The Grim Reaper spins, and he can jump just right;

Death looked back, and he could see his happy smile at the right time.

Every step on the drumbeat, every gesture on the skin of death, every look, every word, every breath...... Just like back then, better than back then!

"Stop!"

The blood wolf suddenly raised his hand, his nose fluttered, and his eyes were slightly closed.

The sound of footsteps in the forest suddenly closed, as if it had been cut off by a knife.

When he opened his eyes again, he had turned his head to the southeast.

In the dense forest, there is a familiar smell that comes from that direction.

"Ironstone, go take a look!"

The sound of hurried footsteps and the sound of broken branches suddenly sounded in the trees behind it, and it hurried away.

Born from the forests of the Sierra Madre in the south, Shulotel is best known for its jungles and cliffs.

White people need to wrap themselves in layers of clothing to get in, and they can move around barefoot and naked.

This is their home.

"Rest in place! Dinner! Feed the horses! Check your weapons!"

The voice of the blood wolf is neither high nor low, and it can be heard by the people next to it. One by one, the sound of chewing and swallowing sounded again in the mountains and forests.

When it came time to sprint, he was in a hurry.

When it is time to wait, he can be as quiet as a straight cliff.

The Grim Reaper doesn't like rampage, he likes rhythm.

……

Soon after.

Ironstone returns.

"There are about 2,000 U.S. troops, and they are attacking North 21 outpost!"

「？」

"For unknown reasons!"