There was a wave of killings outside the tent.

Inside the tent, the turtledove sat quietly, staring only at the map, and did not move for a long time.

By now, the context of this war has become clear.

The long 30-kilometer front from Livingston to Randburg gathered most of Fremont's elite and almost all of the forces of White Rock.

At this point in time before nightfall, four battlefields are being fought at the same time!

Randburg Battlefield to the South!

Lamar Valley Battlefield!

North 21 Outpost Battlefield!

And the Livingston Battlefield!

None of these four places doesn't matter, and none of them doesn't matter.

In other words, whoever can win one first can draw on the strength of another battlefield and turn the balance of victory in their favor.

As the supreme commander of the Indian Alliance, Ikaruga launched the "Butterfly" project, but now, he can't do anything.

The battle he was supposed to fight was over the moment he signed the decision to go to war.

Now that all the forces that should have been invested were invested, he couldn't think of anything else he could do for this war, and if anything, it would only be to cause trouble to his soldiers.

He handed over fifteen dollars to the command of the battlefield in the Lamar Valley, and himself, after standing on the hill and watching the battlefield for a while, turned and went into his camp.

"Peso, did you bring a map of Mexico?" Turtledove asked suddenly.

Peso was stunned for a moment, "No...... Nope!"

"Oh, remember to bring it next time," said Turtledove, "and remember to take it wherever you go."

"Okay, turtledove!" Biso said.

The expedition was so hurried that the peso did not have time to carry anything but his own belongings and that of the turtledove.

"Peso, when this battle is over, we can go back to Sierra Madre!" Turtledove said.

"Really?" Peso asked happily.

"Well," said Turtledove, "when this battle is over, we will be able to take all the land west of the Missouri River, and the White Rock City to the north and the Sierra Madre region to the south will be connected, and we will have at least a chance to develop for at least ten years!"

"Haha, that's pretty good!" Peso said. "I haven't been back in years."

"Me too!" Turtledove said, his tone a little dark, "Over the years, the tribe has not had an easy time, and when this battle is over, they should also live a good life!"

"Didn't the letter say it? The tribe has food and clothing, and the trade with Scott is going well, so it shouldn't be too bad. Don't worry too much, turtledove!" Peso said comfortingly.

The turtledove smiled slightly.

In terms of the information sent from the south, the mountain tribe did not have any big problems, they were well fed and warmly dressed, Scott was greedy and greedy, but the tribe also learned to be shoddy and lacking catties and less than two, black-hearted cotton fake tobacco and water-injected meat, and no one should be despicable.

The newspapers in Texas and the United States were full of reports that Indians were big liars, saying that Indians were poor and lazy, and that they liked to cheat and cheat, which also sparked a big discussion in the newspapers about who was ugly between Indians and blacks.

The Oregon area is better, but basically with Denver as the dividing line, the Indians in the south now have a wrinkled, swarthy face, a big forehead, squinting eyes, and a short man with missing teeth, just like the legendary goblins in the hearts of Americans.

In the letter, Loczen said that she was all right, but when you think about it, how can she be okay under the blockade that the Americans have deliberately targeted?

How can a tribal society that has just come into contact with industrial civilization be good enough to rely on its own strength, in addition to maintaining its own survival, but also to support a White Rock City thousands of miles away?

The tribe sends a batch of supplies to White Rock City every six months, and before the Chinese New Year last year, it sent another 2,543 US dollars

Yuan, the crumpled zero tickets were tied into stacks with red rope, and some of them were still stained with black-brown blood.

The turtledove really couldn't bear it, and sent a batch of flower cloth to the tribe. This is also the only time in the past three years that White Rock City has given back to the tribe.

How embarrassing!

"Turtledove, you haven't seen Roczen in three years, have you?" Peso asked suddenly.

"yes!"

"Do you have ...... then," Peso asked with a narrow wink and a grin, "Uh......-huh?"

The peso looked as rough as a piece of gravel on the ground, but his mind was delicate, and he wanted to play tricks on the turtledove, but he couldn't say anything, but he blushed himself.

"You're asking me if I've ever thought about her?" Turtledove asked, taking the peso's words.

"Hmm!" Peso was overjoyed, and finally there was no need to say such embarrassing words. Then he looked at the turtledove with his eyes, and his heart went up and down. It's the same as lying under the wall and listening to the sound of other people's marriages, which is tense and exciting.

"Of course there is." Turtledove smiled and replied, "How can such a good woman not want her?"

During the three years in White Rock City, many people had suggested that turtledoves should marry another woman.

After all, he is the lord of White Rock City and the supreme leader of the Indian Alliance, how can he be alone?

Besides, some people are privately talking that Roczen is actually not pretty, and some are not worthy of their leader.

At that time, Roczen was Victorio's younger sister, no matter how beautiful or ugly, this identity alone was worthy of a turtledove to marry. But now, Victorio is dead, and the rebels are gone......

Moreover, some people say that in fact, after Luo Cén broke his appearance in the battle, he has become ugly and vicious, his waist is like a bucket, and his face is full of scars, how can such a woman be worthy of a turtledove?

Even Ikaruga has heard of such discussions.

He only commanded the crescent moon to clean up the people who said these words, and told them that the turtledove did not want others to talk about his wife.

As the leader of the Indian League, Turtledove couldn't control the mouths of these people, and he didn't bother to care.

But as Lotzen's husband, he must defend his wife.

In that small, dilapidated thatched hut, the turtledove, who had nothing at that time, asked the girl who was dressed up, "Lotzen, will you be my wife?" Whether I am rich or poor, healthy or sick, you will remain loyal to me until the end of my life?"

The girl, who was as wild as a begonia blooming on the plains, kissed the turtledove from the top of his head to the soles of his feet, and said to him, "Of course, I do!"

The words are still in my ears.

How can you regret what you promised at the time?

The girl who used to bathe in the morning sun and waited on the mountain path with a phoenix crown and a xiaxia curtain has not worn a new dress or bought a new piece of jewelry in the past three years, and she is even too busy to eat a hot meal......

How could a turtledove not want her?

……

Peso grinned, as if he had heard a voice from a bridegroom in the corner, and he was more satisfied than the bridegroom.

"I'll go out and see, turtledove!" Biso touched his hot cheek and said.

At this time, there were shouts outside the tent, like thunder and rain.