After a group of people made a plan in a lively manner, they went down the mountain to lead their troops.

Turtledove's side was not as fast as they were, and he had to wait until the team was pulled apart before he could leave.

There is a huge problem with the "Imperial Expedition", which can easily involve the strength of the combat troops.

Fifteen dollars left two companies to protect the turtledove, and still felt insufficient, every ten minutes or so, a herald rushed back from the front, reported to the turtledove the progress of the combat troops in front, and at the same time shouldered the task of confirming the condition of the turtledove.

Turtledoves have nothing to say about this.

If the team is still as long and short as before, there are dozens of long guns and short guns, and there are more than 100 big cats and dogs, this is naturally a great waste of manpower. But now that Baishi City has tens of thousands of troops, all the Indians in the northwest region are dominated by him, both nominally and in fact, and at this point, he is also a little involuntarily.

He no longer had to—couldn't, fight on the front lines with his team like he had done before.

Even he had lived the way he had despised before, with soldiers fighting bloody battles in front, and he himself sat like a mountain in the rear, and the old god was brewing a cup of jasmine tea from across the sea, looking at the expired "Sun", if there was a gramophone at this time, it would be more appropriate, and he might be able to listen to a little song or something.

He is in the middle of the battlefield, but he is beyond the battlefield.

Shortly after Fifteen led the generals away, the fiery sea of the valley slowly flowed north, as if it had found an exit.

It wasn't until the first torches had disappeared from the darkness in the distance that the herald came to report that he had asked the turtledove to move the main camp forward.

At this time, Fifteen Dollar was worried that the turtledove was too far away from him, and if something happened, he would not be able to take care of it.

Once again, Turtledove felt that the next time he said anything, he would no longer do such a thing as "Imperial Driving".

By the time the turtledove came down from the mountain, the brigade in front had gone far away, leaving only a steaming valley.

The campfire is still jumping, but the warriors around it have embarked on a new journey.

A group of soldiers patrolling the camp suddenly stopped and saluted in the direction of the turtledove from a distance. They needed to stay behind to guard the captives, and there was no way to participate in the next trip north.

The turtledove saluted them from afar.

The group of soldiers seemed to be taken aback, and one by one their bodies tensed up like bullet yellow, straightening up, and not moving at all.

The turtledoves were a little far away from them, otherwise they would have heard the warriors whispering a little tremblingly.

- "Oh no, I'm just saluting, why did he see us?"

- "How could a turtledove find us from such a distance?"

- "How do I know? He shouldn't be able to see us!"

- "Don't move, he's looking at me!"

- "He's not coming, is he?" I don't have my belt fastened, what should I do?"

However, the turtledove had no intention of leaning over, and the group of trembling little warriors watched the turtledove go away with both anticipation and disappointment, and cold sweat broke out on their backs.

These guys were so nervous that they didn't want to think that they were shining behind a campfire, they looked at others in the dark, but they were shining brightly, how could the turtledove not see them?

The big man they had seen on weekdays was nothing more than their own company commander or regiment commander, and they hadn't even seen fifteen dollars a few times.

But today I saw a turtledove here, and when I return from patrolling, I'm afraid it won't blow for a year.

……

Along the mountain road ahead, the turtledove and his group slowly walked north.

Peso led his horse and followed, humming strange songs, laughing inexplicably from time to time, and not knowing what he was doing silly.

When they reached a turn, they saw a hunchbacked old man resting against a rock, and next to him was a burden, covered with a cloth of unknown color.

The turtledove paused and asked, "Old man, you

What are you picking?"

The old man, hearing the question, looked up with all his might, and smiled at the turtledove, muttering something as fast as his mouth went.

Peso leaned over and said to the turtledove, "This is a Judah, and he doesn't speak Cherokee—"

"No, I'll say!" The old man abruptly interrupted the translation of the peso, and said with difficulty, "I will say that I am an Indian too!"

The turtledove laughed, drove the peso away, leaned against the rocks as the old man did, pointed to his burden, and asked, "What are you picking here?"

The old man's Cherokee language is not good, but pulling back and forth can finally convey a meaning. "It's a pancake!"

"Pancakes?" The turtledove asked curiously, "Can I take a look?"

The old man lifted the corner of the cloth on the burden, and saw that a whole load of bread was stacked inside, and it was still steaming.

The old man proudly said to the turtledove, "When they were singing and dancing on the other side of the valley, I took the opportunity to bake these cakes!"

"Where are you going to pick this?" Turtledove asked.

"I'll go wherever the soldiers go!" The old man said, "You can't let them go hungry to war, can you?"

"Then they may have to go a long way!"

"Hehe," said the old man with a smile, "where they can go, of course I can go."

"Do you have any children at home?"

"Yes, yes."

"In the front army?"

The old man took a pipe from his waist and silently stuffed tobacco leaves into it. The scythe in his hand touched several times but did not produce a spark, and at the signal of the turtledove, Peso took out a fuse lighter from his waist and lit a cigarette for the old man.

The old man spat out a mouthful of choking circles before he said, "I have had five children, the eldest son died of illness not long after he was born, the second son was also taken away by the white man when he was a teenager, the third son went to the boarding school of the church and never returned, and the fourth son grew up but was lost during a grazing trip......

The turtledove listened to him quietly and did not interrupt him.

「…… The fifth son later joined the army, and I have been fighting everywhere all these years, so I will carry a burden and follow him everywhere. Sometimes I heard that he was in the south, so I went south, and sometimes I heard that he was in the north, so I went north. But what I heard was always delayed, and when I got there, he didn't know where he had gone."

The turtledove's eyes became a little moist, and she rubbed her eyes as she avoided the smoke. He asked, "Then you haven't seen him in a long time, right?"

The old man replied, "The last time I saw him, it was the year before last when I celebrated the Chinese New Year, and it has been almost two years."

Turtledove then said, "When this battle is over, you will surely see him again." What's his name? If I see him, I'll ask you for you, and I'll let you see him again!"

"Hehe," the old man said, rubbing his eyes, "You're a big official, aren't you?"

"Well, it's not too big, it's okay!"

"Then don't fool around, it's important to fight! As long as I can drive away the white people, what is the point of my old man running around—his name is Shu, and if you see him, remember to ask me."

"Okay, I'll help you ask."

"It doesn't matter if it's inconvenient for him to come back, you tell him to eat more, the last time I came back, I saw that he was as thin as a monkey......

The old man chattered until he finished smoking a pot of cigarettes, and then put away the cigarette stick and inserted it on his belt: "Let's go, the battle ahead should be almost over, and I will send this load of bread over, and I can still let them eat a hot meal!"