When Livingston's dungeon opened, the sound of wailing from the ground reached the surface.

This time, both the Indians and the American soldiers heard it.

……

One by one, torches were planted at the entrance to the dungeon, and several soldiers of Tonathiu removed the barriers at the entrance, making it an empty place.

A terrible howl came from the entrance to the underground, and the sound was moving.

In the light of the torches, a figure stood in front of the entrance to the cave.

"Stop! Don't fight! The watermill held his hands high, and he had no gun in his hands.

"We're not vampires! Real vampires, underground! The watermill stepped out of the way, revealing the entrance to the ground, and said into the darkness, "If any of you want to know the truth, come and see!" ”

"You may not believe what I say, but there's an old guy named Crick alive who seems to have something to say to some of you!" The watermill said.

After a while, two white soldiers, with guns in their hands, aimed at the waterwheel, and slowly walked over step by step.

"What's down there?" One of the white soldiers asked.

"A prison!" The watermill replied, "The devil's prison!" ”

A strange howl kept coming from the entrance, and the two white soldiers hesitated for a moment and waved their guns towards the hole, "Lead the way!" ”

The watermill laughed, "This is your barracks, you live here day and night, do you still need one of my Indians to lead the way?" ”

That being said, he walked into the entrance with his leg raised.

Two white soldiers followed one after the other.

They descended the wet steps to the slaughtering board, where the two white soldiers vomited with a 'wow' like the waterwheel at the beginning—when the eyes, nose, and ears are all irritated, vomiting is the most basic physiological response of man.

The waterwheel took the torches from the walls and carried them through the cell.

They saw rusty chains, glittering knives, bloodstained white gloves, spherical glassware, and all sorts of strange tools of unknown use......

There were still many people alive in the cages, most of them mutilated, some were still rolling in pain, and some were curled up and motionless like dead dogs.

None of them spoke, and when they got here, they didn't need to introduce anything, everything was clear at a glance.

Suddenly, the sound of wheels creaking came from behind them, and the two frightened white soldiers hurriedly turned around, only to see a snow-white corpse lying on its back on top of a wooden cart.

"Gram...... Colonel Crick? The two white soldiers rushed first.

It's just that the Crick on the wooden cart has not moved at all.

"Colonel Crick!" The white soldier hurriedly took off his clothes and wrapped them around Crick's body.

The watermill moved the torches a little closer so that the two soldiers could see better.

Creek had a thin wire on his forehead on his side, and the soldier reached out to pull it out, but the watermill stopped him.

"If you pull it out, he'll die in no time!"

The soldier's hand suddenly stopped, and he quickly let go. But he saw that Crick's cheeks were spasming, and he put his ear close to Crick's lips, looking more and more surprised.

Creek's voice was so small that even the watermill didn't know what he was talking about.

Only in the end, Crick's body struggled violently as if it had been suddenly struck, and then he stopped moving like a puppeteer with a broken clockwork.

The soldier pressed his ear to Crick's chest and shook his pale body violently from the plank.

At last he stood up with a gloomy face, and said to his companions, "Colonel Crick has ...... The soul has returned to heaven! ”

His companion hung his head down, not knowing what he was thinking, except for the cessation of the cross on his chest, and the muttering of a sound in his mouth.

"Indians," the soldier said, turning to the waterwheel, "what's your name?" ”

The watermill replied, "Waterwheel! ”

"Oh, waterwheel," the soldier suddenly thought of something, looked at the waterwheel seriously, and asked, "You are the leader of the legendary legion in White Rock City?" ”

"I don't know which Legion of Legends you're talking about, my Legion is called Tonatiu."

"Sure enough, it's you!" The soldier said. "Did Mr. Crick say anything else to you?"

"No, he didn't say anything to me." The watermill replied. "When I found him, he was locked in that huge glass container. Then I rescued him, who was very weak by then, and he told me to call some soldiers in, and I did! ”

The soldier looked at the watermill with a fierce look in his eyes, and then became very tired again. "Well, that's it! I'm going to take Mr. Crick's body, is that okay? ”

The watermill was silent for a moment: "Yes!" ”

So the two soldiers carried Creek towards the entrance. When he was about to walk out of the entrance, the soldier said to the waterwheel, "Can you keep this matter a secret?" ”

"Huh? What's the matter? The watermill asked.

"About the secret cell below Livingston Barracks, I want you to keep it a secret." The soldier said.

The watermill thought for a moment and shook his head: "I can, but, listen, there are still people alive inside?" What about them, can they keep a secret for you? ”

"Then dispose of them!" Another soldier said suddenly.

The watermill laughed.

"Listen, Mr. Watermill, this is going to be a big scandal like never before. When Mr. Crick's body is transported back to Washington, there will be a major earthquake that will kill many, many people! ”

"That's why I asked you to take him," the watermill said, pointing to Crick's body and saying, "I'd love to see Washington bleed!" ”

The two white soldiers stood somewhat stiffly in place. The feeling that they had to jump into it even though they knew there was a trap ahead was disgusting.

However, they could not let Crick's body go untouched.

Crick's title was the supreme commander of the Northwest Theater, and in theory, even Governor Fremont could not call him during the battle.

His military rank is colonel, and in the entire federal army sequence, he already belongs to the class close to the top.

During this period, the highest military rank of the American Federation was Major General, and the reason why there were no lieutenant generals and generals was because George Washington, the founding father of the United States, had the rank of lieutenant general, and it was impossible for the generals to have a higher rank than the founding father, right?

Take Crick's body, and at least they can control the pace of this earthquake a little. If this corpse is left in the hands of someone with bad intentions, it will be the greatest disaster.

……

"Mr. Waterwheel, we have two hundred soldiers who can help you with this!" After a short standoff, the white soldier said, "These people must be disposed of!" ”

The watermill was stunned for a moment, and said with a nonchalant smile: "Coincidentally, I have two thousand soldiers coming down from the mountain, and they don't want you to help with this!" These people must not be disposed of! ”

The watermill put its finger in its mouth and whistled, and many shadows slowly appeared in the darkness, and soon a cuckoo chirping sounded on the hill.

"Or I can do you a favor and get Crick's body straight to Washington and give it to The Sun or the Herald," said the watermill. ”

The two white soldiers were stunned for a moment, and the one holding the corpse said, "Okay, let's make things easier." At least until a federal court-martial's hearing, let them keep it a secret, do you think it's okay? ”

"And what do I get?" The watermill asked.

"General Stephen Carney will thank you!"

"I don't need a 'thank you very much', I don't believe in friendships and agreements, I like real things." ”

"I have to admit that you have a good chip now, Mr. Watermill! General Carney will be here soon, so you might as well have your top brass talk to him, what do you think? ”

The watermill laughed, and the face burned by chlorine gas became particularly eerie.

"I think that's the only way to do it!"