Fremont's body was hung on a makeshift cross, which of course had nothing to do with Christ, but simply because the structure was suitable for hanging people.

Dark night isn't good for cleaning up the battlefield, but it's great for a bonfire.

The mighty torches finally converged on the hill of the North 21st outpost, making the entire hill light up into a large torch.

At first, there were people crying hoarsely, and when Fremont's body was hung up, cheers rang out from all over the mountain. People rushed to tell each other, telling about the ups and downs and tribulations along the way.

The sound of the wooden flute is no longer resentful and sad, but full of joy and joy. Even if there were corpses all over the floor, even if the living people were wrapped in bloody bandages, it still couldn't stop the spread of this happy atmosphere.

The captured American soldiers were gathered together and accepted the fate of being shot in line - at this time, no one could stop them, not even the turtledoves.

The volcano has erupted, is there any plug that can plug the crater?

As Fremont said before his death, the road to reconciliation has been completely blocked. This is just the beginning.

It's not about kindness and kindness.

Since the founding of the United States, the massacres of Indians have never stopped.

If there is really a God in this world, he has not stopped the white people in the past three hundred years and persuaded them to be kind, why should he go back to the Indians and let the Indians be kind?

The shooting proceeded quickly, and it took more than ten minutes to complete.

But it wasn't until more than an hour later that someone could be heard recharging guns at the stacks of corpses.

Even during the Chinese New Year, everyone was not so happy.

……

When the turtledove arrived at the North 21 outpost, it was already the middle of the night.

Illuminated by torches as bright as day, he ascended to the heights of the North 21st post.

There used to be many craggy rocks on the mountains here, but now they have almost been blown flat.

The giant horn blew vigorously to announce the arrival of the turtledove.

A black flag rose in the light of the skyrocketing fire.

From the mountains and forests all over the sky, the excited cries of people can be heard everywhere.

Some are shouting: "Turtledove! Turtle dove! ”

Some are shouting: "Indians! Indians! ”

Others are shouting: "Victory! Victory! ”

Like a pot of boiling water, no one can stop their orgy.

Supplies from the rear were sent one after another, and those people who came from afar also frantically joined in this carnival, boiling the already boiling water even hotter.

"From now on, under the sky and on the land of Oregon, we Indians have the final say!"

"From now on, we will take root here, cultivate the land, and build our own homeland!"

"From now on, we will no longer have to fear any enemy, because we have an invincible force!"

Standing under the fluttering banner of hunting, the turtledove said to the group of officers of White Rock City who were standing silently.

"Give the order to all the Indians on all sides!"

"If they are tortured at the guns and whips of the whites, if they can't stand the endless demands and exploitations of the whites, come to Oregon!"

"If they want to live happily with their own hands, if they also want a free land and sky, protect Oregon!"

"Give the order to the Indians down the mountain!"

"Give a decree to all the Indians west of the Missouri River, from Oregon to Mexico!"

"Give a decree to all the Indians from the Atlantic to the Pacific!"

"From now on, the Indians will protect themselves!"

"Come to Oregon!"

"Join us in changing the world!"

***

Dawn had not yet arrived, but news of Fremont's defeat at Livingston had already spread in all directions.

The horses that reported the news galloped wildly in the night, the carrier pigeons took off overnight, and many people were woken up from the bed, holding candles and sleepless all night.

In the trading floor of Fort Laramie, the price of gold, which was originally $1.5 per gram, soared to $2.

The trading room was brightly lit, and everyone from the manager to the guys was sweating profusely, and some of them had just been pulled out of the bed, wearing only a single coat, but they were busy in the mountains of documents without caring about anything.

At the same time, the prices of almost all commodities such as grain, cloth, and iron need to be reestimated.

Some of the merchants who were rushing to the warehouse in horse-drawn carriages to complete the delivery had forgotten to put on their shoes.

At about 4 o'clock in the morning, the entire Fort Laramie is lit up and every shop, every company is busy.

Lorčen-Loach, as the chairman of the Lorčen Commercial Bank, has locked himself in his office since the 16th, not seeing anyone and not saying anything.

So on the 17th.

The same was true on the 18th.

At 2 o'clock in the morning of the 19th, when everyone in the company was worried about this, I suddenly heard the door of the chairman's office upstairs being pushed open with a bang.

Lolchen-Loach appeared on the balcony of the second floor of the bank with a mess of chicken nest hair, crimson and puffy eyes, a red shirt that was open to his chest, not properly tied to his belt, a leather shoe on his foot, and a large suitcase in his hand.

The bank staff on duty were all startled by the 'clang' and ran into the hall to look up at their chairman, Lorchen-Loach.

I saw Lorqin-Loach with two cigars in his mouth, and his nostrils looked like two huge chimneys.

Holding a half-smashed bottle in his hand, he took a sip of a cigar and poured himself a sip of wine.

Just when the staff thought their chairman was crazy, Lorchen-Loach dropped the red wine bottle in his hand down the hall and slammed it to the ground with a crisp thud!

"I, Lorchen-Loach, hereby officially declare—"

He threw the cigar in his hand downstairs, the high-end flintlock lighter in his hand, and even his shirt and threw it downstairs!

"The Lorchen Commercial Bank, from now on, will be, no, become, the largest commercial bank west of the Mississippi River!"

"And one of the three largest banks in the Americas!"

"Tomorrow, I'm going to make acquisitions of British Northwest, Russia America, and Louisiana!"

"To celebrate this great decision, and to reward you colleagues for your hard work!"

"Take it!"

Lorchen-Loach lifted the huge box on the ground and opened it, and a large pile of green bills fell from it!

The hall of the Lorchen Commercial Bank was five meters high, and after the large pile of banknotes fell from it, it flew in the air and fell to the ground for a long time, like butterflies flying in the air.

Lolchen-Loach pulls the cigar box out of his trouser pocket and puts it back in his mouth, only to find that he doesn't have a lighter.

The bodyguard at the door hurriedly handed over the ignited fire rope, and Lorqin-Loach picked up a $50 bill on the ground, lit it on it, and then lit his cigar.

"Go, Tim, go and call the best opera company in Fort Laramie! Go and call Mayor Peter Davis! I've got all the three venues for Sissi, Yin Lianna, and Helen, let them all come! ”

"What's the name of that pianist who is touring Denver, Liszt or Chopin? Let him play a song for me Lorqin-Loach Commercial Bank, and the price is whatever he wants! ”

"Ask for the best painting from the Hudson School and the Braque School! There is only one requirement, and it must be great! Great enough to deserve the price of $100,000! ”

"Lorqin Commercial Company, starting today, will change the world!"