"Smoke man, Yanba, do you think I'm beautiful?" Lotzen asked.

Yanba was silent, and finally the cigarette man mustered up his courage, showed a mouthful of big yellow teeth, and said, "Beautiful! ”

Luo Czen laughed, took off his mask, and asked, "If you look closely, do you think I'm beautiful?" ”

"Beauty...... Beautiful! The cigarette man said vigorously.

"Haha!" Roczen laughed loudly, his voice crisp like a in the woods in April. "Look at your sweat is coming out, say something nonsense, is there so much pressure?"

The cigarette man laughed twice and began to smoke.

The tribe lacks everything, but one thing is good, the tobacco is enough!

Roczen put his mask back on. He asked, "So, smoke man, do you think you're smart?" ”

The cigarette man nodded, do you still need to ask?

"Yanba, do you think the smoke man is a smart person?" Lotzen asked.

Salt shook his head, and even his mouth shook loudly. "If he's smart, I'm smarter than him!"

"Do you think you're smart?" Lotzen asked.

Yanba hesitated, "It's not stupid, is it?" ”

Roczen then laughed again and asked, "How is it compared to the greyhound and the parrot?" Or do you think you're smarter than the dead four-legged snakes and frogs? ”

Both the salt and the cigarette man fell silent.

The four-legged snake and the frog must have been smart, but they were dead.

Greyhound and Parrot are also smart, and now one of them is responsible for leading the troops, and the other is responsible for dealing with Scott, a profiteer, so naturally Salt Ba and Tobacco Man are not comparable.

"Lotzen, why are you telling us this?" Yanba asked.

Roczen's eyes were still bright outside the mask, but they were hazy with some mist. "Three years ago," she said softly, "the turtledove went north, taking with them only the beavers, the giant hard, and the pesos. There were so many people who founded the tribe with him back then, but only a few people could accompany him to the end—"

"yes, the turtledove is so hard!" Yanba said.

"—do you want to go on with him?" Lotzen asked.

"Of course!" "What else do you need to say?" The smoke man and the salt bass replied.

"Well, let's go to Texas!" Lotzen said.

Yan Nan was a little puzzled, but he had planted Da Sang in the tribe for so long, and he was very familiar with the crops in the ridges, but he couldn't figure out these twists and turns for a long time.

Yanba thought about it for a long time, thinking that he felt tired, and when he just had a clue, he forgot what he was thinking before, so he had to give up.

Anyway, with Roczen here, they don't have to think too much.

"Okay, let's go to Texas!" The smoke man and the salt bashi glanced at each other and replied categorically.

Sending off the cigarette man and the salt ba, Lorzen sat at the table for a while.

As if remembering something, he stood up, closed the door, unleashed it, walked to the innermost room, and took out a mirror from behind the cabinet.

By the light that came through the broken window, he took off his mask.

She reached out and touched the cold mirror, tears began to trickle down.

"Under your leadership, the Indians finally saw the dawn of hope......

"I don't want to be abandoned by you, I also want to go on with you......"

"However, they can still fight this last ......"

"I am...... I can't fight anymore......"

Three years ago, Turtledove left the tribe and headed north to establish a new base. Although I knew that it was important, there were still people who were left behind.

Is it abandonment? Isn't it abandoned? Count? Doesn't count...... Many nights, Loczen asked himself this.

But she didn't answer, she just put on the mask vigorously and racked her brains to run the tribe - this is what the turtledove left her!

Such a good tribe, turtledoves won't forget, right?

Still useful, right?

In the past three years, she has saved her own three meals a day and eaten rationed food like ordinary tribesmen.

The clothes on his body were still bought for him three years ago when Ikaruga was there, and in these three years, he has been sewing and mending for a long time, and has gone through winter after winter.

Under her leadership, the tribe went from between the teeth, from the needles and threads, from the broken window spirits, from the dung pits that dotted the fields...... Saved one income after another to support White Rock City.

All this is said to be for the great cause of the Indians, but in fact she just wants to prove that the tribe is not a useless thing!

If only the turtledove never came back!

That way, he can always feel useful and not have to come back to see him.

But he's going to come back eventually......

With the growth of the Indian Union, the series of industrial cities in the north, led by White Rock City, will become more and more important, and correspondingly, the mountains and forests and estates in the south will decline more and more.

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If you want to occupy a place in the new league, it is not enough to rely on old friends from the past.

After all, the southern part has to have something to handle.

What else can I take out of the south?

What else can the poor, hungry, filthy, sick South have to come up with?

There is nothing else, only a hot and enthusiastic heart, and a heart-to-heart that is dripping with blood...... Take it!

Scott gave her a trap, but she had to jump in—not just her, but the entire southern tribe.

Who said it was a trap?

It was clearly a candy that I had eaten for the first time in three years, and it was also a wonderful opportunity that I would never encounter again in the rest of my life!

……

By order from Major General Winfield Scott, commander of the U.S. Federal War Department, U.S. forces were to land from the port of Veracruz on May 1 to launch a general assault on Mexico City in late May.

Army Field Commander Zachary Taylor argued that the Army had suffered heavy losses in the capture of Tampico and would need at least a month to repair and would not be able to cooperate with the assault on Veracruz on May 1.

Both are the confidants of President Polk, although one is a major general and the other is a colonel, but the status gap is not so big that a major general can crush the colonel to death, not to mention that Zachary Taylor has been operating in the south for many years, and it is not something that Winfield Scott, who has parachuted in, can dispose of at will.

In the military system, Winfield-Scott is a senior officer, but when it comes to systems outside the military, Zachary Taylor can play a military man like Winfield Scott around.

"General Scott, I just want to know, when will the damn supplies come?" Zachary Taylor barged into Winfield-Scott's office and patted the desk to ask, giving the boss no face.

"Replenishment, Supply, Supply...... A batch of supplies arrived only last month! "Winfield-Scott was upset.

"What about this month? The bunnies ate yesterday, so they don't have to eat today? Zachary Taylor questioned.

The Mexican-American War is nearing its end, and there are not many opportunities to get supplies!