Little Andre was so angry that he still felt pain until now.

While the beaver and Davis were negotiating, he sat on the sidelines and listened. Davis was talking about a river of people, and only a dozen people in the seat looked like nothing.

There was no suppressed contempt for the Indians in his mouth, and he even said such insulting words as 'half-orcs'.

Little Andre couldn't help but think at that time, he didn't want to fight for the title of wise priest, and he had to fight with the arrogant guy in front of him-

But the other party just said something else, maybe a joke, little Andre couldn't remember it clearly, but he succeeded in calming little Andrei's anger.

- "The Art of Speech", a textbook at Harvard University, also translated by White Rock University.

But it's clear that the white man is a little more sophisticated. John Davis's mastery of this art was able to ignite the anger of the Indians, but also to control it from exploding, and finally to guide the Indians to consume their energy and lose their minds in anger, and the harsh conditions felt less harsh......

Aggression is not only in the guns, but also in the mouths of diplomats.

……

At the door of Kadodo's office, the communications officer, after being inspected in accordance with the regulations, came in unhurriedly, and methodically prepared to put the latest information on the 'to be read' file shelf next to it.

Turtledove walked over quickly, took it, and opened the file—

"Haha, the Blood Wolf has taken Fort Bent!"

He held the information in his hand, raised his hand high, and the smile on his face was about to overflow.

"Look, the Blood Wolf has taken Fort Bent!"

"What? Show me! "Quick! Show me! "I'll see!" Everyone in the office rushed to the turtledove, and seven or eight hands reached out to the turtledove in unison, and finally little Andre succeeded in defeating his colleagues and snatching the information from the turtledove's hands.

"Hah, the Blood Wolf has taken Fort Bent!" Little Andre let out the same exclamation as the turtledove.

The information in his hand was snatched by the other hand.

Immediately, the man was also like a demon, and let out a wild laugh: "Haha, the blood wolf has taken Fort Bent!" ”

"Haha, the Blood Wolf has taken Fort Bent!"

By the end, everyone laughed, and some wiped tears while laughing.

Bentburg was like a thorn in the back, so that White Rock City did not dare to move in the slightest, and now, it can finally be pulled out!

Go to TM's Stephen Carney!

Go to TM's Expeditionary Force!

Go to TM's John Davis!

The communications officer straightened out the shelves, registered them in the corresponding directory, and exited the office, without interfering with the mad revelry of the bigwigs.

The structure of Baishi City has gradually improved, and in addition to the army, it has also formed its own civil and official system, so that everyone is not crowded to do things like in the mountain and forest tribes.

- "Principles of Scientific Management", under normal circumstances, it would not have been published until the 20th century. The five functions of planning, organizing, coordinating, directing, and controlling management have not been studied in either London or New York, and whites still generally believe that whips and prisons are the most effective ways to manage.

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White Rock City University has, Turtledove co-authored with Fifteen Dollars.

……

John Davis was asked to hold a second round of negotiations with the Beavers.

Before the negotiations, he received a special gift - 300 human heads, piled up in the open space of the embassy district, presented in the form of a city wall, 5 meters long, 5 meters wide and 2.5 meters high, strung with wire to prevent it from collapsing.

"Mr. John Davis, they all died because of you!" The beaver smiled and accompanied John Davis on a tour of his presents.

John Davis didn't say a word, and Stephen covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief, and was silent.

John Davis soon laughed, though: "It's a memorable gift, and I can't thank you enough if you can help me get them back to Washington." ”

"It seems that Mr. Davis is well-informed and doesn't care much about the life and death of American soldiers, right?" Beaver asked.

"I've seen more heads than this, and that's still in Minnesota, do you know the Kree?" John Davis glanced at the beaver, smiled, and said, "Uh, it looks like you don't know, and it's not your fault, because there are no Kree people in Minnesota anymore!" Their corpses are piled up together, there are so many more than here that they could fill the entire White Rock City! ”

Never compare the lower limit with white people, Turtledove's intimidation strategy is not so effective.

Not every white man is a coward, such as John Davis, who is brave and calm, and even the beaver is no match for him.

"If you return to Washington with a failed outcome in the negotiations, President Polk should be happy with you, right?" Beaver asked.

"He must be angry," Davis said, "and he would be angry to see you so cruel, why didn't he kill you orcs in the first place!" ”

"Sounds like we should thank you for sparing your lives? Either way, now it's our turn as survivors to avenge the victims—"

"Colonel Stephen Carney's army is at Fort Bent," John Davis interrupted the beaver, "Is it the Union Army's guns that are unfavorable?" Or did the Union army kill not enough Indians? We're sitting at the same table, but you shouldn't have the illusion that White Rock is really on an equal footing with Washington! ”

"The guns of the Indians are not disadvantageous!" The beaver said with a smile.

He deliberately rummaged through his coat pocket for a long time, then pulled out a piece of information with the news of the fall of Fort Bent, written in Indian language, and handed it to John Davis.

John Davis took it, his face changed slightly, and returned it to the beaver. "What is written on it? I don't recognize this inferior language! ”

The beaver did not care, and set this piece of information on fire in front of this wall of human heads, and said in his mouth: "Burn them to comfort their spirits in heaven—and they will not be allowed to live in peace after death!" Mr. John Davis, please, the negotiating room has been replaced—"

……

The second round of talks between the Beavers and John Davis continued in a cordial and friendly atmosphere and did not lead to anything.

John Davis still insists that the terms of the agreement are immutable, but he agrees to change some of the rhetorical aspects of the agreement......

He argues that the news of the fall of Bengtburg may not be true.

Even if it's true, it doesn't mean anything. A Bent Fort is just a castle, and as long as Stephen Carney's army is around, White Rock will have to accept negotiations with the federal government.

For the Mexican battlefield in the south, Stephen Carney's expeditionary force was completely reduced to a partial division. But this detachment is still strong, and for the Indians, it is still irresistibly strong.

Once an expeditionary force with the goal of conquering Oregon and Upper California, it can now only serve as a containment and deterrent to White Rock.

This doesn't fit in with the War Department's plan, but it's the only card John Davis can still play right now, and it's his king bomb - if the Indians don't accept it, then flip the table!

The American Commonwealth can afford to beat the west of the Missouri River into white ground!

You can also afford to lose this expeditionary force!

The question is, can the Union of Indians afford to lose White Rock?

Either agree to the terms of the federal government, or let the expeditionary force and the Indian Union die together!

Lose-lose!

Do you dare?

- "The Art of Negotiation", a textbook from West Point, which has not yet had time to be translated by White Rock University.

But it is clear that this strategy has never worked since the white man set foot on the land of America.

The Indians cherish their own pots and jars, so threaten them with these jars and jars!

Let it suffer, let it succumb!

……

Before I knew it, another 2 days had passed.

On a vast 200-square-kilometer stretch of land, from Oregon in the north to Denver in the south, from Dakota in the east to California in the west, there are military camps, outposts, factories, farms, and ranches...... are all pulling people.

They were either in groups of three or five, or in a group of more than a dozen people, and began to assemble in the direction of White Rock City.

They are nocturnal and secretive, and even they do not know what their mission is.

They just received an order that required strict secrecy:

Go to White Rock City and be on standby!