The Alamo is a riverside valley beneath the mountains, and three hundred years ago it was an Indian settlement, and its original name was 'Yanaguana', which means 'where clear water flows'.

Spaniards, French, Mexicans, Americans come and go here, but by now, the Alamo has nothing to do with the Indians.

Even digging into the soil beneath the Alamo reveals Spanish missionaries, French nuns, Mexican soldiers, and even Texas cowboys...... If you want to see the Indians, you have to dig deeper into the ground.

However, the Alamo is located in the Tropic of Cancer, with suitable sunshine and a warm climate; Backed by high mountains, the door faces the sea, and the rain is abundant; The Indians were in vogue for burial, and the Spaniards and French, after 'bringing civilization here,' did not tell the Indians to find themselves a coffin first, and just threw them on the ground - the corpses were very decomposable. Therefore, it is probably impossible to find the bones of the Indians in the soil and talk to them.

Besides, even if a talking Indian is dug out of the dirt, he can't talk.

Who knows what the language of this Indian was like?

Most of the Indians did not know what 'San Antonio' or 'Alamo' was, but only 'Yanaguana'—which is still unknown from where it came from, and may not be true.

On the Tropic of Cancer on May 21, the nights were short and the days were long.

William Sherman counted the days with a stopwatch and kept complaining about how dawn hadn't come yet!

The Indians underground, however, should be very happy, because they have moved a new neighbor upstairs, and it is so lively.

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Fifteen dollars made their way down the trench, with layers of corpses along the way.

At the end of another section of the trench, the corpses were piled up, and he walked straight to the top of the trench as if he were walking on the steps.

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I accidentally stepped on a rib under my foot, and the sole of my foot sank into my chest, which was still a little warm, and when I pulled it out again, my whole foot turned red.

As he made his way to a clearing, he kicked a broken palm with a whitish eyeball clenched tightly in it.

A lot of soft, wet stuff was thrown all over the floor, and it was impossible to tell what it was in the dark. The land of Texas is fertile and soft, and it is fair to bury both Indians and whites.

"Priest, please wait a moment, it's still a war zone ahead!" The guards around him stopped him.

"A war zone? Are whites so brave? ”

"Not really," explained the guard, "and half an hour after the battle began, they began to flee. It's just that we blocked their escape route and divided and surrounded them. ”

Fifteen listened intently.

"Sounds like torture?"

"This ...... I'm not very sure. The guard replied.

"Then I'll just wait," said Fifteen Dollar, "I'm trying to learn love and kindness, and I can't see anything too cruel...... It's okay to listen to it! ”

At this time, on the battlefield of the Alamo, probably because of the scattered fires, the night fog took on a dense red color.

From the red night mist, there was a miserable howl.

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William Sherman stood on the hillside and took one last look at the battlefield beneath his feet.

He had never seen such a terrible war.

Although he was also full of blood, and was accustomed to seeing mountains of corpses and blood, he had never been so violently shocked as he was today.

Under the scarlet night mist, both Indians and whites ended up as ants that only knew how to bite.

He had seen piles of corpses piled together, but he had never seen patches of corpses scattered on the ground.

Moreover, most of those corpses are under his command!

Just six hours earlier, he had asked his soldiers to hold out for at least one day.

But it only took half an hour for his soldiers to begin to flee.

After two hours, his orders could no longer be transmitted to the front-line positions, and there was a company-level or even regimental formation on the battlefield.

Three hours later, he had to transfer his command.

Four hours later, the commander of his personal guard told him that if he didn't retreat, he would have to be trapped here.

After 4.5 hours, he wrote his last letter to Thomas Jackson in the south, then set himself on fire to his camp and began to retreat north in an arc around the Alamo.

At this time, he was glad that he had taken the lead in sending a force of two thousand men into the Madre Mountains, intending to attack from the north of the Alamo.

This army, which he didn't have much hope for, has now become a lifesaver for him.

The Alamo frontal battlefield is out of control, but for the federal army, the defeat of the Alamo battlefield does not mean that they have lost this battle.

Looking at the scarlet Alamo battlefield below, listening to the faint wail in his ears, a strange smile gradually appeared on William Sherman's gloomy and gloomy face.

"Kill people, I will too!"

"Let's compare!"

He gritted his teeth and muttered to himself for a while, a sneer coming out of his mouth.

The night breeze was blowing, but the mountains and forests behind him seemed extremely quiet.

After a while, he took a company of infantry that had withdrawn from the battlefield with him, and turned and burrowed into the reckless forests of the Sierra Madre.

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Unbeknownst to William Sherman, his letter was not delivered to Thomas Jackson.

Even if it did, Thomas Jackson wouldn't be able to come to the Alamo.

Thomas Jackson captured Copache in less than half a day, shattering the Indians' proud 'Aconcagua Line'.

But then, he had to defend with all his strength, lest Kopache be recaptured by the Indians.

He really couldn't understand why there were so many Indians in a ruined city.

He also couldn't understand that those Indians who had come from afar to reinforce them, even though they only had a thin line, dared to charge towards Kopache under his artillery fire?

What he couldn't understand was that the young Indian would rather risk his death than bring one of his troops into an ambush! There was also an old Indian with gray hair, who was limping even when he walked, and with a powder bag strapped all over his body, trying to get close to him......

What's even more amazing is that according to the information obtained from the interrogation of the captives, the leader of this Indian rebel army is named 'Hai', and it turned out to be a woman!