And so it came on May 28th.

Winfield in Mexico City finally receives supplies from New Orleans.

An old Humphreys sail frigate, staggering closer to the port of Veracruz. The sails on the ship had been torn off by the storm, and the bow of the ship seemed to have been hit by a hammer on the head, and the bow of the ship, which had been sharp, was now bald.

Carrot...... Three pounds......

That's all the supplies this frigate brings.

Winfield looked at the long-lost shredded carrot salad on his table, his face heavy.

Captain Kyle sat in front of him, watching Winfield divide the red vegetable salad in half into his plate, feeling that the silver fork in his hand weighed 1 ton.

"Eat, General Kyle!" Winfield commanded.

Kyle clutched his one-ton silver fork tightly, picked up the rosy carrot salad, and put it in his mouth.

"How's it taste?" Winfield asked.

"It's kind of ...... It's kind of weird. ”

"Can't get used to it?"

"Yes, General!" Kyle stood up and explained to Winfield, "General, please listen to me—"

"Sit down, Kyle, you've explained it to me three times!"

"General Scott, my ship has encountered a storm at sea, and you can ask any sailor, and they all know." Kyle insisted.

"Of course, it's the eve of the rainy season, the ocean is not calm, and although I am the commander of the army, I still maintain awe of the ocean!" Winfield said without hesitation.

"Also, the port of New Orleans was blown up by the Indians, and that's not something I can control." Kyle went on to explain.

"Of course, of course!" Winfield said slowly, "The Indians are filthy junk, like rats in a stinking gutter, and they are hard to guard against." It's not your fault. ”

Kyle gets Winfield's forgiveness, but he can't rest assured.

"I'm sorry, General, I'm full." Kyle put down his knife and fork.

"Full?"

"Yes."

"Oh," Winfield whispered, without looking up, "then hit the road!" ”

Two soldiers as majestic as a hill appear behind Kyle, grab his arms along his armpits, and lift him up.

"What are you going to do...... General Scott, what do you want to do? Kyle yelled.

In terms of rank, Winfield-Scott is indeed above him.

But the Army and Navy belong to different systems, and in theory, Winfield has no authority to dispose of him.

"Didn't your ship run into a storm?" Winfield asked.

"yes."

"What sad news that your ship and its people have perished to the bottom of the sea! You haven't been to Mexico City, your ship hasn't been in Veracruz, I haven't heard about the bombing of New Orleans, and supplies from Stockton are still coming soon......"

"What are you talking about, General Scott? Let go of me—" Kyle struggled, screaming, and a towel slipped into his mouth.

Kyle was completely speechless, except to see Winfield-Scott slowly stand up, walk up to him, and say, "What you find difficult to eat, is rare and delicious in Mexico City." You know, Kyle, don't talk about carrots in Mexico City, even food is running out! ”

Kyle shook his head desperately, his eyes filled with grievance and innocence.

"You think it's okay with you, do you?" Winfield laughed and said, "Do you know what the consequences would be if the news of the bombing of New Orleans got out?" The army can be without guns, but not without food, Kyle! ”

Kyle had horror in his eyes, but he couldn't say anything.

"That's right, you guessed it!" Winfield said: "May the Lord bless you, Amen!" ”

Kyle struggled hard, but the brawny man behind him punched him in the stomach, and he stopped in an instant.

"Don't worry, Kyle." Winfield said slowly, "In a few days, your body will be recovered from the sea—poor Kyle, although you haven't brought me a grain of grain, you have delivered me the news that I will bring you back to Virginia for burial!" ”

……

On May 30, Winfield-Scott decided to move north.

With only 2 weeks to go before Sherman, Jackson and McClellan set out, Winfield had to make a strategic adjustment and decided to go all out to open up the Texas lifeline first!

I originally thought that the blockade of the Indians was just a joke, but now it seems that MD has become a joke himself!

It was only by this time that Winfield discovered the viciousness of the Indians' tactics:

In the whole of Mexico, not only can you not find excess food, but even the people are difficult to find again!

The once busy farms, ranches and factories are now in ruins.

The grass grows fast at the beginning of summer, and within a few days the road is buried. The army marched along the faint road, only to see the shallow grass along the way, all the corpses that had not yet had time to decompose.

Between the layers of meat, wolves and rats shuttled back and forth, and even when someone passed by, they were not afraid at all. Instead, they will stare curiously at those who pass by, and their eyes will be full of doubt: why do these pieces of meat walk?

Who would have thought that just two weeks ago, 50,000 heavily armed U.S. troops were heading north along the same road.

At that time, they were in high spirits, and three of the most promising young men in the Union army, with great dreams, drank and sang on Bishop Hill in Monterrey.

McClellan was determined to pacify the Northwest and fight all the way up California to rebuild the Republic of Soromah.

- But now, he's in El Paso, fighting the coalition forces of Red Cloud and Old Crockett!

Thomas Jackson is Winfield's most promising young man, and although he doesn't seem to be as smart as the other two, his steady personality is what Winfield's appetite is the most, and if nothing else, Winfield is keen to promote him in the future.

- But now, he is stuck in the mud of street fighting in Kopacz, and for a while, he can neither win nor get out!

William Sherman was the sixth of the 1840 West Point graduates and a rare man among American generals who were willing to use their brains. The only drawback is that the experience is still insufficient, if he can hone for a while, I believe he will shine. Winfield handed over the command of the front to him, hoping that he would live up to his promise.

- But now, he can only lead a group of remnants of the defeated army into the forest of the Sierra Madre!

Winfield-Scott hasn't led a soldier in years.

Only this time, it had to be.

Others don't know, but he knows very well that the food in Mexico City can last for 1 month at most!

A cannon shot in the port of New Orleans blew up not only the port, but also 2,000 miles away, in Mexico City, half of his old life!

……

Once upon a time, it was slow, everything was slow.

But people's stomachs are hungry very fast.