About 100 kilometres north of Chikaso is the River Reid, and about 400 kilometres east along the Reid River is the Cape Beauforti Plantation.

This is already the territory of Louisiana, and the traces of the French are now gone, and the Americans have completely renovated a large piece of land after buying it from Napoleon.

Not only did it split the huge Louisiana into 15 states, but it also carried out a lot of 'de-Frenchization' actions on the land, including but not limited to the expulsion of French people, the ban on the use of French, the modification of French place names, and the confiscation of French property.

Today, the place called 'Louisiana' is different except that the name is the same as the original 'Louisiana'. The French left nothing but a thought.

The destruction of native culture by colonial culture is complete, devastating, and non-renewable.

It is worth mentioning that the role played by the French in the Americas is not honorable, but the colonists came and went in this land, and it was the local inhabitants who were unlucky.

There are five huge mounds in the plantation of Cape Beauforti, and some say that the ancestors of the Indians are buried underneath, while others say that it is an ordinary altar. Of course, there are also people who have dug it up and examined it, but found nothing.

The history of the Indians has come to an end in this land once and for all, as if they had never existed.

William Sherman, with the remnants of his army, arrived on the last day of August.

The farmer tried his best to please him, even letting his eight adopted daughters do a sand dance for him, but it still couldn't ease Sherman's nervousness.

It's not safe, but his soldiers are in dire need of repair.

Even the Iron Men had to stop and repair after nearly two months of the trek from Mexico's Fifth District.

What's more, Sherman didn't want to return to the United States with such a remnant army - at least, he wanted to let the people who came to receive this army understand that although the 100,000 American army was exhausted, the army under his command was still complete, high-spirited, and combative!

Winfield-Scott is too old to age!

John Wool hesitated!

Thomas Jackson has a name!

George McClellan is brave and unscrupulous!

It's not that he William Sherman can't do it, it's that his teammates are all pigs, and he can't take it!

He didn't want others to see his embarrassment, he just wanted others to feel that being able to escape with blood in such a mortal situation was already the pinnacle of human beings.

The United States still needs him, and the Union Army still needs him......

“…… Many people think that this war should be over by now, after all, the Union army has just suffered a crushing defeat and cannot afford to retaliate again in a short time......"

In his tenth letter to Zachary Taylor, Sherman wrote:

“…… But I don't think so, I think the war with the Indians has just begun, or rather, it's just the beginning of a feast. We will then have a cruel, hellish war, in which both the Indians and we will have to struggle, and we will only be able to crawl out of hell by killing the enemy......"

“…… We must make our enemies realize that to fight against us, we must face cruelty and cruelty, and only then will they take the initiative to ask us for an armistice......"

“…… I didn't lose, the Union Army didn't lose, and the United States of America didn't lose! We just need a break, a short break......"

……

Sherman was so tired that he fell asleep on his desk before he could finish his letter.

When he was awakened by the sound of gunshots, he found himself surrounded by a heavy crowd.

The soldiers who guarded him had long since disappeared.

"Who are you? What are you going to do? ”

Sherman stood up and shouted.

The soldiers who surrounded him were all white, and his first reaction was that there had been a mutiny. After all, at the time of defeat, the probability of such a thing happening is still very high.

A white man in a black coat stepped out from behind the soldiers surrounding him, took off his cowboy hat from his head, pulled a spear in his hand, and inserted it back into the holster around his waist.

"William Tecusey Sherman?"

Sherman looked at him coldly, "Who are you?" ”

The white man shrugged his shoulders and said, "My name is Arvada Jankulovsky, you probably haven't heard my name, you don't have to remember it, it doesn't make much sense to remember it." I heard that your marksmanship is good? ”

Sherman thought for a moment and said, "What I'm best at is commanding soldiers to fight!" ”

"That's to let others die, and hide in the back to watch the show!" Yankulovsky picked up the stationery on the table, glanced at it casually, and said: "Cruel? Who will only drive others to die, who are qualified to use this word? That's just the most lame excuse for incompetent cowards looking for their own incompetence! I'll give you a chance, I'll count to three—"

Sherman reached out to draw his gun, only to find a chill in the back of his waist.

When he looked back, he saw a mustache standing quietly behind him, looking at him with a smile and a groan.

The dagger in the mustache's hand spun as he smiled, and Sherman felt something fall from under his ribs into his stomach.

"—You're too slow!"

Two soldiers on the left and right stepped forward, grabbed Sherman's hands, and tightly clamped his body with the man behind him.

Jankulovsky pulled out a shiny dagger in his hand, cut it through the trachea of his neck, pulled it down to his chest, and in his horrified eyes, pulled out a red thing and placed it in front of his eyes.

"Do you want it?" Yankulovsky asked the mustache.

The mustache's face stiffened and he sneered.

Jankulovsky sniffed and threw the red object on the silver plate handed by his attendant, his heart still beating slowly.

"Do you think it's cruel?" Yankulovsky asked.

Then he replied to himself: "Cruelty can happen to everyone, but there are some people who always feel that such a thing will not happen to them." ”

He looked back and saw that Sherman had stopped breathing.

……

"Thomas Cole!"

Yankulovsky shouted at the mustache who was walking towards the door.

"Is there a business introduction? Mr. Mayor? Thomas Cole didn't look back and asked.

"No, Mr. Cole!" Jankulovsky said: "I'm just giving you a reminder that what I said to Sherman just now was also said to you!" ”

'Which word?' You're too slow' – is that it? ”

"Anyone can be cruel, but you need to think carefully before you do something, whether such a thing will also fall on your head one day - east of the Mississippi River you can do whatever you want, but west of the Mississippi River, you better not mess around!" Jankulovsky said.

"Hahaha!" Thomas Cole smiled, "Mr. Mayor, don't scare me, there are laws in this land!" I'm a good law-abiding citizen! ”

"There are laws," said Jankulovsky, "but I made them!" ”

This is the West!