"Then what are you going to do? Do you want to hand over my name?"
Scarlett Hao said with a smile.
"How is that possible?" Petey rolled his eyes, "If I hand you over, do I also have to hand over myself? I also have the blood of a witch. Those Yankees want to frame the witch when something happens. Even when they have fish bones stuck in their throats, they think it’s the fault of witches.”
Scarlett Hao deeply agreed.
"Yes, they just blame everything on the witches, and their poor little minds refuse to understand what they can't understand."
But this time it is really you, the witch, who is causing the trouble! Paine looked at Scarlett Hao who was pretending speechlessly, secretly amused in his heart.
But he didn't intend to show off his presence-Scarlett Scarlet had told Paine that Petey was actually a descendant of a witch with no magical talent, also known as a "squib." She is the white glove of the witches. She is responsible for helping the witches do some work that is not convenient for public appearances. Although it sounds like she is just an errand, Pitty's status is not low: in an era when the secular power is so powerful, witches and white Glove is not a superior or subordinate but closer to a community of interests.
"But they don't understand that this trouble falls on me." Petey said angrily.
"Only more than fifty soldiers were killed or injured. The Yankees must have made too much of a fuss." Scarlett Hao said.
"If it had been at any other time and place, not to mention more than fifty soldiers were killed or injured, even if more than five hundred soldiers were killed or injured, it would not be a big deal."
Petey spread his hands, "But what if during the victory parade, a giant wolf jumped out and killed and injured more than fifty soldiers in full view of the public, and this matter happened to be accidentally solved by a powerful person? It would be a very troublesome thing if the war reporters behind it took pictures."
"It can't be so unlucky." Scarlett Hao grabbed the armrest of the chair, obviously not expecting such a thing.
"It's really so unlucky. The situation is like this. A war reporter who was planning to take pictures of the Northern Army's occupation of Atlanta happened to take the scene at that time. Now those photos should have made the headlines of New York Illustrated, causing a sensation in the North. ”
Petey held his head, looking very dizzy.
"Sherman's desk must be full of telegrams from Washington right now, and he's like a mad dog right now."
"Sherman didn't stop that war reporter?" Scarlett Hao asked in disbelief. "He is now the commander of the Northern Army. Can't he still make a reporter obedient? Don't tell me that lunatic is actually an idealist who insists on press freedom?"
"He really wanted to, but it's a pity that he can't do it and doesn't dare to do it."
Petey smiled bitterly and said, "The war correspondent's background is astonishing. He is the son of a certain Whig leader. Sherman's nickname is Madman, but he is not really crazy. He does not dare to be violent with the war correspondent. So now the pressure is being passed on to us by Sherman. You know the drunkard Grant and Sherman have never dealt with each other. Grant is using this matter to put pressure on Washington. He insists that Sherman should start from the Western Front. Get off your position as commander."
Paine didn't find it strange when he heard this. No matter what time or country, internal strife is always a recurring theme. On the way to Atlanta, Scarlett Hao had already given Paine a brief explanation of the current war situation between the North and the South: the Northern army is currently divided into two fronts, the Eastern Front and the Western Front, to attack simultaneously, with the intention of dividing the Southern states into two ends and defeating them one by one. The Eastern Front was commanded by General Ulysses Grant and the Western Front by General William Tecumseh Sherman. Although the two generals were both West Point alumni, their relationship with each other was very bad.
Grant was appointed commander-in-chief of the Union Army, superior to Sherman. However, the progress of the Eastern Front commanded by Grant was much slower than that of the Western Front, so Sherman felt that he should be the commander-in-chief of the Union Army. The two quarreled over various issues all day long, and they sent telegrams attacking each other every day. It could overwhelm the tall President Lincoln in the White House.
"What reason did Grant have for letting Washington get rid of a Western Front commander who had gained an advantage on the frontal battlefield? Just because he had killed and wounded more than fifty soldiers?"
Scarlett Hao smiled and said, "When did the Yankees pay so much attention to the lives of soldiers?"
Petey shook his head and said: "My dear, don't forget the reason why the Yankees sent the army. They wanted to teach the southern states who were bewitched by the evil witch and split the Union. The Yankees have not been able to find the witch so far in the war. Traces, they don't know how to explain to the people. And now that the 'witches are causing trouble' has finally appeared, how could Washington not care? If Sherman can't catch the culprit, then Washington will definitely not mind again Replace with a general."
"For that ridiculous political correctness?" Scarlett Hao sneered.
"The Yankees cannot afford to raise armies for no reason. The two major powers in the Old World are watching covetously." Pitty sighed, and she finally turned her attention to Paine.
"Well, my dear, it's time you told me who this gentleman is."
"He is the helper I brought." Scarlett Hao put away the expression on her face and said seriously, "A very strong helper, he can bring a lot of help to the plan."
Petey glanced up and down at Pan in surprise, "Really?"
"The goods are genuine." Scarlett Hao's face was a little proud, as if she was very proud to have brought such a strong supporter.
"Wait, a strong support will come with you at this time."
Petey suddenly had a long face after realizing it.
"Scarlett Hao! Tell me honestly! That damn giant wolf isn't really related to you, is it?"
