Chapter 28 Turning point
He was a little worried that Adam would not believe it, and continued to add: "All the ammunition was secretly packaged in Howlett's factory. The factory was surrounded and guarded by his own family armed forces, and the workers who carried it didn't know what was in the box. ..."
"Oh! That's all you need." Adam glanced in disgust, and pondered for a moment. Slowly said: "Then at least you know who escorts each train." His eyes became extraordinarily fierce, as if the man couldn't even do this, he would become a drink in today's glass.
"I know! I know! I will definitely be able to find out this when the time comes!" The long-haired man nodded repeatedly, showing his role.
"Hmph, send the information as soon as possible. If you do well, I will reward you with a chance to become a saint." Adam became lazy again, and said indifferently.
The man's face was a little flushed, and he couldn't stop saying praises to Adam. His body was dying, and he still wanted to live...
"Aren't there too few people just you and Victor?" Abraham Lincoln said worriedly. Since he took office, the war has never stopped, and Lincoln's beard has become a little gray in recent years.
James said indifferently: "Victor and I are enough. If you have someone else, you will be at a loss. But you, a dignified president of the United States, has even sent the White House Guard to the front line when the war has reached this point. I don't care." Let these people around you follow you, how dare you ask an old man to personally **** the ammunition."
"Ha! You underestimated me, now I can still dance with that axe, and I was number one in the hunter circle back then!" Mr. President couldn't help laughing bitterly twice, thinking to himself, " As a president, I am afraid that he is the worst mess in the history of the United States."
Lincoln pondered for a moment, then continued: "I agree with you. At this stage of the war, Gettysburg will become a decisive battlefield. As long as Adam wants to win, he will definitely stop the shipment of ammunition. It will definitely come out on its own."
"If it doesn't come, it will disappoint me." James said quietly.
In this world, there finally appeared an opponent that he was looking forward to.
The carrier pigeon fluttered its wings and ate the grain in the window in a hurry. Wadoma took off the letterhead on the pigeon's leg, took a look, walked quickly into the hall, and handed it to Adam.
"Which column do you think it will be?" Wadoma's harsh voice sounded, Adam smiled, his eyes were a little red, and he said in a low voice: "A powerful person will only believe in himself."