1855 United States Tycoon

From the binoculars in the watch post, you can see that first a large flag emerged from below the horizon, then the heads of horses, then the heads of many turkey feathers of various colors, and then the whole of the Indians. The horse team appeared in his sight, with a total of six or seven hundred people.

"Enemy attack!" The lookout sent an alarm. The whole camp immediately became commotion, as if a strong wind was blowing, all the grass on the grassland was shaking, and the whole camp immediately began to move rapidly. The men stood up from behind the baffle of the caravan and looked into the distance while holding the baffle with their hands. Some young people also stood on the baffle and looked out, hoping to see the enemy earlier, and some were silently owning it. A cross was drawn on his chest, and a prayer was chanted in his mouth. Some women held onto their men’s shirts tightly, as if worried that he would fly away as soon as they let go; some stood up for a while, then squatted down again, not knowing what to do; some were even more straightforward. I ran to the center of the camp, not knowing whether I felt safer there, or I wanted to see the children who stayed there.

"Go back to the own position!" Parker blocked a woman who was running towards the center of the camp.

"Mr. Parker, I just want to see how our little Hill is hiding. Just take a look!" the woman said.

"All the children are fine! They are all arranged to hide under the table. The Indians can't hurt them with their feather arrows or guns. No one can hurt them before we die! Don't add chaos, go back Go to the own position!" Parker said harshly.

"All right, but Mr. Parker, you must make those people look after the children, especially our Hill. He is very naughty. I'm afraid he will run around." The woman gave in.

However, women’s worries are not unreasonable. They are different from adults’ nervousness. When they heard that the Indians were coming, most of the children were very curious and excited. It seemed that a fairy tale play was about to be staged. The girls were chatting about who had the best dad, and the boys were more naughty. They always wanted to hide from the tent guards so they could run outside to see if the Indians really got in on them. Full of feathers.

The Indians led their horses as far as six hundred meters from the camp before stopping. The experience gained in previous battles with the white people tells them that this distance is outside the range of the white people's rifle salvo. They have gone through a long journey and need to take a break at this distance.

"Why did they come with a horse instead of riding a horse?" an immigrant holding a Springfield 1855 rifle asked Parker in a slightly trembling voice.

"How do I know! I'm not an Indian." Pike spit out the toothpick he bit in his mouth and spit out again.

"That's because there is a long way from their pre-interception point to here. They can't make the horse too tired. As far as they are concerned, at this time, the horse's physical strength is more important than the human's physical strength." Robson replied, "We did the same when we were cavalry."

"Will they rush over directly, can the cart stop them?"

"Come here directly? They don't even have a stirrup, how can they charge directly? Do you think they are all cuirassiers of the Emperor Napoleon? They only run around the carriage, and at the same time shoot at us or throw bows and arrows and throw guns." Robb Sen replied.

"They also have guns? Damn, who sold them?"

"British, French, Spanish, Mexican, of course, we are mainly from the United States." Robson smiled. "Even if we don't sell it, they can still buy these from others. Instead of letting those guys To make money, it’s better to sell to them and make money on our own.”

"Damn it!" said the immigrant, but didn't know if the damn thing he said was a British, a French, a Spanish, a Mexican, or a United States.

"Stay steady! Hold steady! Don't raise the gun! No order, no shooting!" The guards were scattered to various key positions, and they kept shouting to the nervous immigrants.

At this time, the Indians seemed to have finished their rest. They began to turn on their horses and yelled "whoops". Then, about a hundred Indians rode on horses, waved the carbine in their hands, and rushed towards the camp.

"Stay steady! Don't raise your gun, don't shoot!" Heishui's guards shouted. They all know that the purpose of these Indian cavalry is to induce the immigrants to shoot. Their horses are fast, the formation is very sparse, and the distance is still far away. If immigrants shoot at such a distance, the chance of hitting them is very low. And those immigrants often lack combat experience. They are likely to open fire at a distance where the enemy is almost impossible to hit. As a result, the ammunition was wasted, and the ammunition in the pre-loaded rifles was too large. This slickness caused the rate of fire behind to drop greatly, giving the Indian cavalry the opportunity to rush to shoot or shoot arrows.

The Indian cavalry rushed closer and closer, and the people on the carriage seemed to be able to feel the vibration caused by the Indians' hoofs on the ground. When there were two hundred meters away from the camp, the Indians turned their heads, and the entire horse team quickly turned around and circled the cart. The other Indians also began to urge their war horses, and joined the big circle one by one.

"Raise the gun!" Robson ordered.

"Raise a gun!"

"Raise a gun!"

The other guards also yelled. Except for Yang Tai, each guard was in charge of three or five armed immigrants. They direct these immigrants and prepare them for design.

"Follow me, if I don't shoot, you don't shoot!" the guards said.

If someone can fly up to the sky like a bird to get a bird’s eye view of this battlefield, he will find that there are two rings on the ground now, one is a small ring surrounded by fifteen caravans in the middle, and the other is a large group. Circle formed by the Indian cavalry. However, these two rings are not perfect concentric circles. The Indian cavalry sometimes slid inwards suddenly, and the big ring seemed to suddenly become flattened. At this time, the distance between the big circle of the Indians and the small circle formed by the car array will suddenly shrink.

"Bang!" Just when a group of Indian cavalry slid inward a little, an immigrant couldn't help but fire a shot.

With this shot, the other immigrants couldn't help but pull their own trigger, and the crackling gunfire became a whole. White smoke of gunpowder emerged from the barrels of each gun, making the entire car array seem to be covered with mist.

In fact, the formation of the Indians is very sparse, and the distance is actually far away, so this shot didn't hit any target. They couldn't even hit a single Indian. However, the Indians took advantage of the time when they changed their guns after they fired and continued to approach the car formation. The behavior of the immigrants who fired indiscriminately just now did not scare the Indians, but encouraged them. They felt that these immigrants were stupid rookie, and they could get closer and beat them with an immediate salvo.

"Asshole! No shots are allowed without my order, even if everyone else has fired!" the guards shouted angrily. Shooting randomly in this way will not only fail to hit the enemy, but the fog of the battlefield caused by gunpowder will also interfere with one's own shooting, giving the Indians a chance to penetrate closer.

But not every immigrant failed to hear the roar of the guards. At least, the guy beside Mason did not hear it. In fact, since the first shot was fired, he could not hear anything. He just knew how to Throwing the gun aside, holding his head, howling indiscriminately: "I killed! I killed! Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, holding his head, howling indiscriminately: "If he really hit an Indian, it would be better to say, in fact this round of Shooting, these rookie immigrants missed nothing at all.

Before Mason could react, Yang Tai flew up and kicked the idiot out of the car. This guy fell directly next to the woman who was waiting to pass up the loaded rifle.

The seventeen or eighteen-year-old woman raised her head and looked at it with some surprise.

"Let that useless guy load bullets! You come up to take his place." Somehow, Yang Tai made such a sentence.

The woman cheered, jumped onto the car, and then skillfully put the rifle on her shoulder, let the muzzle stick out slightly from the top of the baffle, then turned her head and smiled at Yang Tai and Mason: "Sophia is always ready to be dispatched. "

This move shocked Mason and Yang Tai. Yang Tai originally asked her to come up just to stimulate the soft egg below, but looking at it this way, this girl named Sophia might be more effective than the soft egg.

"Can you shoot?" Mason asked

"Yes! Three o'clock and one line, aim, pay attention to the amount in advance, and then trigger the gun." The woman shouted.

At this time, there was another gunshot in Mason's ear, which was fired by a team over there. At this time, some Indian cavalry were very close to the car formation, and they were almost ready to shoot at the car formation with a carbine.

"Those guys are about to enter our range." Mason watched the Indian cavalry approach from the left at high speed, and shouted gratefully: "Aim...fire!"

"Bang bang bang bang..." Mason's men, including his own seven guns, fired one after another. Mason saw that at least two Indian cavalry fell from the horse, and then he bowed his head and hid under the baffle—they It is now within range of the Indian cavalry.

The other immigrants also squatted down. The guards of Heishui before the war specially taught them to squat down after firing a shot. But one person didn't squat down. Instead, he stood on tiptoe and looked out: "I hit one, and I hit it!"

"Damn stupid woman, she'll be beaten into a sieve." Before Mason had time to react, he saw a man fly over and threw the woman to the ground. At almost the same time, there was a burst of gunfire.

All the people squatted under the baffle. Sophia, who was still standing upright, naturally became a prominent target. Those Indians risked being hit and continued to approach the car array. At least ten carbines were aimed at her. Fired. Fortunately, at the moment of the moment, Yang Tai, who reflected the super fast, swooped and threw her to the ground. At this time, several teams next to them took advantage of the opportunity of these Indians rushing to shoot nearby, and launched another round of shooting at them. As a result, he successfully defeated several Indians.

The place where people could stand behind the baffle was not spacious, and Yang Tai threw fiercely again. As a result, he and Sophia fell out of the car into the camp together and rolled on the ground.

When the tumbling ceased, Yang Tai found out-it was embarrassing, that Sophia was actually pressing on him.

"It's really bad luck. I was actually pressed by a woman." Before Yang Tai could understand, the woman stood up and hit Yang Tai's nose with a punch. It made Yang Tai's nose sore and tears flowed. Out. Then, in the dim eyes of tears, he saw Sophia raised his fist high, and at the same time yelled viciously: "Kill you stinky hooligan!"

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