Dominate the Country

In a desolate and uninhabited hill, a group of black Spanish cavalry stopped here.

The red uniforms were wet by the rain, and the color could not be seen in the dark night.

At the foot of a hill covered with bushes, Desegre stood under a pine tree on the hill, looking at a village with only sporadic lights in the distance. A group of imposing cavalry stood silently at the foot of the hill, with a number of about a hundred people.

Just like Chinese generals always regard the most elite troops as their guards, European generals also have this problem.

This team seems to have only one company of cavalry, and the soldiers are burly and imposing. Silent and silent, like stone sculptures. Majestic.

There is also a flag bearer in front, riding motionlessly on the horse, holding the reins in one hand and holding a Spanish flag tightly with the other hand.

On one side of the flag, there stands a particularly tall horse, the horse is black all over, black and shiny. This is Atsa Desegre's favorite mount.

Atsa Desegre finally closed his eyes under the pine tree. He could not see much light from the small village except for the darkness. Although he was already middle-aged, Desegre was still very strong, and his broad shoulders seemed to be able to carry the sky even if it fell. His eyebrows and eyes could not be seen clearly in the night without any moonlight or starlight, but as long as you were in front of him, you would definitely notice his bright eyes.

Atsa Desegre was now looking at the endless darkness ahead, his eyes full of determination, calmness, and a hint of joy. He did not expect that he would be so lucky that he would encounter a small village on the way to the palm forest, and it was obvious that there were people alive.

This would allow the Spanish cavalry, who had been suffering in the drizzle for a day, to have a good rest and enjoy themselves.

It has been nearly half a month since leaving the mouth of the Colorado River, and now it is time to harvest.

He didn't know what the current Baja California Peninsula and the front battlefield would look like, but now he was stepping into danger and also into harvest.

Atsa Desegre was waiting for someone, and he looked at the east intently. Across some hills, about five miles away, there were a few flickering lights. In order to prevent falling into a trap, he carefully sent people to investigate the surrounding area.

The cool night breeze blew, and Desegre, who was wrapped in a cloak, leaned against a big rock. He didn't feel sleepy at all. His whole mind was thinking about what to do next, until he was awakened by a rumbling sound of horse hooves!

"General, there are no Chinese ambushes in the surrounding mountains. There seem to be secret sentries around the village. We didn't get too close."

A smile from the heart flowed from the corner of Desegre's mouth. He felt that he was blessed by God to realize his luck. "Let the soldiers rest well in the first half of the night, and we will set off at two o'clock."

Light a match, and Desegre's pocket watch showed that the time was just ten o'clock.

It was two o'clock in the morning, and a series of tiny sounds and low horse hoof sounds were heard outside an inconspicuous small village. The Desegre troops, who had slept for the first half of the night, were about to take action.

Their campsite was only five miles away from the village, less than ten miles away. Even if everyone slowed down, it only took two quarters of an hour to reach the outside of the village. But the sound of horse hooves still alarmed the militia on guard. Lights were lit up in the houses in the village.

Desegre didn't care about the militia in this village at all. This was not a small town, but just a rural village. It was estimated that there were forty or fifty houses. That is, forty or fifty households, with five or six people in each household, that is a small village of two or three hundred people.

Even if these two or three hundred people were all militia, it was not worth mentioning. He only needed a thunderbolt strike, a sweep with absolute strength, and then enjoy it.

A small village about twenty miles away from the palm forest, this is a village that has just been established for less than a year, and the total population is indeed only a little over three hundred, less than sixty households.

Darkness completely enveloped this small village.

The existence of the militia is not just for show, but to be truly vigilant against all possible bad things. Every sentry, both open and hidden, has a gong, whistle, or leather drum at hand.

When more than 3,000 Spanish cavalry suddenly came, the sound of more than 3,000 horses' hooves made the small village bustling. Every household lit up the oil lamp, and then all the villagers quickly moved into the tunnel.

Yes, the tunnel.

This issue was mentioned as early as the beginning of North American immigration.

North American immigration work is different from Nanyang, Nanmingzhou, and even more different from Outer Northeast, Northwest and Korea. These territories are controlled by China. Even if there are "hostile elements", the militia organized in the village is enough to deal with them. Facts have also proved the correctness of this strategy. So far, except for the Northeast, there are really few immigrant villages that have been broken by the resistance armed forces.

But what about North America?

Those native Indians on the west coast are not worth mentioning, but the Spaniards are a big disaster. Especially in the latter part of the primary conflict, the Spanish, whose cavalry had an absolute advantage, posed a great threat to the settlements on the periphery.

Chen Ming thought for a long time, and finally thought of the tunnel.

When he was young, he had watched the movie "Tunnel Warfare" countless times. Although the plot of the movie was inevitably fictional and exaggerated, the "tunnel" thing was really a necessary artifact to protect one's own safety when one was weak.

And at this time, Chinese immigrants did not need to hide in the tunnels for a long time. Their enemies did not have the absolute advantage of the Japanese devils when facing the expeditionary army.

The tunnels were just a hiding place for immigrants, not a network of tunnels connecting houses, streets and villages like Ranzhuang in Qingyuan, Baoding. The tunnels of Chinese immigrants in North America only needed a simple hiding place. As for the underground fortress that could fight and hide, and was waterproof, fireproof and anti-poisonous, China in this time and space should not need it.

Let’s not consider whether China in this plane will use the ultimate version of the tunnel one day. Anyway, at the moment, everyone is nervous. This tunnel has never been really used since they were organized and every household had to dig it.

But the township officials of the immigrant village are responsible. Every month, they urge immigrants to put sweet potatoes, corn and water in the tunnels.

A few families have already regarded the tunnels as enhanced cellars, and they store a lot of food inside.

Now the immigrants who were awakened from their sleep got up in a panic. Many soldiers opened the tunnel entrance without time to put on their clothes, and the whole family went in one by one. Those who were a little calmer would prepare cooked food and drinking water, and as many weapons as possible.

Even if it was just a kitchen knife, as long as they could guard the entrance to the cave, they would not necessarily surrender even if the Spaniards found the tunnel entrance.

The great fear made some militiamen scream: "Enemy attack, enemy attack!"

"It's the cavalry, the cavalry of the big duck!" Along with the screams of the militiamen, there were also piercing gunshots and the Spanish cavalry that suddenly appeared like ghosts in the dark night.

More than 3,000 Spanish cavalry could indeed sweep the entire village. When they rushed towards the village in a turbulent wave, it was like a mountain made of steel, rumbling down from the top of their heads, heavy and unstoppable.

But the three words "Big Duck" made the militiamen who shouted out feel a little relieved. This is the nickname that the Chinese call "Spain". It is a nickname that is not very deterrent. The image of a duck is only associated with stupidity, so forget about fierceness. Although it is unknown who first uttered this nickname, it has been widely circulated among the people.

The roaring sound of horse hooves is like thunder and lightning, rolling in. They are like a tornado of amazing destructive power, sweeping across and destroying everything.

In front of this terrible torrent, the immigrants' fences, fences, wooden doors, and even the fragile bodies of a few unlucky guys were destroyed by the Spanish cavalry like paper, and the shrill screams echoed in the night sky, and finally dissipated in blood. Any resistance was completely trampled into powder by this torrent.

Except for those who hid in the tunnel and shot at the outside.

Desegre was very surprised to find the "tunnel", a thing that he had never prepared for. He was almost stunned.

When he saw a team of cavalry chasing the three village militiamen to a dead end, they fled into a small brick house. Then the Spaniards who surrounded the brick house searched every inch of the brick house and found no trace of people. The major officer who led the team angrily asked the soldiers to wave the shovels and hammers they found in the farmhouse to dig three feet into the ground. Finally, a dark hole less than two feet square appeared in front of Desegre, which surprised Desegre and made him curse on the spot.

This was a provocation to his dignity!

Desegre even felt that at this moment there were many lowly Chinese immigrants laughing at his futility.

There were more than one hole. It was obviously abnormal to search the entire village but only catch a few immigrants who could not escape immediately for various reasons. After the Spaniards carefully searched the room, some hidden tunnel entrances that were not too hidden were discovered.

Desegre's eyes almost jumped out of his sockets. This shocked him.

He had experienced many wars in his life, but he had never seen such a means of hiding and protecting his own safety. Is this the wisdom of the Orientals?

The whole battle was very easy. Only two Spaniards were injured, and two others were killed. The people they captured, including the two militiamen who were killed, totaled only nine.

A very easy battle.

The Spaniards got the warmth, food, and fresh meat they expected.

They slaughtered pigs, sheep, cattle, chickens, ducks and poultry in the village wantonly. Like locusts, they swept away all the food in the village, and then they burned the entire village.

Don't worry about exposing your whereabouts. In fact, after the militia discovered the Spanish cavalry, three red flares were fired into the air. From that moment on, Desegre knew that it was impossible for him to sneak into the palm forest.

Desegre really didn't expect the Chinese to come up with so many... 'out-of-the-box tricks'. If he knew this, he wouldn't attack easily. Anyway, it was unexpected and incredible.

The differences brought about by the evolution and development of Eastern and Western civilizations have produced a sharp contrast in the issue of 'authenticity'. The tricks of the Chinese immigrant village are completely different from those villages he encountered when he suppressed local resistance in South America.

The Chinese have tunnels to hide themselves and protect their lives. After sending three soldiers down a tunnel, only a few noises and a gunshot were heard. After no more noises, Desegre no longer thought about catching the Chinese in the tunnel.

He didn't have that much time.

Perhaps if he had enough time, he could try the smoked water tank, but now, he was not in the mood.

Although his whereabouts had been exposed, Desegre still wanted to get closer to the palm forest to take a look.

So, as soon as the sky was bright, they rumbled out of the village and ran towards the palm forest. The immigrants who crawled out of the tunnel looked at their homes that had been burned to a white land and wanted to cry without tears, but the relatives and friends of the nine people who died last night pulled the bodies of the nine people out of the ruins, and sadness enveloped everyone.

It is hard to say whether the nine dead people were killed first, and then the bodies were thrown into the house to burn, or they were burned directly, but now everyone hates "Big Duck" to the extreme.

And this is just the beginning.

The expeditionary army was trapped by insufficient cavalry. Most of the cavalry were in San Diego. Some of them were on patrol, and the other part formed a cavalry team, cooperating with the infantry to counterattack the Spaniards continuously.

There was only one battalion of cavalry staying in the Tokyo area, and a battalion of expeditionary cavalry, no matter how confident it was, was still a small thing compared to a cavalry team of more than 3,000 people.

Although Desegre's cavalry did not cause much damage to the immigrants and the expeditionary army from beginning to end, their "merit" was to kill hundreds of cattle and horses and burn a dozen or twenty villages.

That was a thorough harassment force. The real battle of the Central, Western and North American War still depends on the front battlefield and the Lower Jiazhou Peninsula.

De Rivella did not underestimate the number of the expeditionary army, but he forgot to count the young and strong immigrants. De Rivella has forgotten that when the Spaniards, the French, and the Anglo-Saxons first immigrated, they were all military and civilians.

Perhaps it was the "large-scale" that Chen Han had created in just a few years that confused Rivera. In any case, Rivera had forgotten this point, and the Spaniards were the ones who suffered.

The militia selected from the immigrants certainly could not compare with the expeditionary army in terms of combat effectiveness, but they were sufficient for defense. Especially against a group of cavalry, a group of cavalry without heavy weapons, and even the rockets they carried were few and far between.

Starting from the palm forest, the Spanish cavalry led by Desegré attacked several small towns, and without exception, all were repelled.

They had rockets, and the defenders also had rockets. After learning that Spain already had rockets, this simple-to-operate weapon was quickly distributed to the towns below as a killer to make up for the lack of firepower.

Now, the effect is here.