Wild North America 1846

There was a deathly silence in the tavern. William Richardson and Ronald Evanson, who had been in high spirits just now, had now recovered from the great changes, and their hearts were still trembling.

It felt like everything in front of me was unreal, it was simply unbelievable!

The Tang Dynasty suddenly invaded the palace on the eve of victory, and its wolfish ambition was obvious, just to seize the greatest fruits of victory.

"Finally, a friendly warning, don't try to show off in front of me. That kind of result is definitely not what you want to see. I can guarantee this." Richard reminded him kindly, seeming to have left William unintentionally.

-Richardson has some stiff hands.

His right hand was placed on his thigh, just two hands away from the revolver at his waist.

At this moment, William Richardson seemed to have remembered the illustrious reputation of the young man across from him. He retracted his hand as if being pricked by needles and placed it honestly on the table.

"You win." Ronald Evanson sighed in despair, leaning back on the chair slumped.

Richard's eyes passed over his body, and he couldn't help but show some triumphant pride on his face. Then his expression became solemn, his eyes fixed on William Richardson, who looked older, and he urged softly: "William, it's time to make a decision.

Well, you have been working hard outside these days, and your family misses you very much. And... you wouldn't want to end up with the huge wealth you earned in half your life, and end up giving someone else an advantage, right?"

"Can I say no?"

William Richardson shook his head with a wry smile. This strong man who had been fighting with John Sutter for half his life had never been convinced by the rough waves of the Atlantic or Pacific Ocean, but he was completely defeated by a yellow-haired boy. Isn't it God's will?

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"Baba..." Richard raised his hand and patted it a few times, and said in an appreciative tone; "Congratulations on making the right decision. This is a very good start. Under my leadership,

You can still play an important role. So...what are we waiting for? Now go out and gather the officers, announce the good news, and make them happy too."

a moment later

More than a dozen officers from Yerba Buena were gathered together, and Ronald Evanson, with a gloomy face, announced the new decision of the federation's top management;

That is to say, Mr. William Richardson resigned from the position of joint president due to physical reasons. The position of president was temporarily acted by Richard. After the military operation, the corresponding procedures were completed and he officially took office.

This sudden decision aroused the dissatisfaction of all the white officers in Fangcaidu. Under their questioning, William Richardson nodded as if constipated, and then fell silent.

"God, I can't believe why Captain William made such a ridiculous decision? Even if the president is re-elected, it shouldn't be an Eastern boy."

"Fake, there must be something wrong?"

"This is a conspiracy by the Easterners. They kidnapped Captain William and Mr. Ronald. Damn it...we were fooled."

"I'm going to kill you!"

for a while

The white officers in Green Grass were excited and shouted loudly to express their dissatisfaction. One officer even reached out and took out the revolver in his waist.

A crisp gunshot sound of "Bah"

The white officer looked down in disbelief. His chest and heart were hit by a hot bullet. The black blood quickly splattered out and dyed a large area of ​​his clothes red. His whole person lost his energy and became limp and paralyzed.

He fell to the ground and died.

The revolver in Richard's hand rotated flexibly for several times, and then was neatly inserted into the gun bag on the right side. A sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth and he said, "As the joint president, I declare that I will not obey orders."

The officers are enforcing military law, why are you still standing there and not taking action?"

As soon as the order is given

The officers, including Mike Rabiot, quickly stepped forward and decisively took down the seven white officers who had shouted the loudest just now. They pinned them to the ground with their hands tied behind their backs and disarmed them.

"This is a time of war. Anyone who disobeys orders will be killed without mercy. I will kill them all if they are dragged away." Richard waved his hand with a cold expression, and saw these white officers being dragged out for execution amidst the horrified shouts.

I only heard a burst of gunshots outside. The seven white officers who resisted were already dead. Including the one who was shot dead by Richard himself, the number of officers eliminated had reached 8, occupying the entire square.

2/3 of Lawn Officer.

Richard immediately appointed eight new officers, including former captain of the Second Cavalry Corps George Rabiot, Guards deputy captain James Kahn, Guards member Embiid Rabiot, and the seventh eldest son of the Kahn family, Stephen Kahn.

, the eighth brother Mark Kahn, as well as Mandelheim Kahn and Schlieffen Kahn, the two nephews of the old Kahn, immediately took the command of the Yerba Buena cavalry force in their hands.

Then, these newly appointed officers and the white Yerba Buena officers who expressed their surrender returned to the troops to clean up, pick out some of the thorns, and put them under centralized custody, quickly quelling the dispute.

Under the pressure of 300 musketeers and more than 400 Chinese cavalry, the remaining 400 white cavalrymen in Yerba Buena quickly surrendered without causing much trouble.

Thirty-seven assassins were selected from them, each with a red cloth belt tied to their arm, equipped with sabers and short guns, and all were incorporated into the death squads.

After the artillery blasts open the wall, these 37 death squads will be the first to charge and be the first to enter the house.

As for whether you can survive in the end, it depends on your performance in the battle.

After these vigorous and resolute actions, Richard had firmly grasped the military power of the entire federation in his hands.

About 3:00 in the afternoon

It has been more than three hours since the negotiations broke down, and the federation has not attacked yet. This has made the white gunmen entrenched in the mansion a little confused, wondering what is going on?

About 200 meters away from the entrance of the mansion, three 12-pound artillery pieces were lined up. The gunners nervously loaded black powder, tamped it, and then inserted the round shells from the front muzzle. After taking aim, they raised their hands to report;

"The No. 1 artillery is ready"

"The No. 2 artillery is ready"

"Artillery No. 3 is ready."

"Aim at the target and launch!"

"yes."

The muzzle fuse was ignited. In the horrified eyes of the enemy, the artillery exploded suddenly with a "boom, boom, boom". Two shells hit the big iron door hard, instantly twisting the heavy iron door and deforming it, revealing 4

There was a large crack that was more than a foot long, and the thick wooden board wrapped with iron sheets inside had been shattered, as if it had been kicked hard by a giant's big foot.

Another cannonball hit the door head next to it, breaking off a section of the stone door head, which was more than one meter long. It was leaning on it and was precariously leaning.

The huge power of the artillery caused a burst of cheers from the soldiers, and the gunners nervously began to clean the barrels and prepare for the next round of bombardment.

More than 10 minutes later

The iron-clad gate of the large house that had been bombarded seven times in a row collapsed, and more than 20 meters of walls on both sides were blown down, killing and wounding more than a dozen white gunmen.

The large house that John Sutter relied on has opened its door to the Union forces.

Richard waved his hand with a solemn expression, and the attack began.

Thirty-seven death squads jumped up with sabers in hand, ran through the twenty-meter-long street and rushed into the house. In the blink of an eye, gunshots and deafening sounds of fighting rang out.

Behind them, the musketeers formed a neat queue of 50 people, stepped over the rubble on the ground and entered the house, and began to clear out the remaining white gunmen.

One team, two teams, three teams, four teams, five teams...

In order to adapt to the relatively narrow combat environment in the compound, Richard split the musketeers into teams of 50 to form an independent combat unit.

With 12 people in a platoon, the musketeers were arranged in 4 rows, plus the commander and deputy squadron commander, there were exactly 50 people.

After each round of firing from the front row, the soldiers turned to the rear to reload their ammunition, and so on, always maintaining strong volley firepower.

Just over 20 minutes

Under the powerful offensive, more than half of the white armed forces under John Sutter's forces had suffered casualties and were compressed into the main building to continue resisting.

The battlefield statistics were quickly sent;

The enemy killed 43 people, wounded and captured 87 people, and our own side lost 27 people and wounded 11 people, including 18 white death squads.

Looking at the tall and solid three-story Victorian building in front of him, Richard frowned and learned through interrogating the prisoners;

There are at least 82 to 85 armed gunmen in this mansion, as well as more than 20 women and children, including John Sutter's wife, family and children, as well as maids, cooks and about a hundred others.

In this combat environment

The musketeers certainly could not continue to attack. The flintlock muskets they were equipped with were too long and bulky, and they would be at a disadvantage if they entered into battle.

"Shout and ask them to come out and surrender. This is the last chance." Richard also felt that it was difficult. If he attacked hard, the losses would be too great, and he always felt that it was not worthwhile.

Following the president's orders, his men found iron trumpets from nowhere and shouted at the top of their lungs;

"Listen, John Sutter and your lackeys. The benevolent Federation is willing to give you a last precious chance to survive. As long as you put down your arms and surrender, we promise to give you decent treatment and ensure your personal safety."

"Don't be stubborn. Any resistance is in vain. You must cherish this last chance."

"Think about your families, wives and children. There is no way out for resisting, it is just a dead end. As long as you lay down your weapons and surrender, the benevolent President will grant you freedom..."

The effect of the shouting was obvious. Several windows on the east side were opened, and more than a dozen guns were thrown out. Then some gunmen came out of the windows, fell to the ground and crawled forward a few steps, obediently.

Raise your hands and surrender.

Among them, Richard saw Adam Tatum, the lawyer who negotiated at noon. He was obviously a sensible man and was unwilling to accompany the John Sutter family to the funeral.

After a while

More than twenty people came out and surrendered, which made Richard couldn't help but smile.

It's a pity that the good times did not last long

Suddenly there was a burst of gunfire on the east side, and only the wailing sound of someone being shot was heard. Then several white gunmen rushed over and shot several times at the surrendering crowd crawling outside the wall.

Adam Tatum was struck by a fatal bullet. The bullet seemed to be in his butt or thigh. The pain caused him to fall to the ground, rolling and wailing.

"Fire back."

Seeing this, Richard became furious and immediately ordered to fight back.

At the same time, with a wave of his hand, the nineteen suicide squad members who had been prepared had no choice but to rush in again and fight hand-to-hand with the enemy with sabers and revolvers. In an instant, the sound of gunfire rang out again.

"James, Embiid brings your people up." Richard immediately sent out two more teams, all of which were white shooters from Fangcaidu who had just conquered. They rushed in followed by the death squads and walked up the stairs.

attack.

The fierce battle lasted for nearly an hour. Most of the more than 60 white gunmen who resisted in the house were killed, and the remaining 20 people and some women and children were captured.

The federation also lost more than 30 people, and more than 20 people suffered injuries of varying severity. Captain Embiid Rabiot also suffered a loss. He was shot in the arm. Fortunately, the bones were not broken. After bandaging,

After applying the medicine, it will take more than a month to recover.

With a pale face, Richard ordered these prisoners to be shot on the spot, including John Sutter's three adult and minor sons, all of whom were to be eradicated.

A dozen white women were selected and all were given to the meritorious officials in the battle as rewards.

At this point, John's power was completely destroyed, and San Francisco, including the entire province of Alta California, entered the era of Richard's rule.