Chapter 447 The Indian drums have been drummered!
Hearing James' words, Major Jordan shrugged his shoulders and spit thick spit on the meadow: "If that's the case, we will be busy, because those annoying and damned Indians are really annoying. They always say that we occupy their rivers, their trees, and even Breathing their air, this statement really disgusts me!"
"Well, dear Captain Jordan, don't mention those vulgar barbarians. They are really disgusting. This new continent should be conquered and possessed by our United States, because we are gentlemen in the civilized world. We will teach them politeness and elegant manners. Of course, if they don't want to, That can only make them understand that although we are civilized, we are not opposed to the use of force. James pushed his eyes with a face of justice and nobility.
Just as the two were on the edge of the boulder, a group of knights were galloping in the distance. Major Jordan quickly jumped on the boulder, took out the telescope and looked at the galloping knights, and shouted to James below: "The scouts are back. I hope they can bring back good news. If those Indian bastards don't release the hostages, I will make them understand what life is better than death.
"Lieutenant, how's it going? Didn't you find those damn guys?" After the more than 20 cavalry rushed to him, Jordan jumped down from the boulder and asked loudly with a smile on his face.
The knight's face is not very good-looking. Mr. Major, we met the Indians. Judging from their signs, it should be the bison tribe mentioned by the people who retreated from the Third Expedition, but the situation has changed.
"What's the matter?" Major Jordan frowned doubtfully. Have the two soldiers we captured by them been killed?
"I'm sorry, I don't know, because we are ten miles away from that tribe, we found a large number of Indian troops, at least 2,500 to 3,000 people, and the number of cavalry is about 500. There are other flags that we can't distinguish, but we can see that at least five or six Indian tribes are united.
They sent a lot of cruises. I didn't want the children to take risks. We just followed them quietly and found that their route target seemed to point directly to us. After jumping off the horse, the awning lieutenant quickly told his experience.
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"Three thousand people?" Hearing this number, James, a polite scholar, did not show a trace of fear and timidity on his face, but only disgust and contempt. It seems that they are here to make trouble for us.
"Damn it, we came here first before we could teach them a lesson. It's good to let them know how far they are from us, and to deter them by the way, so as not to make trouble in the future." Major Jordan waved his hand in the direction of the camp. Guards, gather the children. The Indians are here and ready to work.
"Yes, Mr. Major, soldiers, gather, pick up your weapons, check your ammunition, and prepare for battle. Those annoying, fly-like Indians appear again. Today, we are going to stuff their heads into their assholes to let them know. Dao, the price of angering our expedition to the United States of America. A captain roared loudly, driving away the slow soldiers with the short stick in his hand, cheering them up and motivating morale by the way.
"I hope I can kill a few more Indians today, and then I can get more gold from the captain's hand." A tall soldier smiled at his companions around him and skillfully looked at the flies-haired gun in his hand.
"I haven't tasted women for a whole month. When those Indian pigs are slaughtered, I suggest that we should go to their tribe for a walk." Next to him, an obscene man with silver eyes and a wooden cigarette butt smiled.
His proposal was approved by many soldiers present. The captain shook his head and smiled, "Well, Sergeant Tyson, I will propose your suggestion to Mr. Major, but don't be like Sergeant Blair, where your dick is bitten off by the Indian sima's." The captain's words suddenly provoked a burst of laughter.
"It seems that the morale of the children is very good." Major Jordan patted James on the shoulder. Mr. James, you'd better stay in the camp with your companions and watch our brave soldiers perform. I don't want you to suffer any harm, which will be an incalculable loss to our motherland.
"Don't worry, we are not without self-protection ability. For the wooden sticks and stone axes in the hands of these barbarians, I believe that we represent the weapons of civilization and justice in our hands." James bent the corners of his mouth slightly, and there was a glow of excitement in the eyes under the pair of lenses. For the Indians, they, the citizens of the United States of America, always have a sense of superiority.
In their eyes, these Indians, the original people of the New World, are no different from those black slaves trafficked in Africa. If it hadn't been for the criticism of the United States of America now, the economic development was somewhat difficult, the industrial base was weak, and the main force of the army should still be wary of the north. I'm afraid that the invasion of the British colony has already cleaned up these damn and disgusting flea-like creatures. Instead of coaxing and cheating, pulling and beating.
427 retired veterans of the United States of America lined up outside the camp and arranged into a standard European scattered attack line. Because it happened to be located in the delta, they only needed to defend the front. Although there were only 427 soldiers, they knew very well that those Indians had been fighting for a long time. In front of the flendron, which represents the power of science and technology in the civilized world in their hands, they will only hit their heads and bleed, and corpses are everywhere. Along the way, they have destroyed several Indian tribes that dare to bite them. Which time they are not outnumbered, but the goddess of victory will always stand behind them. Singing hymns loudly for them, they will always step on the broken spines and bloody bodies of the failed Indians.
And there are also a hundred cavalry, hidden in a dense forest hill a mile away from the camp, quietly waiting for the best time. This cavalry will turn into the sharpest sharp knife and cut apart the barbaric and uncivilized Indians. The limbs and throat make their flesh and blood, soil and weeds, become the necessary nutrients in the fertile soil of the United States of America to create a better future.
The totem on the strange flag of the fluttering Indians, and the desolate and messy Indian drums echoed in the fat green field, making the guinea pigs that came out of the soil run in panic. An eagle crossed the blue sky, and the clear and long chirping sound pierced. The turbulent drums resounded through the world.
The Indians raised their hands, raised their faces full of red mud, a pair of black and white eyes, and looked at the arrogant bird with reverence. Did you hear that? Warriors, that is the call of our ancestors, it is the forest and the wilderness calling us, our Hamowi land, mountains and rivers are calling us, should we give up the courage and confidence to drive away the enemy..." An old elder waved the power in his hand and answered with his equally desolate and majestic voice. The sound and the call of the eagle inspired the Indian warriors who only had simple spears and stone axes in their hands.
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The spears were raised high, and the footsteps of the Indians stepped on the earth with drums. Their roars were as strong as beasts. The bright feathers on their heads symbolized their immortal ** and courage, and their breasts were full of tribal totems and images of their ancestors. They are fighting for their freedom and home. No matter how strong the enemy is, they will continue to fight like this, because this is their home.
"I think my blood is boiling. This is a nation that is self-improvement but unwilling to be ruled." I understood what the elder said, Major Pan Jinxian's face flashed with a trace of emotion and appreciation.
"No nation was originally ruled. We Han people have been bullied by the Qing Dynasty for more than a hundred years. It has been long enough, and their suffering, since the emergence of those Western colonists, has accompanied them for hundreds of years. Seeing them, I think of the sufferings of my father in my hometown." Zhu Ye sucked his nose. Fortunately, we have woken up. Liang Dashao is helping those compatriots who have not yet woken up. Since we who have a foothold in the New World have strength, let us help these people with the same skin as us.
"Why do you have the same taste as the young master? The young master's words make people feel excited. Why do you feel goose bumps when you say it?" Pan Jinxian stared at Hua Ye beside him with a strange face.
Hua Ye kicked the guy, but let the guy twist half of his buttocks. Bury me, you boy, don't run! Come back, Major Pan Jinxian.
"Yes, sir, report to the officer, no corporal punishment of subordinates, otherwise I dare not go over." Pan Jinxian came over with a smile.
"Your mother! OK, stop playing. The camps of the American expedition are in front of you. Remember, today, it's up to your camp. If your camp releases an enemy, then don't blame me for personal revenge and put you in solitary confinement!"
"The other party has cavalry, my grandpa Hua, aren't you embarrassed?" Hearing Hua Ye's excessive request, Pan Jinxian could only be soft.
"Don't worry, the cavalry will be handed over to Wu Qi's cavalry company to clean up, not to mention that there are so many Indian brothers' cavalry who can help them. Now, execute the order!" After Hua Ye finished his instructions, he looked straight and shouted loudly.
(to be continued)