Chapter 448 The flag of China is flying high!
"Yes, sir, I promise to complete the task." Pan Jinxian straightened his body on the horse and made a standard military salute, and then marched towards the front line.
"Wolf Eye Brothers, tell your father, Dear Bion Chief, all Indian brothers to stop moving forward." Looking at Pan Jinxian's distant back, Zhu Ye turned his head and looked at the confused Indian warrior who listened to their conversation and smiled.
"Brothers Pan only brought a thousand people there, okay? Why don't the warriors of our bison tribe go up together?" Looking at Pan Jinxian's figure, the wolf's eyes thought for a while, raised his chest and volunteered to Zhu Ye.
"Well, I said wolf's eye, please believe me and my companions. We have sent a thousand people, and we already value our opponents very much. Besides, we have agreed before we came that our soldiers are responsible for the main attack. When it is time for you to go out, I will naturally inform you. Don't worry, I, Zhu Ye, am not a The person who jokes about his brother's surname. Zhu Ye beat the strong iron chest of the wolf's eyes with a smile.
"Okay, I'm going to tell the chief." Seeing Zhu Ye's confident face, the wolf's eyes nodded hard and turned their heads to the back team. For some reason, what the Chinese said always gave people a sense of confidence and an indescribable self-confidence.
The eagle circled in the sky, and its long call sounded from time to time, and the dull drums were as sharp as shells spewing out of a thread.
In front of the expedition camp of the United States of America, a white army spread horizontally on this delta, like a dark pipeline, embedded in the fat green, with rows of muskets, bayonets on their waists, and proud white people in straight military uniforms. In the middle of their team, they are placed. With several three-pounder guns, the flag of the United States of America was flying over the camp behind them. A group of scholars and handymen who did not go to the battlefield calmly looked at the figures of the troops in front of them.
Some people take out their pipes, or sip spirits, comment on the ground, and some people even bet on how many Indians can be slaughtered in this battle.
James pushed his eyes and looked ahead with a smile, holding a small notebook in his hand and a quil full of ink in the other hand. He seemed to want to describe the upcoming war scene and turn the magnificent and ** war he saw into a character full of ** in the pen. To form a verse of victory.
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"What's going on? Are those Indians looking down on us or looking down on us?" Jordan habitually spit a mouthful of thick phlegm under his feet, looking at the dislocated Indian team under his eyes, with a look of resentment and doubt.
Not long after the Indians appeared in sight, most of them stayed on the gentle ridge, and the army of only about a thousand people continued to move forward, which made Major Jordan, who was used to fighting several times more enemies, couldn't help sneering and sneering: "These people who like to smear red clay on their faces. Fools, it seems that their heads have been stuffed with red soil. Do they think they can defeat my soldiers with a thousand people?
"Maybe they really have this plan." Captain Malone, the captain who just drove the soldiers to gather the whole team, still looked at the enemies with binoculars and smiled, but soon, the relaxed expression on his face turned into confusion: "Major, something is wrong. Why have I never seen such an Indian? It's so strange. He Their costumes seem to be very different from those of the Indians.
"How is it possible?" Major Jordan picked up the telescope again and looked at the enemy who had moved under the ridge and were lining up.
But as Captain Malone said, the equipment of these guys looks extremely strange. They wear a very strange metal helmet on their heads, which can even be said to lack beauty, and their clothes absolutely do not belong to any Indian nation. Every soldier wears a pair of Dark and shiny military boots, they carry not Indian spears or stone axes, but a shiny flintlock on their shoulders.
There are no drums of the military orchestra, but the soldiers' footsteps are so neat and uniform. The morning fog, which is about to disperse, is being trampled under their feet by their solid and stable boots. The yellow-skinned and black-eyed faces are calm or calm, as if they were marching once. Marching, looking at the neat military appearance, looking at the calm and cold faces.
Jordan couldn't help but take a breath. The behavior of those people and this kind of military appearance were absolutely not what the indigenous barbarians of the Indians could learn. Otherwise, they would not have fought with the Western colonists for more than a hundred years, and they only knew how to rush up to death with a swarm of bees carrying stone axes and spears.
A group of veterans is definitely a group of veterans who have experienced many battles. Major Jordan, who has experienced chariots, quickly got a conclusion that made him feel very uneasy.
After that, there was a heinous red in the telescope. Major Jordan narrowed his eyes slightly. After adjusting the visual distance of the telescope, he found that it was a flag, a flag with bright blood red as the background. In the center of the flag was a strange animal he had never seen before. It was long. On the ground, the body like a snake rolled up into a ball, and then stretched out a ferocious beast's head and sharp claws from it.
He has never seen such a strange creature, and he has never seen any Indian tribe use such a strange creature as a totem. With the rising morning breeze, the unfolding flag danced in the wind, and the strange and powerful creatures above also appeared vividly.
Major Jordan suddenly flashed and moved the telescope back to the soldiers again, as if to confirm something. Finally, Major Jordan lowered the telescope with an ugly face. Damn it, it's them." The flying oriental flag is still flying high, as if it is foreshadowing something, which makes a faint sense of ominous feeling in Major Jordan's heart.
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"Who is it, Mr. Major? Do you know this army that also has firearms?" Captain Malone's look became more and more ugly as the army approached.
"They are Orientals. In addition to them, who else will have such a strong and well-trained army on the West Coast? Damn it. These Orientals, why do they help those uncivilized barbarians? Don't they know that they will offend us if they do this? Fang World?" As the top commander of this expedition, Major Jordan naturally knows more than his men. Importantly, at the beginning of last year, five expeditions mysteriously disappeared. In the end, only two unlucky people escaped. According to the narrative of the two people, Zheng Axe knew that there was a strong military force on the West Coast.
After that, the navy received the same news. This naturally attracted the high attention of the political axe. It is for this reason that they let these elite veterans retire early and form such a powerful expedition. On the one hand, it is to continue to explore the west, and on the other hand, they want to find out the purpose of this army. What he didn't expect was that he didn't have to check it himself. The other party had come to the door, and their purpose was now clearly visible.
"They sent a cavalry. Do they want to negotiate?" Captain Malone suddenly screamed. By this time, the other party had stopped about half a mile away. Jordan could see the team clearly without a telescope. He also saw a knight holding a white flag in his hand and running towards this side.
The huge horseshoe seems to be light but heavy on the fat meadow. The grass splashes and the black mud flies. The knight on the horse's back holds the rein in one hand and the rein in the other. No matter how the mount is bumpy, his body is so straight, just like a meritorious man waiting for inspection. His typical oriental man On the face, there is only contempt and arrogance in the dark pupils that make people feel weird and demonic. It's like a knight who has disappeared into the river of history, stepping on the dawn.
"Don't shoot, soldiers, don't shoot! That's the other party's envoy. After Captain Malone glanced at Major Jordan, he scolded the soldiers loudly for fear that they would suddenly wipe their guns at this time, because he had seen that the Eastern army armed to the teeth on the opposite side was definitely not the kind of Indians who fought with only blood and momentum, and he also saw Major Jordan. Zhang's seemingly calm face was moving down with hidden worries.
"I'm He Ping, the second lieutenant of the San Francisco State Garrison of the Chinese Federation. I want to see your supreme commander." The horse ran to a distance of less than 30 meters from these American soldiers. The knight easily clamped the horse's belly and tightened the reins. The strong horse under him hissed and raised its front hoof several times before calming down, while the knight on the horse's back could still easily maintain balance and show He has excellent horse control skills.
However, it was not his riding skills that made all American soldiers in a daze, but his fluent and standard English, incomparabledi dao.
"I am, I am the commander of the United States of America expedition, Orientals. We have no intention of being your enemy. Why do you appear outside our camp, and you seem to be so unintentional." Major Jordan stared at the young oriental knight.
(to be continued)