Chapter 449 Retribution to you, you will know that I am the Lord!
"Please don't forget, Orientals, this is the New World, which is the first discovered by people in the Western world, and has developed land here for at least two centuries. I can't pursue the purpose of your coming to this continent, but you shouldn't provoke us. You know, we are beautiful. The United States of America is the owner of this land. As Major Jordan spoke, he walked slowly. Finally, he stood in front of a three-pounder cannon and stopped, reached out and patted the dark gun body, looking at the messenger with provocative eyes.
"What about the Indians behind me? Their ancestors grew and bred on these lands thousands of years ago or even earlier. According to your Westerner's first-come-first-served practice, this land should not belong to you, but should be these simple Indians. Second Lieutenant He Ping faced the white major's eyes fearlessly and retorted loudly.
Major Jordan curled his lips contemptuously: "Those barbarians have no concept of the country at all, not even written records. They only know boring fights and vendettas, and our appearance has brought them civilization and technology, as well as words, so that they can understand shame and God. If it hadn't been for our arrival, I guess they wouldn't even know whether they should be called man (male surname) or female (female surname).
Hearing this vulgar joke, the rude American cooperative soldiers behind Major Jordan laughed wildly, and some even provoked Lieutenant He Ping with vulgar gestures. Oriental, do you know whether you are a male or a female surname?
"Look at this boy's thin skin and tender meat. Maybe he is dressed up as a woman." A soldier with several missing front teeth deliberately pinched his throat viciously.
He Ping's expression was still calm, but his eyes, like a red and hot blade just drawn from the magma, pierced the soldier's heart, and his laughter was broken.
"Well, Western civilized people, tell me, what has your civilization brought to this land? In addition to knowing how to slaughter those simple natives, occupy their homes, and drive them to more dangerous areas. Then use their blood, dip it in the tip of the quill pen, use Indian skin as paper, use their bones as tables and chairs, write bloody hymns on it, and praise your God for the glory he brings to you. Is this your civilization?! Is this your civilization?!" He Ping's angry voice, and the wind that had blown the morning fog clean, echoed in this delta, echoing in the distance of these soldiers, echoing in the hearts of those scholars and miscellaneous servants.
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"Damn it, that's because they rejected our kindness. For those stubborn barbarians, we can only use force to make them realize the power of civilization and technology, because God is favoring us devout believers. And what about you Orientals, what do you want to do? Major Jordan's face was a little pale. Although he wanted to scold his mother and even wanted to shoot the damn, sharp-toothed Oriental, he didn't know why he didn't want to do it, and maybe he didn't dare to do it.
He Ping shook his head, and the white flag in his hand was still held high. He looked at all the sharp eyes, and he was a straight and arrogant backbone. Anyway, he felt that he was like a knight holding the flag of victory. You have hurt the people in our territory. Now, give you two choices. First, put down your weapons unconditionally and surrender immediately. Second, choose to fight to the death.
As soon as He Ping said this, it caused an uproar, and the soldiers shouted one after another. You idiot, who do you think you are? You want us to lay down our weapons and surrender unless you are all dead under our guns. An American soldier shouted loudly. Although the soldiers did not dare to disobey the superior's order to fire at the arrogant Eastern knight, they could still do it.
With the deliberate indulgence of the officers, they attacked the Chinese knight with vicious language and physical movements.
"Answer me, Mr. Major, please give your answer immediately." The knight didn't even look at the soldiers who provoked him, but kept looking at Jordan, as if he was eager to get the final answer.
"We can't surrender unconditionally. In addition, are you crazy to attack an expedition used by a country?" Major Jordan shook his head: "Oriental, I admire your courage, but this is the New World. Our United States of America can even defeat England. Will we still be afraid of you?"
"It seems that you have made a choice." He Ping smiled for the first time on his face. He was so kind and pleasant, just as naive as a child who got his favorite toy.
This made Major Jordan couldn't help looking at the oriental knight doubtfully. He was a little puzzled whether this guy had eaten too much Indian food. His brain couldn't turn around, and he didn't know what the hell he was happy about.
He Ping slowly raised his hand clinging to the white flag, and then threw the flagpole to the ground. The hard flagpole easily pierced a few inches into the soil. Then He Ping raised his head and glanced at the countless bloody American butchers on their hands.
"When you slaughter their loved ones, when you plunder their wealth, when you humiliate other people's wives and children, will you think of your supreme God? Since you claim to be the most devout believers of God, don't forget a sentence in your Bible. Now, I, a Oriental, will relay to you: 'My eyes will not care about you or pity you, but I will repay you according to what you have done, and you will know that I am the Lord!' Drive!"
He Ping shouted suddenly, and the horse on his body raised his front hooves and turned around, let go of his four hooves, and ran towards the way of coming. His still straight backbone and the words he left behind made these people a little stunned.
"This guy, does he think he is God?" A soldier laughed arrogantly, but there were much fewer people in response than before. The soldiers looked at the departing figure and always felt that there was a palpitating blood and excitement in the eyes of the oriental man just now.
"My eyes will not spare you or pity you, but I will repay you according to what you have done, and you will know that I am the Lord! ..." James chewed this sentence slowly. For some reason, it was like suddenly losing the poem **. He closed the notebook and raised his eyes to see the cold guns in the soldiers' hands and the chilling guns. James's mouth tilted again. For the sake of the United States of America, everything is worth it.
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"Forward!" Pan Jinxian pulled out the saber around his waist and let the cold saber obliquely point to the sky ahead. At the same time, a thousand soldiers walked neatly and moved forward silently and resolutely. No one made a trace of sound, but their eyes were extremely bright and resolute. Their hands held the weapons tightly and continued to move forward. Enter. Gradually removing the moisture and the dry wind swept by and floated up the crushed grass crumbs.
"One thousand yards... eight hundred yards... seven hundred yards... six hundred yards... five... huh? Major, they stopped. Captain Malone couldn't help frowning and shouting at Major Jordan, who was standing aside.
"The distance of our three-pounder cannon is between 400 yards and 500 yards. They actually stopped at a distance of 550 yards. What the hell do they want? They don't have artillery. Do they think their bullets or saliva can cross such a long distance?" Major Jordan shrugged his shoulders and joked with a relaxed face.
It caused strange laughter and whistles from the soldiers, but in fact, Major General Jordan's heart is far from as calm as it seems, because what do those Orientals want to do when they stop at such a distance? Have they found the cavalry hidden in the mountains?
"The mortars are out. It's up to you." Pan Jinxian set up a pergola, looked at the white soldiers opposite him leisurely, and gave orders to his hands. Soon, thirty mortars were placed in front of the team that had stopped moving forward. The rangefinder was reporting the data quickly. The gunner was twisting the bracket and adjusting the range. Soon, thirty mortars were completed. Prepare for work and aim at each other's goals.
"What are they doing?" Jordan looked puzzled. He really couldn't figure out what the other party was playing. He took out some small short pipes and put them on airs.
"I don't know. Maybe it's some kind of ritual before the Orientals launched the attack." Captain Malone's eyes were also black, and he could only guess randomly.
A fat guinea pig, who climbed out of the hole without knowing when, was looking at the two human beings standing in front of him with his curious eyes, but soon, it seemed to smell the danger and quickly penetrated into the hole.
A dense muffled sound came, and then it flew into the sky with a roaring shadow. Then, it cut through the barrier of the air, passed through the distance of space, and smashed the formation of the soldiers of the United States of America. The target is their light three-pounder guns.
At this moment, they slowly walked a distance. The Indian warriors, who were about a mile away from the Chinese army, looked at how the two teams so far away would fight with curiosity and doubt.
However, no one expected that the Chinese army, which seemed to have no heavy weapons, would launch an attack first, and the continuous and dull strange sounds and smoke spread from the Chinese army's position. Not long after, the Indians were stunned to find that directly ahead, the positions of the United States of America appeared. A blazing fire and the loud noise that made people's scalp explode echoed throughout the delta.
(to be continued)