Chapter 452 What we need is a group of allies who know how to unite and unite!
The Requiem of Death looks so exciting today. The dense gunfire is like the non-stop playing keys, and the rumbling gunfire is like the heart-shaking drumbeat. The Indian warriors stood on the beam and stared at the battlefield of iron and fire, blood and smoke under the hillside, shocked, stunned, unbelievable, and even with a trace of fear.
This bloody battle completely overturned the Indians' perception of the way of fighting for thousands of years. The chiefs and elders sitting on horseback, the wise but once stubborn old people who had climbed the rings of years, have been insisting and even paranoid at this moment. There was a huge crack, which was hammered by these muskets and artillery.
"Perhaps, it's not a bad thing for us Indians to let the children of the tribe read these oriental books, learn their knowledge, and let those warriors be trained by them." Almost all of them had such an idea in their hearts.
Such a strong combat effectiveness, and a nation that has always been friendly to the Indians, and has almost the same skin color except for different language and customs. If you don't cooperate with them, do you still cooperate with the white people who regard the Indians as their deadly enemies?
Just when they had thousands of clues in their hearts that needed to be straightened out, the battle in the delta was coming to an end. The formation of the American Army soldiers had been destroyed by the fierce artillery fire, and the strong and precise lethality of the muskets in the enemy in front of them forced the soldiers who had lost their courage to retreat. It should be said to run away. They threw down the weapons in their hands and ran back desperately, just like the wild deer who were scared to flee by the wolves. They could no longer care about the companions who fell to the ground and groan, let alone the military flag that was already full of burning holes and covered the ground. At this moment, they just wanted to escape from this terrible It's like a battlefield like lava hell.
And at this time, their cavalry had long lost the confidence and courage to defeat the enemy. They tried to whip the mounts on their bodies, trying to stay farther away from those oriental cavalry. However, whenever they hear the crisp sound of gunfire behind them, they will see their companions running for their lives together like electric shocks. That kind of fear and torture make them unable to control their reason. The sense of honor of the country and the mission of the soldiers turned into the most original survival instinct of human beings and worked hard to escape.
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The helmet was no longer known when it was blown away. Wu Qi, who obviously looked at a crack on the left side of the cavalry's breastplate, had strangled the horse's head. For him to chase and kill these cavalry who had lost all his courage, he really couldn't lift his surname too much interest. After taking the blood-soaked saber on the blade back from the sheath. Look around, this once-enging meadow is full of corpses of people and horses, most of which belong to the cavalry of the United States of America, and only a few swords that let the other party's knives just aim at the face and neck. The robes have lost their lives. There are only more than a dozen injured, and they lay down on the ground. The American cavalry of No. 70 or 80.
However, Wu Qi did not show a happy expression on his face, but a depressed face and nagging angrily at the guards around him: "Those bastards! How to practice marksmanship? Look here. Twenty or thirty dead horses alone have to be shot to death by those fools. It's really a group of desperate prodigal boys. Don't they know how valuable these horses are..."
Hearing the complaint of his company commander, the guards next to him could only roll his eyes. Who let the company commander do before he became a cavalry was a vendor, and his favorite thing to do was to care about everything. Company commander, shall we help the infantry chase those rabbits? Seeing that Wu Qi seemed to be interested in continuing to nagging, the guard quickly interrupted.
"Cut, do you still need to chase those frightened fools? Don't worry, the old hooligan Pan Jinxian said that I would rob him of his credit. Wu Qi curled his lips and said.
At this moment, the battle on Pan Jinxian's side has come to an end. It can't be over. So violent and dense that the fire was smashed down. Not to mention people, even the steel was blown up. On the battlefield, there was a mess. The injured were still wailing. On the fat and green field, exposed There are gray pits one after another, just like graves dug up for these Americans.
Major Jordan knelt on the grass. His left leg had been cut off to the knee, and there were several terrible wounds on his face. His eyes looked at everything in front of him dullly and blankly. Even the deserters could not care about scold and curse. At this moment, his expression was like those he had seen by him and his colleagues. The companions caught it and were as numb as the Indian civilians who were ready to slaughter.
The army of the Orientals has rushed over. They are like a group of beasts that are prey. Their muzzle has been equipped with that kind of daunting three-edging thorns, which are the sharp and ferocious claws of the beasts. Their pace is vigorous and powerful, and their eyes are thick. Killing intent and blood-eating excitement.
A faint wry smile appeared on the corners of Major Jordan's mouth. Those Orientals actually had such terrible weapons. Their fierceness even far exceeded that of the long-term American veterans. Will the unfavorable expansion of the United States of America on this continent be stopped by the mysterious and powerful military force from the East?
Major Jordan failed to figure out the problem. A sharp three-edging gun poked him in the heart, poked him fiercely, and then quickly pulled it back. Major Jordan blinked his eyes hard to distinguish the appearance of the Oriental man, but he only saw a young and energetic face in front of him. Shake it over, and then, I only see the endless blue sky, the blue and white sky, at this moment, it seems to be extraordinarily pure...
"Those barbarians rushed over! What should we do? Looking at the scattered soldiers and cavalry, the non-combatants in the camp finally couldn't stop their fear and timidity and began to shout loudly, and their footsteps gradually moved back.
"Mr. James, what should we do now? Those barbarians will never let us go. Tears of fear in the eyes of a scholar standing next to James had flowed out. He was just a scholar. Although he shouted loudly when he saw his companions slaughtering the Indians, and although he was in a very comfortable mood when he divided up the victory products, now, everything is just like a dream, and now, bloody The tragic reality made him find that his current situation is similar to that of the massacred Indians.
"I, I don't know..." James's mouth has been trembling, and the famous architectural designer, who was entrusted with the political axe and trusted by the legislators, trembled like the dog's tail grass trembling in the cold wind.
"We surrender, we are willing to surrender." Someone shouted, and the weapon in his hand had been thrown away by him, and he cried in excitement and panic. The enemy was still hundreds of meters away, but he felt as if there was a butcher's knife hanging over his head.
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"Report that there are a total of 170 prisoners of war. The other side has escaped 11 cavalry, and dozens of others have jumped into the river. I don't know where they are now." Pan Jinxian stood in front of Zhu Ye and reported loudly.
"Are there any wounded?" Zhu Ye curled his mouth and glanced at Pan Jinxian lightly. Pan Jinxian patted his head, and his eyes lit up: "Yes, there are 31 minor injuries. I feel sorry for those seriously injured, and they all sent them on the road."
"What does it mean to send them on the road? Your words have a bad influence. It is easy to make people listen to ambiguity. It should be said that out of the spirit of humanitarianism, we helped them finish the last journey of their lives and let them return to the arms of God..." Zhu Ye's serious expression was like a devout shepherd. Teacher.
The laughter next to him did not damage Zhu Ye's thick skin at all. By the way, have you sorted out all the information for me?
"Don't worry, Zhu Da, I sent a company of soldiers to collect all the things with letters in the camp, enough to pack one-third of the ghosts in the car. But I said Zhu Da, why do you want those shabby things?" After reporting the business, Pan Jinxian regained his face when he was usually hanging out with Zhu Ye. He talked about a cigarette and handed one to Zhu Ye to ask.
"Idiot, the expedition can come to us from the east of the New World. Along the way, these scholars and experts must have found a lot of good things recorded. When we get those materials, it is equivalent to picking up a big fruit for nothing. I can't figure it out. It's still a piece of shit. It's in your mind. It's a broken thing." Zhu Ye rolled his eyes angrily, took two mouthfuls of cigarettes fiercely and then scolded.
Pan Jinxian smiled with some embarrassment: "It's not my fault. As soon as the battle was over, my head was still chaotic. I didn't figure it out for a moment. Shall we also use those scholars and experts?"
"Of course, it should be used, but it's not now. Let's take them back first. Let's talk about labor reform for a month. If it doesn't work, add another two months. If you don't wear out the surnames of these white-skinned ghosts, will he do things for you honestly? Go and dream of you."
"However, the Indians have been convinced of this battle. Just now, they took the initiative to ask me to send the children of their tribe to our school. In addition, the wolf's eye came to me again and said that he wanted us to help them train the army, but I didn't agree." After exhaling a cigarette obliquely, Pan Jinxian turned his head, looked at the Indians who were cleaning up their positions with his subordinates, and whispered.
"Why?"
"They can only join our army after being scattered, because it is not the time to train their own army. What we need is a group of allies who know how to unite and unite, not a tribal force that fights for small things like a mess." There was a cunning shrewdness in Zhu Ye's eyes.
(to be continued)