1855 United States Tycoon

"Sir, the No. 2 transfer station was attacked by Indians. They sent a telegram asking for help." A member of the escort reported to Bob.

"How many Indians are there?" Bob asked excitedly.

"Hundreds of people!" the guard replied.

"Okay, let the soldiers assemble."

Soon, a team of escorts got ready and boarded the armored train. The armored train had been on fire a long time ago and was ready, so the driver rang a whistle, and the armored train drove along the railway towards the second station.

"Sir, transfer station No. 1 has also been attacked by Indians."

"How many people are there?" Bob asked.

"There are hundreds of people."

"Damn it, why are there so many Indians?" Bob cursed, "Let the soldiers gather!"

A few minutes later, another armored train drove out of the camp.

"Sir, transfer station No. 3..."

"Attacked by Indians again?" Bob said, "Assemble soldiers!"

A few minutes later, the last armored train also left. At this time, the sun has gradually drifted to the west.

Bob was sitting next to the telegraph machine, and the situation of the three transfer stations was constantly being reported back by telegraph.

"God bless, these Indians don't know anything about modern technology. They don't know to cut the telegraph line." Bob thought. There are many Indians, but armored trains are not easy to deal with. In addition to forty fully armed soldiers, there are two steel artillery on the train. These two artillery guns are rifled guns, and the company provided them with smokeless propellant wrapped in silk powder. This makes it easier to clear the chamber, and the corresponding rate of fire will be much higher. Bob vaguely heard that the company chief was developing a new artillery, which could shoot at as fast as the Macdonald 1857 rifle. However, relying on the existing rifled gun and the grenade shell, this thing is definitely enough for the Indians to eat a pot.

At this time, someone handed him a newly translated text.

Bob took the message. The message was simple: "The enemy retreats, the enemy has not left, please give instructions."

Bob estimated that the Indians temporarily gave up the attack on the transfer station after being attacked by the armored train, but they did not withdraw, but retreated outside the armored train's killing range to confront them.

"Let them stay there and protect the transfer station. Defend against night attacks by the Indians." Bob ordered.

Soon, they received telegrams from several other stations, and the situation was basically the same. Bob made the same arrangement.

At this time, the sky was completely dark. Bob estimated that there would be no major changes in a short time, so he left the telegraph room. When he left, he arranged a night shift and told them to "contact these stations every twenty minutes at night. If there is any) Let me know what happens right away."

But all night, everything was normal, and the Indian did not launch the night attack he had been worried about. Bob slept peacefully until dawn.

At more than seven o'clock in the morning, the lookout suddenly discovered that thousands of Indians had appeared near the camp. Bob hurriedly put the remaining forty guards in position to prepare for defense. At the same time, the gun storeroom was opened and the workers were given guns to prepare for defense.

"Sir, we have too few people, do we want to transfer the armored train back?" a guard asked.

"Arnold, you send the order, let them send a telegram, and transfer the armored train back!" Bob ordered.

"Yes, sir!" The messenger Arnold ran towards the telegraph room.

Bob raised his telescope and continued to observe the Indians. These Indians, wearing various feather headdresses, stayed out of the range of the artillery. They all got down from their horses, sat on the ground, and began to eat breakfast. Obviously, they have walked a long way, and now they need to rest for both the man and the horse so that they can regain their strength.

"When you recover, the armored train will come back. By then, there will be three armored trains, plus the existing strength in the camp. There will be a total of 160 guards, a hundred cannons, and more than three hundred people. Workers with rifles, this is definitely not what these Indians can beat." Bob thought this way, feeling that the tension in his heart gradually faded.

But at this moment, Arnold ran back quickly, and he ran to Bob and whispered: "Sir, the telegraph line has been cut off."

This is definitely not good news, especially at this time. Fortunately, Arnold was very sensible and didn't say the news out loud. Otherwise, the gang of Irish immigrants’ scumbags will hear such bad news that they can’t ask for help from the outside world, and they will automatically translate it as they have been abandoned, and they will definitely be unable to beat things like that. Then maybe the Indians charge at once, and most of them don't have to fight, and they will collapse.

"We have contacted the three armored trains by telegram, and they will be back soon!" Bob shouted loudly, "There will be state militias and more guards coming to support them."

The news of Bob's announcement made everyone cheer, but Bob himself frowned. The telegraph line of the cable telegraph was suddenly cut. This is not good news. It means that I have been trapped by the Indians since yesterday. Now Bob can fully understand what the Indians are doing. They first launched a feint yesterday afternoon to attract three armored trains and a large number of guards, and then drag them there until dark. After dark, for safety reasons, it is impossible for the armored train to drive back to the camp, because there is no good lighting source at this time. If the Indians do something on the railway, it would be really fatal. At this time, it is certain that some Indians will take advantage of the night to destroy a section of the railway. Of course, they still include keeping the telegraph line uncut, so that they feel that they are in control. They did not cut off the telegraph line until their brigade appeared near the camp.

"It's not because I'm incompetent, it's because the Indians are too cunning." Bob comforted himself in this way, and then cheered up and arranged a defense. Fortunately, he still has two cannons. In addition, barbed wire has been erected outside the camp, and mines have been buried between the barbed wires. In addition, the enclosing walls of the camp are also very strong. Those walls are connected one by one with two thick trunks that are close to each other. Soil is also filled between the two layers of tree trunks, which is very strong. This also gave Bob the confidence to stick to it.

Not long after Bob lost contact with the three armored trains outside, the telegram was also cut off at the transfer station. Fortunately, the telegraph lines between the three transfer stations are still connected. So the three armored trains got in touch with each other. After discussion, they decided to send an armored train along the railway to the camp to see what happened.

Wallace was the captain of this armored train, and his train had to stop just after it had gone out for less than ten miles. Because at least hundreds of meters in front of the railroad tracks were all stripped off by the Indians.

The guards were not unprepared for the fact that the Indians might rip off the railroad. The armored train had a certain number of railroad tracks. If the Indians only stripped off a section of more than ten meters, then they could stop the car and quickly take out the spare rails from the car and lay them on it.But this time, the Indians actually stripped hundreds of meters of railroad tracks in one go. This cannot be repaired by an armored train.

"The Indians must be besieging our camp!" Wallace made such a judgment immediately.

"Sir, what should we do? How about we walk back to help them?" said a young man named Leonardo. His brother is also in the guard and is now staying in the camp.

"No, if we walk there, without the protection of trains and cannons, the Indians don’t even have to hit our ambush. As long as one charge, none of our forty can see the sun tomorrow. Maybe the Indian ambush is ahead. Waiting for us." Wallace immediately rejected Leonardo's suggestion.

"Then what should we do?" Leonardo asked.

"Immediately go back and notify the headquarters so that they can mobilize their strength to come and assist. At the same time, I hope that Chief Bob can withstand it."

The other soldiers also agreed with Wallace's point of view. So the train began to retreat and headed towards the transfer station where they started.

At this time, Bob saw the Indians stand up one after another. A group of Indians got on their horses first. They dispersed and rushed towards the camp at a very high speed.

"Are these Indians stupid? Didn't they see the barbed wire fence? That is not what their horse can jump over. Do they want to knock the barbed wire away by the impact of the war horse? That's just a dream!" Bob Thinking about it.

However, the Indians did not really hit the barbed wire directly. They manipulated the horses skillfully, and when they turned sharply close to the barbed wire, they changed their direction. At the same time, the Indians threw the iron hooks to the rope and hooked the barbed wire. Obviously, they want to pull the barbed wire apart in this way.

If there are still eight cannons in his hand, with enough shells, Bob can definitely teach people with this kind of idea to re-behave in minutes, but now he only has two cannons in his hand, although the two cannons have been fired. , And also smoothly hit some Indians, but when these Indians rushed over, the formation was very loose, and they didn't really hit too many. There are still many Indians who hooked the iron hook to the wire fence and began to turn around and pull them.

"Fire!" Bob gave an order, and hundreds of rifles fired. The Indians fell from their horses like fallen leaves. Their horses also ran wildly in fright.

The Sioux Indians don’t use stirrups, so they can’t pull the rope with their hands to open the barbed wire. The other end of the rope hook is not held in the hands of the imprinters, but is set on their horses. Shoulders. These wounded horses ran desperately, and immediately opened a big opening in the barbed wire.

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