1855 United States Tycoon

When the last barbed wire fence was destroyed, the bison felt that he was only one fist away from victory.

"Warriors! Victory is here!" The bison made the final mobilization towards the tribe's warriors, "The end of the white people is approaching! We have all seen that other tribes were broken by the white people, and they lost their own. In the land, their wives and children’s scalps were taken off by the whites to receive rewards. What did they do wrong? Didn’t they once vowed by the sun and the whites that they would keep peace with the whites, and the whites promised that they would not violate Is their land? However, as long as the railway reaches the vicinity of their settlement, there will be more and more white people. By that time, the white people who had contracted with them because they could not be overwhelmed by their power would not have He hesitantly tore up Sacred's pledge, found out all the despicable excuses, attacked them, seized their land, and killed their wives and children.

In the accounts of exiles, we are all familiar with such stories. But we always feel that this kind of story is far away from us. We are stronger than the original tribes of all the exiles. We are also farther away from the white people. We have never offended them. Moreover, the white people are also sure with us. Across the border between the two sides...

But today, an ominous thing has appeared in our territory. This is the railway, and even unlike the stories of the exiles, the white people did not build the railway near our territory, but directly built them into our territory. Yesterday, some of you have seen how powerful the monsters running along the railway are. If this railway is allowed to extend, if it is allowed to divide our territory in half, those tragic stories of exile will surely become our future. For the land of the tribe and tomorrow, we must destroy this sinful railway! Although we may suffer heavy casualties, we must fight for the tribe’s tomorrow! "

"Kill all the white people!" countless Indians shouted. Then the Buffalo Chief took the lead in singing an ancient Indian song and performed an ancient dance to ancestors and gods. The other Indians sang the song along, and stomped their feet with clapping hands. This simple song became louder and louder as it sang, and it even felt a little bit louder, and the sound was shaking.

Listening to the singing of the Indians, Bob couldn't help but change his face. He looked at the Indians who were shouting through the binoculars. He knew that the Indians' general offensive was about to begin.

"Hey, sir... Officer." Bob felt his own shoulder being slapped again. "What are they singing about?"

Bob turned his head and saw that it was James.

"I'm not an Indian, how do I know!" Bob said irritably. Then after thinking about it, he added another sentence: "Be careful in a while, people are going to play it for real this time."

"Oh, I see, just now... they didn't really play just now?"

In the singing, the Indians were ready to attack. In the end, the singing stopped, and the whole world suddenly became quiet, even the wind stopped. Only the copper wire-like withered grass on the ground was still trembling slightly. After a while, a slight and long sound broke the silence. This was the sound of the Indian horns. The sound began to get higher and louder. When the trumpet reached its extreme height, all the Indians shouted loudly together, and then rushed towards the camp like the tide of a bank burst.

"Raise the gun!" Bob shouted. The previous actual combat proved one thing, that is, the accuracy of the Irish free shooting was terrible. So he decided to let them use the old-fashioned volley of guns. In this way, at least aiming at Tom, the chance of hitting John will be much higher.

"Aim!" Bob continued to shout.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!" I don't know who fired first, and then the Irish all fired cracklingly.

After all, a volley is a volley, and the chance of hitting someone is higher than that of a free shot. With a volley of three hundred guns, one guy knocked down five or six Indians—because the Indians did not enter the effective range at all.

"Damn it! Who made you shoot!" Bob was almost mad. "Quick! Load the bullets! Hurry up!"

Taking advantage of the opportunity of the workers hurriedly loading bullets, a group of Indians with rifles rushed over. They lay down behind the corpses of the horses that had been killed, and fired at the workers on the fence with the McDonald's 1857 rifle in their hands.

"All squat down! Squat down!" Bob yelled as he fought back.

A worker who had just loaded a bullet just exposed his head from the wall, and a bullet accurately hit his head. His head exploded, red and white scattered everywhere. Immediately afterwards, several more workers who came out to shoot were killed.

The level of the Indian gunmen is obviously much better than those of the workers. If this burst of shooting is placed under normal circumstances, it can definitely suppress the defender's head. But the current defenders are an exception. Although they lack skills and discipline, they never lack courage. The methamphetamine rushing in their veins gave them great courage. Although people were constantly being shot Death, there were always people who kept coming up to shoot. Although their shots did not necessarily hit the target, and most of them even fired empty guns, under the cover of their fearless life and death, the guards were able to effectively shoot at the Indian gunmen. Relying on the precision shooting version of MacDonald 1857 in his hand, Bob killed five or six Indian gunmen in a row, and other guards also made some gains.

At this time, under the cover of the gunmen behind, the Indian holding the ladder had already approached the wall.

"Prepare the grenade!" Despite the roar of guns, Bob's loud voice can still be heard by the guards.

The guards squatted down, modeled grenades, pulled the fuse, and then threw them at the Indians.

The defensive grenade exploded into a sound, and shrapnel flying horizontally knocked down a large area of ​​the Indians rushing over. More Indians rushed over and were knocked to the ground by grenades.

The flying defensive grenades repelled the Indian offensive. In this round of attacks, the Indians paid a huge price. Outside the fence of the camp, there were at least hundreds of Indian corpses lying all over the place. Bob felt that this setback should greatly dampen the morale of the Indians. It should take a long time for them to launch the next offense.

But Bob and the others have reached their limit. More than a hundred workers were killed and injured. Today, fewer than one-third of the workers are still able to fight. The guards have also been killed or injured, and only about half are left. What's worse, because grenades are expensive, the stock is very limited. Up to now, um, there are only about 20 left. If the Indians launched such an offensive again, they would not be able to stop it anyway.

However, the Indians also seemed to be frightened by the grenades that rained down during this round of offensive. After retreating, they stayed there for a while, then began to retreat slowly, and finally disappeared into the distant mountains. middle.

Bob watched the last Indian disappear from his field of vision, and he felt his strength disappeared with the Indian. He sat down on the ground, gasping for breath. Some others cheered loudly, others wailed loudly, and others couldn't cry as they watched the dead and injured workers.

In the afternoon, the destroyed railway was rushed through, and reinforcements arrived one after another. Everyone relaxed, opened the camp door, and began to count the corpses left outside by the Indians.

"I want to inform everyone of the situation." Scrooge said to the directors. "We have just repelled an Indian attack on our railway. Countless Indians have been killed, just because they abandoned more bodies. There are more than five hundred. Our military experts believe that more Indians will be wounded and lost their combat effectiveness. Now, we can be sure that after this battle, the Indians of Minnesota have suffered heavy losses and are no longer able to Is capable of causing any more threats to our railways. And the Blackwater Guards we hired, in pursuit of victory, swept five Indian camps. The last three of them have been abandoned. I have reason to believe that the Indians. Has escaped from our territory!"

"In addition, there is another piece of news to tell everyone. At the beginning, I strongly requested that the railway line move north, and many people expressed opposition. Therefore, the construction cost of this section of the railway was basically shared by me and Mr. Mogen. I paid a hundred dollars. Eighty out of ten, Mr. Morgan is here for 20%. According to the contract, the mining rights allocated to the company in this area are naturally divided between me and Mr. Morgan at a ratio of eight to two." Shi Gao Zhi glanced at William Vanderbilt, who was sitting next to him with a pale face, and continued, "While pursuing the Indians, the prospecting team I hired discovered extremely large iron ore in the territory that originally belonged to these Indians. . Its reserves have not been estimated, but it is absolutely no problem to rank among the top three in the United States. I am telling you this, not to show off to you on purpose, but to tell you that I am sure of what I insist on. There is a reason. Don't blindly oppose me, it's no good! Follow me, I can guarantee that everyone will have meat."

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