America 1881: Legend of the West

Major Harrison led some militiamen from the northern camp to the scene carrying lanterns and torches.

But the major was in no rush to join the fight.

Instead, he asked his men to put out the torches and stay far away.

Wouldn't holding a torch in the dark make you a living target?

He gaped at the scene before him.

Both sides are basically fighting in general directions, it all depends on luck.

Those who came back said that there was an electrified barbed wire fence outside the village and it was difficult to get through. Some people died and some were injured.

"Let them withdraw!" Harrison turned to the mayor and said, "Don't be embarrassed there."

The mayor shouted at the top of his lungs: "Get out! Get out! Drag back everyone who can!"

One after another, the town militiamen withdrew back, including the white-bearded old man whose son had died.

The old man was dragged out of the darkness by three people.

The man had fainted from the pain, the gun had been thrown away, and he was dragged like a dead dog.

Harrison glanced at the old man with a white beard on the ground with a look of disgust.

"Are we retreating now?" the mayor asked cautiously, "or are we going to find someone to talk to them tomorrow?"

The major snorted:
"We've already beaten each other, so why talk?"

He glanced in the direction of the settlement and said to himself:
"Let you have a peaceful sleep again."

The next morning, Lin Sanshan urgently gathered the Chinese people in the settlement.

The children were arranged to hide in a building near the center. Others, as long as they could bear arms, were gathered and assigned to every fortification on the periphery of the stronghold.

Lin Sanshan originally wanted the women to hide with the children, but his wife Jin Hongchan disagreed.

As a trained female warrior, she has always regarded Camilla as her idol, saying that women are not inferior to men, and even the women's army she organized can be included.

Lin Sanshan couldn't think of where to rank the Detachment of Women for the moment.

He really didn't want women to get involved in the war.

After experiencing the fierce battle last night, he had a hunch that the enemy would soon launch an attack here.

Although there has been no violence against Chinese in this country for a long time.

But from the first day he took office under Chen Jianqiu, Lin Sanshan was told by Chen:

If a fight really breaks out, these white people will be extremely cruel and unscrupulous.

Just think about how they treated the Indians.

Things that happened decades ago are still fresh in my mind.

His hunch was extremely accurate.

Before the personnel were assigned, Dongsheng hurried over to report to him:
"Boss, the enemy is here!"

"Which direction?"

"Four directions!"

Lin Sanshan was shocked and quickly ordered the people below to get into defensive positions.

And he himself followed Dongsheng and climbed up the iron tower.

Just as Dongsheng said, armed men with guns appeared in all four directions of the stronghold.

The formation of these people is not very neat and scattered, but there are many people.

Lin Sanshan couldn't tell for a while which direction the National Guard was going to attack.

"Dongsheng, please send a telegram to Roswell quickly, saying that the enemy has begun to attack the stronghold."

Lin Sanshan gave the order to the telegraph operator, while he was thinking about how to deal with the enemy's offensive.

It would be nice if there were still people available.

In this way, a reserve team can be formed to support wherever the enemy's offensive is fierce.

The former Longxiang team leader's eyes suddenly fell on the women's army under the iron tower.

Lin Sanshan climbed down from the iron tower, and his wife came up to him aggressively:
"Don't hide from me. I'm asking you why we can't go up? Will you become widows after you die? Are all our usual trainings in vain?"

Jin Hongchan chased Lin Sanshan with a semi-automatic rifle in her hand and asked. The female soldiers behind her were also fully armed.

She was very dissatisfied with her husband's attitude and answered perfunctorily every time she asked about it.

Unexpectedly, Lin Sanshan's attitude was different this time.

"Leave four people to take care of the children in the shelter, and leave about ten people to take care of logistics. The others will follow me!" He said to his wife without looking back.

Lin Sanshan, who rushed to the front line, met Brunson, a reporter from the New York World.

"Mr. Brunson, I'm sorry, I can't guarantee your safety now. Please go to the shelter." He stopped and told reporters.

"Don't worry about me, Mr. Lin. Those soldiers won't do anything to me." The reporter carried a camera with a stand on his shoulder. "As a reporter, I have the obligation and the right to know what is happening here and report it to Report the matter truthfully.”

"But bullets don't have eyes." Lin Sanshan wanted to persuade him something else. It was obvious that Brunson's attitude was extremely determined, so he said "be careful" and continued to run towards the front line with the reserve team.

At this time, outside the stronghold, Major Harrison, as the attacker, did not seem to be anxious at all.

He divided the attacking teams in each direction into two echelons.

The first echelon of the northern front launched the attack first.

The militiamen formed a line and moved towards the village.

They were soon within range.

The defending Chinese soldiers were also rude. After the routine loudspeaker broadcast had no effect for a while, they decisively fired their guns.

The Chinese stronghold at Fort Stockton did not have heavy machine guns, but they had plenty of automatic and semi-automatic weapons. A volley of fire knocked down five or six militiamen in the front.

As the militiamen advanced, they raised their guns and fired.

According to usual experience, there should be an obvious gap in the firepower on the opposite side.

But this fault did not appear.

Bullets swept over again, and many militiamen fell again.

The commander of the first team rushed halfway and then retreated with the team.

He happened to meet Harrison, who was commanding from a distance.

"Why don't you keep charging?" Harrison asked angrily, "The second echelon will go up to support you soon."

The commander took a breath:
"No, Major, the firepower from the other side is too fierce. They seem to be using new types of guns. We can't beat them at all."

Harrison almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

From the battle last night, he knew that there were automatic firearms on the opposite side.

But he didn't notice the presence of the heavy machine gun.

I originally thought that without machine guns, it would be impossible for the other side to block my charge.

Although his own equipment is not as good as the opponent's, he can still prevail with his numerical advantage.

Unexpectedly, I was only halfway through the rush and I couldn't hold it anymore.

Who knows that the largest arms dealer in the country is supplying weapons to the other side?

Soon, almost the same news came from the other three directions:
The attack was thwarted, many people were injured, and they couldn't even reach the barbed wire.

Harrison's Tooth-Chopping Flower.

Although one cannot be afraid of death in a war, he would feel bad if too many people died.

After all, it was difficult for him to say that this action was to defend the country.

He thought about it and quickly adjusted his attack strategy.

It is better to divide into two groups, take advantage of the accuracy of the bolt-action rifle, and keep a distance and shoot at the opponent.

He will try his best to wear down his opponent.

Meanwhile, at the state border.

Lieutenant Colonel Huntington of the Marine Corps and his troops were setting up a defense line on the road that must be passed.

The border between New Mexico and Texas is a flat wasteland with almost no defenses.

However, the lieutenant colonel was still very confident, because since the failure in the last Spanish-American War, the navy had funded them to equip them with a dozen heavy machine guns.

With these heavy machine guns, he was confident that he could bury any army coming from the other side of the state line.

No matter how strong your Chinese army is, they are still made up of mortal flesh and will become the dead under heavy machine guns.

Huntington and his men stood at the front line, looking at their positions with satisfaction.

Sandbag bunkers, barbed wire, and traffic trenches.
He was proud that his troops were able to build so many fortifications in such a short time.

"You see, our fortifications and firepower points are all set up in layers." Huntington stood on a high place, pointing at the positions, and "answering questions" for his subordinates.

"But, sir, what if they use artillery to bombard our positions?" The subordinate was very polite, "It is said that they have a lot of field artillery."

"This is very important." Huntington jumped down the trench with his men and pointed at the cat-ear holes dug in the wall. "When the enemy bombards us, we will hide here. When their soldiers launch a charge, we will come out."

"I stole this from the Chinese. Now I can use it on them." The lieutenant colonel dusted off his hands and said complacently.

After suffering a setback in Cuba, Huntington learned his lesson and, before withdrawing from Cuba, carefully observed the fortifications and trenches left behind by Chen Jianqiu's troops there.

"The task of the first line of defense is to lure the enemy deep into our territory, pretending that we cannot defeat them, thereby paralyzing them and attracting their artillery fire. After a brief resistance, we will directly retreat along the communication trench to the second line of defense."

Huntington was beaming with joy as he spoke.

He increasingly felt that he was a genius who could apply the tactics he learned from the Chinese to his own use.

Two days later, the Marines were still perfecting their fortifications on the battlefield.

Suddenly, one of the soldiers straightened up.

"Look, what is that?" He pointed to a large cloud of dust rising on the distant horizon.

"Get ready! Get ready! They're coming!" Huntington, who was standing aside and gesticulating, also looked into the distance and shouted excitedly, "Everyone get into defensive positions!"

Although he didn't know why the dust was so heavy, it was obvious that that was where the opponent's main force was.

The Marines quickly set up their guns and observed.

The machine gunners quickly took their positions at their respective firing points.

However, as the dust got closer, Huntington suddenly realized that something was wrong.

A rumbling sound like muffled thunder came into his ears from far away.

The lieutenant colonel picked up the telescope and looked forward.

Then his body froze.

Huge iron-like monsters appeared side by side on the horizon and were heading towards him.

They are tightly wrapped in steel plates, have a turret that appears to be able to rotate, and move forward on tracks.

The "thunder" that he heard was made by these "monsters"; and the dust was also raised by these "monsters".

Seeing his commander was stunned, the subordinate took the telescope from the lieutenant colonel.

No one saw his terrified eyes behind the telescope:
"Sir, what the hell is this? Are we, are we still going to 'lure the enemy deep into our territory'?"