In a desolate and uninhabited hill, a blackened Spanish cavalry came to a standstill.

The red uniforms were wet with rain, and the colors could not be seen in the dark night.

At the foot of a hill of bushes and grasses, Desegre stood under a pine tree at the top of the hill, looking out at a village in the distance with only sporadic fires, and a menacing group of horsemen stood silently at the bottom of the hill, numbering only a hundred and ten.

Just as Chinese generals always treat the most elite troops as their guards, European generals have this problem.

This team seems to have only one company of cavalry, and the soldiers are all burly and imposing. It was silent, as if it were a stone sculpture. Majestic-looking.

There was also a flag bearer before the fight, riding motionless on a horse, holding the reins in one hand and holding a Spanish flag tightly in the other.

On one side of the flag, there stood a particularly tall horse, which was pitch black and shiny. This is one of Artesa Desegre's favorite mounts.

Under the pine trees, Artesa de Segre finally closed his eyes, except for the darkness, he could not see a trace of light from the small village, although he had entered middle age, he was still very strong, and his broad shoulders seemed to be able to carry it when the sky fell. His eyebrows and eyes could not be seen clearly in the night when there was no moonlight or starlight, but as long as he was in front of him, he would definitely notice his bright eyes.

Artesa Desegre was now staring at the endless darkness ahead, his eyes full of determination, composure, and a hint of joy. He didn't expect that he would be so lucky, and on the way to the palm grove, he actually came across a small village, and it was obviously alive.

This allowed the Spanish cavalry, who had been suffering for a day in the drizzle, to rest and enjoy themselves.

It has been nearly half a month since leaving the Colorado estuary, and now it is time to harvest.

He didn't know what the current Baja California Peninsula and the frontal battlefield would look like, but now he stepped into danger and also into the harvest.

Artesa de Segre was waiting, looking intently to the east. Across some hills, about five miles or so, there were a few flickering fires. In order to prevent stepping into the trap, he carefully sent people to reconnoiter the surrounding area.

The cool night breeze was blowing, and Desegre, who was holding his cloak, sat under a large rock, he did not feel a trace of sleepiness, and his whole mind was thinking about what to do next, until he was awakened by the sound of horses' hooves!

"Your Excellency General, there are no Chinese ambushes in the surrounding mountains, there seems to be a secret post around the village, and we are not too close."

A heartfelt smile came out of Desegre's mouth. He felt that he had been blessed by God to realize his luck, and "let the soldiers rest in the first half of the night, and we will leave at two o'clock." ”

Polishing a match, Desegre's pocket watch showed that it was just ten o'clock.

Two o'clock in the morning came, and the sound of shredded sounds and low hooves of horses sounded outside a small and inconspicuous village. Desegre, who had slept in the first half of the night, was about to act.

From the fact that their camp was only five miles from the village, less than ten miles, even if everyone slowed down, it only took two quarters of an hour to reach the outside of the village. But the sound of horses' hooves still alarmed the militia at the sentry. The houses in the village are lit up with lights.

De Segre didn't care about the militia in this village, which was not a small town, but a rural village, with an estimated forty or fifty houses. That is, forty or fifty households, and for five or six people in a household, that is a small village of two or three hundred people.

Even if these two or three hundred people are all militiamen, it is not worth mentioning. He only needs a thunderous blow, a sweep under absolute strength, and then it is enjoyment.

A small village about 20 miles away from the palm grove, this is a village that has just been established for less than a year, and the total population is indeed only a little more than 300, less than 60 households.

Darkness completely enveloped this small village.

The existence of the militia is not for show, but for the real vigilance of all bad things that may happen. Each open and dark whistle has a gong, whistle, or leather drum at its hand.

When more than 3,000 Spanish cavalry suddenly attacked, the sound of the hooves of more than 3,000 horses made the small village lively. The oil lamps were lit one by one, and then all the villagers quickly moved into the tunnels.

Yes, authentically.

This issue was raised back at the very beginning of immigration to North America.

The immigration work in North America is different from that of Nanyang, not from Nanmingzhou, and even more so from the Outer Northeast, Northwest and Korea, all of which are controlled by China, and even if there are 'hostile elements', the militia organized in the village is enough to deal with it. This strategy has proved to be correct, and so far, except in the northeast, there are really few immigrant villages that have been broken by the rebels.

But what about North America?

The indigenous Indians of the West Coast were not worth mentioning, but the Spaniards were a great scourge. Especially in the latter part of the primary conflict, the Spaniards, with their overwhelming superiority in cavalry, threatened the outlying settlements.

Chen Ming thought for a long time, and finally sounded the tunnel.

When he was young, I don't know how many times I watched the movie "Tunnel War", although the plot of the movie is inevitably fictional and exaggerated, but the "tunnel" thing is really a necessary artifact to protect one's own safety when the power is weak.

Moreover, the Chinese immigrants at this time did not need to hide in the tunnels for a long time, and their enemies did not have the absolute advantage of the little devils when facing the expeditionary force.

The tunnel is just a hiding place for immigrants, rather than forming an underground network of houses and houses, streets and villages like Ranzhuang in Baoding Qingyuan. What the tunnels of Chinese immigrants in North America need is just a simple hiding place, and as for the underground fortress that can fight and hide, waterproof, fireproof, and anti-poison, China in this space-time plane should not be needed.

Let's not think about whether China in this plane will use the ultimate version of the tunnel one day, anyway, at the moment, everyone is nervous. This tunnel has not been really used since they were organized and every household had to dig it.

But the township officials of the migrant villages are in charge, and every month they urge the migrants to put preserved sweet potatoes and corn in the tunnels, as well as water.

A small number of people have already used the tunnels as a fortified version of the cellar, and a large amount of grain is stored in them.

Now the immigrants, who were awakened in their sleep, rose in a hurry, and many soldiers did not have time to get dressed, so they opened the tunnel one after another, and families and children got into it one by one. Those who are a little calmer will also prepare cooked food and water, and as well as weapons as much as possible.

Even if it is a kitchen knife, as long as it can hold the entrance of the cave, even if the tunnel entrance is discovered by the Spaniards, it does not necessarily have to be captured.

The great horror caused some militiamen to scream loudly: "Enemy attack, enemy attack!" ”

"It's cavalry, it's the cavalry of the big duck!" The screams of the militia were accompanied by the shrill sound of gunfire and the Spanish cavalry, which looked like ghosts suddenly appearing in the night.

More than 3,000 Spanish cavalry could indeed sweep through the entire village, and when they rushed towards the village in waves, it was like a mountain of steel, rumbling down from overhead, heavy and unstoppable.

But the three words 'big plate duck' made the hearts of the militiamen who shouted out a little lighter, this is the Chinese nickname for 'Spain', a nickname that has no deterrent power, the image of the duck will only be involved with stupidity, fierceness or forget it. And although I don't know who the first one came from, this nickname has been very common and widespread among the people.

The roaring hooves of the horses rolled like thunderbolts, and they swept through them like a whirlwind of destructive power, destroying everything.

In the face of this terrible torrent, the fences, fences, wood gates, and even the fragile bodies of the few unlucky fellows were destroyed like paper paste by the Spanish cavalry, and the terrible screams echoed in the night sky, and finally dissipated in blood. Any resistance was completely trampled into powder by this torrent.

Except for those who hid in the tunnels and shot at the outside.

Desegre was very surprised to find the 'tunnel', a thing that he didn't have to prepare to break his brain, and everyone was going to be confused.

As he watched a squad of cavalry cornering the militia of the three villages, he fled into a small brick house. Then, when the Spaniards, who surrounded the brick house, searched every inch of the brick house and found no human figure, the major officer who led the team angrily asked the soldiers to dig three feet into the ground with shovels and hammers found from the farmhouse, and finally a dark hole less than two feet square appeared in front of De Segre's eyes, which made De Segre angry and angry in surprise.

This is a provocation to his dignity!

De Segre even felt that there were many lowly Chinese immigrants laughing at the futility of his efforts at this moment.

Not only did this one find the hole. It is obviously not normal to search the entire village, but only a few immigrants who cannot escape immediately due to various reasons have been caught. When the Spaniards searched the room carefully, some hidden and not too hidden tunnel entrances were discovered.

Desegre's eyes were about to pop out of their sockets. It was so shocking to him.

In his life, he has experienced many wars, but he has never seen such a means of hiding and keeping himself safe, is this the wisdom of the Orientals?

The whole battle was very easy, only two of the Spaniards were wounded, and two others were killed, and the number of people they caught, together with the two militiamen killed, was no more than nine.

Very easy fight.

The Spaniards got the warmth, food, and fresh meat they were expecting.

They wantonly slaughtered pigs, sheep, cows, chickens, ducks and poultry in the village. Like locusts, they swept away all the food in the village, and then they burned the whole village with fire.

Don't worry about the leakage, in fact, after the militia spotted the Spanish cavalry, three red flares were fired into the air. From that moment on, De Segre knew that it was impossible for him to sneak into the palm grove.

Desegre really didn't expect Chinese to make so many ...... 'off-the-plate moves', if he knew this, he wouldn't attack easily, anyway, it was unexpected and incredible.

The differences brought about by the evolution and development of Eastern and Western civilizations have produced a sharp contrast on the issue of 'authenticity'. This tactic of the Chinese immigrant villages is completely different from the villages he encountered when he suppressed local revolts in South America.

The Chinese will have the tunnel to hide themselves and ensure the safety of their lives, and after sending the three soldiers down to a tunnel, but only a few noises and a single gunshot, and there is no longer a sound, Desegre no longer thinks about arresting the Chinese in the tunnel.

He didn't have that much time either.

Maybe he could try a smoked jug when he had enough time, but right now, he's not in the mood for that.

Although his whereabouts have been revealed, Desegre still wants to get closer to the palm grove to have a look.

So, as soon as the day dawned, they rumbled out of the village and ran towards the palm grove. The migrants who crawled out of the tunnels wept without tears as they looked at their homes burned to the ground, but the relatives and friends of the nine people who died last night pulled out the bodies of nine people from the rubble, and sorrow enveloped everyone.

It is difficult to say whether the nine people who died were killed first, and then their bodies were thrown into the house to be charred, or they were burned to death, but now everyone hates the 'big duck' to the extreme.

And that's just the beginning.

The expeditionary force was plagued by a lack of cavalry, most of which were in San Diego, some of which were patrolled and the other part formed a cavalry team to cooperate with the infantry units to continuously counterattack the Spaniards.

There is only one battalion of cavalry staying in the Tokyo area, and a battalion of cavalry of the expeditionary force, no matter how confident it is, is also small compared to a cavalry team of more than 3,000 people.

Although Desegre's cavalry did not inflict much damage on the emigrants and expeditionary forces, their 'merit' was to kill hundreds of cattle and horses and burn a dozen or twenty villages.

That is a completely harassing force, the real battle of the North-West War, and the frontal battlefield, as well as the Xiajiazhou Peninsula.

Rivera didn't estimate the amount of the expeditionary force, but he forgot to count Ding Zhuang among the immigrants. De Rivera has forgotten that at the beginning of the Spanish immigration, the French at the beginning of immigration, and the Anglo-Saxons at the beginning of immigration, there was no separation between military and civilian.

Perhaps it was the 'large-scale' that Chen Han made in just a few years to confuse De Rivera, anyway, De Rivera forgot this, and it was the Spaniards who suffered.

Of course, the militia selected from the immigrants could not be compared with the expeditionary force, but they were sufficient for defense. Especially against a group of cavalry, a group of cavalry who have no heavy weapons, and even carry very few rockets.

Starting at the Palm Grove, the Spanish cavalry led by Desegre attacked several smaller towns, all of which were repulsed without exception.

They had rockets, and the defenders had rockets. Upon learning that the Spanish already had rockets, the simple weapon was quickly distributed to the towns below as a killer weapon to compensate for the lack of firepower.

Now, the effect is here.