"It's sir, make sure to get the job done. [Reading Network] "Pan Jinxian straightened his body on horseback and performed a standard military salute, and then rode towards the front team.

"Brother Wolf-Eyed, tell your father, Honorable Bison Chief, that all Indian brothers stop advancing." Looking at Pan Jinxian's distant back, Zhu Ye turned his head and looked at the Indian warrior who was listening to the conversation between the two of them, but was confused, and smiled.

"Brother Pan only brought a thousand people over, okay, why don't the warriors of our bison tribe go up together?" Looking at Pan Jinxian's figure, the wolf eye thought about it, raised his chest and volunteered to Zhu Ye.

"Okay, I said Wolf Eyes, please believe me, and believe in my companions, we sent a thousand people, we already value our opponents very much, besides, I have already said before I came, our soldiers are in charge of the main attack, when it is time for you to dispatch, I will naturally inform you, rest assured, I, Zhu Ye, am not a person who jokes about my brother's surname." Zhu Ye smiled and beat the chest that was as strong as iron in the wolf's eyes.

"Okay, I'll tell the chief." Seeing Zhu Ye's confident face, the wolf nodded vigorously, turned the horse's head, and rushed towards the rear team, I don't know why, what this Chinese said always gave people a sense of convincing, and an indescribable confidence.

The eagle circled in the sky, its long chirp rang out from time to time, and the dull beat of the drums was as sharp as a rifled cannonball.

In front of the expedition camp of the United States of America, a white army stretched out across the delta, like a dark pipeline, embedded in the fat green, a row of muskets, bayonets at their waists, proud white men in straight military uniforms, in the middle of their ranks, a few three-pounder guns, and behind them the camp, the flag of the United States of America fluttered, a group of scholars and miscellaneous servants who had not been to the battlefield calmly looked at the figures of these troops in front of them.

Some took out their pipes, or sipped strong liquor, and judged on it, and some even bet on how many Indians would be slaughtered in this battle.

James pushed his eyes, looked ahead with a smile, a small book in his hand, and an ink-soaked quill in the other, as if he wanted to describe the scenes of the war that was about to appear, and let the heroic and passionate war he saw turn into passionate characters in his pen to form a victorious poem.

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"What's the matter, are the Indians despising us, or are they looking down on us?" Jordan habitually spat a mouthful of thick phlegm at his feet, looking at the Indian team that seemed to be disjointed, with a look of indignation and confusion.

Not long after those Indians appeared in sight, most of them stayed on the gentle ridge, and the army of about a thousand people continued to move forward, which made Major Jordan, who was used to fighting several times the enemy, sneered and mocked: "These fools who like to rub red clay on their faces, it seems that their heads are also stuffed with red clay, do they think that with a thousand men, they can defeat my soldiers?" ”

"Maybe they really have the plan." Captain Ma Long, the captain who drove the soldiers to assemble the whole team just now, still held a telescope and observed the enemy while laughing, but soon, the relaxed expression on his face turned into confusion: "Major, it's not right, how come I've never seen such Indians, it's so strange, their attire seems to be very different from the Indians." ”

"How is that possible?" Major Jordan picked up the binoculars again and looked at the enemy who had moved down the ridge and was marching in formation.

But as Captain Malone had said, the equipment of these fellows looked extremely strange, they wore a very strange, even aesthetically lacking metal helmet, and their clothes did not belong to any of the Indian people, and each soldier wore a pair of black and shiny military boots, and they carried on their shoulders not the spears or stone axes that the Indians were accustomed to, but a shiny flintlock pistol.

There was no military band drumming, but the steps of those soldiers were so neat, the morning fog that was about to dissipate was being crushed under their feet by their solid and stable boots, and the faces with yellow skin and black eyes were calm and calm, as if they were marching on a march, looking at the neat military faces, looking at the faces that were so calm that people felt cold.

Jordan couldn't help but gasp, the behavior of those people, as well as this kind of military appearance, is definitely not something that the indigenous barbarians of the Indians can learn, otherwise, they would not have fought against the Western colonists for more than a hundred years, and they only knew that they were carrying stone axes and spears and screaming and rushing up to die.

A group of veterans, definitely a group of veterans who have been in battle, and Major Jordan, who has been in the chariot for a long time, quickly came to a conclusion that made him feel very uneasy in his heart.

After that, the telescope was a ridiculously bright red, and Major Jordan narrowed his eyes slightly, and after adjusting the visual distance of the telescope, he realized that it was a flag, a flag with a bright blood red background, and in the center of the flag, there was a strange animal that he had never seen before, with a long, snake-like body rolled into a ball, and then from it, stretched out a hideous beast head and sharp claws.

He had never seen such a strange creature, let alone an Indian tribe that would use such a strange creature as a totem. With the rising morning breeze, the unfurled flags danced in the wind, and the strange and powerful creatures on them came to life.

Major Jordan suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and moved the telescope back to the soldiers again, as if to confirm something, and finally, Major Jordan lowered the telescope with an ugly face. "Damn, it's them." The fluttering oriental flag was still fluttering high, as if it was a sign of something, which made Major Jordan faintly feel a sense of foreboding.

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"Who is it, Mr. Major, do you know this unit that also has firearms?" Captain Malone's expression also became more and more ugly as the army approached.

"They are Orientals, besides them, who else on the West Coast will have such a strong and well-trained army, damn it, these Orientals, why should they help those uncivilized barbarians, don't they know that they will offend us in the Western world by doing so?" Major Jordan, as the supreme commander of this expedition, naturally knew more than his subordinates. Importantly, at the beginning of last year, five expeditions disappeared en masse, and in the end, only two unlucky ghosts escaped, and according to the accounts of those two people, the axe learned that there was a strong military force on the west coast.

Later, the Navy received the same message. This naturally aroused the great attention of the political axe, and it was precisely for this reason that they would let these elite veterans retire early and form such a powerful expedition team, firstly, to continue to explore the west, and secondly, to find out what the purpose of this army was. What he didn't expect was that he didn't have to check it himself, the other party had already come to the door, and their purpose was already clear now.

"They sent a cavalryman, did they want to negotiate?" Captain Malone suddenly screamed. By this time, the other party had come to a stop about half a mile away, and Jordan didn't need a telescope to see the team, and he also saw a knight with a white flag in his hand, galloping towards this side.

The huge horse's hooves seemed to be light but actually stepped heavily on this fat meadow, the grass was splashing, the black mud was flying, the knight on horseback rode in one hand, held the reins in the other, no matter how the mount was bumped, his body was so straight, like a hero waiting to be reviewed, his typical Oriental face, which was so black that it made people feel weird and demonic, there was only contempt and arrogance in his pupils. It's like a knight who has disappeared into the river of history, stepping on the morning light.

"Don't shoot, soldiers, don't shoot! That's the other side's envoy. After Captain Malone glanced at Major Jordan, he loudly scolded the soldiers, for fear that they would suddenly misfire at this time, because he had already seen clearly that the Eastern army on the opposite side was definitely not the kind of Indians who fought only with blood and momentum, and he also saw the hidden worry of Major Jordan's seemingly calm face moving downward.

"I'm He Ping, a second lieutenant in the San Francisco State Garrison of the Chinese Federation, and I want to see your supreme commander." The knight easily clamped his horse's belly and tightened the reins, and the stout horse neighed and raised its front hooves several times before it quieted down, while the knight on horseback was still able to maintain his balance with ease, showing his mastery of the horse.

However, it was not his riding skills that made all American soldiers dazzled, but his fluent and standard English, which was extremely authentic.

"I am, I'm the commander of an expedition from the United States of America, Orientals, we have no intention of making enemies of you, why are you outside our camp, and you seem to be so ill-intentioned." Major Jordan stared at the young Oriental knight with fixed eyes.

(To be continued)