The Requiem of Death is so passionate today, the dense gunfire is like the keys that play non-stop, and the rumbling cannons are like the beating of the drum. The Indian warriors stood on the mountain beam, staring blankly at the battlefield of iron and fire, blood and gunpowder smoke under the hillside, shocked, stunned, incredulous, and even with a hint of fear.

This bloody battle completely overturned the perception of the Indians' way of fighting for thousands of years, and the chiefs and elders sitting on horseback, the wise but once extremely stubborn old men who had been crawling with the rings of time over the years, at this moment their insistent and even paranoid thinking mode produced a huge rift, which was hammered out by these muskets and artillery.

"Perhaps, it is not a bad thing for us Indians to let the children of the tribe read the books of these Orientals, learn their knowledge, and let those warriors be trained by them." The thought almost popped up in their minds.

Such a strong fighting people, and a people who have always been friendly to the Indians, and who have almost the same skin color, except for the difference in language and customs. If you don't work with them, do you want to work with the whites who see the Indians as mortal enemies?

Just when they had a thousand things to sort out, the battle in the delta was coming to an end, the formation of the American Army soldiers had been destroyed by the fierce artillery fire, and the strong and accurate lethality of the muskets in the hands of the enemy in front forced the soldiers who had lost their courage to retreat, or should they run away, they threw down their weapons and ran backwards with all their might, like the wild deer that was frightened by the wolves and ran in all directions, and could no longer care about the comrades who fell to the ground and groaned. Not to mention the military flag that was already full of scorching holes and slanted to the ground, at this moment, they just wanted to escape from this battlefield that was as terrible as a lava hell.

By this time, their cavalry had long lost the confidence and courage to defeat the enemy, and they were whipping their mounts hard, trying to get farther and farther away from those oriental cavalry. However, whenever they heard the crisp sound of gunfire coming from behind them, they would see the figures of their companions who were fleeing for their lives as if they had been shocked, and the fear and torture made them unable to control their reason. The sense of honor of the country and the mission of the soldiers have become the most primitive survival instinct of human beings, and they strive to flee.

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The helmet didn't know when it was knocked away, and the left side of the cavalry cuirass on his body was obviously looking at a crack Wu Qi had already strangled the horse's head, for chasing these cavalry who had lost all their courage, the land was really not too interesting for him, and after putting the saber on the blade that was still soaked in blood back into the sheath, he looked around, this meadow that had fought was covered with the corpses of people and horses, most of which belonged to the cavalry of the United States of America, And only a few of the other party's sabers happened to be aimed at the face and neck, and there were only a dozen wounded, and on the ground, there were seventy or eighty American cavalry lying down.

However, Wu Qi's face did not show a happy expression, but a depressed face, and he nagged angrily at the guards around him: "Those bastards! How to practice marksmanship, look here, there must be twenty or thirty dead horses that are shot to death by those fools, what a group of unfathomable losers, don't they know how expensive these war horses are......"

Hearing the complaint of his own company commander, the guard next to him could only roll his eyes, who let the company commander work before becoming a cavalryman was a trader, and what he loved to do the most was to be careful. "Company commander, can we help the infantry get rid of those rabbits?" Seeing that Wu Qi seemed to be still interested in continuing to nag, the guard quickly interjected.

"Cut, do you still need to chase those frightened fools? Don't care, save Pan Jinxian, the old rascal, and say that Lao Tzu robbed him of his credit. Wu Qi pursed his lips and said.

At this moment, the battle on Pan Jinxian's side has also come to an end, there is no way not to end, so violent and dense to the outrageous artillery fire smashed down, not to mention people, even steel was blown to pieces, on the battlefield, a mess, those injured were still wailing, on the fat green field, revealing one gray and yellow pit after another, like a grave dug for these Yankees.

Major Jordan sat on his knees on the grass, his left leg had been cut off up to his knees, he had several terrible wounds on his face, his eyes were glazed and blank at everything in front of him, even the deserters he didn't care about scolding and cursing, and at this moment, his expression was as numb as the Indian civilians he had seen caught by him and his companions and ready to slaughter.

The armies of the Easterners had rushed over, they were like a group of fierce beasts preying on their prey, their muzzles had been loaded with that formidable three-edged spear thorn was the sharp and hideous minions of those fierce beasts, their steps were vigorous and powerful, and their eyes were full of murderous intent and blood-devouring excitement.

The corners of Major Jordan's mouth showed a faint wry smile, those Orientals actually had such terrible weapons, and their ferocity was far greater than that of the battle-hardened American veterans. Will the invincible expansion of the United States of America on this continent be stopped by the military power of the mysterious and powerful East?

Major Jordan failed to figure out this question, a sharp triangular spear pierced him in the heart, stabbed him hard, and then quickly pulled back, Major Jordan blinked hard, trying to distinguish the appearance of the oriental, but he only saw a young and energetic face flickering in front of him, and then, only to see the endless blue sky, blue and white sky, at this moment, it seemed extraordinarily pure......

"The barbarians are coming! What are we going to do? Looking at the scattered soldiers and cavalry, the non-combatants in the camp finally could not stop the fear and timidity in their hearts, and began to shout loudly, their footsteps gradually moving backwards.

"Mr. James, what shall we do now? Those barbarians will never let us go. Tears of fear had welled up in the eyes of one of the scholars standing next to James, who was only a scholar, and though he applauded loudly when he saw his companions slaughtering the Indians, and though he was in a good mood when he divided the spoils of victory, it was all like a dream now, and now, the bloody and tragic reality, made him realize how similar his present situation was to that of the slaughtered Indians.

"I, I don't know......" James's mouth trembled all the time, and the famous architect, who was entrusted with a heavy task by the political axe and trusted by the parliamentarians, trembled like a dog's tail grass trembling in the cold wind.

"We surrender, we are willing to surrender." Someone shouted, the weapon in his hand had been thrown away by him, and he cried out in excitement and panic. The enemy was still hundreds of meters away, but he felt as if a butcher's knife was hanging above his head.

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"According to the report, there are a total of one hundred and seventy prisoners of war, eleven cavalrymen have escaped from the other side, and dozens of others have jumped into the river, and I don't know where they are floating now." Pan Jinxian stood in front of Zhu Ye and reported loudly.

"Are there any wounded?" Zhu Ye pouted, and glanced at Pan Jinxian lightly, Pan Jinxian patted his head, and his eyes lit up: "Yes, there are thirty-one minor injuries, and I look pitiful to those seriously injured, and they are all sent on the road." ”

"What do you mean to send them on the road, your words have a very bad impact, it is easy for people to listen to ambiguity, it should be said that out of the spirit of humanitarianism, we helped them finish the last journey of their lives and let them return to the arms of God......" Zhu Ye's serious expression was like a pious priest.

The laughter from the side did not damage Zhu Ye's cheekiness at all. "By the way, have you counted all the information for me?"

"Don't worry, Zhu Da, I sent a company of soldiers to collect all the things with letters written in the camp, and I loaded a third of the carload of those ghost things. But I said Zhu Da, what do you want those things? After reporting his business, Pan Jinxian resumed his usual face when he was fooling around with Zhu Ye, picked up a cigarette, handed one to Zhu Ye and asked.

"Stupid, the expedition team was able to come to us from the east of the New World, along the way, these scholars and experts must have found a lot of good things to record, and when we get those materials, it is equivalent to picking up a big fruit for nothing, this truth can't be figured out, and it's a broken thing, and it's a broken thing in your head." Zhu Ye rolled his eyes angrily, and scolded after taking two puffs of cigarette viciously.

Pan Jinxian smiled a little embarrassedly: "You can't blame me, this battle has just ended, and there is still a mess in my head, and I haven't figured it out for a while, so those scholars and experts, should we also stay and use them?" ”

"Of course you have to use it, but not now, send them back first, and then talk about it after a month of labor reform, if it doesn't work, add two more months, don't grind the surnames of these white-skinned ghosts, he will do things honestly for you? Dream on you. ”

"But this battle, so that those Indians have already served, just now they took the initiative to ask me to send the children of their tribe to our school, and the wolf eye came to me again, saying that he wanted us to help them train the army, I didn't agree." After Pan Jinxian took a slanted puff of cigarette, he turned his head and looked at the Indians who were cleaning up their positions with his subordinates, and whispered.

"Why?"

"They can only be broken up and join our army, because now is not the time to train their own army, we need a group of allies who know how to unite and unite, not a tribal force that fights among themselves over small things." Zhu Ye's eyes were full of cunning shrewdness.

(To be continued)