Chapter 17: The Lion's Mouth

The fall of Little Rock finally shocked the whole United States, and the U.S. Congress finally stopped the endless controversy and took a serious look at this opponent who came out of nowhere.

But when they exerted unprecedented efficiency and mobilized 6,000 American soldiers to rush to the outside of Little Rock, they found that a solid fortress had already been built outside the city of 10 kilometers from Little Rock, and that the once green hill had almost been dug up, and before they could settle down, dozens of rapid fireworks exploded in the crowd, and the proud American soldiers had already thrown down dozens of corpses before they could understand what was happening.

But fortunately, the sound of artillery did not last long, and the Americans quickly seized the favorable terrain, set up heavier artillery, and prepared to attack, but after several rounds in a row, they found that not even the shadow of the other side was smashed, but in this case, how did the other side smash the shells here.

"Come on, give it to me, you must take this mountain for me, this group of damn Indians, we didn't kill too hard before, we didn't kill enough, it's best to kill all these pigs." Scott yelled angrily.

Although the Americans have entered the era of hot weapons, they have only entered themselves, although they defeated the British in the War of Independence, but their war thinking is still stuck in the era of cold weapons, that is, the tactics of crowds, relying on more to win.

As an American hero who once led American soldiers across the middle of America and slaughtered thousands of Indians, the Indians' recent performance is undoubtedly a slap in the face. And killing these Indians as soon as possible is undoubtedly the best way to save face.

Moreover, as a major general who loved the American people deeply, Scott knew that the war had to end in a short time, otherwise the North and the South, which had just stopped their disputes, would only be afraid of starting an endless war of insults again.

When the news of the capture of more than 6,000 American soldiers reached Washington and New York, the American people, who had just established a sense of superiority in front of the Indian people, felt greatly insulted. At this time, even the Americans, who have always been relatively peaceful, are crying out: "Kill the damned Indians, save our warriors, take back our land and wealth." ”

However, there were also a small number of southern slave owners who were running in all directions, hoping that the government would settle the dispute with the Indians as soon as possible, because they had more and more land, but there were far from enough people to help them, and it was too far away and expensive to buy black slaves, and they were very happy if the war could turn the Indians into serfs. So, although they had the same purpose as the other attempts to kill the Indians, their desire to fight was equally strong.

The quarrelsome U.S. Congress reached an unanimous resolution to march west and destroy the Indians for the first time. But Scott understood that if the fighting was not brought to an end in a short time, if the war dragged on and more American soldiers died, then the American people, who had come to the United States from Europe for a hundred or two hundred years and had begun to become accustomed to freedom and pleasure, would certainly not agree to them.

"Captain Patton, now is the time to prove the bravery of your soldiers, and lead your soldiers, I order you, to take the hill within an hour." Without thinking, Scott gave the order.

"Yes, General, promise to complete the task on time." Having not had much of an opportunity to play, Barton, who had been in the captaincy for many years, was very eager to fight for the opportunity to continue his promotion. Quickly gathered nearly a thousand soldiers under his command, and rushed to the top of the mountain with a roar.

A thousand American soldiers, encouraged by their artillery, swarmed up like a swarm.

It's been a long time since there has been such a war, and besides, the massacre of Indians can be considered a war? The Indians had only a few arquebuses, and most of them used only axes, bows and arrows, and their arrows were even sharpened from animal bones. However, this is the war they like, and they can win the war without paying too many sacrifices.

And at this time, the United States, combat heroes, can undoubtedly give them a lot, land, wealth, reputation, and promotion. These thoughts dazzled almost everyone's eyes. They are persistent, scrambling, and sparing no effort, and they rush up, for fear that if they walk half a step slower, they will be robbed of the credit by others.

There are not many weapons in the crossing, and ammunition is more precious, but this way of fighting by American soldiers is too much for them to like. As long as they put the muzzle of the cannon towards the place with the most dense flow of people, they can knock down dozens of American soldiers at a time, and a few shells will go down, and there will be a few more blank spaces in the 1,000-strong brigade of the US army, and that is the place where the shelling has hit.

"Da, da, da," a sharp voice sounded, and the bewitching flames spat out a brisk tongue of fire, and continued to sweep over their bodies, far away from their sight, leaving them with corpses again.

"Damn it, get down, ass, your ass, if you still want to see the sun tomorrow, you must take care to hide your ass, move on, go on." With hatred in his eyes, Barton gritted his teeth and roared, before the two sides met each other, they had already lost nearly a hundred soldiers, and if there was no gain, he didn't know how to go back.

But as they stooped down and moved on, the clatter of gunfire disappeared, this time with the occasional shrill gunshot, and then after the gunfire rang out, there were occasional screams from the American soldiers' positions.

More American soldiers were frightened and stupid, and the soldiers in the rear looked at the bloody and bloody scene in front of them, and many almost forgot to move their feet, where is this war, this is a massacre, a one-sided massacre.

Looking at the vague shadows on the hill and the brazen shooting at him, Patton's face gradually became very heavy.

"Edmond, you poor ghost, hide yourself so tightly, are you afraid, what about your courage as a second lieutenant, don't tell Lao Tzu, you are a weak girl." Barton yelled coldly, "Get up, cowards, and rush forward with me." ”

Patton keenly jumped out of cover, jumping more than ten meters away in a few vertical steps, and under his leadership, the American soldiers began to move forward slowly.

Unexpectedly, no gunshots rang out this time, and they continued to crawl forward boldly, only to see a group of Caucasian people holding white flags and slowly meeting them.

"Peace and no war, peace and no war," Barton pricked up his ears and was immediately stunned when he finally heard the oncoming cry.

"Stop, don't shoot, it's your own people." After a moment's hesitation, Barton ordered urgently.

As the crowd drew closer, Barton looked at the person walking in front in disbelief, his eyes widened like a bell and he shouted, "James, good brother, why are you." ”

Being able to meet his fellow villagers who fled from Ireland by boat together here, Barton had to sigh that the world was really small.

"Old man, you're okay over there, have you suffered anything, but how could they let you come?" After hesitating for a while, looking at the people who did not follow behind, Barton finally threw away the gun in his hand and hugged James excitedly.

"Not good, not at all," James lifted his scarred hands and trouser legs, "they drove us all day long to help them clear the wasteland, dig the fortifications and trenches, and didn't let us have enough to eat, and every day before dawn they drove us up, and did not let us finish until dark, and when we did it a little slower, the leather whip was thrown over, and lo and behold, they drew all the scars on my body." ”

With that, he began to take off his clothes for Barton to see.

"Okay, okay, don't take it off, I know, good brother, you have suffered, don't worry, it's good that you are back, there is the great United States of America, there is the brave and fearless American people, we will help you find this justice, and avenge your hatred." Barton excitedly stopped James' move and said through gritted teeth.

"Good brother, don't, don't, we're no match for theirs." James's face immediately turned green, and he took Patton's hand excitedly, "Calm, you must be calm, they are too strong, brother, we can't beat them." ”

"Brother, don't you be frightened by them, they are just a group of Indians who have just gotten up from the wild man's pile, and we even taught them to farm and breed, otherwise they would still be drinking blood." Barton looked contemptuous.

"No, not Indians." James said anxiously.

"So they're looking for a Spaniard to help?"

James shook his head vigorously.

"That's the British helping them?" Patton asked, "You know, we drove out the British to build the great United States of America, the British, not our opponents." ”

"Not British," James said sincerely.

"That's not the Spaniards, it's not the British, then what other country in the world is stronger than us." Patton felt that his dignity as an American soldier had been greatly challenged, and said with a sullen face, "Did they fly from the sky?" ”

"It's really possible that it flew from the sky." "I've inquired about them, but they just don't say that they have black hair, yellow skin, and black eyes, just like the Indians, but they are far smarter and more capable than the Indians. When someone asks them where they came from, they just don't say anything, and they just point to the western side of the sky, so we can only suspect that they came from heaven. ”

"Hell, when will people fly down from the sky, don't you mean to say that they are the messengers of the devil?" Barton said exasperatedly.

"Yes, they may really be the embodiment of the devil, their shells can tear human bodies to shreds from kilometers away, and their bullets can pierce people's brains directly from more than a thousand meters away." James said as he glanced appretently behind Patton, where the body was still lying quietly from the shelling.

The blood had stopped flowing, there were no complete corpses left where the artillery fire hit, there were stumps and broken arms everywhere, and those pairs of frightened eyes, staring straight in the direction of James, made him shudder.

The scene became depressed, and Patton looked at the place where the American soldiers had fallen, and fell silent, perhaps these people were really demons from the sky, or how could they have such force that he had never heard of.

As if in response to what James had just said, the tranquility on the mountainside was instantly shattered by a sharp bullet.

A strange bullet flew from an unknown place, and in an instant, it directly penetrated an American soldier who had just stood up, the bullet drilled straight into his eyebrows, and then spun rapidly, white brains began to ooze from between his eyebrows, and the poor American soldier had stopped breathing before he even had time to struggle.

"Demons, they're a bunch of hateful demons," Barton also felt the cold swishing of his vest, if the bullet was aimed at him, then he was the one who fell to the ground now.

He couldn't help but lie down behind the mound, looked at James with a suspicious expression, and then looked at the dozens of captured American GIs behind him, and asked puzzledly: "Don't tell me that you escaped back, tell me how those demons let you come." ”

"They? They wouldn't be so kind to let us over. They just rushed us to block the bullets for them. James scolded angrily. They put their guns in our back, and if we don't come, they will kill us immediately. ”

If Zhang Lijuan was on the scene and heard James's words, she really thought that he had betrayed herself again.

But what she didn't know was that a shabby like James, who had just come to the continental United States, had no concept of a country at all.

Because he was poor, he was abandoned by Ireland, because he was poor, he came to the United States, and because he was poor and had no background, he was pulled into the American ** team.

Compared to those Americans who have lived in the United States for generations and have made the United States their home, James does not see the United States as his homeland, but only the possibility of providing himself with a lot of land and a place to look forward to tomorrow.

But the United States did not provide this, but sent him to the battlefield and then became a prisoner. Moreover, what the Americans did not give him, the angelic people gave him, not only gave him a beautiful and virtuous wife, but also his own estate, livestock, and in his opinion, where there was his wife, that was his homeland.

People with a mentality like James are not a minority among American captives. Like James, they came to the United States poor and white, and they wanted to live a life of food and clothing, and war was not what they wanted at all.

And James's marriage to Zhang Lijuan undoubtedly gave them a lot of information, in fact, if they don't go to war for the Americans, they can also live a good life on the American continent, so why fight and die?

Although, there is only one Miss Zhou Wenqian among those angel-like people, but they can't even think about that fairy-like person. But if you can marry an Indian girl and settle down in the United States, it seems to be a good way.

With such thoughts, when Zhao Wenli asked them to come to negotiate, although they thought of the possible risks, they gritted their teeth and agreed.

"So, did they let you pass the word?" After thinking about it for a long time, Barton thought that it was only for this reason that the demons would let these people over, "Say, what conditions did they propose?" ”

"They said they would have to negotiate these conditions with General Scott," James said cautiously.

"Madmen, they're a bunch of madmen," Scott roared angrily, "three thousand tons of pig iron, five thousand tons of grain, two thousand horses, a thousand cattle, two thousand sheep, and what's more, that they want to be bounded by the Mississippi River?" Just to exchange for our 4,000 prisoners of war, this is wishful thinking, absolutely impossible, not only can I not agree, but the US government and the American people will certainly not agree. ”

"Hit, give me a hard beating, I don't believe that our brave American soldiers will be afraid of these demons, Captain Patton, tomorrow you will put me in battle, I, personally command the battle, you see, how I teach these fanatics."