The moment the boulder fell, Esquart's horse was startled and threw him off his horse. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoThe Apache people didn't use saddles much because they were difficult to get from the Spaniards, and they would also imitate European saddles and bridles to make their own saddles and bridles, but they weren't very good. Esquat was athletic, and although he was thrown off by the warhorse, he still made a protective move and did not let himself be injured.

He immediately took off the carbine he had snatched from the Don Traveler, and Esquart angrily fired a shot at the Moglon warriors who rushed up, and the Mogrolons with short axes fell in response, but the Mogrolons, accustomed to fighting with guns, still rushed forward one after another.

Their numbers were not too many, but they were all strong men, and although the White Mountain side had the advantage in numbers, it was attacked by the rolling stones, and many of them were old, weak, sick and disabled. The long-distance trek also made the people of Baishan physically exhausted and in extremely poor condition. However, the Moglon people are recuperating and recuperating their strength, staying in the best condition here and waiting for the arrival of the Baishan people's team. Under the advantages of the other, the Mogro people seem to be like wolves and tigers, and the killing intent is full of sky.

Esquart fired four or five shots in a row with his carbine, except for the first shot that hit the target, the rest of the shots missed, he opened fire with one hand, and in anger, plus the enemy was constantly moving, there was almost no accuracy, and his people were in the same situation, not to mention Tang-made carbines, many people even used flintlock pistols, the kind that needed to tear open the powder bag and pour gunpowder into it. Even the most popular paper-shell weapons of the moment have to be reloaded after a shot, and the Mogrolons who rush down only need to get close. The musket was useless.

The muskets sold by the Spaniards to the Indians were not equipped with bayonets. So in hand-to-hand combat within a few meters. The musket can only play the role of a club. The clubs were clearly less effective than the spears of the Mogrolons with iron heads.

The brave Moglon people continued to kill the Haksanites who had rushed into battle, and even if they were a shivering child in front of them, the Moglon people wielded their axes and slashed at the child's chest without any pressure. The woman who fled in all directions was shot by the arrows of the archers on the top of the mountain. Although the angry White Mountaineers also burst out with the strongest fighting spirit to repel the Mogrolons, many more people were frightened by such killings.

Before he had time to reload the carbine in his hand, Esquart pulled out the short blade at his waist. Kill the enemy. He didn't have a lot of strength, but he was clever in the fight, conceded a body, and then stabbed a spearman in the back of the heart. As he tried to continue to kill the enemy, three Mogrolons surrounded him.

Cousie was in a hurry and rushed to help Esquat, but he tripped over the corpse of his own kind, and a Moglon saw the opportunity and plunged a spear down, and Cousie spat out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing his faithful companion die. Esquart was in a hurry, but he didn't have time to mourn for Coussy. Because the three Mogrons rushed up with a red light in their eyes as if they were looking at a woman with a red fruit.

"Come on, come on, come to save me!" Asquart, who has always been majestic and wise, actually lost his temper completely at this time, and he called for other clansmen to help him, completely ignoring his original image of being heroic and invincible. He knew that holding a short blade in his hand would be extremely dangerous when he was surrounded by three enemies.

However, everyone was fighting for their own survival, and even if anyone tried to rush to his aid, they were stopped by the Mogrolons. Esquart used his short blade to block a spear that stabbed him, but a guy next to him immediately threw his "mace" at him. It was a homemade weapon of the Indians, and the iron nails they bought from the Spaniards were smashed into wooden sticks and turned into this powerful weapon. Esquart was struck in the shoulder with this hard blow, and the piercing pain came, causing him to drop half of his body, and another axe slashed at him, and Esquart swung his short blade desperately, and even scratched the opponent, but the spearman was shot in his knee at this time.

The decibels of pain were extremely high, and Esquat, who had been injured in many places, had completely lost the ability to resist. The weapons in the hands of several Mogrolons frantically beckoned towards him.

One of the fellows shouted, "Don't hurt your head, the chief wants his head intact!" ”

Escincha also came to the valley with a group of men at this time to make the final touch, and he was very happy to watch his people chop off Esquat's head from the torso with an axe from a distance.

Not long ago, he heard that another member of the Chilikahua tribe had met the Tang knight who had sent the message, and the Tang claimed that the Apache people were required to obey the Tang Dynasty, give up resistance, and obey the arrangements that the Tang had arranged for them, so that they could have a way to live and live a better life. The tribes had to break away from the so-called Apache Alliance, and the Don riders said that whoever could bring the head of Esquat would keep the tribe alive and even give them a better life.

When Escincha heard that the entire tribe of West Apache had been uprooted, and that the Tang had put in place stronger security measures on the railway line, he knew that Esquart's idiotic plan had little chance of success. The Tang people will use this opportunity to uproot the entire Apache nation, and they Moglon is no exception.

For the survival of his tribe, Esincha thought that betraying the Baishan people would not be a big deal.

Striding up to Esquart's body, lifting Esquart's head, looking at him dead, Escincha held his head high, and roared in the sky with an unknown meaning, the most savage and violent way of the Indians was clearly reflected in him, and those who were still resisting the White Mountain people were even more frightened.

Esquart, who has gone to hell, has followed a simple and simple Indian savage egoism all his life, constantly using deception and cunning to gain his own interests. He took revenge on the Tang people who saved him, and shamelessly regarded the looting of the Tang train as a business. He coaxed other Apache tribes, and even treacherously tried to destroy the Moglon tribe to satisfy his own tribe's needs when he was desperate. But he did not expect that Essincha would be the same, and that he would end up falling in front of his fellow citizens, who also lacked justice and mercy. (To be continued.) )