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If the workers were trained guards, or even if they were native-born Americans who had grown up in the United States, the Indians would not have thought of pulling down the barbed wire with ease, and the firepower of more than 300 rifles would have been well wielded, and the density of fire would have been enough for the Indians to drink a pot. However, the 300 workers on the site were all recent immigrants from Ireland. In Ireland, they've never played with guns in their lives -- they're going to have a gun every man like the Yankees, so what about the English? As a result, when they arrived in the United States, and even until they arrived at the Union Pacific Railroad, they were taught by the guards to touch the rifle for the first time. After that, the work was very busy, and the workers did not have much time to train. When the Indians came to the door, Bob bought some time for the company to train the workers. But such a short period of training can only ensure that the workers know how to shoot and will not dislocate their shoulders under recoil due to the lack of a strong shoulder. When they first trained to fight, they were able to use a rear-loading rifled gun to shoot the accuracy of a front-loading smoothbore gun, but now that they are really on the battlefield, they are in a panic, not only the shooting accuracy is only the level of the front-loading smoothbore gun, but even the shooting degree has dropped to a similar level. As a result, it was only forty of the guards, including Bob, who actually fired effectively.

"Brother, why can't I shoot this gun! It doesn't work! Is it broken? "Bob just hit a warhorse in the head and knocked it straight to the ground. A panicked voice rang in his ears like a grenade exploding.

Bob turned his head and saw a gorilla crouching beside him, waving a rifle in his hand: "Brother, is this gun broken, the trigger won't work." ”

"The insurance is not opened!" Bob didn't even have to look at it to know that it must be the problem. But isn't it normal for a gorilla to figure out that the safety needs to be turned on before shooting?

James looked down, and sure enough, as Bob said, the safety didn't open, and he laughed, opened the insurance, and slammed the shot - of course, nothing. After the shot, James suddenly remembered that he should thank Bob for reminding him just now, so he said to Bob, "Thank you, brother!" He also reached out and slapped James the shoulder - "Bang" Bob's shot didn't know where it went.

Thanks to the cooperation of the Irish fools, the Indians managed to pull down the first barbed wire. Then the second wave of cavalry rushed to the second barbed wire, ready to pull them down as they would. But this time it was not so easy, as the distance was closer, and at such a distance, the workers' shooting was finally more reliable. For the Indian cavalry, their shooting finally rose from a nuisance to a threat. Second, well, there's another thing that the Indians haven't seen that has caused a lot of losses to the Indians, and this thing is a mine.

As soon as the Indian cavalry rushed through the first barbed wire, which had already been pulled down, the dense mines were immediately effective. A man was galloping on a war horse, and suddenly a ball of fire suddenly appeared from under the hooves of the war horse under his crotch, and at the same time an explosion sounded, and then his war horse fell headlong, throwing him out and falling to the ground, and his head hit the ground hard, "Boom! So this Indian who didn't know his name became one of the few unlucky people who was killed directly by a severed palm mine that could not be killed.

The sudden appearance of a minefield clearly surprised the Indians. At first, they didn't even understand what had hit the horses. And this fear of the unknown also greatly affected their offensive. As a result, their offensive was temporarily halted, and the battlefield was temporarily quiet.

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The knock on the door alarmed Scrooge, who was doing a chest massage for Anna, who was fighting against his master, and he hurriedly stood up and tidied up his clothes, and Anna hurried into the small room next to him.

"Come in!" Scrooge knew that there must be something urgent when someone knocked on the door after he hung a sign saying "Lunch break, do not disturb" on the door.

The door opened, and a man called Nelson walked in: "Mr. MacDonald, the workers' camp may be under siege. The railway was sabotaged, and now the situation may be critical. ”

Scrooge was taken aback, and he quickly took the report from Nelson's hand and read it.

"Quick, mobilize manpower, and immediately mobilize the remaining guards of Blackwater to relieve the siege!" Scrooge said.

"Mr. MacDonald, the rest of the guards had been sent out two days earlier to attack the Indian camp. We can't get in touch with them right now. Nelson replied, "Do you want to send someone to them?" ”

"No need," Scrooge shook his head, he knew that this was already far away from the water and couldn't save the fire, "Contact the state militia, we will pay for them to send troops immediately!" Immediately mobilize workers and supplies, rush to repair that section of the railway, and let the three armored trains provide them with fire cover! Do it now! ”

Nelson immediately turned and went out. As soon as he went out, the small door on the side opened, and Anna walked out with a sad face:

"Scrooge, they're not going to have a problem, are they?"

"No, Anna. The camp itself was well defended and not so easily captured. It won't take long for the railroad of a few hundred meters to be paved, so there will be nothing to do with the workers. Scrooge comforted Anna.

Scrooge did not want the workers' camp to be conquered, as it would severely damage his business reputation. People will doubt his Blackwater's abilities, and they will doubt his ability to operate. These were his intangible assets, and he was very reluctant to suffer such losses.

"I hope Bob, the idiot, can hold on." Scrooge thought.

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The Indians attacked again, and Bob and they repelled them again. But now the shape is getting more and more severe. In the attack just now, the Indians abandoned the cavalry charge and attacked with infantry. Bob recognized the Indian who had rushed to the front, the messenger he had tarped all over and driven back. The man had an iron hook dragging a long rope in his hand and rushed towards the second and final barbed wire. Bob aimed at him and fired several shots in succession, but strangely enough, every time he fired, the marker would be inexplicably quicker, or slower, or simply fall, or he would have let Bob the sharpshooter miss all those shots. Later, five or six guns were fired at him, but no one could hit him. And he ran all the way, but he didn't even step on a single mine.

"This is really unreasonable!" Bob watched the guy hang the hook on the bars of wood that supported the barbed wire, then turned and ran back, and couldn't help but curse such a sentence.

Just as these Indians with iron hooks bravely charged. Another group of Indians also had a variety of guns, well, quite a few of them were rifles of MacDonald's own production, shooting at the defenders.

The Indians were much better marksman than the workers, and although the workers were protected by the fence and the targets were small, they were constantly shot and wounded. If it weren't for the fact that Bob had given them all a bigger dose of Dianabol, these untrained Irish fools would have collapsed long ago.

In the end, with great courage and casualties, they finally repelled this round of Indian attacks. But now, both barbed wire fences have been destroyed, and mines and everything have been consumed. Next, the Indians will be able to attack the wall directly. Bob saw that there seemed to be quite a few long wooden ladders behind the Indians. Obviously, the next round of the Indians' attack was to use them to climb the white walls.

"Count the losses," Bob ordered, "and see how many guards there are left, and how many workers there are left to fight." ”

A minute later, the damage statistics came up, and the convoy lost two dead and ten wounded. But half of them were minor injuries that could have been done without going out of the line of fire. The losses of the workers, however, were significantly greater, with twenty-one dead and seventy-five wounded, almost a third of whom were either killed or wounded.

"Bring up the grenades." "Put a box next to each of the guards and tell the others not to mess with it." ”

Bob's consideration makes sense. Because of the price of the grenade pit, the workers had not been trained in grenades at all before this, and if they were rashly allowed to use these things, they were afraid that they would kill a bunch of their own people.

"Tell the workers that when we throw the grenades, let them crouch down immediately so that they don't get hurt by mistake." Bob added.

This concern is also definitely not unnecessary, since the grenades they are using now are so-called defensive grenades. The cast-iron casings of these grenades are deeply notched. Once exploded, the force of the explosion will follow these nicks, blasting the cast-iron shell apart, turning into hundreds of shrapnel that will fly out and kill the enemy. After flying 50 or 60 meters, these shrapnel still have a strong lethal power. This makes the grenade even more distant than it can be thrown. Therefore, it is only safe to use in defensive battles, when you have concealment. Of course, it is far more powerful than the usual offensive grenades that rely on explosives to kill the enemy.

"This is my last trump card." Bob thought, "Reinforcements must come soon!" ”