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At dusk, a makeshift Pecot envoy brought back news from the Mohok camp that the Mohoks had asked the Chinese to cede West Point and its surrounding land before dawn, and that the Moheks would be responsible for trade in West Point and the upper Hudson River north of it.

There is only one reason for this absurdity, and the Drava tribes of the south have been treated in this way.

This ultimatum made Guan Ruzhong pull out the dogleg knife from his waist and slash at the battlement of the fortress. Looking at the frightened Indian laborers huddled in the shack in the Pecot labor camp near the fort, Guan Ruzhong suddenly had a feeling of scaring away the wild dogs and attracting jackals.

"Mr. Sheriff, people from several former Pecots villages in the POW labor camp want to join us in the resistance to the Mohoks." Mayor William walked over with a cane on his face.

"Well, the Mohoks used to be more cruel to them, if West Point let them out, they would basically be dead, but now at least there is no danger to their lives, and they have enough food and clothing." Guan Ruzhong thought about it, but still gave up this idea that might bring the situation out of control.

"Sue them, as long as they don't make trouble, we will keep them safe, and even restore their villages in the future." After looking at the table below, he felt that the reinforcements from the Manhattan community would not be too far away, and an idea slowly rose in Guan Ruzhong's mind.

Hum...... Ultimatum? Then it only depends on whose fist is bigger. Guan Ruzhong inserted the dogleg knife back into his waist, with a sneer on his face.

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The summer days in the mountains of the Alabachian Mountains are extremely hot and humid, and on the small hills and plains, a dozen bonfires are lit in the Mohok camp, thanks to the flint kerosene lighters that were once traded with the Chinese. Dressed in sackcloth and shorts, Mohok young men gathered around the campfire or leaned against the big rocks and chatted, with a total number of more than 500 people.

A few strong men who looked like chiefs were alone in a makeshift wooden shack to discuss something. The grain and mining tools looted from the Chinese mines the night before were still piled up in the camp, and even those who had already seen a little bit of long-term trade contacts had lit glass kerosene lamps and were walking around with them in their hands.

On a moonless summer night, even with torches held high, the gentle slopes of the mountains and forests outside the camp were still shrouded in darkness, and the mine labor camp and fortress less than a kilometer away had lost their silhouette.

Gradually, as the hours of the morning passed, many of the Mohoeks were lying down early in their hide-made tents or behind some rocks, with only a few guards still standing around the fire in a daze. Their leaders, including their leaders, seemed to be waiting early in the morning to take over the land that was rightfully theirs.

In the darkness of the night, hundreds of soldiers and armed civilians in steel helmets quietly approached the Mohok camp, almost all of them clutching on a small wooden branch.

Three mixed platoons of 103 men under the command of Lieutenant He Yu of the Land Garrison, and 40 armed residents of West Point under the command of Guan Ruzhong unconsciously followed the cover of the hillside and the woods to the edge of a woodland less than 100 meters from the Mohok camp.

After a few simple gestures, the armed civilians of Guan Ruzhong dispersed and circled the Mohok camp from several directions, each of them with a strange improvised gadget with a wooden handle and an iron head. It is said to be the latest piece of equipment from the Brooklyn Arsenal in Manhattan, a grenade that can be thrown with incredible power.

Danielson, drenched in sweat, gritted his teeth and followed his group as he approached the Mohok camp from the west. According to the soldiers before departure, all you need to do is tear off the tab at the top of the wooden handle of the grenade and throw it out, and you must quickly lie down or retreat after throwing it.

He Yu's fluorescent night watch had already pointed to 2 o'clock in the morning, and looking at the night sky that was still cloudy, He Yu took out a flare gun.

A bright red ball of shimmering light rose into the night sky with a strangely beautiful long tail. In an instant, the light and shadow that tore through the night illuminated the vicinity of the grove, and under the fleeting light, I saw hundreds of officers and men of the land garrison lined up in three neat rows, all of them in a squatting position, and the flintlock rifles were close to the right side of their bodies.

In order to prevent the Indian soldiers who had only undergone initial training from breaking up in the battle ranks, the first row of the line was the soldiers of the European infantry platoon, the third row was the Chinese infantry platoon commanded by Feng Bin, and the Indian infantry platoon was sandwiched in the middle.

See a red signal rising from the edge of the woods not far away. Armed civilians in West Point, who had already lurked less than 30 meters away from the Mohok camp, spread their arms and threw the smoke grenade that had been torn off the pull tab in their hands and thrown it towards the Mohok camp.

Danielson felt his heart beat out of his chest, and he almost trembled and held the wooden handle of the grenade, but somehow, he couldn't lift it. Especially when the Modiak camp thirty meters away in front had exploded into a ball of frightened fire, the Dutch young man was already shaking all over.

"Danielson! Quick, retreat! ”

The smoke and flames of the grenades exploded in an astonishing roar and a chaotic flutter of fire in the narrow area below the slope, and shouts and screams everywhere. A man almost used his body to knock the young man who was losing his limb control in tension several steps away.

The Dutchman, who had been awakened by the infernal explosion of flames in front of him, finally reacted, and almost without thinking about it, he picked out his arm, and a grenade that had not yet opened the fuse fell into the battlefield of fire.

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The strange and beautiful light that rose from the sky made almost all the Mohoks who had not yet fallen asleep stand up straight, and they raised their hands to point to the night sky, and many of them raised their bone spears in their hands and let out a long roar, as if they were looking for a way to communicate with such a miracle.

Soon, a dozen black objects fell from the sky and then landed inside and outside the camp. Looking at the snorting and smoking thing, several young Mohoks craned their necks in curiosity.

Before they could exchange opinions, a terrifying fiery red unfolded in the retina, followed by a strange warm sensation of the body being pierced through the skin by countless searing air threads. It seemed very comfortable, but it also seemed very uncomfortable, like being pressed by a huge stone that was coming in front of me and couldn't breathe. At another moment, there was a huge roar tearing the eardrum in his ears, and the whole person was slapped off the ground by an invisible big hand, and finally lost consciousness after the heart-rending pain.

Most of the scattered grenades landed on the edge of the camp, and not many Mohoks were killed on the spot, but the diffuse flames and shock waves destroyed the animal skin tent within a radius of nearly five meters from the explosion point, and the explosion scene and power of the grenade with a 50-gram nitrification charge was far more amazing than its literal equivalent, and the iron particles that exploded could tear the nearest Mohoks into several pieces.

Inevitably, the flames spread out, and the Mohoks, stunned by the explosion and the shock wave, cried out of the collapsed tents, or scurried around like headless flies, or trembled to the ground, or howled with their weapons in a mess.

Unfortunately, under the light of the fire, it was still pitch black dozens of meters outside the camp as far as their night blindness could see.

Amid the roar of Kiriwala, a few strong, well-known chieftains gathered a small number of their men and shot them blindly in all directions with their bone arrows or the expensive iron arrows that had been exchanged for large quantities of fur.

"Bang!" A flash of fire flashed in the small forest to the west a few dozen meters away. Then there was another sound, and a similar barrage of fire erupted from the hillside to the east.

More and more flintlock muskets fired bullets from several directions, but due to the sight and distance of the night, even if there was a fire, the accuracy of the skirmishers taken by the armed residents of West Point led by Guan Ruzhong was still very low.

A rhythmic drum beat came from the direction of the grove to the south, followed by the sound of neat footsteps, and then a few seconds later, a neatly moving wall of people appeared in the darkness of the night, and the barrels of the guns that were black holes in the firelight.

The few Mohoks who had followed the Chinese in beating the water dogs and participating in the raids against the Pecot tribe screamed in amazement, and almost dropped their weapons and ran deeper into the camp. But more Mohoks were close together, forming several circular piles, dragging their spears and bows, and staring at the Chinese soldiers striding south.

"Stand upright! Raise your gun! Aim! ”

At a distance of about sixty meters, He Yu and other officers gave the order. The infantry of all three lines came to a halt at the same time, with the first platoon of European infantry crouching, the Indian infantry platoon standing close behind, and the Chinese infantry staggered in the gap in the front row.

Rows of rifles were raised in the midst of a clatter, and young faces stared at the Mohoks in the camp dozens of meters away with expressions of nervousness or fear.

"Shoot!"

The salvo, repeated countless times, finally began, and hundreds of dense, tiny fires flickered in the darkness. In the blink of an eye, screams rang out from the crowd in the blazing camp.

The dense rain of bullets tore apart the human body with almost no protection, and in the blood mist, the broken muscles and bones flew out with the wound as the center of the circle, and the broken body limbs and legs flew out with strange arcs, while more people were sprayed by the blood of their companions.

A single salvo caused staggering casualties, almost a third of the infantry hit their first target in their lives, and the stumbling figures and miserable death-defying howls in front of them made each of their pupils shrink.

"Reload!"

Except for the soldiers who had experienced the Pecot War in West Point, and some European soldiers who were known as war animals, they immediately began to reload, and almost all of the Delaware Indian soldiers were terrified. If it weren't for the fact that there was still a human wall standing behind it, it is estimated that a self-collapse in a dominant situation would have occurred.

Most of the stunned Mohoks fled, but after dozens of seconds, after finally seeing who the night raiders were, there were still some Mohok warriors who were so stimulated by the blood in front of them that they lost their self-control, and under the leadership of their leader, they rushed towards the line infantry dozens of meters away like crazy bison.

"! Reload, idiot! You want to die! ”

After a Chinese soldier who had crossed the public identity finished loading, he saw that the Delaware soldier in front of him was still trembling all over his body and was stupid, so he smashed it directly with the butt of his gun. The Delaware soldier covered his bloody ears, threw down his weapon, and knelt down.

"Raise your gun! Aim! "The officer's order was issued again.

"!"

The rough Chinese soldier kicked the "Indian brothers" in front of him, who was about to collapse, and quickly raised his flintlock rifle again.

"Shoot!"

More than a dozen Mohok Indian warriors had already rushed to a distance of less than twenty meters from the line infantry. But they were quickly shot into countless pieces by a dense rain of gunfire.

"Get on the bayonet! Charge! ”

More than 100 men with flintlock rifles armed with bayonets rushed into the Mohok camp, along with armed civilians from West Point who were lying in ambush and firing all around.

One by one, the Mohoks had lost any will to fight, and they threw away their weapons and fled. The bayonets continued to stab the Mohoks who had crashed into the muzzles of their guns in the confusion, but a significant number of Mohoks were so frightened that they forgot to flee, and just cowered on the ground and watched the bayonets pass through their bodies.

The recruits of the Indian infantry platoon, who were also in a state of madness, almost violated the rules of melee tactics that a qiē could violate. The flintlock rifles they were wielding slaughtered creatures in front of them that didn't look like their own, with more exaggerated movements than their bone spears.

In any case, a night raid with almost zero casualties was completely over before 3 a.m.

More than a hundred Mohoks were killed by guns or bayonets, and all the others fled into the woods of the night barrier, except for two armed residents of West Point who were wounded in the thigh by the indiscriminate bone arrows fired by the Mohoks.

In addition, a soldier of an Indian infantry platoon had his ear smashed by a friendly rifle butt.

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