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When the last barbed wire was destroyed, the buffalo felt like he was only a fist away from victory.

"Warriors! Victory is at hand! The buffalo made the final mobilization towards the warriors of the tribe, "The end of the white people is near!" We've all seen other tribes broken down by the whites, they lost their land, their wives and children had their scalps ripped off by the whites and taken to their rewards, what did they do wrong? Didn't they once swear to the white man by the sun that they would make peace with the white man and that the white man would promise not to encroach on their land? But as soon as the railroad reached the vicinity of their settlements, there would be more and more whites, and at that time, the whites, who had made a pact with them because they could not overwhelm them in strength, would not hesitate to tear up their sacred oaths, and find vile excuses after another, to attack them, to seize their land, and to kill their wives and children.

In the stories of exiles, we are all familiar with such stories. But we always felt that such stories were far away from us, that we were stronger than all the original tribes of the exiles, that we were further away from the white people, that we had never offended them, and that the white people had made boundaries with us......

Today, however, something ominous has appeared in our territory. This is the railroad, and even unlike in the stories of the exiles, the white people did not build the railroad near our territory, but directly built them into our territory. Yesterday, some of you have seen how powerful those monsters running along the railroad are. If we allow this railway to extend, if we allow this railway to divide our territory in half, those tragic stories of exile will surely become our future. For the sake of the land of the Horde and for tomorrow, we must destroy this sinful railway! We may suffer heavy casualties, but for the sake of the Horde's tomorrow, we must fight! ”

"Kill all the whites!" Countless Indians shouted. Then the buffalo chieftain took the lead in singing an ancient Indian song and dancing an ancient dance dedicated to ancestors and gods. The other Indians sang along, clapping their hands and stomping their feet. This simple song is sung louder and louder, and even has a feeling of stopping the clouds and shaking the sky.

Listening to the Indian's singing, Bob couldn't help but change his face. He looked through his binoculars at the shouting Indians, and he knew that the general attack of the Indians was about to begin.

"Hey, long...... "Officer," Bob felt another hard pat on the shoulder, "what are they singing?" ”

Bob turned his head and saw that it was James.

"I'm not an Indian, how do I know!" Bob said angrily. Then thinking about it, he added another sentence: "Be careful for a while, people are going to play real this time." ”

"Oh, I see, just ...... Didn't they play really? ”

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In the midst of the song, the Indians were ready to attack, and finally, the song stopped, and the whole world was silent at once, even the wind stopped. Only the copper-like dead grass on the ground was still trembling slightly. After a while, the silence was broken by a slight but long sound, the sound of the Indians' horns, which began to grow higher and louder. When the trumpets were raised to an extreme, all the Indians shouted loudly together, and then rushed towards the camp like a tidal wave that burst the embankment.

"Raise your gun!" Bob shouted. The previous actual combat confirmed one point, that is, the accuracy of the free fire of the Irish was a mess. So he decided to let them use the old-fashioned volley of guns. That way, at least aiming at Tom, the chances of hitting John will be much higher.

"Aim!" Bob continued to shout.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! "I don't know who fired the first shot, and then the Irishmen crackled and fired.

After all, a salvo is a salvo, and the odds of hitting a person are higher than free fire, and a salvo of three hundred guns can knock out five or six Indians with one guy - because the Indians are not in effective range at all.

"Hell! Who told you to shoot! "Bob is going mad." Fast! Reload! Hurry up! ”

Taking advantage of the fact that the workers were scrambling to reload their bullets, a group of Indians with rifles rushed over. They lay down behind the carcasses of the slain horses and, with MacDonald 1857 rifles in their hands, shot at the workers on the wall.

"Squat down! Squat down! Bob yelled as he fired back.

A worker who had just loaded his bullet had just peeked his head out of the fence when a bullet hit him in the head. His head exploded all at once, and red and white were scattered everywhere. Immediately afterwards, several more workers who had come out to shoot were killed.

The level of those Indian gunners was obviously much better than that of the workers, and if this burst of fire was placed under normal circumstances, it would definitely be able to overwhelm the defenders. But the current defenders are an exception, and although they lack skill and discipline, they are by no means lacking in courage. The methamphetamine that flowed through their veins gave them great courage, and although people were constantly being shot and killed, there were always people who kept coming out to shoot. Although their shots did not always hit the target, and most of them even fired empty guns, under the cover of their fearlessness, the guards were able to effectively fire at the Indian gunners. With the precision shooting of MacDonald 1857 in his hand, Bob killed five or six Indian gunners in a row, and the rest of the Guardsmen also made a good effort.

By this time, under the cover of the gunners in the back, the Indians, holding ladders, had already approached the wall.

"Prepare the grenades!" Despite the roar of gunfire, Bob's loud voice was audible to the guards.

The guards crouched down, molded grenades, pulled the fuse, and threw them at the Indians.

The explosion of the defensive grenade rang out, and the flying shrapnel knocked down a large part of the rushing Indians. More Indians rushed over and were knocked to the ground again by grenades.

Defensive grenades flew around to push back the Indians' onslaught. In this round of attacks, the Indians paid a huge price. Outside the walls of the camp lay the corpses of the Indians, at least in the hundreds. Bob felt that this defeat should greatly demoralize the Indians. It should be a long time before they can make the next attack.

But Bob: They're also reaching their limits. More than 100 workers were killed and wounded, and now less than a third of the workers are still able to continue fighting, and more than a dozen members of the escort team have also been killed or wounded, and only about half of the rest are left. What's worse is that because grenades are expensive, the number of grenades in stock is very limited, and by now, well, there are only about twenty left. If the Indians had made another attack like this, they would not have been able to stop it in any way.

The Indians, however, seemed to be frightened by the rain of grenades from this attack, and after retreating, they stayed there for a while, and then began to retreat slowly, and finally gradually disappeared into the distant mountains.

Bob watched as the last Indian disappeared from his view, and he felt all his strength disappear with the Indian. He sat on the ground, gasping for air. Others were cheering, others were wailing, and others were crying as they watched the dead and wounded workers.

In the afternoon, the damaged railroad was rushed through, and reinforcements arrived. Everyone was relieved, opened the camp gate, and began to count the corpses abandoned by the Indians.

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"I'd like to give you a briefing." Scrooge told the directors, "We have just repelled an Indian attack on our railroad. Countless Indians were killed, and more than 500 corpses were discarded by them alone. Our military experts believe that many more Indians will be wounded and incapacitated. Now, we can be sure that after this battle, the Minnesota Indians suffered so much loss that they were no longer in a position to pose any more threat to our railroads. Moreover, the Blackwater Guards we hired took advantage of the victory and swept through five Indian camps. The latter three have been abandoned. I have reason to believe that the Indians have fled from our territory! ”

"In addition, there is one more news for everyone. At the beginning, I strongly demanded that the railway line be moved north, but many people expressed opposition, so the construction cost of this section of the railway was basically shared between me and Mr. Mogen. I'm out 80 percent, and Mr. Morgan is out 20 percent here. According to the contract, the mining rights allocated to the company in this area were naturally divided between me and Mr. Morgan in a ratio of eight to two. Scrooge glanced at William, who was sitting next to him with a blue face? Vanderbilt, continued, "It was while I was chasing the Indians that the prospecting team I hired found a very large iron ore mine in the territory that belonged to the Indians. Its reserves have not yet been estimated, but it is absolutely no problem to rank in the top three in the United States. I'm not telling you this now, not to show off to you, but to tell you that there must be a reason why I insist on doing anything. Don't blindly oppose me, it's no good! Follow me, and I can make sure everyone has meat to eat. ”