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Friday, February 24, 1623, light rain.

Old Man Allen's inadvertent words have finally come true.

When the Albany region of North America communicates in winter and spring, the most terrible thing is not the heavy snow that sleeps the beasts at the end, but the mud after the snow melts on the pristine land and the swelling water level in the middle and upper reaches of the Song River.

In just over a week, the earth began to appear as if it were molting, and the melting snow peeled off from the skin of the earth like ringworm. Everything is reviving, and the critters vying for their first meal of early spring are struggling to roam the land full of new greenery and danger, and the plains and forests along the coast are finally exposed to the muddy swamps that have long been hidden under the winter snow.

After this winter's vengeful snowfall, the Song River has become a raging python, with a large number of remnants of ice and snow mixed with the sand, earth and wood branches that rushed along the way to form a mighty army, rolling and rampaging through the river.

At the landing base camp, more than 160 U.S. Army soldiers and almost the same number of Indian servants were anxiously repairing the sloppy camp after the snow melted, the various fortification towers that had been built on the frozen soil were in danger, and near the temporary wharf, a large number of camp facilities had been soaked in mud due to the rising water level of the Song River.

In the past two days, more than 30 tonnes of supplies have been soaked in muddy water due to the melting snow or the rising water level of the Song River, and the Mohok prisoner of war camp built south of the base camp is almost a muddy pond. Although the POWs had been exhausted in the past week, it was considered that more Mohok POWs would be brought back from the B objective in the northwest before long. Therefore, Deng Jian still had to arrange manpower to intensify repairs.

The officers and men of the 2nd Infantry Company, the Combat Engineer Platoon, and the Machine Gun Platoon, who were holding the base camp, had been working for several days in spite of fatigue and in the light rain.

The transportation of military supplies and prisoners of war, which lasted for half a month, had to greatly reduce the capacity of inland river transportation from West Point to Mancheng. The transportation of mineral raw materials in the industrial area of Manchester cannot be interrupted for too long, so two days ago the river flotilla returned to the sea, bringing thousands of Mohok prisoners of war to West Point. But at the same time, there was also a notice that raw materials were to be transported for the Manchester Industrial Area. Regarding this news, Lieutenant Deng Jian, the supreme commander who stayed behind in the landing base camp, could only express his reluctance to accept it.

On the planned timetable, the main force of the Northern Campaign, two infantry companies led by Army Major He Yu and several hundred Indian servants. It's been 9 days since I left the landing base camp. If it weren't for the melting snow or rain, they would have completed their operation against the B target more than 30 kilometers to the northwest, and were already on their way back to the landing base camp.

But in fact, in his radio communication last night, Deng Jian learned that the main force was still stuck in the primeval forest area more than 20 kilometers to the northwest. The annoying rainy weather and terrain caused a lot of losses to the team of pack horses, either stuck in the quagmire or injured horses. The more than 200 Pects and Dravaares were exhausted from flanking reconnaissance and baggage cover, if not for supplies. It is estimated that they have already returned home halfway.

The officers and soldiers of the two infantry companies under the command of He Yu were not much better than those Indian servants. They had gone through several months of harsh combat training in the snow season, but they had lost their bearings in such a damp and muddy environment after the snow melted, and almost every officer and soldier was wilted by such a bad march.

Officers and men kept falling in the woods or in the mud, and their rifles were soaked in muddy water so that it was difficult to pull the bolts of their guns. Not to mention whether the barrel stained with mud and sand can still shoot normally. A considerable number of paper-shelled bullets carried by the soldiers, even if they were coated with waterproof paraffin, were scrapped by moisture.

He Yu's usual self-confidence and composure on the radio also became a little irritable, except for constantly urging Deng Jian to repair the camp fortifications and protect the remaining stockpiles, he didn't say a word about when his side would be able to complete the battle.

Regarding the current experience of his boss, Deng Jian could only cry and laugh. I am also secretly glad that my combat mission was completed early, so that I would not fall into the same embarrassing situation as my boss.

The light rain finally stopped last night, and the next morning was covered in a thick fog. Except for the surging sound of water coming from the Song River dozens of meters away, the entire landing base camp was quiet in the morning fog with visibility of only a dozen meters.

The Chinese Army officers and soldiers who had been working for many days were still dreaming in their tent sleeping bags, and the Indian Servant Army camp to the north was even more dead, and the Mohicans and Dravaare, who had worked more, no longer seemed to have the strength to maintain their early life traditions, except for a few figures in the center of the camp who were rescuing the dying campfires and boiling water for cooking, and even the people on the watchtower were napping in thick furs.

Yu Shan and Qiao Yan were on the guard at 5 o'clock in the morning, and now they were fighting on the defensive guard tower south of the camp. Opposite the watchtower was an empty prisoner of war camp, which had been repaired all day yesterday and had left a large amount of wood and sandbags missing, but now they were hidden in the fog.

In the fixed fortifications below the watchtower, under the rudimentary rain canopy, a stout organ and machine gun was quietly pointed at the prisoner of war camp, and the four soldiers on duty were also tightly wrapped in blankets and leaned against the sandbags and dozed off.

In the camp behind the watchtower, there was already a platoon of soldiers who got up with sighs and sighs, yawning and walking out of the tent with steel helmets one by one, intending to take over their comrades in the camp fortifications after breakfast.

A cold wind blew, blowing away a piece of mist, and also made Qiao Yan, who had slipped off the blanket on his shoulder, shiver. Holding the blanket with one hand in a daze, Qiao Yan struggled to adjust his body by the wooden railing of the watchtower.

With a slight twitch of his ears, Qiao Yan suddenly opened his eyes, and with a curl of his body, he grabbed the rifle beside him.

"Hey! Yu Shan, don't sleep! It's as if there's something in the POW camp to the south! Qiao Yan stabbed Yu Shan, who was wrapped in a blanket and made a big dumpling next to him, with his left hand, and now his comrades-in-arms were sleeping soundly.

"I guess it's a deer or a rabbit,......" Yu Shan, who was confused, rubbed his eyelids. Stretched comfortably, while unbuttoning the steel helmet and picking at the itchy short hair, "I can't see the ghosts there, what can I ...... there?"

The thick fog drifted gently in the morning breeze, sometimes gathering into a thicker mass, sometimes sparsely opening a thin sheet, no matter how Qiao Yan's eyes widened. I couldn't make out any movement in the hazy pale white.

Suddenly, about thirty meters away from the watchtower, around the pile of wood and sandbags on the north side of the POW camp. The mist twisted, like a monster that had been hidden for a long time taking a deep breath, blowing and breathing and tearing open a crack in the white mist around it.

A figure wrapped in fur and a wide fur cloak suddenly jumped out of the fog! Followed by. More human bodies are contoured in the mist. Their sturdy figures jumped between the wood and sandbags, long things in their hands.

"Enemy attack!"

In the silent landing base camp, Qiao Yan's slightly trembling and frightened roar suddenly sounded, and then a gunshot rang out over the riverbank.

Yu Shan, who was beside Qiao Yan, was already pale with fright at this time, and was holding a rifle and staring blankly at the gate of the prisoner of war camp more than ten meters south of the watchtower.

Dozens of strange Indian soldiers in fur cloaks had jumped out of the prisoner of war camp under the cover of thick fog, and were rapidly approaching the sandbag wall fortifications south of the landing base camp.......

The camp instantly fried the pot, and a group of people turned on their backs. Disheveled soldiers poured out of their tents with belts, rifles, and steel helmets, non-commissioned officers were screaming hoarsely, and soldiers who had been changing guards in several other directions were shooting indiscriminately in the direction they were facing.

The commander of the machine gun platoon in charge of the night, Second Lieutenant Li Hao, actually jumped out of a corner with a sleeping bag rolled. A pair of bloodshot eyes looked in horror at the chaotic southern fortified area.

No one gave any clear orders, but the only 37-barrel platoon machine gun in the south in charge of the direction of the prisoner of war camp still fired. A low, terrifying roar tore through the thick fog, and long tongues of fire spat out from the honeycomb-shaped barrel rack, but it only lasted a few seconds before several figures flipped into the fortifications from one side, and the sharp bone spears instantly stabbed the European soldiers operating the machine guns in the heart.

The pre-dying screams were quickly drowned out by the cacophony of gunfire and human voices. In less than ten seconds, more than three soldiers were stabbed to death by the Indians, and more than 20 Indians had climbed into the southern fortifications!

It is a pity that there are only two squads of officers and soldiers on duty in the entire fortified position that stretches for nearly 100 meters in the south, and they are still in the drowsy and hazy stage of changing guards.

The dozen or so remaining gorgeous soldiers in the fortifications had to engage in melee combat with the attacking opponents, but the numerical disadvantage and visibility of more than ten meters led the soldiers to huddle in the corners of the fortifications, shivering back to back.

"Phew!"

Qiao Yan didn't see if he had hit the target, he buried his head in pulling the bolt, pulled out the loading compartment, quickly stuffed a bullet, and then pushed and sent his wrist, closed the chamber of the gun, and then pulled the firing pin safe, and aimed at the strange Indian soldier who was already scurrying under the watchtower.

"Whoosh! Boom! ”

A feather arrow shot out of the dense fog and nailed it to the wooden railing of the watchtower only a few centimeters away from Qiao Yan's head, so frightened that Qiao Yan hurriedly lay down.

Qiao Xian's side, Yu Shantou was already lying on his stomach. I couldn't see Yu Shan's face, but I saw that the other party's whole body was trembling, holding his steel helmet with one hand and holding a rifle with the other.

"Shoot, Yu Shan!" Joe slammed his companion's back, raised his rifle, and searched for a target in the chaotic fog and the shaking of figures.

"Grenade cover! Recapture the machine-gun positions and take on the bayonets in general! ”

The flaming smoke of a grenade explosion finally rose in the fortifications, and several Indian soldiers were blown crookedly along with the torn sandbags of dirt, and after the explosion, the familiar roar of Sergeant Scott could be heard in the fog.

The position below the watchtower was already in shambles, with Indian soldiers pouring into the fortified area, grenades exploding heavily, and the grinding of sharp bayonets and spears.

Qiao Xi and Yu Shan lay tightly on the watchtower, condescendingly shooting with rifles, which was the only rifle in the battlefield that could still shoot continuously, and below the watchtower, more than five Indian soldiers had been killed by rifle fire from above.

Scott jumped into the machine-gun position with an arrow step, and his strong body swirled. The rifle bayonet in his hand stabbed into the body of an Indian soldier who had just jumped onto a sandbag. With a twist of his body, he dodged a spear stabbed diagonally in the ground, drew his bayonet, and smashed the head of the spear owner with the butt of his backhand.

The close-range fire shattered the bodies of the Indians, and the last of them fell to the ground under the combined fire of several bayonets. The 30 or so Indians who had already rushed into the southern camp were finally stopped by the reinforcements brought by Scott with grenades. More strange Indian warriors were still coming.

"Here's a few people! Let the organ fire! Corporal Pias, you take your squad to block the southwest corner! Corporal Makarov, your squad is here to stay! ”

Scott wiped the blood from his face. Looking at the soldiers gathered around him, he kept giving orders.

Makarov was part of the South Night's Watch and was preparing to swap positions with those who had come to change shifts. As a result, they were caught off guard on the spot, and then the entire southern defense was thrown into disarray.

Makarov didn't know when he was also standing by the machine-gun position under the watchtower, the rifle bayonet in his hand was being drawn from the body of a dying Indian soldier, and the blood splattered his face and chest, looking terrible.

The fog thinned out a lot in the blast wave of the cold wind and grenade explosions, and the visibility was finally magnified to fifty meters away, and I saw that in the prisoner of war camp to the south, between the piles of wood and sandbags, hundreds of strangely dressed Indians had already surged in, and even a dozen Indian muskets with arquebuses could be seen in the middle!

Perhaps a French musket from Quebec further north. Or perhaps it was the trade of Dutch fur traders years ago, and the indiscriminate shooting of Indian musketeers hiding behind piles of building materials in the POW camp had finally begun.

The inaccurate lead bullets in the fog swept over the defensive positions to the south as if no one was there, or they smashed into sandbags and splashed a cloud of mud and sand, causing the nearest Huamei soldiers to break out in a cold sweat.

"Qiao Xian! Yu Shan! Hold on to the watchtower and shoot their musketeers! Makarov looked up. I saw that the two "idiots" in my class were nervously lying on the watchtower and shooting indiscriminately to the south, so I tore my throat.

The organ that had been silent for several minutes finally sounded again, and the tongue of fire swept across the front, and several Indian spearmen who had already approached the defensive position were smashed to pieces by the high-speed discharge of 15mm Mini bullets.

The reloading magazine behind the gun carriage was drawn, and the empty magazine was thrown aside with a few wisps of green smoke, and a European soldier quickly snapped into a new magazine from one side. With a hard press, the organ clicked and finished playing again.

Lieutenant Deng Jian, who had finished dressing at some point, was now rushing over with two mortars in the camp with a dead face, accompanied by the officer on duty, Second Lieutenant Li Hao of the machine gun platoon, and a younger second lieutenant with tender hair on the corner of his mouth.

The southern defense, a few dozen meters ahead, had gradually stabilized, and at least two platoons of soldiers were clinging behind sandbags, desperately pouring fire on their Indian opponents in the south. The only organ had emptied at least six magazines, and now three soldiers were crouching nervously on the side of the machine guns, scrambling to reload the empty magazines.

"Li Hao, what are you doing!"

Seeing the other party's disheveled appearance, Deng Jian's nose was almost crooked. Li Hao left his post without permission and actually found a place to sleep in a sleeping bag by himself, and as a result, the entire camp was without the command of an officer for a time. If it weren't for Sergeant Scott's decisive gathering of a few non-commissioned officers for an emergency troop move, I am afraid that the entire camp would collapse once more Indians poured in.

"I ......"

Li Hao, who was a dock security guard before the crossing, opened his mouth several times at this time, but did not say a word.

An ordinary migrant worker who used to be nothing in his eyes, and now Deng Jian, the lieutenant and acting company commander of the second company, made his face blush with his terrifying expression.

"You go and check the machine gun positions in the other two directions right now, and bring in another organ! Let Liu Chenxu's platoon of combat sappers guard the north side, don't move, and let the Mohican and Drava retreat into the main camp to assist in the defense! Silence, you take your platoon to support the western position, and the specific command is handed over to Sergeant Potter! Deng Jian did not continue to pursue the other party's dereliction of duty, but gave an order to another second lieutenant who rushed over.

Second Lieutenant Shen Mo, who was only a high school student before the crossing, is only 19 years old now after nearly three years. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, the young man who was enthusiastic about the life of the barracks became a young officer in the army, and he could only learn military knowledge with the help of the old officers. Strictly speaking, at present, it does not have any operational command capability at all.

In the line of sight, the long fortification dozens of meters away was bloody and bloody, and the corpses were mostly Indians, as well as the corpses of a few gorgeous soldiers who had stiffened.

Grenade-blown severed limbs littered the ground, pierced spears still face straight up on the corpses of gorgeous soldiers, and sandbags of fortifications strewn with blood, flesh and brains.

Trembling slightly, he saluted with his hands. Shen Mo quickly covered his mouth and ran away.

At 8 a.m., the fog finally lifted, and I was in sight. The strange Indian warriors scattered inside and outside the southern prisoner of war camps showed their true colors, and they were densely packed, numbering in the hundreds.

Before Deng Jian gave the order to fire the mortar. The strange Indian warriors, who had failed in the sneak attack, wisely retreated into the woods near the creek a few kilometers to the south, leaving behind more than a hundred corpses in and around the camp of the Chinese officers and soldiers.

Taking stock of the battle damage, 9 officers and men of the 2nd Infantry Company defending the southern fortifications were killed, 7 of the dead were stabbed to death on the spot, and 2 were shot into a hornet's nest by feathered arrows. Six people were wounded, most of them during hand-to-hand combat, and one of them was seriously injured.

After inspecting the three directions with a telescope, the situation around the landing base camp became clearer, but Deng Jian's face began to turn slightly pale.

The water level and velocity of the Song River rose sharply. Letting the river steamboat go against the tide would be a shameful hazard would be very difficult to get a rescue from West Point or Manchester City in the coming week. At present, the only hope is that the main force led by He Yu can return as much as possible.

But the bad thing is that from the shortly after the end of the battle, Deng Jian urgently launched a radio call. Except for sending back an urgent request for help to the army headquarters, he never received any response from the main force heading north, and Deng Jian couldn't help but suspect that He Yu's main force had not turned on the radio yet.

If the actual situation was known to Deng Jian, it was estimated that he would collapse immediately, because early in the morning, He Yu's troops were dozens of kilometers away. The lead-acid battery used to provide electricity to the station was broken. Maybe it was damp, maybe it was accidentally falling, in short, He Yu is also in a rage in the camp.

"It's been a few hours, and the Major's troops can't be contacted, and even if they do, they will return now, and we will need to hold out for at least four days, maybe a week!"

In the tent of the headquarters, Deng Jian looked around at the several second lieutenant officers present with a stern face.

"If they hadn't attacked us, we would have so many advanced weapons and be afraid of them?!" Liu Chenxu, the acting platoon commander of the combat engineer platoon, showed a nonchalant sneer at the corner of his mouth, "The two mortars haven't fired today!" ”

"Doesn't the army command dare to send transport ships, I don't think the water of this big river is so strict, right? Otherwise, we can withdraw......" Second Lieutenant Li Hao of the machine gun platoon muttered softly to the side.

Several glances swept over, and Li Hao hurriedly pretended to look at the map, hiding his panic.

Li Hao's behavior of leaving his post to sleep without permission on duty at night, regardless of whether it became the direct cause of the attack, at least in the eyes of several officers, was enough to bear the blame for this loss. But Li Hao now showed a cowardly attitude again, which made the others frown.

"With such a rapid flow of water and a large amount of ice mixed in, it is still a question whether our river boats can move against the current." The youngest lieutenant Shen Mo tapped his pen with a sad face, "Even if you force yourself to sail, it is estimated that the speed will be the same as that of a turtle crawling, and it may capsize." ”

"Even if the river fleet can arrive, we can't withdraw!" Liu Chenxu of the combat engineer platoon glared at Li Hao fiercely, "It's safe for us to go, do we want to give up the base camp and all the supplies and leave Brother He's troops in the field!" In terms of time, there are not many supplies left for him this time! ”

"Don't mention the withdrawal in the future!" The Supreme Commander Deng Jian waved his hand, stopped the quarrel in advance, and began to arrange the deployment of troops, "Now we will allocate defensive forces, and assign the largest number of Mohicans to the west to assist the silent first platoon in defense; The platoon of combat engineers of the Dravare and Liu Chenxu guarded the north, while Cao Han's second platoon and You Nanzhe's third platoon guarded the south. One organ to the north and one to the west, two to the south, and two mortars in the center. ”

When the order was given, everyone had to stand up and salute, whether they felt right or not. (To be continued)

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