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From the binoculars in the watchman's hand, he could see that first a large flag had risen from under the horizon, then the heads of the horses, then the heads of many headdresses of various colored turkey feathers, and then the whole caravan of the Indians appeared in his sight, six or seven hundred men.

"Enemy attack!" The lookout post sounded the alarm. The whole camp was immediately in an uproar, as if a strong wind had blown and all the grass on the prairie was shaken, and the whole camp was at once in a hurry. The men stood up from behind the caravan's baffle, holding on to the baffle and looking into the distance, some young people stood on the baffle and looked out, hoping to see the enemy sooner, while others silently drew a cross on their chests and prayed with words in their mouths. Some of the women clung to the hem of their man's clothes, as if they feared that he would fly away as soon as he let go; Some will stand up one moment, and then squat down again, not knowing what to do; Some even ran straight to the center of the camp, not knowing whether they felt it was safer or wanted to see the children who stayed there.

"Get back to your place!" Pike blocks a woman who is running towards the center of the camp.

"Mr. Pike, I just wanted to go and see how little Hill is hiding. Just take a look! The woman said.

"All the kids were so nice! They were all arranged to hide under the table. The Indians could not be hurt by their arrows or spears. No one can harm them until we die! Don't mess with it and get back to your place! Pike said sternly.

"Alright then, but Mr. Pike, you have to keep those people on the lookout for the kids, especially our Hill, he's naughty, and I'm afraid he's going to run around." The woman gave in.

However, women's worries are not unreasonable, and unlike the nervousness of adults, when they hear that the Indians are coming, most of the children are curious and excited, as if a fairy tale is about to be staged. The girls chattered about whose dad was the best, and the boys were a little more naughty, trying to hide from the grandmothers who were guarding the tent so that they could go outside to see if the Indians were really full of feathers.

The Indians led their horses until they were about six hundred meters from the camp before stopping. The experience gained in previous battles with the whites told them that this distance was beyond the range of the whites' rifle salvos. They had a long trek and needed to rest at this distance.

"Why did they come with their horses and not on them?" An immigrant with a Springfield 1855 rifle in his hand asked Pike in a slightly trembling voice.

"How do I know! I'm not an Indian. Pike spat out the toothpick he had bitten into his mouth and spat again.

"That's because it's a long way from where they've intercepted beforehand, and they can't let the horse get too tired. As far as they are concerned, at this time, the body of a horse is more important than the body of a person. Robson, who happened to be nearby, replied, "We used to do the same when we were cavalrymen. ”

"Will they just rush over and the cart will be able to stop them?"

"Just rushing over? They don't even have stirrups, how can they rush directly? Do you think they were all cuirassiers of Emperor Napoleon? They would just run around the wagons and shoot at us at the same time or throw bows and arrows and spears. Robson replied.

"They also have guns? Damn, who sold it to them? ”

"The British, the French, the Spaniards, the Mexicans and, of course, mainly us Americans themselves." Robson smiled, "Anyway, even if we don't sell them, they can still buy them from others." Instead of letting those guys make money, we should sell it to them ourselves and make money ourselves. ”

"Damn it!" The immigrant said, but he didn't know if the damn one he was talking about was a British or a French, a Spanish, a Mexican, or a Ze, or simply an American.

"Steady! Steady! Don't lift the gun! No shooting, no orders! "The guards were scattered to key positions, and they kept shouting at the nervous migrants.

At this time, the Indians seemed to have finished resting, and they began to turn on their horses and shout "huhuhu", and then about a hundred Indians rode their horses and brandished their pistols and pistols in their hands, and pounced on the camp.

"Steady! Don't raise a gun, don't shoot! Blackwater's guards shouted. They all knew that the purpose of these Indian cavalry was to lure the settlers into shooting. Their horses were fast, sparsely formed, and far away. If the immigrants shoot at such a distance, the chances of hitting them are very low. The immigrants, who were often inexperienced in combat, were likely to fire indiscriminately at a distance where the enemy was almost impossible for them to hit, wasting ammunition in vain, and smashing out the ammunition in the preloaded rifles, and greatly reducing the shots behind the guides, thus giving the Indian cavalry the opportunity to shoot or shoot arrows at close range.

As the Indian cavalry got closer and closer, the people in the carriage seemed to feel the vibrations of the Indian horses' hooves falling on the ground. When they were still about two hundred meters away from the camp, the Indians turned their horses, and the whole horse team quickly turned in a different direction and circled the chariot formation. And the other Indians began to urge their horses to join the big ring in turn.

"Raise your gun!" Robson ordered.

"Raise your gun!"

"Raise your gun!"

The other guards also shouted, except for Yang Tai, each of whom was in charge of three or five immigrants with guns. They command these immigrants and prepare them for design.

"Follow me, if I don't shoot, you don't shoot!" Said the guards.

If anyone could fly like a bird to get a bird's eye view of the battlefield, he would have seen that there were now two rings on the ground, a small ring of fifteen caravans in the middle, and a large circle of fifteen caravans. However, these two rings were not perfect concentric circles, and the Indian cavalry would sometimes suddenly deflect inward, and the large rings seemed to suddenly flatten a little. At this time, the distance between the large circle of the Indians and the small circle formed by the chariot formation suddenly decreased.

"Bang!" Just as a squad of Indian cavalry was a little inward, one of the immigrants couldn't help but open fire.

With this gunshot, the other immigrants couldn't help but pull their triggers, and the crackling gunshots rang out. White smoke came out of the barrels of the guns, making the entire array look like a layer of mist outside.

In fact, the formation of the Indians was very sparse, and the distance was actually quite far, so this shot did not hit any target, and they did not even hit a single Indian. Instead, the Indians continued to approach the cart formation while they had changed their guns after firing. Far from frightening the Indians, the indiscriminate firing of the immigrants just now encouraged them to think that the immigrants were stupid rookies who could have come closer and crush them with a salvo of horseback.

"Bastard! Don't shoot without my orders, even if everyone else shoots! The guards shouted angrily. Such indiscriminate shooting will not only fail to hit the enemy, but the fog of the battlefield caused by the smoke of gunpowder will also interfere with their own shooting, giving the Indians the opportunity to break through to a closer distance.

But not every immigrant didn't hear the screams of the guards, at least, the guy next to Mason didn't, in fact, he couldn't hear anything since the first shot, he just threw the gun aside, held his head, and howled, "I killed someone!" I killed someone! Woo woo woo, I killed someone! "If he really hit an Indian, it would be good to say, in fact, in this round of shooting, these rookie immigrants didn't hit anything at all.

Before Mason could react, Yang Tai flew up and kicked the fool off the car. The guy fell straight to the side of the woman who was waiting below to hand the loaded rifle up.

The seventeen or eighteen-year-old woman looked up and looked up with some surprise.

"Reload that useless fellow! You come up and take his place. Somehow, Yang Tai came up with such a sentence.

The woman cheered, jumped into the car at once, and then skillfully put the rifle on her shoulder, allowing the muzzle to stretch out slightly from the top of the baffle, and then turned to Yang Tai and Mason and smiled: "Sophia is ready to be dispatched at any time." ”

This move startled Mason and Yang Tai. Yang Tai originally called her up just to stimulate the soft egg below, but looking at it like this, this girl named Sophia may really be more effective than that soft egg.

"Will you shoot?" Mason asked

"Yes! Three points and one line, aim, pay attention to the amount of advance, and then trigger the bolt. The woman shouted.

Mason's ears rang out with another burst of gunfire, fired by a group over there. By this time, some of the Indian cavalry were so close to the cart formation that they could even shoot at the cart formation with their horse pistols.

"Those guys are coming into our range." Mason watched as the group of Indian cavalry approached from the left and shouted gratefully, "Aim...... Fire! ”

"Bang bang...... Mason's men, including his own, fired seven guns one after another, and Mason saw that at least two Indian cavalrymen fell from their horses, and then he lowered his head and ducked under the fender - they were now within range of the Indian cavalry.

The other immigrants also squatted down,—— the guards of Blackwater before the war had specially taught them, and after firing a shot, they immediately squatted. But there was a person who did not squat down, but stood on tiptoe and looked out: "There is one that I hit, I hit!" ”

"Damn stupid woman, she's going to be sieveed." Before Mason could react, he saw a man leap over and knock the woman to the ground, and almost at the same time, a burst of gunfire rang out.

All the men crouched under the fenders, and Sophia, who was still standing straight, became a conspicuous target, and the Indians, risking being hit, continued to approach the formation, and at least ten carbines opened fire on her. Fortunately, at the last moment, Yang Tai, who reacted quickly, pounced and threw her to the ground. At this time, several squads next to them took advantage of the opportunity for the Indians to rush to the side and shoot, and fired another round at them. As a result, several more Indians were successfully defeated.

The place where people can stand behind the baffle is not spacious, and Yang Tai pounced fiercely. As a result, he and Sophia fell out of the car and into the camp together, and rolled on the ground.

When the tumbling stopped, Yang Taixian - it's a shame, that Sophia actually happened to be on top of him.

"It's so unlucky, I was actually pressed by a woman." Before Yang Tai could understand, the woman stood up, and then hit Yang Tai's nose hard with a punch, making Yang Tai's nose sour and tears flowing. Then, in the haze of tears, he saw Sophia raise her fist high, and at the same time shouted viciously: "Kill you stinky rascal!" ”