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"Sir, Transit Station No. 2 has been attacked by the Indians, and they have sent a telegram asking for help." A member of the Escort reported to Bob.

"How many Indians are there?" Bob asked excitedly.

"Hundreds!" The Guard replied.

"Okay, let's assemble the soldiers."

Soon, a detachment of escorts got ready and boarded the armored train. The armored train had already caught fire and was ready, so the driver pulled a whistle, and the armored train headed along the railway towards station No. 2.

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"Sir, Transit Station 1 has also been attacked by the Indians."

"How many are there?" Bob asked.

"Hundreds."

"Damn, how are there so many Indians?" Bob scolded, "Let the soldiers assemble!" ”

A few minutes later, another armored train drove out of the camp.

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"Sir, Transit Station 3 ......"

"Attacked by the Indians again?" Bob said, "Assemble the soldiers!" ”

A few minutes later, the last armored train also departed. By this time, the sun was gradually moving westward.

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Bob sat next to the telegraph machine, and the situation at the three transfer stations was constantly being transmitted back by telegram.

"God forbid, these Indians don't know anything about modern technology, they don't know how to cut telegraph lines." Bob thought. There were many Indians, but the armored train was not easy to deal with, and in addition to forty heavily armed soldiers, there were two steel guns on board. The two guns were rifled guns, and the company provided them with smokeless projectiles wrapped in silk pill packets. This makes it much easier to clear the chamber and the corresponding shot is much higher. Bob vaguely heard that the head of the company was working on a new artillery gun that fired as well as the MacDonald Model 1857 rifle. However, with the existing rifled guns and shrapnel shells, this thing is definitely enough for the Indians to eat a pot.

At this time, someone handed him a newly translated message.

Bob took the message, and the message was simple: "The enemy is retreating, the enemy has not left, please instruct." ”

Bob reckoned that the Indians had given up on the transfer station after being attacked by the armored train, but instead of withdrawing, they retreated out of the armoured train's killing range to confront them.

"Let them stay there and protect the transfer station. Defend against night attacks by Indians. Bob ordered.

Soon they received telegrams from several other stations, and the situation was basically the same. Bob made the same arrangement.

By this time, it was completely dark. Bob, estimating that there would be no further major changes in the near future, left the telegraph room, and before leaving, he arranged for the evening to be on duty, and instructed them to "contact these stations every twenty minutes in the evening." Notify me immediately if anything happens. ”

But the whole night, all night, was normal, and the Indians did not get up with the night raid that he had been fearing. Bob slept peacefully until dawn.

At about seven o'clock in the morning, the lookout post suddenly appeared, and thousands of Indians appeared near the camp. Bob hurriedly put the remaining forty or so guards into position and prepared for defense. At the same time, the gun depot was opened, and the workers were prepared for the defense of the guns.

"Sir, we have too few people, should we transfer the armored train back." One of the guards asked.

"Arnold, you go and give the order, let them telegraph, transfer the armored train back!" Bob ordered.

"Yes, sir!" Herald Arnold ran towards the telegraph room.

Bob held up his binoculars and continued to observe the Indians. These Indians, with their various feathered headdresses, stayed out of the range of artillery. They got off their horses, sat down on the ground, and began to eat their breakfast. Apparently they had come a long way, and now they had to rest for both men and horses to regain their strength.

"When you're ready, the armored train will be back. By that time, the three armored trains, together with the existing forces in the camp, would have a total of one hundred and sixty guards, a hundred cannons, and more than three hundred workers with rifles, which was definitely not something that these Indians could defeat. Bob thought as he felt the tension in his heart fade.

But just then, Arnold came running back quickly, and he ran to Bob and whispered, "Sir, the telegraph line has been cut." ”

This is definitely not good news, especially at this time. Fortunately, Arnold was very sensible and did not say the news out loud. Otherwise, as the scum of the Irish immigrants hears such bad news that means they can't ask for help from the outside world, they will automatically translate it as if they have been abandoned, and they will definitely not be able to fight or something, and then maybe the Indians will charge and most of them will not have to fight, and they will collapse.

"We've telegraphed the three armored trains, they're coming back soon!" Bob shouted, "There will be state militia and more convoys coming to support you." ”

Bob's announcement made everyone thunderous, but Bob himself frowned. The sudden cutting of the telegraph line of the cable telegraph is not good news, which means that he has fallen into the trap of the Indians since yesterday. Now Bob fully understands what the Indians are up to. They first made a feint yesterday afternoon, drawing out three armoured trains and a large number of convoys, and then dragged them there until dark. After dark, for safety reasons, it was impossible for the armored train to return to the camp, because there was no good lighting at this time, and it would be really fatal if the Indians did something on the railroad. At this time, some Indians will take advantage of the night to sabotage a section of the railway. Of course, they still included keeping the telegraph line uncut so that they felt that they were in control. It wasn't until their brigade appeared near the camp that they cut the telegraph line.

"It's not because I'm incompetent, it's because the Indians are too cunning." Bob comforted himself in this way, then pulled himself together and set up a defense. Fortunately, he still has two guns, and in addition, barbed wire has long been erected outside the camp, and mines have been planted between the barbed wire. In addition, the walls of the camp are also very strong. The walls were made of two layers of tree trunks that were close to each other, one after the other. Between the two layers of trunks is also filled with earth, which is very sturdy. This also gave Bob the confidence to persevere.

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Not long after Bob lost contact with the three armored trains outside, the telegram was cut off from the transfer station. Fortunately, the telegraph lines between the three transfer stations were still connected. So the three armored trains were connected to each other, and after discussion, they decided to send an armored train along the railway to the camp to see what was going on.

Wallace was the commander of the armored train, and his train had to stop less than ten miles away. Because at least hundreds of meters of railroad tracks in front of them were all stripped by the Indians.

The convoy was not unprepared for the possibility of the Indians ripping off the railway, and the armored train had a certain number of rails on it. If the Indians had only stripped a section of about ten meters, they could stop the car and quickly take out the spare rails from the car and lay it on.

But this time, the Indians actually stripped off hundreds of meters of railroad tracks in one go. It's not something that an armored train can repair.

"The Indians are definitely besieging our camp!" Wallace made such a judgment immediately.

"Sir, what should I do? Why don't we rush back on foot to help them? A lad named Leonardo said. His brother was also in the convoy and is now staying in the camp.

"No, if we go on foot, without the protection of the trains, without the artillery, the Indians don't even have to ambush us, as long as one charge, none of us forty will see the sun tomorrow. Maybe the Indian ambush is waiting for us. Wallace immediately vetoed Leonardo's proposal.

"So what are we going to do?" Leonardo asked.

"Go back and inform the headquarters immediately, and let them mobilize forces to come to the rescue. At the same time, I hope that Sir Bob will be able to withstand them. ”

The other soldiers agreed with Wallace. So the train began to retreat, heading towards the transfer station from which they had exited.

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At this time, Bob saw the Indians stand up. A group of Indians mounted their horses first, scattered and rushed towards the camp with great height.

"Are these Indians stupid? Didn't they see the barbed wire? It wasn't something their horses could jump over. Do they want to rely on the impact of their horses to knock the barbed wire open? That's a dream! Bob thought.

However, the Indians didn't really hit the barbed wire directly. They skillfully steered their horses, and changed direction with a sharp turn near the barbed wire. At the same time, the Indians threw iron hooks into the rope and hooked the barbed wire. Apparently, they wanted to pull the barbed wire fence apart in a way that was done in guò.

If he still has a full eight cannons in his hand, with plenty of cannonballs, Bob can definitely teach people who have this idea to be new people in minutes, but now he only has two cannons in his hand, although these two cannons have been fired, and they have also hit some Indians, but when these Indians rushed over, the formation was very loose, and they didn't really hit too much. Quite a few Indians hooked their hooks to the barbed wire and began to turn around and pull them.

"Fire!" Bob gave the order, and hundreds of rifles fired. The Indians fell from their horses like fallen leaves. Their horses were also frightened and galloped.

The Sioux Indians did not use stirrups, because they could not pull the rope with their own hands to pull the barbed wire, and the other end of the hook was not held in the hands of the printers, but on the shoulders of their horses. The wounded horses ran desperately, and immediately opened a wide hole in the barbed wire.