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Friday, January 3, 1631, the second day of the lunar month.

It's the New Year's Day holiday of the new year, but under the gradually dim sky, in the heavy snow, in the field northwest of Porter City, a straight and spacious avenue passes through the forest. A convoy of more than 30 heavy wagons was slowly moving from the southeast towards the town of Eguchi in the northwest at a speed of less than 4 kilometers per hour.

This is the convoy of the "Angel Urban Construction Company" responsible for delivering a batch of holiday goods and bridge-building materials to Jiangkou Town. With the name of Lu Shengqiang and Chang Kun, the major shareholders of the "relative combination", Angel Urban Construction has participated in various small businesses including municipal infrastructure, material purchasing and transportation in almost all new towns, and is a character who can drill into everything and get a mouthful. However, after a few years of development, he has become a few small celebrities, becoming the golden egg hen of Chang Kun's family, and can get thousands of dollars in dividends every year, becoming a generation of local tyrants among Chinese immigrants.

Since this is the northernmost "border area" of the country, in order to protect such a convoy of transports that are busy making money on holidays, the headquarters of the Porter National Guard can only send escorts to the Orchard Fortress in the northwestern suburbs of the city. Without saying a word, the commander of the fortress, Lieutenant Qiao Yan, grabbed the deputy squadron leader, Sergeant Yu Shan, from the dining table, and then gathered two small groups of garrison soldiers to join the convoy.

The convoy had only been leaving Porter for only two hours, and what had been sparse light snow had gradually turned into heavy snow. The Bojiang Highway, which has only been in use for a few months, is quickly covered with a layer of snow and frost that gradually thickens on the gravel cement asphalt pavement. Due to the excessive amount of cargo, the convoy had to slow down in order to prevent the pack horses from slipping and injuring themselves, delaying the journey that was supposed to arrive in Eguchi Town before nightfall.

More than 60 soldiers, dressed in winter coats and National Guard insignia, sat in wagons with weapons on their backs. Only a few rode war horses to guard the front and rear on both sides. Regardless of the horses on the car, the soldiers rubbed their hands together and breathed, constantly patting the snow slag on their bodies, and secretly sighed that they had to be on duty to escort the caravan on a snowy day.

"Yushan, although there are still less than thirty miles to go, at this speed, I'm afraid it will be dark." Da Niu untied his rifle and put it on the cart, untied the kettle full of corn wine from his waist, and took a sip of it himself. He handed it to Yu Shan again, "Come, take a sip to warm up." ”

"Da Niu, you are a private, you should call me 'sergeant'. This is the rule in the army. ”

Yu Shan grabbed the kettle quietly, and before he could put it to his mouth, he saw a middle-aged Chinese man standing by the carriage, wrapped like a big brown bear, holding a pack of cigarettes with a smile on his face.

"Hehe, the military master has worked hard, come and smoke a cigarette." It seems that the Chinese leader of this team has only been in Huamei for a few years, and he has not yet changed some verbal habits. "Hey, looking at the weather, if it weren't for the fact that the owner has been telling the guests that the needs of the guests are our lives, I wouldn't have forced myself out of the city."

"Come on. Let's hurry up, otherwise if we continue to grind, no matter how good the road is, we won't be able to go. Yu Shan unceremoniously took the cigarette and looked in the northwest direction a few times. Then jumped out of the carriage, "Big Bull." Inform the people, except for those who are on horseback guard, the others get out of the car and walk, otherwise they will wait for their legs to be frozen numb, and by the way, reduce the burden on the carriage. ”

"On this snowy day, sit well in the car, why do you get off...... Got it, Sergeant. Da Niu reluctantly accepted the order, and then began to run towards the back of the convoy with his rifle in hand.

"Listening to the military master's accent, it seems to be a bit of a Ming Fujian accent, I don't know where it is? The small one is from Yanping Mansion, four years ago. The convoy resumed its advance, but the Chinese leader had not forgotten the supreme commander of the escort team, and still followed Yu Shan's side.

"Daming Fujian? What is it? I haven't been, I've always lived in West Point in the south, you know, West Point. Yu Shan took out a cigarette and lit it, and replied coldly, without giving the other party any chance and face.

"Uh......" saw that his nose was gray, and the Chinese team leader could only laugh.

After about an hour of convoy travel, the Pojiang Highway once again plunged into a pitch-black forest. The snow has finally lightened, but the visibility of the road through the forest has also dropped to the point where Cheng Dù can only see more than ten meters ahead. After another jumble of fiddling, dozens of torches tied to kerosene silk cloth were raised, illuminating the dancing snowflakes all around.

"Speed up!" On both sides of the road were dense primeval jungles, and Yu Shan had already smoked his fifth cigarette in his gradual numbness, and estimated that there were still 10 kilometers to go, so he began to shout at the convoy.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Whoosh!"

It seemed that in order to cooperate with Yu Shan's order, on a snowy night, several muffled gunshots rang out in the forest in a row, but it was not the sound of the 22A rifle that Yu Shan was very familiar with, it was more like the sound of those flintlock rifles that Huamei sold to the general, mixed with the whistling of feather arrows.

A soldier of the garrison who was on horseback on the left side of the convoy did not even make a sound, and fell from his horse, and several soldiers nearby quickly ran over. However, the head of the fallen man in the snow had turned into a cracked red and white blood gourd, and the soldiers of the garrison who saw this terrifying scene were stunned for a moment.

"Enemy attack!" After being stunned for a few seconds, Da Niu suddenly shouted at the top of his throat.

Seconds later, more flintlock bullets and feathered arrows were fired from the forest on either side of the convoy, and debris of the broken wagon's cargo flew in all directions, and the sound of feathered arrows hitting the wagons was incessant. A pack horse was shot in the neck by both lead bullets and arrows, neighing violently, and the struggle before falling to the ground nearly broke the reins.

……

More than 200 kilometers away, in the southern district of the city of Manchuria, the capital of China, at 20 o'clock in the evening.

Over the years, Chang Kun's home has become more and more opulent, not only has a large number of home decorations appeared that have followed the trend of life, but also began to enjoy the luxury of living facilities such as electric lights and water heating. Nowadays, the hall is lit with several floor-to-ceiling pillar lamps, and there are many red candles lit in the middle of the light to set off the festive atmosphere.

The big round dining table is full of all kinds of carefully cooked delicacies, a expensive roast suckling pig is placed in the center, and a jar of expensive Ming imported daughter red with bright red satin and sealing mud falls on one side, which looks full of grade. Around the round table sat Chang Kun and his family, including wives and concubines and children, all dressed in new clothes and skirts. Smile and smile.

Among the people present, in addition to Lu Shengqiang, a cheap brother-in-law who inevitably comes to Chang's house for dinner during the New Year's holidays, there are also Colonel Bai Jun, the eldest son-in-law of the Chang family and president of the Long Island Naval Academy, and Captain Shen Mo, the fiancé of Chang Kun's second daughter Chang Ziting and the acting commander of the field artillery battalion in Porter City.

Chang Kun's eldest daughter, Chang Ziyan, has been married to Bai Jun for several years, and now she is wearing her hair in a high-end skirt with many modern styles, and a two- or three-year-old girl sitting on her lap, with a smaller baby girl in her arms; The second daughter, Chang Ziting, is not yet 20 years old this year and is wearing a Western-style winter dress. Now he is an accounting college student in an Ivy League university, and he will graduate in another year, and then he will enter the state-owned import and export group for employment and officially marry Shen Mo.

Chang Kun's third daughter, Chang Ziyun, is also 18 years old this year, and she was just admitted to the medical and nursing major of Manchester City Medical College last autumn. It is said that he is in a relationship with another gorgeous Gaomen, the "Xinglin Family", and "Congressman" Jiang Qin (who was a dentist before crossing over, and appeared in the third volume).

Not only that, but in the past few years, several other children of the Chang family have also grown up and changed. The last daughter born in Huamei is 5 years old, and the two baby sons are more than 8 years old and the other is more than 6 years old.

"Yan'er. In the future, the teachings of Bai Xin and Bai Yu (two granddaughters) should not be taken lightly. Jun'er has a heavy position in the army, you have to take care of Jun'er's house......" Chang Kun looked at his son-in-law Bai Jun, who was drinking and silent, and deliberately smiled and held a wine glass to "cheer" for his eldest daughter, encouraging the other party to strive to give birth to a son for Bai Jun as soon as possible. in order to consolidate the current "gains". But judging from the current situation, the glorious tradition of the Chang family being good at giving birth to daughters has spread to the son-in-law's family.

"Yes, today I took Xin'er and Yu'er to the City God Temple, and these two little girls were said to be the fate of great fortune and nobility at a glance! Ay. In the future, I will often bring my family and let my grandmother hug me! Chang Ziyan's biological mother hurriedly said on the side. for fear that the taciturn son-in-law would "dislike" these two granddaughters.

"Father, mother, I know......" Chang Ziyan couldn't know what his parents meant, and he immediately blushed. She herself is in a hurry, but after giving birth to her second daughter, the couple has spent a lot less time together this year because of their respective work problems, and it can only depend on luck to conceive a child again. However, the attitude of the parents is obviously to worry about the "belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain", because the husband usually treats the two daughters as treasures at home.

"Haha, Bai Jun is fine!" Lu Shengqiang drank too much again, and patted the shoulder of the cheap "nephew and son-in-law".

"Mo'er, I heard that it is bitter cold in the north, if you can walk around and change your errand. It's good to be with Ting'er in the future...... Hehe, I'll just talk about it, Ting'er is afraid of the cold when she is young. At this time, Chang Lushi, who was not Ziting's biological mother, also began to pick up dishes for Shen Mo, while still saying casually, "It's best, I'll come back for Chinese New Year's Eve this year." ”

He glanced at Bai Jun, and a wry smile appeared on his silent face, yes to say no, not to say no. It was with great difficulty that he expanded the Army's field artillery unit to the size of two companies, waiting for the time when he could fight the Iroquois Indians, who had been on the verge of moving for several years, and to satisfy his dream of meritorious service. If the "crow's mouth" of this future mother-in-law is transferred away, it will really cry to death.

"Uh...... It's a little colder in the winter, but it's good in other seasons. After thinking about it for a long time, Shen Mo could only find a reason without pain.

"Daddy, auntie, Brother Shen also has a heavy responsibility......" Chang Ziting saw that the topic turned to herself and her fiancé, and hurriedly picked up her wine glass and toasted to her father, "Daddy, I wish you good health and a smile." ”

"Master, there are people from the Army Headquarters looking for Shen Gongzi outside the door. said that there was something ...... the north" At this time, a wife and concubine who had left before returned to the living room and interrupted the toast initiated by Chang Ziting.

A minute later, a herald from the Army Command gave Shen Mo an order to end his vacation and return to Potter City immediately. For just an hour earlier, the town of Eguchi had been besieged by an unknown number of Iroquois Indians, and a caravan escorted by the National Guard to Eguchi had also been attacked halfway through the road, with heavy losses. Hearing the news, Shen Mo almost jumped up, and Chang Ziting's face turned a little pale.

"...... here" At this time, the people in the room looked at each other, and Chang Kun was even more motionless with the wine glass in his hand.

"Brother Bai, Uncle Chang, the military situation is urgent, I'll go back first!" Shen Mo took the military hat handed by Chang Ziting. He gave a military salute to the two of them, and strode out.

"I'll go, that caravan seems to be ours, brother-in-law!" Lu Shengqiang seemed to remember something, and the chopsticks in his hand fell to the ground.

……

On the forest avenue, more than 30 carriages have formed a crowded defensive position, the beaten pack horses fell to the ground, and the few surviving ones were firmly tied to the inner circle of the defense by the soldiers of the garrison. On the periphery, about two hundred Indian warriors dressed in thick fur robes were launching a new assault from several directions.

Yu Shan, who has almost never "been the master" on the battlefield. This time he had to be in charge of this sudden defensive battle as the supreme commander. He sent several horseback soldiers to Porter and Eguchi for help, while he himself had all the caravan wagons in a circle, and then relied on the "fortifications" full of goods to resist the long-range attacks of the Iroquois Indian warriors.

The enemy was still hiding in the jungle on both sides, and it seemed that they did not dare to engage these gorgeous men hiding behind the defensive circle of the carriage, but only took advantage of the cover of the night and the woods. Constantly changing directions, then using flintlock rifles and bows to concentrate fire and attack, and then immediately shift.

"Big bull! Get closer, don't waste bullets! ”

It was not known how many Iroquois Indians had been killed in this confrontation, but Yu Shan was angry when he saw the nervous reloading and firing of the short fellow countryman not far away. What annoyed him even more was that almost all the soldiers of the garrison were about the same level as the big bull, in less than an hour. More than half of the ammunition each person was carrying.

Although the Indians besieging the convoy used "terrible" front-loading black powder guns, with an effective range of only 100 meters, and the number was probably only more than 50, he couldn't figure out why those savages also had gorgeous flintlock rifles. Logically. This kind of commodity is impossible to trade with the Indians except for the Europeans and the Ming Dynasty.

Another volley of flintlock muskets came from a new direction, and a caravan Indian coachman who was trembling by the side of the carriage with a probe probing his brain fell, and a large piece of flesh and skin on his neck was blown away. He was lying on the ground with hot blood and convulsed.

"Why am I so unlucky? With these rookies, you have to lose your life! If only Sergeant Major Makarov were there. He should ......" Yu Shan got up instantly, and by the light of the torch, he fired a bullet into the woods, and regardless of whether it hit or not, he quickly retracted his head, still muttering.

Several Indian hired workers were whimpering and weeping with arrow wounds, and the bodies of several dead young garrison soldiers or caravan coachmen were not far from his feet, but Yu Shan was no longer in the mood to be disgusted.

"Yu Shan, I'...... I'm out of bullets......" Braving the feathered arrows flying on his head, Da Niu carried a rifle and shrank to Yu Shan's side in horror.

"You idiot, you can run out of bullets in a squadron but you can't kill an enemy!" Yu Shan took out the last bullet and threw it on Da Niu, then stood up with blood-red eyes, and raised his hand, "Listen to my orders, save bullets, and shoot at close range!" ”

Another piece of flintlock rifle lead bullet shot from dozens of meters away, one of which hit the carriage cargo box in front of Yu Shan, and the juice of the broken canned fruit splashed Yu Shan's face. The National Guard's return fire immediately appeared, and more than thirty 22A rifles fired a volley in a certain direction, and several terrible screams suddenly erupted from the woods.

"Get on the bayonet! Get ready for melee! "Yu Shan has now regretted his death, why didn't he let his subordinates bring a few grenades with each of them when he went out? Nowadays, rifles alone can hardly stop the opponent's final charge.

One by one, the soldiers of the National Guard began to tremble and draw their bayonets, but no matter how hard they tried, in the cold and bloody snowy night, there were very few people who could get their bayonets right at once.

Soon, with the last few waves of return fire, the ammunition of Yu Shan's troops was depleted. In less than a minute, the expected Iroquois charge appeared, and dozens of Iroquois Senica warriors with sharp spears jumped onto the carriages on the periphery and condescendingly rushed into the defensive circle.

A carriage loaded with kerosene was smashed through the container and then lit by torches, and suddenly the surroundings were bright. Yu Shan finally confirmed his guess: these Iroquois Indian weapons were definitely sold by the "French in the north", because the iron spears and flintlock rifles without bayonet mounts were sold exclusively to the French.

"Damn, I'm going to die here today! He Ximei hasn't given birth to a son yet! ”

Yu Shan kicked away a caravan clerk who was shouting and blocking the matter, and the rifle bayonet in his hand stabbed the enemy's body before the opponent, and the general's coat with a stream of blood dyed a large area red.

The big bull was already dead, and he had been stabbed in the chest and abdomen by several iron spears, and he had an expression of disbelief on his face when he was dying. Today happens to be the first anniversary of his visit to North America.

Under the firelight, Yu Shan seemed to recall a certain critical moment in the Northern Campaign many years ago, the same Iroquois Indian warriors, who also broke through their own defenses in a damp and cold weather, and had the same hand-to-hand combat with themselves, and had a fellow countryman with the same weak hands and feet by his side...... And now, he is alone.

"Damn, why are you always luckier than me......" Yu Shan felt a pain in his leg, and a feather arrow hit his calf. Yu Shan knelt down on the spot, blood dripping a pattern in the dirty snow, and at that moment he seemed to see Cuiya's miserable smile.

In the south behind him, there was a rush of gunfire and horses' hooves, judging by the frequency, it should have been the organ machine guns on the mobile field vehicles of the northern garrison, and even a large number of cavalry troops......

(To be continued)