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Wednesday, February 15, 1623, overcast.

The snow-covered primeval jungle was silent except for the sound of the rubbing of branches and leaves brought by the howling cold wind.

At the edge of the woods, a strong moose is using its keen sense of smell to carefully arch through the snow and turn over the dead grass that is hidden under the snow, intending to bite into its mouth.

Suddenly, as if smelling something dangerous, the moose's muscles tightened, raised his head, looked around a few times, and then quickly ran away to the side.

After a slight noise, a military boot stomped heavily on the pile of Asiatica that the moose had just opened, and a figure crouched down.

Helmets, rifles, backpacks, and a few military uniforms camouflaged with sparse foliage.

The young soldiers, fully armed, looked warily at the creek nearly a kilometre to the west, and at some Indian village looming by the creek, with smoke rising from the river, a strange smile on the soldier's face.

The sound of the sound gradually sounded from behind the soldiers, and then the dots were connected, and at the edge of the vast woods, one by one the officers and soldiers of the Army of the Republic of America of China with loaded guns and ammunition walked out of the woods, lined up in a seemingly loose battle line, and quietly surrounded the target village to the west.

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The shells easily destroyed several longhouses on the outskirts of the Mohok village, igniting a fire and shaking the choking smoke over the village in the cold wind.

Hundreds of fur-clad Mohok warriors shouted and ran around the village like headless flies, while more old and weak women and children huddled in their houses with their loved ones in their arms, their faces pale.

The gunfire is sparse. But the sound of life was urgent, and the clearing of the village was littered with Mohoks who had been shot and killed in a blur of flesh, and the few who had not yet died let out a hoarse and weak cry.

The Mohok youths, who tried to break out of the village several times in a row to find an opponent to fight, suffered a fatal blow from a few hundred meters away, and the line of sight in the distance slowly approached the strange enemy, almost in a formation that was so thin that it could no longer be thinner, but with desperate weapons to kill the Mohok warriors who rushed out one by one.

"Haha. Look, they're as fast as rabbits in the snow! ”

Makarov's squad was lying less than a hundred meters from the eastern exit of the village, and a few small trees that had been crushed by the snow became their makeshift shelter.

The nearby village of Mohok is already on fire. After knocking down a Mohok man with a bow and arrows who was trying to shoot an arrow at another army comrade in the distance, Makarov actually took out the kettle at his waist and poured a refreshing sip of liquor into his mouth. With a rough smile on his face: "Maybe at the beginning, we didn't need shelling at all, just a charge, we could catch them all!" ”

"Corporal, since they're just rabbits, why are we charging, there are only nine of us in our class!" Yu Shan leaned against a section of trees with his rifle, shivered and took off his deerskin gloves, and rubbed his hands a little numb, "It's so cold here." Why do we have to run so far to fight them? ”

Just now, Qiao Xi beside him, after firing six times in a row, finally exploded the head of a Mohok warrior with a crooked shot. The head that exploded like a watermelon made Yu Shan, who had been watching more than shooting himself, wilt in an instant.

And Qiao Yan, who won the results. He looked at the headless corpse at the entrance of the village without saying a word, his face was pale, and his throat swallowed hard, as if he wanted to stop his vomiting.

"You idiot, all military greatness lies in making your opponent unthinkable. If you complain again. I'll make you stand all night tonight! Makarov glared at the complaining ghosts in his class, and turned his gaze to Qiao Yan, who was still in a daze, "Good job, Qiao Yan, you did a good job, and now you have become a real man!" ”

"......" Qiao Yan slowly turned his head and looked at the corporal with a hideous smile on his face, his mouth opened several times, but he didn't make a sound.

The battle lasted less than half an hour, and when the army soldiers with bayonets and rifles and the Mohicans rushed into the village, Sergeant Scott no longer dared to shout Mohoks with bows and spears, and thousands of native Indians were huddled in the snow or tents.

His platoon was one of the first to enter the enemy's village, where the floor was littered with fragments of houses or tents destroyed by shelling, and even one or two pieces of corpse or two that had been torn apart by shells.

The Mohicans shouted all sorts of jumble and cheerful voices, set fires with torches, or broke into large houses, looting all kinds of food and furs, and some brutally nailed the badly wounded Mohoks to death in the snow with iron spears, and then cut off their scalps and draped them over their shoulders.

The fire had spread to almost every Indian house or tent in sight, and the Mohok village, which was surrounded on three sides by a river, had fallen. The troops under Deng Jian's command suffered no casualties, and the only ammunition expended was a dozen 60-mm mortar shells and a few hundred rounds of ammunition.

Bands of unkempt Mohoks were tied in long strings by the Mohicans, dressed in tattered fur robes, and slowly walked towards the east with the old and the young, like a large string of grasshoppers on a rope.

The prisoners of war were lined up in the snow in long snakes, flanked by Mohicans who were watching the escort with spears or bows and arrows in their hands, scavenging the leftover supplies from their rivals' villages and carrying large bags behind them, all with smug faces. The Chinese and American troops stood by the supply pack horse convoy, and there were several large bonfires for lunch rest.

"Lieutenant, a soldier just noticed that a small number of Mohoks had jumped over the river and ran. Is it necessary to send troops in pursuit? ”

Sergeant Scott came over with a few soldiers and reported the latest situation to Lieutenant Deng Jian, the acting commander of the second company.

"No, it doesn't matter, there are no other villages within a radius of dozens of kilometers that they can take refuge into, they have no food, they are soaked, and they can't survive in the ice and snow." Deng Jian glanced contemptuously at the dense forest on the other side of the river, and sneered.

"But, sir, I remember that the old Dutchman at West Point gave me a map that showed that there was a large village on the other side of the river, about five miles to the south. I can take someone over and have a look. ”

Scott thought about it carefully, but still took a cautious step forward and said out loud his disagreement.

"But on the map you gave, there are no villages here!" Deng Jian frowned, obviously not agreeing with his subordinates' intelligence speculation, "Sergeant, I know you have thought it carefully, but we also have to believe in the intelligence that our comrades in the special combat team have worked hard to collect for more than two months, and our troops are not sufficient. Gather your troops now, you will be responsible for covering the baggage convoy behind the team, and we will need to return to the base camp of the landing site before nightfall. ”

"Yes, Lieutenant!" Scott tried to continue the persuasion, but the lieutenant in front of him had already turned his back and communicated with another second lieutenant officer. Scott had no choice but to stand up and salute and walk away.

A group of well-fed soldiers began to pack their backpacks and guns with happy expressions, their task was the simplest and most easy, and now they only needed to return to the landing base camp with their prisoners.

Meanwhile, a surprise attack has just ended in the Mohoek village on the west bank of the Song River, 15 kilometers north of Albany.

With two infantry companies and more than 200 Indian servants, He Yu had a large number of troops, quietly landed two kilometers to the south of the opponent, and then surrounded the target from the west and south.

This time, He Yu's troops did not use even a single mortar shell and settled the battle. In addition to the hundreds of Mohok fighters who were killed in an attempt to break out, more than 1,500 Mohok men, women and children became prisoners of war, and the only loss was that a Pecots accidentally fell into the river and was washed away when they landed.

However, what made He Yu feel a little strange was that most of the Mohok prisoners of war captured this time were old and weak women and children, and very few young Mohok were young and strong.

He Yu couldn't help but think of the Naragensa village near the landing site, which had survived for a year on the edge of the Mohok territory, could it be that there was a great upheaval in the Mohok power in the north?

Turning over the map that Sergeant Scott gave him, and comparing it with the map of the army special operations team, He Yu repeatedly scanned the various small dots on the map several times, and his eyes still fell on the depths of the dense forest more than ten kilometers southwest of the landing base camp.

The villages that he and Deng Jian are currently conquering have never existed on the old map, and it seems that the Mohek people's migration of settlements in the north has changed a lot over the years, and perhaps the village in the southwest of the base camp will not have zài.

After receiving the battle report from Deng Jian, He Yu's doubts were dissipated, he explained to himself, and then put his mind on the last target he was about to go to - the farthest target B, the map looks like a straight line distance of only more than 30 kilometers, but all the way through a large snow-covered forest and swamp, plus the pack horse baggage team responsible for accompanying it, I am afraid that the land trip will be at least more than four days.

They would rest here for two days and wait for the river flotilla to return all the captives to their base camp before continuing westward.

As dusk passed, the fires engulfed the riverside villages of the ancient New World, and groups of bound Mohoc Indians, old and young, cried and cried, and were crushed onto the ships by the high-spirited Pecots.

Ten river steamboats, packed like dumpling pots, headed south along the river, and the Mohok POWs on board were to be held in makeshift POW camps on the side of the landing base camp before being transported in batches to the mine labor camp in West Point. They will then be scattered again and sent to the mines of the country, where they will eat more food and do harder work than before.

At this time, Deng Jian's second company had returned to the landing base camp with more than 1,000 prisoners of war, and the triumphant second company was cheered by the remaining troops, and the battle like a hunt made Deng Jian and other officers feel a little uncomfortable. (To be continued)

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