Of course, Yang Tai would not really be killed, in the hazy eyes of tears, the instinct of fighting made him automatically reach out and push, and then, well, he felt that he had pushed something soft, very elastic, and felt good......

Although Yang Tai subconsciously retracted his strength when he felt something different, his push still pushed Sophia into a fight. Yang Tai got up and was about to help Sophia up, when he saw Sophia reach out and touch a small stool, and with a wave of his hand, he smashed the small stool towards him. Yang Tai reached out and gently caught the stool. I saw that Sophia had already gotten up from the ground, and rushed towards him with a large wooden stick in her hand that she had picked up from nowhere......

However, the two didn't really fight again, and Pike and Robson stopped them in time.

"Don't make a fuss! Give me back to my place! The roar was accompanied by a burst of gunfire.

Sophia glared at Yang Tai fiercely, threw away the stick in her hand, climbed back into the car, took the rifle handed by the loader, and stretched the muzzle out of the baffle. And Yang Tai also jumped into the car, picked up his gun, and began to aim.

"Miss, after every shot, you must immediately crouch down, so as not to become the target of the enemy's concentrated fire. You must keep this in mind. Looking at Sophia's nonchalant expression, Mason added, "You must remember!" If you don't want to be thrown out of the car again. ”

"Who wants that rascal to be nosy!" After listening to Mason's advice, Sophia naturally understood that Yang Tai didn't really want to take advantage of her when she pounced on her, but she still felt very unhappy, so she glared at Yang Tai fiercely. It's just that at this time, Yang Tai's eyes have turned to the Indian cavalry, and he didn't notice these at all.

At this time, the way the Indians attacked also underwent some changes. The Indians found that because of the natural disadvantage of the carbine pistols in range, the difficulty of aiming due to the jolting of the horses when shooting at the horses, and the fact that the whites were hiding behind the baffles and the targets were small, the odds of them hitting the whites were very low. If they wanted to improve their accuracy, they would have to slow down their horses, and doing so would also make the whites much more likely to hit when shooting them. In short, in such a situation, it is very disadvantageous to rely on the exchange of white shots in the carnel and the chariot. So the chief of the "bull" who was in charge of commanding the battle decided to make a tactical change.

The first change in tactics of the Indians was that in their horse corps, the position of the cargunners was retreated. Now it is more of a rider with a throwing gun who is constantly taking the time to approach the formation. Holding their spears with their tips wrapped in grease-soaked strips of burning cloth, they approached the carts at a higher speed, and then hurled their spears at the emigrants' carts.

The main purpose of these throwing guns was not to kill people, but to create fire and chaos. Therefore, the person who throws the gun does not need to think about the accuracy at all, as long as he can throw the gun into the range of the car formation. So these riders can let the horses run at maximum speed. And this also makes the immigrants have a much lower hit rate of their shots.

The armed marksmen followed them, and when the settlers behind the barrier had fired a round of bullets, they pounced on them, narrowing the distance as much as possible before they were ready to shoot the second round, and then engaged the defenders who were about to shoot the second round at close range. In such a confrontation, the Indians will definitely suffer a lot of casualties, but the immigrants will also pay a considerable price, considering the numerical superiority of the Indians, the "bull" believes that in this exchange of a few rounds, the white defense line will completely collapse.

This change in the tactics of the Indians did have a certain effect. The burning guns thrown by the Indians kept falling on the camp. Except for the men and women who went out to shoot in the car, and the women who were nervously helping to load ammunition, there were not many people left in the camp. The children were hiding under the tables, not afraid of being killed by the sudden rain of guns, but the flames of the guns succeeded in igniting something.

In order to extinguish the fire, Robson had to send some of the women who were in charge of loading the bullets to do the work of putting out the fire. And this has other consequences. First of all, the firepower of the convoy decreased, which made the Indians dare to rush closer and open fire or throw guns with fire, which in turn caused casualties among the emigrants to increase, four young men were hit, one of them died on the spot, two and three were basically incapacitated, and even more people were needed to take care of them. There was also a woman who was trying to put out the fire when she was wounded in the arm by a throwing gun that fell from the air, but fortunately it was not fatal. What's worse is that the women's fire extinguishing skills are not very good, and they often can't extinguish a small fire for half a day. If it weren't for the recent rain, many things would have been wet, and I am afraid that the fire would have been difficult to control.

"These women!" Robson was in a hurry, and turned his head sharply, but saw that Yang Tai had just fired a shot, but nothing was hit, and Sophia next to him knocked down an Indian with one shot, so he shouted at Yang Tai:

"Yankee, give your gun to that young lady, and you go put out the fire!"

This order smelled of a little humiliation, Yang Tai knew that his marksmanship was terrible, but he let himself give up the MacDonald 1857 in his hand to a woman, and he went to do the firefighting work that the woman was doing, which was really ...... But...... Yang Tai honestly handed over the gun to Sophia, and quickly demonstrated to her how to return the cartridge case to load the bullet, and Sophia actually learned it as soon as she learned it. In the end, Yang Tai also confessed a sentence that Sophia did not understand: "It is forbidden to shoot at targets with a distance of more than 400 meters." ”

"Got it, stinky rascal, get to work!" Sophia said, her tone seemed to be much more tactful than just now.

Yang Tai had worked in the Taiping Army, and he had also done some things like putting out fires, so after he joined, compared to those women who had to work hard to pull out the burning throwing gun, the efficiency was not a little higher. In addition, for this situation before, Heishui was not unprepared at all, flammable products were protected, and out of places that were not easy to hit, bags filled with dirt were also prepared, so after Yang Tai joined the fire extinguishing operation, the fire was gradually charged.

At this time, the battle has reached a critical moment, and on the side of the immigrants, because of the increasing number of wounded, more and more women have also been sent to shoot, which has reduced the shooting efficiency of the immigrants a lot, because not all women are as good at shooting as Sophia and have a good psychological element. And the losses on the side of the Indians were relatively even greater - the cavalry and the guys relying on the chariot formation fired at each other with rifles, and they all suffered losses in any case.

But now, because of the reduced firepower of the defenders, the Indians had a chance to move on to the next step - some riders rushed over under the cover of others with hooks with long ropes, and their task was to throw these hooks over, hang them on the wagon, and then work together to pull down the wagon and destroy the cart, as long as the integrity of the cart formation is destroyed, the collapse of the settler side is inevitable.

At first, Robson didn't notice the guys mixed in with the Indian cavalry, and he didn't react until more than a dozen hooks were thrown over and hung on the baffle.

"Shoot me!" Robson shouted, drawing his saber and risking being shot by the Indians, leaning out and swinging his knife at the rope behind these hooks. However, the Indians were probably prepared for this, so behind his hook was a long chain that was not easy to cut directly, and in order to cut the rope behind the chain, the man in the carriage had to lean out a little, which made the person vulnerable to attack.

Robson shook his sabre and shook the reef, and the Indians began to shoot at him. The first few shots didn't hit him (it's not easy to hit the target with a carbine on a galloping horse), and Robson didn't bother to dodge, swinging his knife and slashing at the other ropes.

At this time, several more Indian cavalry rushed at a rapid pace, and they did not raise their guns to fire, but drove their horses towards Robson at high speed, apparently intending to rush all the way to Robson, and then shoot them in the chest with their pistols. At the same time, several other ropes, which had not yet been cut, began to be straightened, and it was clear that the Indians were going to rely on them to pull over the wagon.

"Bang!" With a shot from Mason, one of the Indian horsemen fell from his horse.

"Bang!" Sophia, a shot hit a war horse, and an Indian fell to the ground with his horse.

"Bang! Cha! Robson cut two more ropes.

"Bang! Bang! Several Indian cavalry who were in close proximity opened fire on Robson.

This time the Indians rushed close, and one of their bullets hit Robson in the shoulder. Robson felt the heat of the list, and the strength in his arm disappeared almost immediately, and the waving saber flew out of his hand.

Robson sat down in the carriage and shouted at Mason, "Quick! Cut the rope! ”

At this time, the few remaining hooks began to exert force, and the carriage creaked, as if it would fall down in the next moment.

Mason dropped his rifle and drew his sword, and was about to learn Robson to cut the rope, when a man jumped into the car, brandished the logging axe in his hand, and slashed it into the chain behind the hook. In the splash of sparks, the chain immediately broke in two, and the hook fell on the carriage with a "bell", and the other chain connected to the rope flew out with a whistling.

The man with the axe didn't speak, just brandished the axe in a fit of rage, and with a popping sound, the remaining hooks were cut off almost instantly.

"Well done! Yankees! You saved us! Robson, who was sitting on the floor, said loudly, giving him a thumbs up with his uninjured hand. Then he shouted at the other cars, "Get your axes ready!" Cut the chain directly! ”

Then he struggled to his feet and watched the situation on the battlefield. He noticed that perhaps because of the most critical moment in the battle, the Indian chieftain with a large exaggerated headdress began to gradually approach the battlefield, and now he was only about 600 meters away from them.

In general, 600 meters was a fairly safe distance in those days, but now......

"Mason, do you see that chief? Do you have the confidence to hit him? Robson pointed to the chief and shouted to Mason.

"I'll try." Mason said, while looking in that direction.

……

"Chief, you are too close to the enemy, in case ......"

"Kid, that's far enough, and I bet no one can hit even a single bison at this distance." "Bull," the chief replied disapprehantly.