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Monday, February 27, 1623, cloudy.

The Song River is still running high, and Albany has landed at the base camp, the campfire has been extinguished, and all unnecessary things have been cleared.

Rows of soldiers crouched behind sandbags, nervously holding rifles, each with a couple of grenades and a handful of bullets next to them. A total of six organ machine guns in three directions were ready, and a number of assisting Indian servants were still hurrying to reload the empty magazines.

Looking in three directions from a distance, about a kilometer away, there were clusters of wriggling figures. The air seemed to freeze, and only the sound of muffled breathing remained in the fortifications.

In the Army, where cigarettes became fashionable, there were very few soldiers who did not smoke, and even Chinese soldiers who had only been in the army for a few months were quickly infected. Now on the battlefield, all trembling hands are holding cigarettes and smoking hard in their mouths.

The officers all went up to the watchtowers around the position, and they all held binoculars to observe. In the defensive position, Sergeant Scott, who was the commander-in-chief of the forward battles, was walking alone behind the soldiers.

"We are a ruthless collective to the enemy. But for ourselves, we are soldiers of the same country, as the commander said, we are companions, brothers who live and die together in battle. ”

Scott walked slowly, reading aloud. One by one, the soldiers turned their heads and quietly looked at the non-commissioned officers who walked by.

"When we are in pain, God gives us hope in life and guides us to this country. And at this moment. The whole of Europe, the land of hunger, pestilence, and war, can you feel God's preference for our country? ”

When he walked up to a few Catholic soldiers in his platoon, Scott deliberately slowed down.

"Whether we admit it or not, our current life, compared to any other place in the world, is God's favoritism!"

When passing behind Qiao Xi and Yu Shan and other Chinese soldiers. Scott's tone was much lighter.

"The Governors have said that a truly pious and good people of God are also the most fearless warriors. As a nation favored by all the highest gods in the world. God's will is also integrated into the land! We have irrefutable divine authority and mission in this God-given land! It is to build a civilized nation that all God can be pleased with and proud of us! ”

"The nation also upholds the will of God to protect this new world and give everyone a happy life. I am honored to be God's earthly guardian. Of course, it also includes all the noblest gods in this world as the governors say. All of them, we must show the true and fearless qualities of a soldier! ”

Scott stopped and pointed to the tall man in the crowd, who quickly stood up and saluted.

"Corporal Makarov, are you ready?"

"Yes, Sergeant! I can't wait, let those bitche-bitched barbarians hurry up! Haha, everybody! ”

Makarov's terrible smile and loud voice are here again. The surrounding soldiers responded with an awkward laugh.

"Solidarity of faith, courage and defence of the country is one of the virtues of the highest civilization in this land. We have no intention of fighting against a barbaric civilization forever, but since it is war. We must resolutely fulfill our duty to eliminate all threats! Let the light of civilization finally shine on the entire land of America! ”

The European soldiers gradually showed excited expressions, while the bewildered Indian and Chinese soldiers were silent.

"God bless us, God bless China and America!"

Scott's footsteps finally stopped at the army flag in the corner of the position, looked around at the faces of the soldiers around him, and stretched out his hand. The army flag was raised.

Nearly all of the European soldiers cheered wildly, while the Chinese and Native American soldiers raised their rifles or arms as far as they were left behind.

"Qiao Yan, will the Mazu in your mind bless everyone?"

Makarov's loud voice rang out again at this time, and everyone's eyes instantly focused on the Chinese soldier in a corner.

"Hmmm! We will win! Qiao blushed and nodded vigorously.

The laughter finally came from among the soldiers, and Makarov patted Qiao Yan's shoulder with his big hand, laughing most exaggeratedly.

On a certain watchtower, the acting commander You Nanzhe looked at Sergeant Scott, who was inspiring morale among the soldiers, and couldn't help but nod slightly.

"He spoke of the true purpose of our war as noble." Liu Chenxu threw down the cigarette butt in his hand and stepped on it fiercely, "Whether you are dead or alive today, it depends on whether you can beat them up!" ”

After speaking, Liu Chenxu walked down the stairs of the watchtower, pulled out his pistol, and walked towards the north defense line.

At this time, on the distant horizon, the fourth day of the Iroquois Indian Alliance's offensive finally began.

Under the hazy sky, the lines of fire were galloping, and the smoke of shells exploding bloomed on the ground. More than 2,000 Iroquois Indian Union warriors advanced with astonishing courage, only to be knocked over by bullets or blown apart by shells along the way.

The six organ machine guns were forbidden to fire this time, and were only intercepted by rifle fire. Under the tactical arrangement of alternating fire, there is almost no gap in firepower. The Iroquois fighters, who continued to use yesterday's offensive tactics, were either pinned to the ground and unable to move, or were killed by their rifles like moving targets.

The Iroquois warriors seemed to be able to withstand such initial casualties, and although yesterday's assault was ultimately a failure, it was clear that the last breath of the formidable alien enemy remained, and the total number of men was less than two hundred. And on his side, there are still 3,000 warriors!

It was already approaching the 200-meter charging distance, the rifle fire on the opposite side was getting thinner and thinner, and the terrible shell explosions had stopped. The Mohoks guessed that the other party's expensive gunpowder was running out, and as long as they rushed into the other party's camp in one go this time, killed everyone, and then they could grab a large number of muskets, and they could completely drive out those hateful Chinese.

Under the arrangement of Sergeant Scott, the closer the Iroquois warriors got to the line, the more sparse the rifle interception fire became, and the soldiers who had stopped firing nervously held their rifles, waiting for the last moment.

The overwhelming shouts spread like a tidal wave, and thousands of Iroquois warriors leapt to their feet and launched a final charge towards their opponent's defenses.

"Steady!"

In three directions, the non-commissioned officers straightened up and raised their hands on the fortifications. The soldiers' hands were sweating with their guns, staring at the figure that was getting closer and closer in front of them, their fingers on the trigger trembling.

Six organ machine guns turned slightly, looking for their best place to fire, and next to each organ stood at least three soldiers with new magazines.

A furious metal storm finally appeared as the Iroquois warriors approached fifty meters of the charging crowd. There was a roar from the entire base camp defenses, and all rifles and organ machine guns opened fire at the same time.

Countless fiery bullets burst out of the chamber, piercing and shattering the crowd that was close at hand. Countless human bodies changed direction under the impact of the bullet storm, and flesh and blood fragments flew in all directions like crushed petals.

The corpses were stacked thirty or forty meters away from the position, forming a huge semicircle that was suffocating, and people were constantly trying to step through this semicircle, but all of them became part of it.

All of the U.S. Army soldiers mechanically pulled the trigger, then pulled the bolt to reload, and then continued to shoot...... Yu Shandu had forgotten how many bullets he had fired, and when the last fleeing figure of the Iroquois warrior in his sight was hit by a bullet more than two hundred meters away and fell to the ground, he found that the more than thirty rounds of bullets he had placed on the sandbag had been exhausted.

Combined with the losses before the charge, more than 500 Iroquois soldiers were killed in the attack, and only a few dozen wounded were wailing and struggling in the pile of corpses. A pure massacre finally brought an end to the Iroquois Indian Alliance's dreams, and the collapse was unstoppable.

This time, there were no casualties in the Chinese Army, and one by one the soldiers squatted behind sandbags, holding hot rifles, and quietly swept the mountains of corpses and blood in front of them with their eyes. This time, no one vomited, and no one was shaking, so they just stared blankly, as if they didn't believe it.

Throwing away the rifle, Qiao Yan leaned on the sandbag, lit a cigarette again, took a puff, and stuffed it into Yu Shanzui, who was still in a shooting posture beside him.

"They can't stand it, we seem to have won, Yu Shan, we can go home." Qiao Yan exhaled a puff of cigarette and looked at the hazy sky, and a smile actually appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Really?" Yu Shan turned his head and looked at his companion with a relaxed face, a little disbelieving.

Suddenly, cheers rang from all around, and the gorgeous soldiers jumped up as if they were venting, laughing maniacally, and a steel helmet was thrown into the sky, and countless arms were waving.......

On March 1, an unkempt and languishing contingent returned from the north to land at the base camp. The two companies of the main force led by He Yu went north and finally gave up the battle plan in the torture of the forest, rain and mire, consumed most of the food and materials and went back.

Several battlefield clean-ups were limited to a limited area inside and outside the camp, and the bodies of Iroquois warriors killed in a matter of days lay out on the open ground. The cold of early spring still could not hide the smell of rotting flesh and blood on the battlefield, and in the muddy ground that surrounded the entire landing base camp within a range of several hundred meters, hundreds of corpses and stumps were arranged into various strange patterns, which made the soldiers of the main northern force tremble all the way.

Surrounded by the officers, He Yu strolled among the corpses, silently looking at this qiē, and then looked at the direction of the camp, and finally exhaled a long breath.

On this day, the long-lost river transport fleet also arrived at the Albany landing base camp, and in addition to continuing to send a company of reinforcements, a large amount of food, medicine, ammunition, and clothing were once again piled up in the storage area of the base camp.

However, this time the transport and reinforcements were obviously redundant, because the Iroquois Indian Union had given up the battle and there was no movement for two consecutive days. After verification by the scouts sent by You Nanzhe, the enemy from the other side of the southern river has long since disappeared without a trace. (To be continued)

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