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"We've been here for a long time, and it's two Indians." Robson put down the binoculars in his hand and said to Pike. Pike was the most prestigious of these immigrants, he was in his forties and an immigrant from England. According to his own account, he once served as a soldier in the British 6th Army. Although Americans generally do not have a good impression of the British, especially the British - especially after they set fire to the presidential palace and the Parliament Hill, on the other hand, the Americans also admit that the British ** team is still very good. And judging from Pike's cousin, he should not brag when he said that he had been a soldier.

Just now, two guys on horseback who were following the convoy with bad intentions were revealed by the immigrants - in fact, these two guys did not hide their intentions at all, they seemed to be deliberately trying to let the immigrants see themselves. There was inevitably some disturbance among the immigrants after they were followed, but Mr. Pike stepped forward and quickly calmed them down, and then he approached Robson and informed him of the stalking, and asked him what he could do.

"What do you need us to do?" Mr. Parker asked.

"We have sent out a pathfinder to serve, and we don't need you to do anything for the time being, keep the current level. They may be trying to put pressure on us to keep us from fighting. Or maybe it's just spying on us and seeing where we're going. Oh, and if the car breaks down, let the woman and the child do more when it comes to unloading the car or something. It's best for men to leave a little bit more in case of accidents. Robson replied.

The convoy continued unhurriedly along the road, and the two Indians who followed it got closer and closer, and now they could see the feathered headdresses on their heads without binoculars. The women in the convoy were already a little nervous, and the men were already with their guns.

"Captain, do you want me to kill one with one shot?" Mason saw that the two Indians were within effective range of the MacDonald's 1857 rifle, and said to Robson.

"Nope." Robson shook his head and said, "No one is allowed to shoot without my orders...... Oh, by the way, go find Mr. Pike and ask him to emphasize the immigrants as well. "Obviously, the convoy was limited, and even if the two Indians were killed, it would not be possible to reach the settlement before the arrival of the Indians' brigade. And if a person escapes, the secret of the long effective range of the rifle in his hand will be exposed. This obviously outweighs the cost, and Robson also intends to use the long effective range of the MacDonald 1857 rifle to overshadow the opponent's commander in a possible future attack. Many of the immigrants also had MacDonald 1857 rifles in their hands, and it was hard to guarantee that they would not do the stupid thing of shooting indiscriminately to expose the range, so Robson quickly asked Mason to inform Pike and let him control the immigrants.

It was already noon, and the convoy stopped on a small high ground to prepare for lunch. As they did yesterday when they camped, the migrants formed a circle around the caravan and prepared for defense before preparing for lunch.

"Mr. Pike, let's go so far today." Robson said to Pike, "If I were the leader of the Indians, I would certainly intercept us a little before we reached our original camp today, as we had advanced yesterday." Because this is when we are most tired. If we suddenly don't go. Well, let's see how the two guys reacted: if one of them felt that we were ahead, it must have been to inform his large force, and that was indeed an Indian intercepting us; If none of them rush forward, then they are probably just monitoring if we are a threat to their tribe. Then the road below us will be safer.

If the Indians really intend to intercept us in front. If we suddenly don't go now, they will be faced with two choices. Either they come here from the original interception point to attack us, and then the situation changes from their leisure against us to our leisure against them, or they just wait one more day in front. But this waiting will only lead to a drop in morale. So, I think it would be nice for us to camp here today. And as long as we don't get out of the danger zone, I don't think we should walk too long every day, so as not to get too tired and give the Indians or gangs a chance. ”

"But if we go so slowly, they'll have time to gather more people." Parker was still a little uneasy.

"Mr. Pike," Robson said after a moment's thought, "it's not the same as the battlefield. Whether it is the Indians or the bandits, their purpose is not to kill us, but to rob. I feel like this situation is more like doing business. Well, our boss once said that he said, 'There are people who do the business that kills the head, and no one does the business that kills the head, and no one does the business that loses money'. Those guys want to rob us, and the first thing they have to think about is what they pay and what they get. It is necessary to consider whether it is cost-effective to do this, and whether it will lose money. If we can make them feel that the cost of robbing us is too high and disproportionate to the benefits, then they will naturally not concentrate more men against us. If we had organized our defenses well along the way, the price-to-earnings ratio would have been very low and they would have been reluctant to rob us. ”

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The wolf howled from afar as he watched the convoy of immigrants, who he did not like the whites who, according to the elders of the tribe, had driven them out of the more fertile lands of the East all the way here. Even now, the whites continue to occupy the land that originally belonged to them, and the wolf howls that when he was a child, the large grassland east of the river was still theirs, but now, it is the territory of the whites. The Indians who originally lived there were either driven to the more barren so-called "reservations" or had their heads cut off and scalped off to make long leather boots.

"Hey, why did these guys stop." "Look, they're starting to dig traps, stumbling ropes, and hanging bells outside the carriage rings, and it looks like they're going to camp here." Hell, they've only been gone for half a day. ”

"Look again, if they do stop, I'll keep an eye on them here, and you go tell the rest of the tribe." The wolf howled for a moment and replied.

"Hmm." Heavy Snow nodded.

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Robson and the immigrants dug a whole bunch of traps around the camp. The so-called "traps" are actually very shallow, only half a foot deep, and these traps are not used to trap anything, they are used against charging horses. In the middle of running, the horse's hooves suddenly fall into such a small trap, and the horse will definitely fall because of it, and of course the guy on the horse will also fall down. They also pulled a lot of triphorses nearby.

Mason, on the other hand, took a few of the guards, mounted his horse, and was tasked with driving the Indian who had remained nearby to keep an eye on them, lest he should see clearly all the traps and tripwires that were installed in those areas—it would suffice for them to know that there were these near the camp, not too clearly.

Seeing several white men approaching on horseback, Wolf Howl could only turn his horse's head and run, although Wolf Howl was proud of his combat skills, he did not think that he could single out so many white cavalry. Fortunately, the whites did not chase him too seriously, but drove him away from the camp and retreated.

Wolf Howl didn't know why these whites didn't just chase him and kill him, he knew that if these whites wanted to chase him, they would definitely be able to catch up, because there was one man with a horse under his crotch that was obviously better than his own. However, Yang Tai has his own unique ideas about why not catch up and kill him. In his opinion, the Blackwater Company is also a dart game, since ancient times, no matter how high the kung fu of the dart, who will really kill all the heroes in the green forest along the way? Isn't that your own way of making money?

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Now that the camp was defended, the children were placed in the very center of the camp, while the ten guards each crouched behind the caravan with a gang of men with guns. The caravans on the westbound road were purpose-built, and the planks on the sides of them were thick enough to block the fire of ordinary firearms at close range.

Immigrants have guns in their hands, and some have more than one gun number. It's just that the models of these guns are messy. Front-loading smoothbore guns, front-loading rifled guns, rear-loading shotguns, revolvers, front-loading single, two-handed guns, you name it. Among them were also about two dozen MacDonald Model 1857 rifles. With the exception of those who used MacDonald 1857, Robson arranged for women to help them load their guns except for those who used MacDonald 1857, especially those who used front-loading rifled guns (the guys who usually used these low-firing guns were armed with about two of these guns). The women were generally lacking in such training, but once Blackwater took over the security of the migrant team, the guards urged the women to practice loading the men whenever they were available. So although they are far from those specialized loaders on the battlefield, they can barely be regarded as able to reload.

When all the qiē was ready, another hour or so passed, and it had been four hours since they had stopped to camp, and it was almost dusk, and if the large army of the Indians had not appeared, it should have been safe to spend the day. However, at this moment, the lookout post on the roof of the caravan assumed to be alarmed: the enemy horse team is now!