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In the history of North American Indians' wars against European colonists, the poorly armed Indian warriors were not as vulnerable as much of the stall literature portrays.

In the face of the cruel baptism of modern firearms, the war experience of the North American Indians is also accumulating, and not every battle is lost, and in some cases, they can even play extremely beautiful tactics. Especially since the independence of the United States, the Indians, with the covert support of the old European colonial empires, have also annihilated the American ** team many times.

At 9 a.m., the first meeting of cabinet ministers after the Lunar New Year was going on as scheduled, and since the northern campaign was still going on, Defense Minister Zheng Quan could not be distracted from other matters during this time, so he was naturally absent.

The focus of the discussion at the meeting will be on the issue of the readjustment of the national education policy. Nowadays, even if Chinese is forcibly promoted as the official language, the illiteracy rate is still staggering, and the training of vocational technicians is much more urgent and less systematic.

More importantly, the development of all walks of life in China, and the restoration and continuation of knowledge and technology from later generations, require a long-term vision of education planning. Early childhood education, youth education, and adult education should be carried out simultaneously, and each has its own priorities; National basic education, primary and secondary vocational education, higher education, political education and cultural education are all indispensable, and there are priorities and priorities.

After all, the country's finances are limited, and how to use the money wisely and solve some of the most pressing educational bottlenecks has become a problem for these government ministers, who have never been responsible for more than one slap in the face.

The Minister of Health and Education, Qi Yu, almost resigned after the last Ming Dynasty immigration quarantine turmoil. If it weren't for the Speaker of the House of Representatives, Li Ping, who came to the door to save him, it is estimated that this little woman who is usually very down-to-earth would have gone to work as a teacher at an Indian school.

"According to the government's work arrangement at the end of last year, the construction of our first national compulsory education school has started a few days ago, and the first phase can be completed by July, and the official opening will be in September, which will be called 'Mancheng National Junior School'." Qi Yu held her notepad in one hand and carefully traced the progress of her work on the blackboard in the conference room. "The National Junior High School will take over some of the functions of the current comprehensive education school and will specialize in the education of young people in the country. Among them, the three-year primary school is compulsory. The school age is set at the age of 6 to 15, and after graduation, students are automatically promoted to three years of compulsory secondary education. Those who have completed the entire six-year compulsory education system. Those who excel will go on to the State School of Secondary Vocational Education. ”

"The State School for Secondary Vocational Education, which was established last year, is already in full swing and has a duration of two to three years. This year, the night classes for accelerated primary vocational education and adult literacy education will be separated and set up by individual enterprises. The policy of secondary vocational education will also be reformed this year, and the relevant education expenditures will no longer be provided by the state in full and free of charge, and after the students graduate, the employing enterprises must pay half of the education costs, and at the same time, the technical backbone of each enterprise will be hired as part-time teachers, and it is no longer the previous forced apportionment. ”

Qiyu's work plan has been appreciated by many people, and every detail has been well considered. It seems that the other party is actually reluctant to work hard for more than a year.

"What about early childhood education and higher education?" At this time, Su Zining raised his hand.

"Early childhood education, since the end of last year, has been implementing community kindergartens, at present can meet the conditions of kindergarten children are still very few, kindergarten teachers almost no pressure. But the real pressure will come in three years. Qi Yu and Minister of Women and Children, Li Lin, glanced at each other, and then quickly drew two small circles on the blackboard and filled in a set of numbers each, "According to the current statistics of immigration growth and the national newborn birth rate, by 1625, we will have to face at least 3,000 children under the age of six." By 1627, that number could increase to more than 6000! By then, annual spending on infants and young children will reach more than $300,000. ”

As soon as the conclusion came out, there was an uproar in the conference room, and several people hurriedly calculated it in their own notebooks, but no matter how conservative they calculated, their results were not far from Yu's.

"And higher education, starting from 1625, anyone with a secondary vocational education diploma can apply for it, and those who are excellent can enjoy free education. We are now lacking a large number of junior and intermediate vocational technicians, and there is no urgent need for college students. In addition, the implementation of higher education can only be carried out after the foundation of the national basic education and the vocational education at the junior and intermediate levels, as mentioned above, can be strengthened. ”

"The compilation of the relevant textbooks will be completed by August, when they will be submitted to the National Assembly for a pass, the most important of which is ......"

Qi Yu was about to unfold the final work content on the blackboard, when suddenly the door of the conference room was pushed open, and he saw Defense Minister Zheng Quan walk in with a grim face.

"Lao Zheng, what's wrong?" Prime Minister Qi Jianjun is already very familiar with Zheng Quan's personality, usually it is not a big deal, and the other party will not show such a scary feeling in front of so many people.

Zheng Quan's lover, police minister Liu Lanxi, also quickly stood up, handed over the teacup in his hand, and sat down at the conference table with her husband.

"Deng Jian from the Albany base camp sent an urgent telegram, just an hour earlier, the camp had been attacked by Indians, with 15 casualties. Now that the camp has been surrounded, it is estimated that the enemy has at least 3,000 men, probably more! Zheng Quan drank the water in the teacup in one gulp, held his hands on the table, and his face was very ugly, "The troops left in the camp are only more than a company, and the main force led by He Yu is still fighting farther away, and the communication has been interrupted, and He Yu cannot be contacted." ”

I don't know when or where the Mohoks came, numbering more than 3,000 people, surrounded the camp from three sides! At least 1,000 of them were from unfamiliar Indian tribes with whom they had never been in contact.

"Huh?!"

Everyone present was shocked to hear that more than 3,000 people were surrounding the camp guarded by only a company and more than a hundred Indian servants.

Even those sitting here are confident that the country's military technology is more than two hundred years ahead of its time, and that weapons and ammunition are plentiful. But the opponent had a complete grasp of the forces in the camp. Trying to resist an opponent who was at least ten times his own with a force of only 300 troops, including the Indian Servants, was obviously far more difficult than the Pequet War at West Point.

With the help of advanced weapons and good terrain, 10 Chinese Army soldiers may be able to deal with 50 enemies, but 300 men, including the Indian Servants, may not be able to withstand the siege of at least 3,000 opponents in three defensive directions.

"How can so many people sneak up on the camp? Didn't we all scout before? There are only a few thousand Mohoks there. Homeland Security Minister Liu Yun frowned, very puzzled.

Deng Jian didn't know it at first, but later interrogated the Mohok prisoner of war guide who accompanied him. It was recognized that at least 1,000 of them were Seneca of the Iroquois Confederacy, as well as a handful of other Iroquois Indian Confederation tribal troops. ”

Zheng Quan finally said a more surprising news. The Iroquois Indian Union of North America has long been heard of, but the Seneca people in it are sacred. Most of the people present were ignorant.

Almost Zheng Quan's voice was good, and everyone's eyes turned to the pseudo-Wenqing Su Zining.

"The Seneca were the most populous and military tribe in the Iroquois Indian Confederation, historically. They are also better at fighting than the Mohoks, and they are more cruel and cunning, and the number of people killed by the American ** team in later generations at their hands is a very exaggerated number. It's no wonder that the Mohoks have converged a lot in the past year, and it seems that they have long been pulling people in the rear to form a team, but it just so happened that we also took the initiative to pass! ”

Su Zining pursed his lips and said a depressing conclusion, especially Zheng Quan, whose face twitched.

It is clear that a well-planned northern campaign and the so-called advance reconnaissance have failed. As the most powerful boss of the Iroquois Indian League, he began to rise to the top of the second. It took them a whole year to carry out a large-scale deployment of troops, and in addition to the relocation and change of Mohok settlements, there was a huge error in the intelligence gathering of the Chinese and American troops this time.

As a result, the Northern Combat Force ran headlong into the main Iroquois Indian Union force that was massing in the Albany area.

"If Deng Jian's troops are lost, then He Yu's main force will also be finished because the rear road is cut off and supplies are exhausted...... "I haven't eaten pork." I have also seen pigs running, Su Zining touched his chin, stared at Zheng Quan's eyes, and said something that everyone dared not say.

"Then immediately draw reinforcements from West Point, it seems that the Army Command still has more than two companies of troops there!" Homeland Security Minister Liu Yun quickly stood up.

"It was only some time ago that the river fleet completed all the transportation work in Albany, in order not to affect the normal operation of the industrial area. The river flotilla is now on its way back to Manchu from West Point loaded with mineral raw materials and will not arrive here until tomorrow morning. Zheng Quan shook his head helplessly, with a bitter face, "Now the water level of the Song River has risen sharply, the water is very strong, and it is very difficult to navigate against the current, even if we urgently sail to West Point Town tomorrow, it will take at least four days to transport reinforcements to Albany, and the premise is that the steam engine on our inland river transport ship can ensure hundreds of hours of full load......"

The implication is that there is almost no explanation at present, and God knows whether Deng Jian's more than 100 people can hold out for at least four days.

"A way must be found to keep them! Lao Zheng, in the past few days, you and I have gone to the army headquarters to stay, and we have to think of a way to call the people from the navy! ”

Qi Jianjun stood up abruptly and walked back and forth in the conference room, all the ministers looking at him with blank eyes...... Sunday, February 26, light rain.

The violent roar of the organ-lined machine guns continued in a strange rhythm that was sometimes interrupted, sometimes franticly fast.

In three directions of the Albany landing base camp, more than 1,000 Iroquois Indian Union soldiers continued to attack the positions of the U.S. Army in China under the cover of rainy weather.

Organ machine guns, with an effective range of 500 meters, swept at 200 rounds per minute over Iroquois Indian warriors cloaked in animal skins, finger-thick Mini bullets effortlessly breaking or piercing their limbs and tearing flesh of all sizes.

The whistling mortar shells sent a terrible screech through the sky, and then slammed into the rainy mud, throwing up large clouds of mud and sand, and Iroquois fighters within a few meters were either shredded by shrapnel at close range, or tossed into the air in the shock wave mixed with the mud.

On the position of the Chinese American camp with a temporary rain shelter. The soldiers also lay on their stomachs in the muddy turbulence, nervously holding their rifles to aim, shoot, and load, and occasionally a damp bullet did not fire, making the soldiers who fired anxiously curse.

A large number of empty organ machine gun magazines were discarded by sandbags, and many Native American Army soldiers were helping Chinese U.S. Army soldiers reload their ammunition.

From the early morning of the day before yesterday to noon today, the Iroquois Alliance has attacked three waves, except for the first wave of attacks the day before yesterday, and the sneak attack on foggy days has been successful. The second wave of the official offensive was launched at noon the day before. More than a thousand Iroquois fighters attacked from the west and south, but they were hit by fire from a distance of 400 meters.

Deng Jian decisively asked the two mortars to wait until the opponent reached the 400-meter range before firing, including the Mohoks, who had been fighting with China and the United States for more than a year. The Iroquois warriors, who had never seen a shell explode before, were stunned for a moment, and their dense shock formation was scraped off pieces of flesh by mortar guns like sweeping the ground, and the charge ended at a distance of 300 meters. Nearly 100 Iroquois soldiers were killed.

The third wave of the attack was launched yesterday afternoon, and the Iroquois attacked on three sides at once, and suddenly the attack formation was much looser, and they began to learn to use the terrain to protect themselves.

The Iroquois Coalition's third wave of offensive tactics improved to make the mortars much less powerful, but this time they only advanced to a distance of 200 meters and then retreated. The powerful fire of the organ machine gun and the accuracy of the 22A rifle made the Seneca who had made a sneak attack cheap turn back decisively again. They then retreated and left behind hundreds of corpses, including a dozen musketeers with arquebuses obtained from European colonizers. The Indians, who had learned how to use thermal weapons, were shattered to pieces by organ gun fire before they could reach the range they could shoot.

Perhaps inspired by insiders, today's rainy day was the perfect time for the Iroquois Indian League to launch an offensive, starting in the morning. More than 2,000 Iroquois warriors charged from three sides.

They were scattered and cautious, always rushing up when the high-firing organ machine guns stopped changing ammunition, and then lay down after a dozen seconds. The U.S. Army's 22A rifle in China greatly reduced the power of fire interception due to its poor performance in rainy days.

"Grenade ready!"

Scott wiped the rain from his face. He felt the grenade on his waist and shouted at his subordinates on the left and right.

The Iroquois warriors' charging crowd had reached nearly 50 meters, and by this time, the continuous fire of organ machine guns had almost exhausted all of their ammunition. From the beginning of the plan, no one thought that they would face such a crazy attack, Zheng Quan could not have imagined. Chen Liwen did not expect that the reserve of 15mm ammunition for the organ at the base camp was only 50,000 rounds, which was only enough for four organ machine guns to fire for two days at most.

In their eyes, it would be a massacre to be able to run out of 50,000 machine-gun bullets in two days.

There are still many mortar shells, but alas, at such a close distance, it is no longer the time for mortars to be able to fire.

The undulating grenades finally worked, and the nearly 100 Iroquois warriors who rushed to the front were suddenly blown to pieces, and the corpses and blood quickly expanded in the mud, but their companions still swarmed with spears.

At a distance of more than 30 meters, the throwing spears that replaced bows and arrows in the rain fell densely from the sky, instantly tying the positions of the US Army in China into a small forest.

U.S. Army soldiers and Indian servants were impaled through the body with oncoming or falling guns, spat blood and dumped backwards, or nailed to sandbag fortifications.

"Grenades!"

I don't know when Makarov, who had an extra sapper shovel in his hand, opened a throwing gun that was coming at him with a wave of his hand.

A swarm of grenades exploded at a distance of ten to twenty meters, and the shock wave swept all the muddy water into the fortifications, and a Seneca arm fell from the sky and landed on Yu Shan's head. The private, who was lying on the fortifications and shooting, suddenly felt something smashed on the steel helmet, reached out and touched it, and a palm full of mud and blood appeared in front of him.

Yu Shan threw away his rifle and shrank into the corner of the muddy fortification, his face pale and his whole body trembling.

Ears, on the other side of the fortifications behind him, a grenade explosion sounded again from a distance, this time the Iroquois warriors' charge seemed to be closer, and the violent explosion even swept several Iroquois warrior corpses into the fortifications.

The strong roar made Yu Shan's eardrum ache. There was a brief period of deafness. In the rain-soaked sight, countless native Indians in fur coats and shoes jumped into the fortifications with spears in their hands, entangled with the rows of comrades on the battlefield who could barely see the color of their uniforms in the rain.

A Delaware-Chinese Army soldier stabbed a bloody rifle bayonet into the lower abdomen of a Mohok man with only one leg through a sandbag, and blood gushed out like a fountain, but less than a second later, another Seneca jumped onto the sandbag. Before the soldier could draw his bayonet, he was instantly pierced through the chest by a bone spear, and then collapsed limply in the muddy water. Slight twitching.

The figure of Sergeant Potter in the first row was not far away, wielding a sapper shovel and cutting off the head of a Seneca man. Then he was stabbed in the lower abdomen by two spears at the same time. The emaciated sergeant dragged the spear stuck into his body to keep his opponent from advancing or retreating, until he was thrown to the ground by another Mohok.

Muzzle flames flickered in the rain, and occasionally a cloud of exploding mud appeared, corpses falling or flying, and the volleys of bullets made the Iroquois warriors fall in sight in an invisible trajectory.

In the depths of the camp, there was a thunderous roar, as if a beautiful ball of air flowers bloomed, and the swelling smoke and dust and the flying sand and mud seemed to burst a large water bag, and a gust of wind that pierced through the rain curtain blew and blew warm on the face. There was also a slight stinging pain.

A Seneca man holding a spear gradually became clear in Yu Shan's pupils, and he seemed to be able to smell the bloody breath on the bright red spearhead, but Yu Shan was paralyzed at this time, and he didn't even seem to have the strength to dodge.

Just as the Seneca raised his spear with a menacing expression, a gunshot rang out. Then the Seneca, who had lost his strength, fell in front of him. A familiar figure crouched down, shouting in his ear, the young face under the helmet covered in mud and blood.

"Yu Shan! Get up! Corporal Makarov asked us to go and protect the machine-gun positions! Qiao Yan didn't know where the strength came from, so he directly grabbed Yu Shan's armed belt and lifted the other party out of the muddy water.

Yu Shan, who came back to his senses, could only nod desperately with a trembling mouth......

Finally, the southern defensive zone that had been partially broken through. Miraculously, the two pipe organs sounded the sound of firing again. The machine-gun bullets improvised from the northern defense zone, where the defensive pressure was the least, finally came into full play at this time.

At a distance of a few meters to tens of meters, two organ machine guns roared, and a violent metal storm formed a series of fans, unleashing amazing fire at a rate of more than 300 rounds per minute.

Layers and groups of Iroquois warriors braved the rain with spears in their arms to smithereens, and the bullets pierced the bodies of several men, altering their trajectory and shape to make even larger holes in their flesh.

Regardless of whether they were friends or enemies, the terrifying casualties occurred suddenly in just a dozen seconds, and the crowd of people who broke through the area was instantly cut off by a powerful force. The Iroquois Alliance's offensive momentum was like crashing into an invisible stone wall, and the swarming crowd was shattered into countless pieces.

The Iroquois warriors at the end of the crossbow could not bear the horrific casualties, leaving more than 300 corpses in front of their positions in three directions and retreating.

Dozens of Mohok warriors who had already jumped over the fortifications and rushed into the camp were about to extend their breakthrough advantage, only to find that there was suddenly no backup behind them, and countless Iroquois warriors threw away their weapons and began to run backwards.

Howling all kinds of strange slogans, Sergeant Scott, who had been wounded in one leg, held the army flag in one hand and the engineer shovel in the other, and took the lead, dozens of Chinese and American infantry with rifles and bayonets met them, but only a staggered Mohok, who was still hesitating whether to evacuate or continue the fight, fell in large numbers.

The mortar positions where the blocking fire was carried out had now been replaced by a mud of ruins, and just a few minutes earlier, a mortar group had been reloaded due to the dampness of the previous shell launcher, and as a result, all the shells around them were reimbursed in a devastating explosion, and if it were not for the small number of shells hoarded on the site, the entire camp would have been wiped out.

In the evening, the rain had subsided, and the back of the last Iroquois warrior vanished from the edge of the forest in the distance. on the battlefield, from a distance of a few hundred to a few meters. At least 600 corpses were littered, and the 2nd Company of the Chinese American Army and the Indian Servants in the defensive positions also paid a tragic price of more than 140 casualties, of which 30 Chinese and American Army soldiers were killed, and at least two-thirds of them were killed on the spot by the opponent's guns.

The camp was filled with the painful groans of wounded soldiers, and only two medics were running around. In vain to save a companion whose abdomen was torn by a throwing gun or who had a hole in his back. Officers and men of the Combat Engineer Platoon and part of the Indian Servants, were clearing the rubble from the site of the mortar shell when a mutilated former gunner was being lifted out. A European corporal, the sole survivor of the accident crew, fell to his knees in the mud and wept on the spot.

The Mohican and the Dravaare, who had suffered heavy casualties, had lost the will to fight, and they were all shivering around the campfire in the rain shelter, and their mouths were still humming strange tunes.

Qiao Xi and Yu Shan stood side by side in the rain. At this time, there was no expression on his face, and he just quietly looked at a qiē in the rain curtain. Somewhat strangely, after the battle, there was no longer a single officer in the barracks.

"Jonah! Pias! Fortify the canopy, get ammo, and organize everyone to clean up the rifles! Sergeant Vanney, let's clean up the Indian corpses in the camp! ”

In the distance, Sergeant Scott and a few soldiers kept walking between the three lines of defense, most of the exhausted soldiers curled up by the sandbags of the fortifications, not standing up to salute, but holding their rifles numbly. Smoke a cigarette from a canopy or chew dry food mixed with a little mud.

The wound on his leg had been tightly wrapped in gauze, and the blood was still soaked through the gauze along the way, but Scott's steps showed nothing unusual.

A cursory inspection of the situation in the material reserve area and the wounded barracks was carried out. Scott arrived alone in the headquarters tent, ready to ask for instructions on the defense arrangements for the night today.

In the catastrophe of the mortar position, Lieutenant Deng Jian, the supreme commander of the nearest base camp, was seriously wounded. Several pieces of shrapnel had penetrated his abdomen, he had also been wounded in the head, and he was now unconscious, with all the officers gathered in the headquarters tent and stood by the marching bed. Nervously looking at the lieutenant who was soaked in gauze with blood.

"Brother Deng, wake up...... Sergeant Potter is dead, who will command my platoon, I, I will not ......"

The silent second lieutenant in the third row looked at the unconscious Deng Jian in front of him almost with a crying voice, and the 19-year-old young man's face with fine skin and tender flesh was almost dirty.

"Little boy crying! I'll transfer someone to help you later! Second Lieutenant Liu Chenxu of the combat engineer platoon sat in the corner, his military cap was gone, covered in mud, "Many rifles can't fire, fuck, once the 22A rifle gets into the mud and sand, it's not as good as a fucking fire stick!" ”

As he spoke, Liu Chenxu turned his head to the communication soldier who was fiddling with the radio station in the corner of the tent: "Has the radio station been repaired?" ”

"No, sir!" The communications soldier put down his headphones and wiped the mud on his face, also with a helpless face.

"There are just over a thousand organ bullets left in the camp! How long are we going to hold on! Li Hao, the second lieutenant of the machine gun platoon, was also sloppy at this time, and there was a fearful look in his eyes that could not be concealed, "Deng Jian is injured, the radio station is broken again, and now we can't even contact the army headquarters!" ”

"The Army Command had already sent ships to come at full speed the day before yesterday, and they were the Navy's river patrol boats, and they would probably arrive here in the early morning, and we would get ammunition supplies."

Looking at a tent of officers with a depressed expression, Second Lieutenant You Nanzhe, the platoon commander of the third platoon who temporarily replaced Deng Jian as the acting company commander of the second infantry company and had been a member of the public security joint defense team, stood up and tried his best to make his tone more calm.

You Nanzhe had one of his arms, which had also been injured in the previous battle, and now he was wearing a cloth belt around his neck.

"It's been almost three days, and I haven't even seen the shadow of a ship!" Second Lieutenant Li Hao stood up excitedly and shook his arms, "Lao Tzu felt something was wrong before!" How could the Mohoks be here with only a few thousand people! We also divided our troops to attack, now it's okay, let's be yin! ”

"Enough! Don't be an afterthought! Liu Chenxu kicked away an empty ammunition box at his feet, and looked at Li Hao, who was already a little nervous, fiercely, "Now we have no way out, we can only defend it!" You don't have the courage to stay in a tent and sleep! ”

"Report sir!"

Before Li Hao could scold back, he heard Sergeant Scott's familiar voice, and then a non-commissioned officer who was soaked all over his body and had a wound on his leg walked into the command headquarters.

"Everybody get out for a while, Sergeant Scott stays." You Nanzhe hurriedly glanced at his companions present, and after a figure walked around. Except for Deng Jian, who continued to be unconscious on the marching bed, only Scott and You Nanzhe were left in the command headquarters.

"Okay, Sergeant Scott, now report the situation, the more real the better......" You Nanzhe tiredly took out his cigarette, threw one to the other party, and then sat down.

When it was completely dark. The rain finally stopped.

Under the light of the torches, the last body was buried. Qiao Yan and Yu Shan started by sweeping a large number of Indian stumps and severed arms into a big pit. His hands and feet were weak, especially Yu Shan, and his teeth were shivering for several hours after that.

It's not like a big pit that hastily buries the Iroquois Indians. Forty graves with crosses or wooden plaques appeared on the rocky beach not far from the riverbank. Sergeant Scott and a few of his men stood quietly in front of the graves of their comrades, each taking off their steel helmets and bowing their heads slightly.

Torches were lit throughout the camp, and the soldiers, except for the guards in charge, gathered around the campfire to drink soup or carefully clear the mud and sand from their rifles by the light. The hot soup and campfires did not ease the nerves of the soldiers after a day of fighting in the rain, and almost everyone kept their weapons in their hands, and nervously looked up at the night outside the camp from time to time.

In the distance, on the surging pitch-black river, a light pierced the darkness. Then a faint clamor broke the silence of the camp.

"It's a boat! It's our ship! One of the soldiers jumped up, dropped his rifle, and ran desperately in the direction of the pier, a few dozen meters away.

With one person taking the lead, there were more followers, and in an instant the dozen or so soldiers resting by the campfire began to commotion. Even the soldiers who were guarding the fortifications of the defensive line to maintain combat readiness could not help but stand up.

"Phew!"

A gunshot rang out, and then a figure stood in front of the crowd. Scott's expression was calm, he stood with his legs apart, holding his rifle in one hand, the muzzle of which was still slightly smoking.

Scott wasn't far behind. Ensign You Nanzhe, who still had a bandage around his neck, was facing away from everyone, looking at the approaching ship.

The surging soldiers paused, stopped, and then looked at each other wordlessly.

"It's our reinforcements that have arrived, but it's not everyone's way to escape!" Scott put down his gun, looked around at the dirty and young faces, and sighed slightly, "There is only one Navy river patrol boat, and it can only take the seriously wounded back to West Point." Before the order to retreat is given, everyone must return to combat positions! ”

After more than two days of arduous sailing, the fastest river vessels and navy river patrol boats finally came ashore, and nearly 30 soldiers carrying military backpacks and rifles walked across the board with tired expressions.

The filthy comrades-in-arms who walked past a group of onlookers, and the soldiers of an infantry platoon who had been ordered to come to support on the Navy's inland river patrol boat, were all nervous by the strange expressions in the camp at this time.

"Report the second lieutenant! Sergeant Maddie, come by order! The stout European non-commissioned officer, who was comparable to Makarov, walked up to You Nanzhe's side and saluted with a straight salute, "The ship is too small to carry too much ammunition and supplies." The command of the Navy has agreed to remove the ship's pipe organ for us to use. ”

"Alright, you are now under the command of Sergeant Scott, first responsible for maintaining order in the docks, arranging for people to move the ammunition down, and then sending the seriously wounded to the ship!" Seeing that the other party was still in good spirits after three days and two nights of sailing, You Nanzhe showed a satisfied smile.

A total of 50,000 rounds of organ and machine gun ammunition began to be urgently replenished, and several naval sailors began to disassemble the organ machine guns in the bow and stern, and then carefully carried them to the board with a roaring horn.

Sergeant Scott was relieved to have a full platoon of infantry, ammunition, and two new organ machine guns to replenish the defensive line, and now that he had been authorized to direct all the infantry platoons, it was no longer his concern what the officers had quarreled in the tent.

In addition to the Indian servants, who were already less than 100 men, and the seriously wounded who were about to be brought back, the Chinese and American Army troops in the base camp had now recovered to more than 110 people, including the lightly wounded, and as long as it didn't rain tomorrow, they could theoretically hold out for another one or two days.

Several sergeants were killed, and the number of non-commissioned officers that Scott was currently able to call on was extremely reduced, and in order to ensure combat command, he had to temporarily promote several corporal squad leaders to take over the duties of non-commissioned officers at the platoon level, and several corporals, including Makarov and Jona, were equally divided into combat platoons.

Looking at the rare "lively" scene in the direction of the wharf, Qiao Yan and Yu Shan leaned against the bonfire with their rifles in their arms, and ate instant cooked meat in clay bottles without a bite.

"Qiao Yan, do you say those wild men will attack tomorrow?" Yu Shan, who had already changed into his last clean military uniform, was looking enviously at the seriously wounded who were being carried to the dock on a stretcher.

"I don't know, as long as it doesn't rain, I think it's okay to keep it for another day or two." Qiao Yan drank the corn wine and let out a violent cough. With trembling hands, he took out the cigarette in his breast pocket, and lit a picked fire branch by the campfire, "We have caught so many of them, women, and children...... It is impossible for them not to fight hard. We will not survive unless they feel that it is less worthwhile to die another group of people. ”

Putting down the food on his lips, Yu Shan turned his head to look at the fellow villagers who had killed several indigenous Indians in the battles in the past few days, as if he noticed that the other party was a little different from before. But what is different, he can't say.

The Navy's river patrol boats, unloading their men and cargo, were quickly filled with more than 50 seriously wounded Chinese Army or Indian Servants, and the return trip was downstream, so the speed would be much faster, and they would return to West Point a day later. With so many seriously wounded, Sergeant Maddie couldn't help but take a breath and imagine how brutal the previous battle was.

Second Lieutenant Li Hao, an officer of the machine gun platoon, led a few soldiers to carefully carry Deng Jian on a stretcher into the small command cabin of the navy patrol boat.

You Nanzhe, who had been checking the wounded soldiers on the boat by the dock, observed this inconspicuous scene. With a slight frown, he whispered a greeting to Sergeant Maddie, who was maintaining order at the scene, and stepped onto the boat.

"Li Hao, what do you want to do?"

Closing the hatch, You Nanzhe pulled out the revolver on his waist with one hand, and quietly looked at Li Hao, who looked panicked in the corner.

"I'm going back, I don't want to stay here!" Li Hao took off his military hat and spat on the deck of the ship, revealing a sneer, "What, you want to treat me as a deserter?" ”

"Isn't it?" You Nanzhe sat on the side of the stretcher, carefully sorted out the blanket on Deng Jian's body with his hands, and his voice was calm, "You just left everyone and your platoon in front of everyone?" ”

"Shit! Fuck the Ministry of Defense and the Army Command threw us here like cannon fodder, and you really take them seriously?! You Nanzhe, do you dare to say that you are not afraid? There are at least two or three thousand Iroquois Indians out there, and if they continue to attack tomorrow, we will all die! ”

"Of course I'm afraid, but who are we now? We are already soldiers in this country, there are national laws and military regulations, and it is not the time to do whatever you want! You Nanzhe got up suddenly, tore off the bandage that was on his arm, endured the severe pain and grabbed Li Hao's neckline, his expression became more and more strict, "Let's go, the rest of the people, what else do you say, they will all be finished!" You don't care about the lives of the creeps, but you didn't fucking think about that?! ”

"Phew! We are all mud bodhisattvas ourselves, and we can't protect ourselves! Could it be that if they all die here, they can be saved?! Li Hao shook off the other party's hand and sat down stubbornly, "Lao Tzu is gone, okay?" Lao Tzu is going back! ”

"According to military law, only those who prove that they are wounded and unable to perform their combat duties can be evacuated, and even if they can escape from the battle, they will be shot on the spot, and they will be court-martialed!" A complicated look flashed in You Nanzhe's eyes, and he slowly raised his hand, "You either get off the boat with me now, or you ......"

"Shoot if you have a kind!" Li Hao finally became angry at this time, tore off his rank and collar badge three or two times, and slammed it to the ground, "Bullshit military law, don't fool people, these are not all used to manage those cannon fodder soldiers, you don't pretend in front of Lao Tzu!" Lao Tzu is no longer a soldier, so what's wrong with escaping! ”

"Li Hao, you haven't seen our current life clearly...... It's okay, since you insist, I can only help you one last time! ”

"Phew!"

The sound of pistols rang out in the cabin, causing the wounded soldiers on the deck to turn around, and several naval sailors rushed to the hatch...... (To be continued)

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