"Something doesn't seem quite right with these natives lately, do you notice anything?"

"I also feel that something is wrong, but I can't really think of what happened, but I think it's okay, at least we don't have to work for the next few days, do we."

The British captives, who had just finished eating, whispered to each other.

On Manhattan Island, the British, who were captured by Zhao Hongyu, noticed some changes on the island.

First of all, the blacks who had been training were gone, and the Anuche who were watching over them disappeared. The people in charge of them were replaced by those with black hair and black eyes, and they all looked a little nervous on their faces.

Feeling and perceiving this, the British captives, who were not yet stupid, began to communicate.

Unfortunately, no matter how much they guessed, they couldn't figure out what exactly happened.

The British captives were ignorant of the British alliance with the vassal tribes in Virginia to attack Mosican.

Although the genetic people are clear about this, even a woman like Li Caifeng who is brainless has not revealed the news to her lover.

So, the British captives just felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere, but no matter how much they thought about it, they couldn't figure it out.

And these days they don't have to do things, and they are all at once.

Now what they don't do is eat, sleep, sleep, eat.

Fortunately, the shackles provided by the Mohicans worked, and a group of fifteen captives made it impossible for them to do anything.

Therefore, the genetic people who stayed on Manhattan Island just needed to keep a good look at these British captives with their weapons in hand and prevent them from making trouble.

It was only in the morning and evening that the genetics let the British captives go out in groups and let them go to eat.

When they have finished eating, they continue to put shackles on their necks.

In this way, the British prisoners were honest and did not make a wave.

Of course, this also has to do with their ignorance of what is happening in the Dao today.

If they had known that the British had gathered their vassal Indian tribes in Virginia and had slain the Mohican territory, which was not far from Manehattan Island, they would have come up with a moth.

It was with this problem in mind that Zhang Tie, the temporary supreme ruler of Manehattan Island, ordered that whoever dared to leak the slightest bit of information to the British captive Zhilu Dao would execute that person without mercy.

Fortunately, the expected bad situation did not appear, which made Zhang Tie breathe a sigh of relief.

Manhattan Island is as calm as ever, but on the Great Plains, more than 200 miles away from Manhattan Island, it has become a battlefield where the two armies are facing each other.

The British army had arrived and was in formation.

Opposite them, a procession of Indians emerged from the shadows of the forest, naked and tattooed with cyan tattoos on their faces.

"Sir, do these natives want to engage us head-on? I had been worried that they would do a surprise attack, but now that I look like I'm completely worried. ”

The supreme commander of this military operation was to massacre Major Davide of the Mohican trading detachment.

In the Virginia region, his military rank was already the highest.

After listening to his lieutenant's words, Davide raised his hand and touched his mustache.

"I think it's a little strange that the number of people on the other side is too small. According to my judgment, Mohican can muster about 20,000 troops, but if you look at the other side, there are only four or five thousand men, which is a bit unreasonable. ”

Davide was a serious officer, and when the Mohicans appeared, he immediately sensed that something was wrong. …,

"Sir, we have sent our vassal Indians on both flanks to penetrate their rear to attack them. Then it is impossible for these Mohicans to be unaware of this, so they will surely send the same warriors to fight against the vassal tribes. ”

Davide's adjutant voiced his own judgment.

Makes sense, Davide thought for a moment and judged.

Musketeers prepare! Spearmen advance! Gunners clear the chambers!

Some low-level officers were shouting at the soldiers at the top of their voices, giving a string of orders.

Flag-bearers with military flags came out of the ranks and stood in the front row.

A group of spearmen also came out from the rear, spears in hand.

The arquebusiers began to clean the barrels and reload the ammunition.

Warriors in armor or without armor and short weapons stood behind the spearmen.

In the center of the line, a small group of soldiers was struggling to pull six guns to the front.

Kill those natives for a while, the lads work harder, Mohican is a big tribe. After defeating them, the women and gold belongings of the Mohicans, Lord Davide can let everyone grab them at will!

Whoa!

The British soldiers, who had not taken the Mohicans in their eyes, suddenly became even more excited when they heard the words conveyed by the low-ranking officers.

Come to think of it, don't you come to the American continent just to get rich?

Now the commanders have said that as long as they defeat the Mohicans, then they can grab whatever they want, how can this not make them happy.

For a moment, the breath of the British soldiers became heavy, their pupils shimmered like beasts, and their bodies trembled uncontrollably with excitement.

Now they need to vent, and the target of it is the Mohicans on the other side.

Kill them! Chop off their heads!

Listen to the painful wails of the Mohicans before they die, and torment their wives and daughters before they take their last breath, is there anything more comforting in this world?

The British soldiers were constantly striking their weapons, or striking their armor and shields with their weapons.

In the early 17th century, shields and armor were still popular among European armies.

Davide sat on the back of a black steed and nodded in satisfaction as he watched his soldiers shouting.

Good morale!

The mount under his crotch snorted, and his front hooves shaved the ground and shook his head, looking a little impatient.

Davide reached out and patted it lightly on the neck, and then calmed his impatient mount.

"There's something strange about the Mohicans on the other side, what are they doing?"

Suddenly, Davide spotted the Mohican team and there was a scene that surprised him a little.

The British and Mohican teams were only about three or four hundred meters apart.

Therefore, with the naked eye, you can still see the opposite situation clearly. Especially now that it's June, it's summer season.

The sky was clear and cloudless.

The adjutant hurriedly took out a monocular from a leather bag around his waist and handed it to Davide.

Davide picked up the monocular and looked at the other side.

It didn't matter what he looked at, and immediately his brows furrowed together.

Harquebus!?

Yes, looking through the binoculars, the Mohicans who appeared in Davide's eyes were lined up in a neat queue. It is completely different from the chaos of the Indians of the past, giving people a sense of unexpected surprise.

But none of this is important, what matters is that each of these Mohicans actually carries an arquebus in their hands. …,

Judging from the manipulation and movements of some of the Mohicans, it seems that they are not unfamiliar at all, and there is no unskill. This made Davide feel a little uncomfortable, and he began to wonder where these arquebus Mohicans got them.

Could it be that the merchants sold it to them?

But Davide quickly dismissed this speculation, for no merchant in Virginia could provide such many weapons to an Indian tribe.

At the same time, the governor would not allow so many weapons to flow into any of the Indian tribes.

In the policy towards the indigenous Indians, weapons are the top priority of strict management. They could sell some inferior weapons to the Indians, but not in too many quantities.

But today look at the Mohicans opposite, they have at least 3,000 arquebuses!

God, who the hell sold so many weapons to the Mohicans.

Davide really wanted to know who was such an idiot who bought so many arquebuses for the other party. If he knew who it was, he wouldn't mind hanging that man himself.

Davide's arquebus was not finished complaining, and his eyes widened.

When he saw the two flanks of Mohican's team, after a few cannons appeared, he really couldn't describe his mood at this moment.

Even the artillery was sold to the Mohicans!

However, what surprised him was that although the Mohican natives on the opposite side had arquebus warriors, they did not have a spearman unit or a short-armed unit to charge.

So, Davide quickly regained his composure and began to complain about the 'amateur' of the Mohicans opposite.

Hmph, even if we buy an arquebus, we don't even have other troops, do you think you can defeat us with an arquebus that doesn't have an accuracy rate?

Davide was very disdainful and secretly despised in his heart.

"Line up, move forward! Let those moxican natives taste our awesomeness! ”

Davide waited until the Mohicans were ready, and then gave the order to attack.

Advance!!!!

Advance!!!!

Advance!!!!

The heralds began to relay Davide's orders, and the squad leaders of each squad began to use their own methods to cheer up the soldiers under their command.

"Don't be afraid, hold on to your weapons. The enemies opposite us are just some natives, they are very easy to deal with, think about the natives we dealt with before, haven't they all been defeated by us! (To be continued.)

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