The gray sky, the low clouds, the continuous drizzle, this is the weather I hate the most, it is so humid that it makes my heart hairy. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The feet have been replaced with tattered leather boots, the naughty big toes are exposed, and the clothes on the body have not been washed for an unknown amount of time, and they are so hard that they are cut meat. Looking at the teammates, the situation is basically the same.

"Hello, my name is Mao Qiang"

The bespectacled guy among the newcomers took the initiative to greet me, and he was a smart person.

"Follow me, don't run around"

I took him to the veteran team, and I took good care of the acquaintances, because such people live a long life. The other four newcomers had their eyes twinkled, and they stayed where they were, looking ready to act on their own.

Most people live longer and get older and hotter, the more suspicious they become, and the more difficult it is to accept the command of others. So I'm going to wait until those four people pay for their ignorance, and then I'll put it back, if they're still alive.

"All the muzzles of the guns are plugged with strips of cloth, and the gunpowder is put in a waterproof place"

The biggest problem with the flintlock pistol is this, once the gunpowder gets wet, it becomes a burning stick, and if it encounters a battle, it is not as good as a broadsword and spear.

We spent a few minutes in the wilderness, when two men rode past us quickly, and the leader turned to see that he had reined in his horse and walked back.

"You're Concord's militia?" The man sat on his horse and looked at us condescendingly, and the scrutinizing look in his eyes made me very unhappy.

"Sort of, what's wrong?" I remember glancing at the tablet before being pulled into the battlefield, and it said we were Concord's militia.

"Hurry back, the Redshirts are coming soon!"

With that, he turned off his horse's head and left with his whip.

"Red Shirts? What's that? Jiang Yitao was holding a piece of grass in his mouth and chewing boredly.

"The British's musket team, very strong"

Mao Qiang interjected next to him and said that newcomers always want to work hard to express themselves.

"Well, he's done. Let's go, this war is a fight for numbers, and a few of us have only a dead end when we encounter a large-scale British army."

The words were robbed, which made me a little depressed, and I took the lead and walked in the direction where the cavalry had just left.

The grass on the ground was very dense, just as high as a calf, and when I stepped on it, the mud kept pouring into the hole in the boot, and it was very slippery.

After walking for half an hour, a small town appeared, there was a small river in front of the town, and a large number of militiamen were gathering by a stone bridge over the river, and it seemed that they had been alerted.

At this time, there were not many people on the North American continent, except for a few large gathering places, the other residents lived very scattered, and there was no unified management, so it was very chaotic.

"Those people don't think we're very kind"

Mao forced to whisper behind me, and as he spoke, I saw a bearded man looking at us with bad intentions, especially the women in the team who stayed for the longest time. Seeing that I was looking at him, he directly gave me a neck wiping motion.

I put the gun on my back and walked towards him, Mao Qiang grabbed me and shook my head vigorously.

"Big brother, we don't know each other well, and we can't offend people as soon as we come"

I stopped, looked at Mao Qiang, and said indifferently:

"Do you know how to communicate with ill-intentioned people in the space?"

"What?"

I told him directly with my actions, and I punched him to the ground, and the red blood spread on the muddy ground.

The bearded man and his friends didn't understand what we were doing, and thought I was stirring up trouble in the past, but they got into a fight first.

I wiped the blood from my fist and came to the bearded man, who was taller than me, and I really hated looking up and talking to people.

"Boy, you...... Vomit"

No one could stand under my punches, bearded man on his knees clutching his stomach. Anyway, after chatting and chatting, it is better to fight in the end, so it is better to save time by starting a fight directly.

"Bastard!" It seems that the bearded man is quite popular, and there are really a lot of people who help him out, and I refused the help of other teammates, and I can take care of these people alone without using weapons.

The quick punches and kicks formed an afterimage all around me, and I knocked out or kicked anyone who came up. In just a few minutes, the ground was full of fallen and screaming people, until a person appeared in front of me and stunned me.

"I'll go, don't think I don't hit women!"

Dodging a leg, the pointed leather shoes made me break out in a cold sweat. The people around him stopped coming forward, leaving only this seventeen or eighteen girl.

"I said what are you doing, I don't even know you, just mean it, and then hit me in the face!"

"You bastard, dare you hit my dad"

There are people everywhere, I really don't know who her father is, it's not a life-and-death fight, it's really difficult for me to attack a girl.

"I apologize, okay?"

As he spoke, he was punched in the face, and a hot nosebleed flowed into his mouth.

"Smack"

Liu Yang came next to me and knocked the girl unconscious with a slap, and her head was pestled in the mud.

"Grinding and chirping"

I rubbed my nose and was noncommittal to her words.

"The Brit is coming!"

An exclamation made the militia who were watching the excitement around disperse in a hurry, and even the people who fainted on the ground got up, and I wondered that these people were so unbeaten, and their feelings were pretending. The bearded man also "woke up" and left with the girl in his arms, and it seemed that he was the girl's father.

The British Red Shirts did not look like they had come to fight, they were dressed neatly, with white leggings, and big-brimmed hats with beautiful feathers, and they marched towards us in a neat queue to the beat of drums.

"Are they stupid?"

The grass in Jiang Yitao's mouth fell, and he said in shock.

"Quintessential British pride"

Mao Qiang appeared out of nowhere, wiping his nose with a white handkerchief. I snatched the handkerchief and folded it in half to wipe my nose, Made's nose was still bleeding.

The British troops on the other side of the river stopped, lined up in three columns under the command of the drumbeat, and confronted our side.

An officer with a cane and a fur coat came to the man with the help of his attendants.

"I want this guy's leather coat, pay attention to the point of hitting for a while, don't shoot the gun"

This leather coat looks like a high-end product, but it is too eye-catching to wear on the battlefield.

"You pariahs, turn in your weapons honestly, Major General Thomas has ordered the disbandment of the militia units in the United States, anyone with a gun is treason!"

The major officer's face seemed to be powdered, and his pale face looked strange and terrifying.

"Let's go back home!"

The militia clearly did not buy it, and these American ancestors were exposed to weapons from an early age, and the idea that dangerous North American continental weapons are the guarantee of human life, has evolved over time and has influenced modern Americans.

Freedom or death!

In the eyes of the American ancestors, weapons and freedom depended, and many people in the American Revolutionary War took up arms and went to the battlefield under the call of this sentence.

"How long will they have to ink? Is this a war, or is it a ramp? ”

Deng Tao waited impatiently, and everyone else nodded in support of his opinion. The British and militia leaders shouted and threatened each other across the river, but they did not fight.

I slowly reloaded the flintlock pistol, and the surrounding team members came around to help me block it, and under cover I raised my gun to aim at the British major who was jumping on the riverbank.