Facts have proved that Qi Wenchang's judgment was not wrong.

After nearly three hours of turbulence, there were no more than three vehicles left to reach Bremerton, and the number of personnel was reduced to only 300.

Fortunately, only one tracked agricultural vehicle with the most horsepower and the best off-road performance was lying in the nest, and the remaining 9 arrived smoothly.

This kind of car using Changchai 490 engine was originally used for orchard transportation, and the design fully considered to deal with complex and changeable slopes and silt land, and the approved load capacity of 3.5 tons also showed great potential for modification.

At the request of Qi Wenchang, the Ministry of Industry frantically installed thick inclined steel plates on the front and side of agricultural vehicles.

When such a steel behemoth appeared on the outskirts of Bremerton, the rednecks in the farmland were all stunned.

Not knowing what was happening, they craned their necks and looked around.

Qi Wenchang, the commander-in-chief of the battle, did not give these foreigners a chance to react, and used the on-board walkie-talkie to quickly issue an order to extinguish the password.

The remaining farm motorcycle team in the convoy immediately turned around, and under the command of the third outpost, the chief of the third outpost, Yin Weasel, began to sweep the suburbs.

For the Chinese workers, it was somewhat impossible to kill these seemingly simple farmers.

However, for the Yin people, who have been fighting with the white people for hundreds of years, these people are their mortal enemies, their feuds, and their ancestors have died at the hands of these farmers in many more cases than in the regular army.

Every inch of land cultivated by these farmers is soaked in the blood of the ancestors of the Yin people.

Therefore, from Yin Weasel, the Yin people in the motorcycle team did not hesitate to carry out the order, and the bayonet pierced the red neck chest like a straw target, and pierced the chest of the red neck who had no time to turn around and take the gun.

Under the demonstration of the Yin warriors, the recruits who had just transformed from Chinese workers to Ming warriors overcame some discomfort in their hearts a little and began to kill them.

After all, in the political class every night, the political commissar has made it clear what the Ming army is fighting for.

It is for the Ming Dynasty, for the rejuvenation of China, and for the continuation of the national bloodline!

This is a righteous slaughter!

After a brief one-sided slaughter, the Rednecks reacted immediately.

Some of them fled back to the house to get their guns, and some simply carried rifles behind their backs.

But by then it was too late.

Originally, there were not many yeoman farmers in this area, and the number did not exceed 30.

If it weren't for the sheer price of food in Bremerton, these people would not have chosen to reclaim land nearby.

The number itself was limited, and it was caught off guard by the Ming army.

Therefore, before Zhu Fugui's tracked agricultural vehicle left, the sparse gunfire basically stopped.

The next step is to search further and find the fish that slipped through the net.

This is the most dangerous time.

No one knows if there will be guns and knives hiding in the corners.

Yin Weasel's troops, as well as Zhang Changgui's troops, who would arrive later, not only had to make sure that none of these scattered homesteaders escaped, but also that no rout in the Bremerton direction could escape after the battle officially began.

It can be said that the importance of these two parts is even above the frontal battlefield.

But these are no longer things that Zhu Fugui needs to worry about, learning war in the war is something that the Ming generals must experience.

The senior officers have experience in the Taiping Army and Yin soldiers, which is already considered a blessing.

Otherwise, Zhu Fugui might really have to Gatling and shout that he is invincible tomorrow and take the lead.

Well, the amount of culture required for a handful of Gatling is astronomical.

The culture value penalty for weapons and other contraband is generally 1,000-10,000 times.

Add to that the horrific consumption of bullets......

Before Daming had the ability to imitate production, Zhu Fugui was really reluctant to buy it.

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Gunfire in the suburbs alarmed the town's patrols.

The patrol unit is under the management of the police station and maintains basic law and order in the area.

Of course, we also had to guard against Indian attacks.

After all, last year's Sioux riots are still fresh in our minds.

Just because the federal government delayed the payment of grain promised to the reservation, they went crazy and robbed a convenience store!

Although these uncivilized barbarians lost their rich land, didn't the benevolent federal government set aside large tracts of granite as reservations? (Ironically, when the oil industry developed and oil was found on many reservations, the Indians were again driven to more remote mountainous areas.) One of the more Westernized tribes hired a lawyer to help fight the lawsuit, hoping to get a share of the oil profits, and in the end the lawsuit was won, and the people were lost and slaughtered. ）

Won't they learn to grow crops on granite on their own?

The federal government promised them food and a few hundred dollars a year in handout, a generous reward from civilized society.

Now that the state is in a difficult situation, what does it matter if the grain arrives a year or two late to deal with the rebellion in the south?

It's not that I won't give it to you!

As a result, these shameless Indians actually ransacked a convenience store and even "possibly" killed a woman and raped her.

Such misdeeds certainly need to be punished.

But when the federal government retaliated against them, they dared to resist!

Thankfully, the great President Lincoln eventually ordered the 38 Indian chiefs to be hanged, so that these barbarians could learn what respect for the civilized world was.

Recently, however, the rumored Indians in the Olympus seem to be a little restless again.

Therefore, the patrol police team has a relevant plan, and this time when they heard the gunshots, they hurriedly prepared to check it.

But before they could set off, something seemed to be wrong.

Because the gunfire is a little too dense.

Of course, it's not like the gunfire of the battlefield.

It's just that the frequency of gunfire seems to indicate that the Indians who came to harass them were not small.

Just as the captain hesitated to ask the sheriff for instructions first, a puff of black smoke slowly rose from the town gate, followed by the abrupt sound of a diesel engine.