It's a battle that can't be worse!

Both sides of the war felt awkward.

Captain George's soldiers were still expecting the Turkish girl, who knew that so many Indians suddenly appeared in the mountains and forests.

Turtledove originally thought that his encirclement was secret and secure, but who knew that it was discovered by the enemy in advance!

When the war began, Captain George thought that his little bunnies would be able to quickly move closer to him, but who knew that the Indians would rush over as if they were dying, completely dividing the battlefield!

And the turtledove also thought that although the soldiers of his tribe were a little inferior in weaponry, they occupied the right time and place, and should not fight so hard. Although he tried his best to think about the power of the musket, after the battle, he realized that he still underestimated the power of the dense musket array!

And that's what it is.

There are shouts of killing everywhere, and there are enemies everywhere!

Command?

Inexistent!

There is no way to command!

Let's fight badly, it's up to who can survive to the end!

……

The sun has finally set.

Night has fallen.

"Peso, give me a gun!" The turtledove reached out for a gun.

Then a loaded rifle was handed to him.

The butt felt slimy, and the turtledove looked back at the peso, only to see that one of the peso's hands was hanging down at his side, and he was picking up the barrel with his mouth, and with the other hand he was holding the medicine bag and stuffing it into the barrel.

"Pesos!" Turtledove couldn't help but say to him: "When this battle is over, our tribe will be able to gain a firm foothold here!" ”

"Hmm!" The peso's mouth bit the barrel of the gun and responded vaguely.

The turtledove slowly raised his head from behind the stones, and in the darkness of the night, he needed to exhaust his eyes to aim better.

It took about five seconds for him to pull the trigger.

With a crisp gunshot, he hurriedly ducked back again.

Sporadic gunfire rang out in the night, indicating that the fighting was still going on.

The muzzle fire revealed the turtledove's location, and a rain of bullets fell on the stone.

A ricocheting bomb hit the turtledove's buttocks, as if it had been bitten by a mosquito. Fortunately, although it bleeds, it doesn't hurt much.

Giant Hard handed over a new loaded gun.

"Turtledove!" It was only then that Peso spoke: "I listen to what you say!" I'm not afraid, I'm just worried about you-"

"I know, I know!" The turtledove interrupted Peso and said, "But fate, it's a coward!" The more scared you are, the crueler it will be to you! The more fierce you are with it, the more it treats you with great kindness—"

The turtledove leaned out from the other side of the stone, took aim, and fired another shot!

"Turtledove?"

"Huh?"

"I have never fought such a happy battle in my life!" Peso said.

"Really? Huge hard, how about you? ”

"Me?" Ju Qiang thought for a moment and replied, "I still have a long life in this life!" ”

"Haha!"

……

I don't know who set a fire in the mountains and forests not far away, but the fire didn't spread.

Fire attack, a means of losing both sides, is not so easy to master.

On the top of Turkey Ridge, on top of that boulder, a bonfire was lit.

Fifteen dollars stood in the firelight, holding the flag aloft aloft.

He was too far from the battlefield for bullets to fly.

But his self-revealing behavior is undoubtedly seducing the enemy to kill him quickly.

"Idiot!" Peso cursed in a low voice.

"Change places!" Turtledove said suddenly.

Taking advantage of the moment when a rain of bullets fell, he rushed out from the other side.

Peso and Giant Hard also hurried behind him.

The darkness gave them good cover, and when they ran behind another rock more than thirty meters away, only a few bullets landed on their heels.

In the midst of this boundless darkness, black shadows swayed everywhere from time to time.

They were either Indians or whites.

The white soldiers wanted to break through the division and get as close together as possible. Indian warriors wanted to get close and close to each other.

The advent of darkness invisibly narrowed the firepower gap between Indians and whites.

As long as the bonfire on Turkey Ridge is not extinguished, the battle will continue.

***

Jerónimo chews tobacco leaves in his mouth.

The sound of gunfire in the distance, mixed with the echoes of the valley, came sporadically.

"Chief!" A man with a large bow broke into his tent. "Everyone's packed up and ready to go!"

During the day, after the parrots left, Geronimo decided to lead his tribe on a migration north.

Although it is dark now, the white army is imminent, and we must hurry up and take one more step.

"All set? Is it so fast? Geronimo asked.

The man was puzzled for a moment, wondering how the chief could ask such a question.

"Yes, it's all ready!" The man replied.

Jerónimo lifted the tent and walked out.

Then he saw a torch from his subordinates, which illuminated the whole tribe.

To the east of the tribe are fields of freshly sown corn.

To the west, there is a half-completed aqueduct.

To the south there was a freshly repaired cattle pen, and if there was no white army, they would go out to the plains next month to hunt wild horses, and by the autumn the wild horses would have almost produced cute foals.

To the north is a row of simple wooden walls, which Geronimo had been fearing for an enemy invasion from there, so he reinforced it last month.

These are the hard work of him and his people.

Now they have to give up.

"Burn it! Burn it! He said with some embarrassment.

These painstaking efforts, he would rather burn them than leave them to the whites who catch up. Although, most of those white armies don't look down on it.

He mounted his horse.

Sitting on horseback, he saw his tribe a little more realistically.

Under the light of the torches, everyone was reluctant to give up.

There were even some who were sobbing quietly.

Who would want to leave their homeland if it wasn't a last resort?

Last year, they had migrated here from the plains, but now they had to migrate to the more treacherous north.

Indians, when will we have a stable home?

……

Jerónimo only felt tired and didn't want to say anything.

In the midst of his heartache, the livestock pen burst into flames.

The flames burned like they were burning in his heart.

"Bees!" He spoke suddenly.

"Chief?" The man with the big bow leaned over on his horse.

"Listen, there's still a fight on the other side of the mountain?"

"yes!"

"You say, is it possible that they can win?" Jerónimo asked softly.