Time passed minute by minute, and finally it was midnight.

The clouds were thick, and the moonlight was almost completely invisible.

Fighting in such a scene, it has to be said that the Indians of the turtledove tribe have a great advantage - at least, there is the possibility of exchanging one for one.

However, the white army has finally completed its assembly.

Although not all the soldiers were gathered, two squads of about a dozen people were combined.

As the team grew, it wasn't long before another team approached them.

The turtledove leaned behind the rock, occasionally popping its head out to shoot a cold shot.

He didn't dare to raise his gun as frequently as before. The bullets of the white army were always raining down like puffs and puffs, and he had no way to dodge.

Behind the first stone bunker, he could fire ten shots.

As the enemy becomes aware of a threatening fire in front of them, the enemy will always take turns firing at his position after seeing the fire.

While firing a salvo, he also ignored the Indians who suddenly appeared in the darkness and approached the turtledove.

So, now the turtledove, after finding a new bunker, has only three shots at most, and then has to look for the next bunker.

It's just that as time goes on, he can find fewer and fewer cover.

Rather than dividing and encircling the white soldiers, it was the other way around, with the scattered enemy using their muskets to divide the battlefield into pieces.

And the white soldiers who had been assembled were like a heavy hammer, smashing the Indians who were still running in the dark, stubbornly resisting.

The generation gap in science and technology is an insurmountable gap, and the organizational generation gap is a fire in this gap.

Even the Indians of the turtledove tribe are all fearless of death and are determined to give their lives for the will of the turtledove in this war.

However, it is only to add a bit of tragedy to this war that is doomed to failure.

"Rush!"

There was another lonely roar in the darkness.

Hearing this long-awaited shout, the turtledove's gun hand couldn't help but tremble.

Every roar represents another warrior facing a desperate situation.

The sound of gunfire rang out, and the sound vanished into the endless darkness.

The turtledove seized the opportunity to fire an extra shot, and then bent on his waist and shifted in the other direction.

The front is constantly retreating.

Now, we are getting closer and closer to the boulder of Turkey Ridge.

The turtledove could already see the fifteen-dollar face on the boulder, which had been reddened by the campfire.

"Great, give me a gun!"

The turtledove reached back without looking back.

However, he did not have the familiar barrel of the gun in his hand.

When he turned around, he saw the giant hard sitting in a daze, holding an empty bullet bag in his hand.

"Turtledove ......," the huge hard voice trembled.

The turtledove turned his gaze to the peso, whose mouth bit the barrel of the gun and did not speak. He grabbed the bullet pouch from his body and threw it at the giant hard.

The giant turned the bullet bag over, and three fell out of it.

The peso has been reloading much slower since one of the arms was wounded, so there are only three bullets left for the peso after the giant has run out of bullets.

That's their last firepower!

Turtledove returned the empty gun to Ju Hard, silently watching as Peso loaded his bullets with one hand and one mouth.

It took a while for the peso to load the bullet and hand it to the turtledove.

"What are you looking at me like that?" Peso asked curiously.

His voice was slurred, and the corners of his mouth were leaking.

"Nothing!" Turtledove grabbed the gun in his hand and said casually: "When this battle is won, Lao Tzu will give you a golden tooth!" ”

"Haha!" Peso laughed. "Good! Win! ”

This time, the turtledove did not retreat again.

He needs to get closer to the enemy in order to better distinguish the commander among them.

……

Unbeknownst to the turtledove, the real commander of the white army, Captain George, was already dead.

A gray-haired old woman had been lying on the ground, and when Captain George passed by him, the old woman grabbed Captain George's leg and burst two of Captain's eggs with a stone.

The old woman whose head was smashed open did not breathe immediately, her fists were clenched tightly, and she struggled for a while before she stopped moving.

Captain George rolled on the ground in pain and howled for an hour before he died.

This is probably the strangest white man to die since Columbus came to the New World.

The white soldiers, formed by the confluence of the two squads, were still cautiously marching towards the top of Turkey Ridge.

"Hurry, hurry! Only by rushing to the top of the mountain, we will win! ”

"Leave the Indians alone! Rush! Rush! ”

A shrill voice shouted, commanding the white soldiers who had managed to merge.

A feathered arrow silently shot out of the darkness, striking him right in the chest.

Andrew screamed and fell.

The feather arrow didn't kill him in the first place, but he couldn't move anymore.

"Leave me alone, keep rushing! Keep rushing! Andrew shouted.

"Sergeant Andrew! Sergeant Andrew! Several soldiers close to Andrew shouted.

The pace of the procession slowed down a bit.

At this moment, another guy jumped out and led the rest of the white soldiers onwards.

"Leave Sergeant Andrew alone! Hurry up! Follow me! ”

As soon as the guy finished shouting this, he heard gunshots in the darkness.

He stumbled and fell.

"Don't retreat! Don't retreat! Someone shouted, "Come back to Lao Tzu!" ”

"Hold on! Hold! "There are also people who shout orders that are diametrically opposed.

"Rush forward! Rush up - ah! ”

……

The turtledove was behind a rock less than fifty meters away from the white soldiers, watching the white soldiers fall into a chaotic situation.

He couldn't go back anymore, and he couldn't even move.

However, the enemy did not advance any further.

This war, fought until now, has finally stalemate again.

However, this stalemate is extremely fragile.

As time goes by, early morning will come sooner or later. The sky will get brighter and brighter.

When the day dawned, the gunfire of the white soldiers would undoubtedly prevail again.

The god of war seemed fair, but quietly moved his weight in the direction of the white soldiers.

However, the turtledove, which only has the last bullet left, has no other way but to wait!

……

Jeronimo's tribe began to slowly move north.

A grayish-yellow earth dog ran up to him.

"Aba!" Geronimo called out happily, took a strip of dried meat from his horse, and threw it over.

This is a turtledove tribe of the earth dog, Geronimo often quietly goes to the turtledove tribe to observe, in order not to be discovered by others, every time he will bring a strip of meat to stabilize the dog.

After a long time, the dog seemed to be his own.

"Aba! Eat! ”

The earth dog glanced at the dried meat on the ground, but did not take it.

Instead, he ran around in front of Geronimo, and then ran towards the south again.

After running some distance, he stopped, turned his head, and looked at Geronimo fixedly.

Geronimo's horse followed the procession, slowly moving forward.

"Aba!" Geronimo screamed again.

"Wang!"

"For you, eat!" Jerónimo threw another piece of meat over and landed in front of 'Aba'.

The gray-yellow earth dog looked at Geronimo, and finally whined twice and ran into the jungle.

Jerónimo looked at the dirt dog that had disappeared into the jungle and was silent for a moment.

Then he jerked the reins and reversed course.

"! Even the dog knows to help him! ”