The lightning on the wasteland tore through the sky one after another.

Fury Wind turned back in the rainstorm and looked at the festering ranks behind him, and at the flaming camp in the distance.

The torrential rain was so heavy that it could not extinguish the flames rising from the camp.

There was a rumbling sound in his ears, and he couldn't tell if it was cannon or thunder.

He was extremely glad that he had withdrawn before the enemy could open fire, otherwise he would have been smashed into a pulp by the artillery.

"Chief, you're so far-sighted!" Cow Dung rode his horse and shouted at the angry wind: "If you hadn't discovered the enemy's conspiracy in advance, I'm afraid we would have been bombarded by artillery!" ”

Fury Feng was stunned by this sycophant, but he didn't refuse.

The rain was so heavy that he yelled indiscriminately.

The knights beside him also shouted after him.

"Chief, the white army is catching up!" The mustang roared.

The angry wind stretched for a long time, and under this overwhelming rainstorm, 20,000 horses stretched for miles, and there was no head or tail in sight.

"Tell the people behind to resist! Be sure to resist Lao Tzu! The furious wind roared back.

The wild horse then hurried to the rear to give the order.

The artillery carriages were slow to deliver, and once the army of Fury Wind ran out of range of the cannons, as long as they did not stop to rest, the cannons would probably not be able to catch up.

It's just that the poor old and weak who were running slowly, were mercilessly left behind the team by the angry wind, and now in the mud, seeing that there was no hope of escape, they had to passively make some symbolic resistance.

It's not that they didn't want to surrender, it's just that the white army, under gunfire, never accepted the surrender of the Indians.

……

Christopher rode his horse and crossed the narrow Conchos River.

The battlefield in front of him is as erosive as mud on the ground.

His infantry warriors were valiant and invincible.

However, no matter how fierce the musket is, it can only shoot at a range of two or three hundred meters, and under the heavy rain, the range is even shorter. If you want to completely annihilate this group of Indians under your nose, you still have to rely on the two legs of the soldiers.

"Got it figured out? What the hell did Fury Wind go crazy about, and why did he suddenly flee north? Christopher yelled in the rain.

This victory came all too suddenly.

He almost couldn't believe that the angry wind had sworn so many poisonous oaths, stained so much white blood, and made such a huge pomp, and suddenly fled!

"Mr. Major!" The signal soldier could only shout and reply in the torrential rain: "I figured it out, he planned an operation codenamed 'Indian Force', saying that it was going to be a northern expedition!" ”

"The Northern Expedition? Whom? Christopher was a little confused.

But he didn't think about it for long, and further north, Colorado, Utah, Wyoming...... It was the land of the Sioux or Cheyenne. With the continuous westward expansion of the United States, that land is now full of American immigrants.

It is fair to say that it is also American land, and the Sioux are only temporarily living there!

Whoever Furywind's 'Indian Power' targeted, Christopher couldn't let him do what he wanted.

"Catch up!" Christopher immediately ordered: "You must bite them tightly, even if you chase them to Canada, you must destroy them all!" ”

"Yes, Major!"

"What about the cavalry? Why didn't the cavalry come yet? ”

"Mr. Major, it's already urging!"

"Rush again!"

Christopher was a little angry.

It's all to blame on the damned Lieutenant Ford, who went to the Buffalo Bazaar with two hundred cavalry, and it was a mess!

The El Paso Legion lost a wing of cavalry as a result, and it's a shame to say it!

Of course, there was another cavalry corps in the Legion, but that was under the personal command of the Legion Commander, Colonel Crockett, and it was impossible to send it to this battlefield!

"Major, Greenstone Village has one of our horse farms, why don't you go and get the horses there!" The accompanying staff officer advised.

A cavalryman needs a lot of training, especially in the era of muskets, and a cavalryman who can shoot on horseback is even less likely to be acquired overnight.

This is not something that infantry can do on horseback.

However, since it was chasing a group of fleeing and festering Indians, it was another matter.

"Go!" After only thinking for three seconds, Christopher gave the order to have all the three hundred horses in Greenstone Village Horse Farm come over.

The subordinates hurriedly took the order and left.

"Has Master Neville been contacted?"

"Got in touch, he's coming!" The guard replied.

"Good!" Christopher said, "When the young master comes back, tell him that I will lead the troops to chase the Indians." When I return, I'll go to him with the head of the Angry Wind! ”

"Yes, Mr. Major!"

This is often the case with the Indians.

The most troublesome thing is not to face their rocks and bows and arrows in the place of engagement, but to run desperately during the chase phase.

God knows what happened to these Indians, who obviously couldn't eat enough to eat, and their faces were yellow and thin, as if they could be blown down by a gust of wind.

But all of them are very capable of running!

What to run, the front is also dead, wouldn't it be better to wait for Lao Tzu to catch up and give you a good time?

……

To be precise, it might be a bit of a misservice to call this retreat of Fury a 'rout'.

After running for more than ten miles, Fury Wind stopped his horse and gathered some scattered soldiers everywhere.

If any of them couldn't run, the fury drove them to the back of the line and left them to fight their pursuers to the death.

He wanted to save as much of his weight as he could, so that in the future, whether he ran to Sioux land or had to try again to see if he could surrender to the whites, his life would be much better.

"Cow dung, do you know why the white army did not accept our surrender?" Fury Wind is actually asking sincerely. He really didn't figure out why Little Yellow Fur didn't accept his surrender.

But cow dung took the question as a test of the chief's intelligence.

"Chief, the answer is simple!" Cow dung replied, "Because in the eyes of the white man, only dead Indians are good Indians!" ”

This answer is irrefutable to Fury!

He had to roar at the sky.

All of a sudden, this pathetic, desperate howl rang out everywhere in his ranks.

The world is so big, why can't it accommodate Indians?

Why didn't a piece of this piece of land, where they had lived for thousands of years, belong to the Indians?

Where is the way out?

At this time, Fury only knew how to run north, he didn't know yet, and next, he was going to take the Indians behind him, running through mountains and waters, running through the wasteland, running through the jungle, and running into the cold winter of wind and snow......

On this journey of more than a thousand miles, he will have to leave one corpse after another.

His path of blood and tears has just begun.