If he had a choice, Turtledove didn't want to fight such a flustered sniper battle.

If he had a choice, he would probably leave someone else to break the rear, and then personally lead the main force himself, heading north to fight the furious wind to flank Christopher's infantry regiment.

If he had the choice, he wouldn't even fight any enemy at such a time, in such a place, when his own team was exhausted to the extreme!

However, he had no choice!

When the enemy wants to hit you, they won't ask you if you're ready.

For this reason, the turtledove can only say to them:

Come and fight, I accept!

……

Meteorologist Parrot had predicted rain tonight, but he was only half right.

Tonight the moon just came out a moment before it retracted, and the sky didn't rain.

Under the double deception of night and gunsmoke, a group of brave white soldiers chased after them from the south, and they were greeted by a rain of bullets that cut their heads and covered their faces!

They ran back screaming again.

"Indians! Native American! ”

"They have guns! Damn, they're still lined up! ”

"Array! Array! ”

After the smoke of gunpowder, all kinds of shouting and screaming suddenly sounded.

Because the speed at which the soldiers of the turtledove tribe switched from fleeing to fighting was a little too fast, the white soldiers after the smoke of gunfire had not yet woken up.

It's really that they killed the rout soldiers too well, where would they have thought that they would suddenly encounter this encounter?

The rout of the turtledove tribe was too fast and too uncontrollable, which also affected the pursuers to a certain extent, so that the pursuers formed a north-south longitudinal line, and for a while, it may be okay to form a few war groups, but it is impossible to organize a large-scale line array!

Turtledove fired a shot, then handed it to Peso, and re-took a new loaded gun from the great hard.

"Forward!"

When the turtledove got the new gun in his hand, he suddenly yelled!

Originally, he wanted to intercept the pursuers from the south right here.

But after seeing the white soldiers screaming and rushing into the smoke, he suddenly had an idea:

Although it is difficult to assemble a team in a hurry, isn't it the same with the pursuers?

Instead of waiting here for them to gather slowly, it is better to take the initiative to bump into it while you are ready now!

He made such a decision decisively, considering only the time of a reload.

Hesitation is a taboo in battle, he has already suffered a loss!

It's a big deal, this one hit the head, and the head broke the blood.

But it's better than waiting here, waiting for the enemy to assemble and fight.

"Forward!"

The turtledove took the first step.

At his side, more than fifty soldiers moved in unison.

They held their guns and kept their eyes glued to the front.

"Forward!"

The turtledove quickened its pace. Everyone trotted along.

……

Second Lieutenant Mourning, who commanded Hamilton Manor, commanded an army of nearly 300 men in three infantry companies and six mountain artillery wagons.

After receiving the order from the new commander, Brooke, to make an all-out sortie, Second Lieutenant Mourning immediately went into action.

If the enemy was a Frenchman, or a Canadian, or even a Mexican, Ensign Monin might hesitate.

But the Indians ...... Hehe, will a hunter be afraid of too much prey?

The reckless Indian scout turned around and ran as he approached Hamilton Manor, giving Second Lieutenant Mourning a golden opportunity.

He immediately led his troops into an attack, and soon found the hiding place of the Indian troops.

The artillery took the lead in the attack.

Second Lieutenant Mourning was a native of America, and his grandfather even dates back to the time of the Boston Tea Incident. Although his grandfather did not participate in that great war, he also provided strategic materials such as cotton and tung oil to American soldiers at that time.

So, Second Lieutenant Mourning has always been proud of it.

Throughout his two decades in the military, he was proud that his ancestors were American soldiers. If it had been in the ancient days of the king, perhaps there would have been a 'Knights of the Round Table' in his family.

As long as you work harder, it won't be long before the Moning family will become a famous family.

But when the glory of the ancestors came to him, there seemed to be a little accident - what made him wonder why he was labeled as a 'good old man'!

This has made him very unhappy all the time.

Why?

Is it because he once released an Indian captive?

That was during the 'Black Hawk War' with the Southern Indians eight years earlier.

During that time, Monin always had nightmares at night, dreaming that the Indians were asking for revenge on him. It wasn't until he freed the Indian captive that he was slightly better.

But ever since, people have always laughed at him and called him a 'good old man'!

This label was attached to Ensign Mourning for eight years.

During these eight years, no matter how Lieutenant Mourning tried to defend himself, it was meaningless.

When people mention him together, they will always say, "That good old man Mo Ning ......"

Oh, God!

To hell with these people!

I have more blood on my hands than any Indians they have ever seen!

Monin built an Indian laboratory, and he invented a lot of strange experimental equipment, and kept the Indians in it for all kinds of experiments.

He invited many of his friends to visit his experiments, and the Indians behaved inhumanely in the presence of all:

There was an Indian mother who was hungry and devoured her child......

There was also an old Indian who had copulation with his granddaughter......

The Indians pretended to believe in Christ, but at the stake they confessed their collusion with Satan......

All kinds of facts prove that the Indians were uncivilized creatures.

His laboratory was so famous that a reporter from the Texas Daily wrote a report on it, "On the Relationship between Indian Creatures and Humans," which caused a great response.

Mourning also received many indignant letters, asking him to seize the opportunity to dispose of every Indian creature without mercy!

But even so, people will still call him "Good Old Man Moning" behind his back!

It's disgusting!

As long as there is an Indian creature in this world, this label will probably be attached to his body forever.

The war was a crushing battle from the beginning, and that Indian force was simply vulnerable!

Two shells shattered their camp!

Ensign Mourning's soldiers hurriedly began the pursuit, and in order to speed up, he had to abandon the slow-moving artillery carriage.

……

"Hurry, hurry! Kids, rush for me! Monin rode on horseback, shouting at his men.

"Harris, remember to catch me two alive, it's time for my lab to replenish with new material!" Mourning shouted to one of the sergeants in the ranks, who was his experimental assistant.

Just as the brave white soldiers in front met the turtledove's first hail of bullets, Second Lieutenant Mourning was at the rear of his ranks, accusing his two soldiers of not fighting over a gold coin.