Until a war horse with no one on his back broke into Lieutenant Mourning's line of sight......

"Harris, what's going on?" Second Lieutenant Mourning asked suspiciously.

"Less...... Second Lieutenant," Harris stammered a few words, looked at Second Lieutenant Mourning, and suddenly shouted loudly: "Second Lieutenant, the front is defeated, let's run!" ”

After that, he actually stretched out his hand, grabbed the reins of the war horse under Lieutenant Moning, and pulled it back.

"What? What did you say? Second Lieutenant Mourning didn't react for a moment.

"Second lieutenant, the front army is defeated, defeated!" Harris was in a hurry.

His already panicked psychological defense line suddenly collapsed when a word came out at this time. He could no longer afford to cover up calmly, and shouted at Second Lieutenant Moning: "There is an Indian army coming at us, the front army has been defeated, defeated......"

Second Lieutenant Mourning was stunned for a moment, then snatched the reins from Harris's hand.

"Fart! I'll check it out! Second Lieutenant Mourning said.

Second Lieutenant Mourning has been in the army for many years and has never been defeated!

On this vast continent, the Indians, the French, and the Russians are not opponents of the US military!

This kind of pride cultivated by victory in a hundred battles is exactly what the Indians at this time are desperately lacking.

He would never believe that the Indians could defeat him!

With that, ignoring Harris's obstruction, he drove his horse into the darkness ahead.

Harris was left stunned on horseback, not daring to move forward or retreat.

I had to shout at the soldiers who were still looking down in the dark night in all directions: "Don't look for it! Don't look for it! The Indians called! The Indians called! Hurry up and meet the enemy! ”

It's a pity......

Second Lieutenant Mourning has always been a 'good guy' in the army. As cruel to the Indians he was, he was as tolerant as he was to the whites. The soldiers were not afraid of him at all, and as a laboratory assistant and confidant of Second Lieutenant Moning, he had no prestige.

Several of the soldiers who were close to Harris even raised their heads to mock him:

"Don't be afraid, Harris! I'll help you defeat them when I look for them again! ”

"We're not afraid of the Indians, we're just afraid that someone will pick up my peso!"

Harris hurriedly said to them, "The front army has been defeated, and even the second lieutenant has gone to the front to investigate-"

"Haha, Harris!" A soldier looked at Harris like a fool: "We are the front army, where is the defeat?" ”

……

Turtledove led his army, breaking through the black night, and headed forward.

He never imagined that war would be so simple!

There was no need for him to scream hoarsely, or to run back and forth to command.

Along the way, several more ownerless horses were found, and the horses were not afraid of the battlefield, they stood quietly in place, their noses sniffing around the ground, as if waiting for a new owner.

Several people came out of his team one after another and mounted their horses.

It didn't take long for a dozen horses to be gathered.

Now, he can be regarded as having a 'cavalry' again.

"Turtledove!" The temporarily appointed cavalry captain took the initiative to move closer, "I'll take the cavalry to outflank their rear, right?" ”

After a moment's thought, the turtledove agreed to this bold suggestion.

It was a great waste of cavalry to let the cavalry follow the line of infantry. Moreover, the speed of movement of the cavalry and infantry could not be the same, but interfered with the uniform movement of the infantry line.

"Go, watermill!" Turtledove said.

He wanted to make some suggestions about the waterwheel, but then dismissed the idea.

He was not an all-knowing and all-powerful god, and it was impossible for him to control what his cavalry should do through the darkness of the night.

Instead of giving some unrealistic advice to tie the watermill to his feet, it is better to simply trust him and let him decide for himself how to fight.

"Okay, turtledove!"

The watermill shouted happily, and then shouted at the dozen or so cavalry under his command, and ran into the darkness from the flank.

This guy named 'Waterwheel' was originally the assistant Anderson had brought in, the one named 'Muller'. Although he took the initiative to take refuge long before Ikaruga dealt with Anderson, there is no doubt that he has Anderson's mark on his body.

For this reason, Turtledove never reused him. Even if his performance has always been impressive.

However, talent is talent!

On the night of the crushing defeat of the turtledove tribe, the watermill finally gets a chance that the turtledove has to reuse him.

……

Shortly after the watermill left with more than a dozen cavalry.

Seven or eight white soldiers rushed from behind, and a rain of bullets met them.

Then the turtledove's team naturally returned in a rain of bullets.

Without a hitch, the white cavalry fell under their horses, and the horses neighed, some fell, and some began to run back.

The leaf at the front of the flag-carrying paused and stood still.

Holding the flagpole in his hand, he slowly turned his head and shouted at the turtledove on the far right of the line:

"Turtledove! I...... Only...... Here we go! ”

The turtledove was stunned for a moment, but the pace of the march did not stop.

"Corn, go replace the leaves!" The turtledove said loudly.

So another soldier ran out from the turtledove's side and rushed over to grab the banner of the leaves.

It took a lot of effort for the corn to snatch the flagpole out of the leaf's hand.

The team is still moving forward, and it is not stopping there.

It's just that the two soldiers in the middle glanced at him as they passed by the leaves.

The face of the leaves is like a lump of lakes, and the eyes and nose can no longer be seen. The sound of running water bubbled in his chest.

He just stood there, his hands held up to his chest, as if he was still holding the flag. He hadn't fallen until the team had left him.

He should have a lot more to say.

He should also have a lot of unfinished business to do.

However, he can only go so far!

……

Turtledove passes by a white soldier who is still alive.

The soldier may have been an officer, for he was noticeably neater than the others, and wore a high hat on his head.

"I'm the Commander...... Alonzo...... Second Lieutenant Mourning, save me! Save me! There was a gurgling sound in his throat, and large mouthfuls of blood foamed from his mouth.

"Indians...... Mr. Indian...... Save me...... Help me......"

As the turtledove passed by him, the 'corpse' suddenly reached out and tried to grab the turtledove's ankle.

The turtledove stepped down hard, stepped on his neck, and crushed it hard. The pace of progress has not stopped in the slightest.

This time, no one can stop him!

No, no one can stop 'them'!

The leaves are standing behind them, watching them!