"Haha!"

The turtledove was laughing wildly.

There was a hoarse wail in my ears!

"Spare your life!" "Don't!" "Let go of me! Let me go! "You demons, you're going to hell!"

It's cruel!

He turned his back away, and he couldn't bear to see this cruel scene!

But his shoulders couldn't help shaking.

Is...... It's comforting!

Blood and wails of the enemy!

"Haha! Hahaha! ”

At first, he was still chuckling inhibitively, but in the end, he couldn't hold back anymore and laughed wildly!

Tears in my eyes!

……

Just when the turtledove gathered its routs and began to move south to meet the enemy.

At that time, the full moon in the sky had not yet come out.

Fifteen dollars snatched the salt horse, and began to desperately pursue the turtledove north.

"Turtledove!"

"Turtledove!"

He shouted all the way and rode on a rampage.

Anyone who stood in his way was directly knocked away by him, and the horses trampled mercilessly over those who stood in his way.

Whenever he met a familiar person, he would ask, "Have you seen a turtledove?" ”

He savagely shouted at every headless Indian soldier, scolded them, whipped them, and told them to find turtledoves!

When he met the greyhound, he mercilessly smashed the whip in his hand on the greyhound's body, and asked him with tears in his eyes: "Greyhound, didn't you say that you would never leave the turtledove?" Why? Why did you lose your turtle dove? ”

He met the parrot and whipped it with a loud whip.

"Parrot, why didn't you stand in front of the turtledove when the enemy's cannon sounded?"

He met the scalp.

"Scalp, you piece of shit! Turtledoves shouldn't be so nice to you! ”

Like a madman, he completely abandoned his dignity and shame, gave up all pretense and reserve, insulted these people, whipped them.

Everyone was driven forward by him, following him in search of the turtledove, which they had accidentally lost.

Whether it was the flag owner or the captain, they all followed him silently.

Those who have horses ride horses, and those who don't have horses can only walk on their legs desperately.

Fifteen dollars didn't care about the Indian soldiers who had already run and vomited, but just drove the horses under him. When one dies, it is immediately replaced by another.

Until finally he had no horse to ride, and he ran as hard as he could.

"Where is the turtledove?"

"The turtledove is just ahead! It's just ahead, idiot! ”

The line behind him was at first like a stream of water spilled on the ground, scattered and chaotic in all directions.

Gradually, however, all the currents converged towards him, forming a rolling dragon.

Except for the sound of footsteps and the panting of more than 200 people, no one spoke, and everyone was running with their heads bored.

They climbed over the low hills, crossed waist-deep streams, and passed through dense woods, scaring packs of wild wolves into unwillingly scurrying, and frightening gathered vultures into hovering in the sky for a long time.

The corpses that fell all the way did not frighten them, and the sound of gunfire in front of them made everyone particularly excited.

"The turtledove is ahead!"

"Turtledove! Here we go! ”

They shouted and rushed to the brilliant gunfire in the darkness!

……

Major Christopher was stunned by the Indians who suddenly rushed behind him!

Just ten minutes earlier, he had once again caught up with the broken group left behind by Fury. The battle line has been opened, and the barrel of the gun is hot -

Immediately after receiving orders from Commander Brooke, Christopher intensified his assault on Fury.

However, this so-called strengthening is actually unsatisfactory.

Fury Wind was completely desperate for his life, and he left behind one team of his own warriors and headed towards the north.

Christopher is trapped in this cycle of defeat, pursuit, defeat, pursuit.

He felt like he was chasing a gecko with countless tails, from Texas to New Mexico, and from New Mexico to Colorado, and if he continued like this, he suspected that he was about to chase Wyoming!

However, El Paso's order to himself was that the battle must be over within three days!

Three days?

How can it be!

His soldiers were musketeers, not long-distance runners!

Despite this, Christopher still resolutely carried out the orders issued by El Paso, abandoned some unnecessary baggage, and pursued the enemy lightly.

According to the information he had obtained, there was a sizable Indian army behind him at this time. But there was no need to worry at all, Second Lieutenant Mourning and three infantry companies had already bitten it.

God knows how these Indians dared to run out of the mountains?

If they continue to hide in the mountains, there may be a chance to repeat the miracle of annihilating Lieutenant George.

But when you get out of the mountains, it's tantamount to throwing yourself into a net!

Well, even if Ensign Mourning is a softie, a 'scientist' obsessed with evil research, even the most incredible thing has happened again: the Indians have really defeated him again!

Even then, it would be at least the afternoon of the next day before they could catch up.

To their northeast was a small town of Denver, where a militia of nearly five hundred men was heading west, intending to stop the raging winds outside the town.

Tomorrow afternoon, that militia will almost have to join up with him.

At that point, even if the Indian army behind catches up, so what?

What they will face will be a combined army of themselves and the Denver militia, with a strength of up to 1,000 men!

Major Christopher was a cautious man.

But he is not so cautious as to be arrogant and frightened.

It's not that he looks down on the Indians, but the countless battles in the past have proved that the Indians' combat effectiveness is incomparably low, military discipline is slightly equal to nothing, tactics are just a simple rush forward, and the will to fight is even more frequently weak.

It is no exaggeration to say that even with all the Indians of the world in front of him, as long as there is an infantry team of thousands of people, Christopher is completely confident that he can defeat them!

All in all, that army of Indians is not worth distracting him at all!

In order to complete the task of defeating the furious wind in three days, Christopher boldly adopted a new tactic:

He jumped over a part of the rear team abandoned by Fury and carried out a big outflanking within the limits of his forces!

He did it!

This time, with 500 soldiers under his command, he surrounded at least 2,000 Indians led by Fury.

His line of troops became somewhat sparse as a result, but the Indians who surrounded him, with the exception of a very small number, had no courage to resist.

They behave like goats waiting to be slaughtered, no, goats run around in desperate situations.

But these Indians, they won't do anything but cry!

Christopher didn't understand all sorts of strange Indian languages. Occasionally, there were a few English-like pleas for mercy, which were interrupted by gunfire.

The next step is to move forward and shoot step by step!

After the team was encircled, Major Christopher found a place, uncovered the treasured water bag, and took a sip of the stolen whiskey!

A mouthful of throat –

Squirt out again!

"I ×!"

"Assemble! Gather! Hurry up! Christopher screamed, and the hydration bag fell to the ground.

Right in his sight, a group of Indians, panting for breath, were about to rush in front of him!