Fifteen stood alone on the balcony, where the turtledoves often stood, watching the procession of turtledoves fade away from the night.

Now, he's the tallest man in the city.

Standing where the turtledove had stood, he felt how fierce the wind was in Mount Braque.

The night dew is deep and the starry sky is vast.

He couldn't help but wrap himself in his clothes, and his ears recalled what Ikaruga had said to him during the day.

"In this battle, I may die!"

"But you don't have to worry. Even after my death, the Indians will miss the glory of this city. ”

"There will be a legend of a holy city on the Great Plains, and as long as there is an Indian left, they will strive for that goal."

"It's like Tenochtitlan, and to this day, the Indians there want to rebuild it. Even in another two hundred years, there will still be countless Indians who want to dig it out of the ground and let it see the light of day again! ”

"As long as the dream is there, the hope is there!"

"After my death, the city will be handed over to you! I don't know what it will turn out of, and the fate of the Indians is something that only the Indians themselves can grasp. ”

"I've been in this world, I've worked hard, and I've given you the best! It's not worth this life! ”

"Come on, fifteen dollars!"

In the cold night wind, Fifteen dollars only felt that the wind was blowing all over his face.

For a moment, he wanted to jump off the balcony and catch up with the turtledove.

But now fifteen dollars is no longer the little slave it once was.

He no longer had a head on his shoulders, he had to carry many other things.

"Come on, turtledove!"

"Come on, let's go!"

"The next time you fight, I'm sure I won't put you in this danger again!"

……

Captain Bill's team was a mix of cavalry and infantry.

In order to increase his chances of victory, Fremont equipped him with five more mountain cannons before leaving.

Infantry, cavalry and artillery are mixed, and this is the most classic army configuration on the American continent at this time.

The line of infantry pushed forward, the flank cavalry advanced, and the rear artillery cover was just the same as coming and going, even on the blazing European continent.

It's just a clever use, and it is a heart.

The same five hundred, Napoleon could take Paris without firing a single shot, Bolívar could take it from Haiti to Venezuela, Garibaldi could take it through the powerful Italy......

But fast gunner Bill, he will only think that the artillery is slowing down his march.

Especially when crossing the Yellowstone River, Captain Beale decisively abandoned his artillery because the swelling water made the river wider and the river more rapid, and the bulky gun carriages could not find a suitable ferry for a while.

As a veteran of Florida's Black Hawk War, Bill didn't look down on artillery so much.

But who called his opponents Indians?

In countless past experiences, the Indians were notoriously weak. His boss, Fremont, could rely on a few dozen guns to bury alive the Blackfoot, a large tribe of thousands of people.

Bill, the fast gunner, felt that if he didn't win, he would be insulting himself and his boss.

There are ten days left until Easter, and if the fighting can be resolved in five days, the remaining five days will be spent on the road, just in time to get back to Oregon on Easter Day!

After abandoning the five mountain cannons, Bill and his team quickly crossed the Yellowstone River.

Fremont's marching staff officer for him worriedly advised him that it was best to wait a little longer, for it would be difficult to capture White Rock without artillery—

"Haha! Snyder, you're thinking too much! If our opponent was Napoleon, of course I would have brought enough artillery, but our opponent was the Indians, what are you afraid of? ”

Snyder persuaded, "But, that turtledove defeated Mr. Kit Carson's elite army just two weeks ago!" ”

"Elite? We are the elite! Bill shouted.

The group of mercenaries he recruited were all cowboys who were wandering the wasteland just like him.

Ping Suri often pulled out his gun and faced each other, and the guy who thought he was the boss of God and his second brother shouted when he heard the sound.

"Let's fight the elite!"

"You go and ask, whether the elite head is made of iron or stone, is it harder than the lead in Lao Tzu's hands!"

With the unbridled shouting of these people, all kinds of long and short guns flew in their hands like butterflies wearing flowers, and the posture was quite like that of a large South Asian country, and for a while it really frightened the cautious Snyder.

Not to mention anything else, it was the posture of throwing the gun, Rao is Snyder is well-informed, and he is still shocked, how has he ever seen such a tiger and wolf army?

What's more, the morale of the team is so high, which is definitely not a bad thing.

"Well, Mr. Bill, you're the boss, it's up to you here!" Snyder stepped back in a huff.

……

In this era, the mercenaries of North America have their own roots, and they are by no means soft persimmons to be kneaded.

With the establishment of the United States of America, under various coincidences, all kinds of militia units made great efforts. However, after the establishment of the federal government, these militia organizations were directly disbanded, and to put it mildly, it was called "respecting the independent defense power of the state government".

But power is a monster, and it is inherently centralized. After the establishment of the federal government, it found that it had no guns to command people, so in 1824, it gathered various militia organizations and unified them into the 'National Guard'!

It was not until 1903 that the U.S. Congress officially authorized the U.S. government to form a force under the direct jurisdiction of the federal government and the U.S. government, which became the predecessor of the U.S. military.

That is to say, for more than 100 years after the founding of the United States, in fact, the federal government did not have an army, and it was all a group of militias and mercenaries defending the country - the unique geographical location of North America determined that it would not have a strong enemy, Europe was too far away, South America was too weak, and militias and mercenaries were enough to protect the country.

That's where the psychological advantage of Bill's kind comes in!

That's right, they kill people and set fires, JY kidnaps, buys things with counterfeit money, plays cards, doesn't give money in the skin business, and finds people to shoot cold guns during duels......

But they are also the defenders and founders of the federal government, good citizens who enjoy 'natural human rights plus', and heroic fighters who fight for 'justice' and 'fairness'.

They have guns in their hands, so they have the power to interpret the law and morality.

Any team, as long as it firmly believes that what it is doing is righteous and what it is engaged in is great, then it naturally has a layer of defensive shield. As for the Führer or the Emperor, it is good to be confident.

Therefore, the team that Bill the Gunner hastily recruited seems to be in a hurry, but it is by no means a rabble.

Not only do they believe that they will win, but they also believe that they stand for justice!

"Kill all the Indians there!"

"We are heroes who fight for America!"