"Roar!"

The group of Indian cavalry in front of him was becoming clearer and clearer in Bill's eyes.

He let out a low roar of excitement in his throat, and he bowed himself on the back of the horse, his back slightly arched.

His right hand was now free from the horse's reins, and his left hand was gently placed on his chest, and he relied purely on his legs to clamp the horse's belly so hard that even his breathing was synchronized with the undulation of the horse's back.

His eyes were preoccupied with the Indian army that was about to collide with him.

The palm of his right hand unconsciously leaned against the crotch on both sides, and the fingers felt cold and familiar.

In addition to the rumbling hooves of horses, only the heavy gasps of the soldiers could be heard.

Getting closer and closer-

It's getting closer—

Preparation –

……

Just as he was about to collide with the imposing cavalry wall on the opposite side, the turtledove gently flicked his horse's head.

Looking down from above, it was clear that the Indian cavalry, a group of 20 or so men, had cut through the white cavalry regiment at an obtuse angle of about 120 degrees, and cut through his flank in a tangential manner.

"Bang!"

The sudden burst of gunfire gathered together, only for a moment, like a sudden explosion of thunder.

On both sides are experienced veterans, who know how to shoot with their eyes closed.

At the moment when they staggered, all of them found an opportunity to open fire almost at the same time.

It's just that riding and archery is a metaphysics after all.

Bows and arrows are even more stable than muskets.

Even the turtledove couldn't do it, and at the moment of staggering with the white army, he put the auxiliary line in his sight on someone. He could only shoot at the dense part of the crowd, and as for whether he hit or not, it was left to Providence.

In the time of this shot, the two cavalry teams had already staggered.

Someone was shot and fell off his horse;

A horse accidentally collided head-on with the opposite side, and the person turned over on his back;

When the turtledove changed his gun and was about to turn around to shoot, he found that the white army had been left far behind.

The soldiers around him are scarce, and I don't know how many there are.

But now is not the time to consider battle damage.

Not far ahead, there was a dense line of infantry, holding long muskets, like porcupines covered with thorns.

At this time, if there is still a Tonatiu legion, then he will definitely take this opportunity to insert his cavalry into this infantry line, stirring up the opponent's back, and thus winning a great victory.

It's just a pity that it is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice.

With such a good opportunity in front of him, the only thing he can do is to run away!

In order to make his escape more realistic, he even shouted while running:

"Withdraw! Evacuate! The enemy is too strong! ”

"Quick! Run! We can't beat it! ”

"Protect me! Bastard, come and protect me! ”

……

Even with Bill's fast gunner's ability, in the split second when the two cavalry teams staggered, he could only fire three rounds from the revolver.

The remaining three bullets are completely unnecessary, and it is a waste to shoot them.

The cavalry, which sprinted in both directions, was able to stretch the distance to more than 50 meters in just one second, which was almost beyond the effective firing range of the revolver.

And as an old cowboy, Bill wasn't the closest to the enemy in his cavalry regiment.

"Chase!"

Bill yelled, pulling the reins and turning the horse's head.

His large cavalry circled the plain in a very small radius, almost at a direct turning angle, and pursued it in the direction of the Indian cavalry's escape.

There was some confusion in his cavalry, but it wasn't a big deal.

In countless battles with the Indians, these Indians always seemed to have the delusion that they didn't know where they came from. They thought that the muskets of the whites were stronger than them, so their horsemanship should be stronger than that of the whites.

However, in fact, Heaven has never been fair.

It not only gave the white man a powerful weapon, but also gave the white man horseman's riding skill as no one else.

The Indians, relying on their self-righteous horsemanship, smashed their heads and bleed again and again in the contest with the whites, but they never knew how to learn their lessons.

"These arrogant Indians!" Bill yelled, "Even if it's riding, Lao Tzu can torture you to death!" ”

More than ten years ago, in that large-scale Black Hawk War, Bill was deeply impressed by the overwhelming cavalry of the Indians, and every time he thought about it, he felt creepy.

Now, he has decided to use his cavalry to complete this soul redemption!

Snyder followed Bill closely, his brow furrowed, but he shook his head and didn't say anything more.

On this endless plain, is there anything else that can't be ambushed?

Even if there were, with the clumsy combat skills of the Indians, what could they ambush?

Maybe it's just the right time to take this opportunity to destroy the main force of the turtledove in one fell swoop.

You must know that in addition to these more than 100 cavalry, behind them, there are more than 300 infantry followers!

It's really a problem, it's a big deal to wait two more days, and when the gun truck catches up, then all the trouble can be solved.

"Snyder! What are they talking about? Bill asked aloud.

The voices of the group of Indians in front of them came faintly.

"Captain, they're on the run!"

"I know they're running away!" Bill said, "That feathered guy, is he talking?" ”

"Yes, Captain!" Snyder replied loudly, confirming that his commander had heard correctly. "He's saying, let his soldiers hurry up and protect him and retreat!"

"Useless guy! He can't escape! Bill said.

The fleeing Indian cavalry in front of them had only about 20 men when they first appeared, and after this first round of collisions, there were only a dozen or so left.

……

The opponent was weaker than expected, which piqued Bill's excitement even more.

What he likes the most is to meet this kind of opponent who is obviously ridiculously weak, but he can't help himself.

He can tease him, defeat him, and kill him without any scruples!

Take everything from him and listen to his wail!

He's a cowboy, not one of the stupid gladiators of Fort Laramie, who doesn't care about fairness and rules.

For some reason, when he saw the turtledove covered in feathers, Bill couldn't control his murderous intent.

It is an aversion from the soul, just as the sun hates the night, the angels hate demons, and the cat hates mice...... You will want to kill it and then quickly!

He believed in his own feelings!

When a person wanders the wasteland for 10 years and can still make a name for himself, the weapon he relies on to survive will definitely not be his marksmanship.

"Rush up to Lao Tzu!"

"Whoever kills that turtledove! Lao Tzu gave him a thousand dollars! Bill shouted.

As he shouted these words, he clearly felt that the speed of the horses on his left and right sides had increased a little.

MD old cowboy, sure enough, he still stayed!