Vote......

Turtledove thought he was joking, but after a while, he noticed that the heads of people at the bottom of the mountain were really moving......

I'm going to go!

Now he really has gained knowledge!

If you don't accept it, you can't!

……

"Ahh

There was a scream from the bottom of the hill, and then someone was scolding:

"Who tam kicked my horse!"

Then, the huge cavalry regiment began to move in clusters and swooped down the hill.

The turtledove put down his pistol, dismounted, and hid behind the horse.

Silently lit the torches that had been planted in the tunnel, waiting for the first gunshot.

He didn't enter the pit in the first place.

This first round of firefighting is the most lethal. If you can't draw the enemy closer, you'll be a wasted opportunity.

Previously, in order to lure this white army here, they killed 6 soldiers as soon as they came!

Moreover, just behind this group of black cavalry under the nose, there was an even larger infantry regiment on the way.

The situation is not optimistic at all!

……

When the white army was about three hundred meters away, the guy in front of them couldn't help but shoot.

Nothing hit, just the horses on the hill, which had been used as cover, raised their heads uneasily and looked around.

"Hey, turtledoves, they're in our range!" The lame veteran next to him said.

Attacking from the bottom of the mountain, the distance of the bullets is not enough. But shooting from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain, 300 meters is enough.

However, in this scene, the musket is destined to be only a supporting role.

"Don't move yet! Wait for them to get closer! Turtledove said.

"How close?"

The turtledove thought for a moment and said, "If I don't do it, you won't move!" ”

"Okay!" Lame veterans should arrive. Then one by one, the message was passed on.

The sound of sparse running footsteps sounded in the trenches, and soldiers scurried around like rats, adjusting their fire according to their own understanding.

……

Turtledove originally wanted to shoot a starting pistol, and the target was the unlucky guy who was squeezed to the front.

But when he saw the cavalry coming up from the bottom of the hill, he suddenly changed his mind.

This is thanks to the 'vote' they had when they were in battle, which inspired him -

Look at the offensive posture of this white army, all of them are thinking about picking up cheap for nothing, where is there anyone who is willing to suffer!

Although it looked like a large group of people and horses were pressed by the black, one was counted as one, and they all shrank behind the person in front of them. As long as the person in front of them has not fallen, they will never show their heads.

In other words, as long as the unlucky guy at the front doesn't get shot, the offensive formation will remain in place, and maybe not until it's face to face with the enemy.

In that case, Ikaruga thought, why should I be embarrassed by that unlucky bastard?

With such a dense formation, it can be maintained a little longer!

……

The white army fired a flurry of gunfire about 100 meters from the top of the hill, and the horses on the top of the hill were hit, some fell on the spot, and some of the surviving ones neighed and ran away in both directions.

The horse in front of the turtledove fell, but struggled to get up. Hot blood erupted from its belly, and 'snort' poured over the turtledove's body.

The rest of the soldiers jumped into the trench, and only the turtledove was still standing.

Holding the gun, in full view of everyone, pull the trigger.

The bullet went over the unlucky guy at the top and hit one of the lucky taller ones in the crowd.

"Damn, it's crooked!"

He scolded fiercely, dropped the gun in his hand, took the new gun handed over by the giant hard, and continued to aim-

During the middle of the action, there was a bit of a commotion in that white army because one of the guys in the team had been hit!

But they also reacted quickly, sticking out the long and short barrels of the guns through the cracks and aiming them at the turtledove's position.

The turtledove did not dare to show off his ability to dodge bullets under such concentrated firepower, so he jumped into the trench with a strange scream.

With this movement of his, a group of bullets flew over his head with a 'buzz'!

Crackling gunshots rang out in an endless stream.

He couldn't help but laugh.

"Haha, interesting!"

……

Turtledove can't remember the first time he's been in battle.

Ever since he crossed over to become an Indian, he has struggled with life and death almost every day.

Either they are fighting the enemy with open fire, or they are quietly calculating others.

It is a miracle that he has survived until now.

When he fired his first shot at the cowboy named 'Joyin' outside Laredo's town, he couldn't even hold his gun steadily;

When he shot the white men in the Harrison River Valley, he needed hysterical laughter to hide and vent his fears;

When he leads the horde in Turkey Ridge to fight the enemy to the death, he still worries about what he will do if he dies.

When he led the watermill to fight back on the way to pursue the furious wind, he was actually more afraid than anyone else!

However, after fighting one battle after another, to this day, even the most delicate and smooth nerves have been grinded rough!

No matter how worried you are, you are used to it!

Is he afraid of this battle?

No, it doesn't matter if you're afraid or not.

Isn't that how life goes?

It's just a daily routine!

So, at this time, he was still in the mood to chat loudly with the lame veteran in the pit next to him.

"Hey, Silverbar! Don't tell me, your legs are scared! ”

"Hey, turtledove! Have you forgotten, I don't have any legs, how can I be soft? The lame veteran was chewing tobacco leaves in his mouth, and he spoke in a snoring voice, with an accent that he didn't know from the tribe, which was difficult to understand, but the turtledove could understand it.

"Oh, I almost forgot. Your leg, I remember, broke in the battle at Turkey Ridge? ”

"Isn't it?" The lame veteran said: "My legs were so weak that I couldn't get a bullet from nowhere!" ”

"When this battle is over, it's time for you to marry a wife!" Turtledove said.

"What do you do with a wife? Suffer with me? ”

"I'll give you a son!"

"What do you do when you have a son? Suffer with me? ”

……

The turtledove could clearly see the unlucky guy at the front.

He didn't look like the other cowboys, he was dressed in new clothes, his face was still green, and the gun he held in his hand was also very new, with a longer barrel than the others, and at a glance he knew that it was the latest product from a gunsmith.

Ikaruga has seen many such young people - they have listened to rumors of guns and wealth, and have dreams of becoming famous, and even their childhood sweethearts have not had time to say goodbye to them, so they can't wait to rush to the battlefield......

Icargove has killed many such young people!