On the hill, a figure stood up sparsely.

It's just that there were 21 people when they came, and now there are only 9 left.

The turtledove counted several times, yes, there were 9 people in total, and I couldn't count the 10th person.

The hot wind on the Great Plains had no direction, and a red blood mist rose from the ground, flying along with the black gunsmoke. Sometimes it takes the shape of a human being, and then it is scattered by the wind and rises into the sky.

No one cheered. For them, victory is just a part of a long journey, ordinary.

No one wept bitterly. The death of their companions has long been commonplace for them, and perhaps one day even they themselves will die.

It's like an ordinary day, they wake up from their early morning sleep, and start lighting a fire, cooking, fetching water, feeding the pigs, and going to death calmly.

Victory or defeat has long since lost its meaning to them. Today is victorious, but the future still needs to fight; Even if they lose today, as long as they are alive, they will choose to continue fighting;

To live or to die is but an ordinary part of the endless years.

They had already completely entrusted everything they had, from body to soul, to the turtledove, to the eight-colored banner that could no longer be found, but still existed in their hearts!

The flag is there, they are there;

The flags are gone, they are still there!

Kuauchtmok, this unknown emperor, because of this battle, will surely reawaken people's memories of him!

Kuauchtmok, a nameless hill, because of this battle, will surely become a clear sign on all maps, whether white or Indian, henceforth, whenever they see it, they will involuntarily stop their gaze.

And no matter what others will think of this battle, for the nine people who survived, it doesn't seem to be particularly worth remembering today.

Maybe in the future they will tell this story to others, but most of them will not even remember what day it is.

From the time the turtledove built the first foundation in the forest of the Madre Mountains, there have been so many battles that have been as exciting as they are today!

"April 6, 1843, Qing, today I lost 2 pesos to the old lame man in playing cards, and the old lame man is dead, so I don't have to pay it back!" Scalp wrote in his diary.

……

The white infantry was far behind the cavalry.

Everyone is not stupid, knowing that Captain Bill is going with a huge cavalry regiment, what are you doing running over to do it? Grab the credit?

Within 2 kilometers, the team stretched into a thin line of 1.5 kilometers.

The crowd gathered in twos and threes, discussing interesting things in their respective circles. Now that everyone is an official person, those jobs in the past must not be able to be done, or rather, they can't let others know - although they all know that no one here has a clean butt, but put on pants and tuxedos, everyone will be a gentleman in the future!

When the fire on the hill in the distance rose into the sky, it was as if they were watching a brilliant firework.

"Oh God, what's that?"

"Is there a fire?"

"Why is there a mushroom cloud?"

The crowd watched in bewilderment—until a wave of white, visible air spread.

The people at the front of the line fell, the middle of the line squatted down, and the people at the back of the line stood against the wind, like frightened quails.

"Boom"!

It was only then that the sound of the explosion spread from afar like thunder.

The crowd exploded!

"Earthquakes? Volcano? ”

"No, no, that's an explosion! Big Bang! ”

"It's over, Bill is done! The cavalry is finished! ”

Someone in the crowd shouted, "Kruger, what are we going to do?" ”

"Bad thing, Mr. Sergeant!"

"Captain Bill is gone!"

The commotion of the crowd in this line instantly spread through its 1.5-kilometer-long body like electricity, and it began to spasm visibly with the naked eye.

"Steady! Steady! Don't be afraid! The man who shouted this was probably an officer, but after a few shouts he stopped continuing.

From the thicker and thicker team, it can be roughly guessed that the officers and soldiers here are one, and they have all started the performance of 'you resist, I will go first'.

At first, a few soldiers ran a few steps in the direction of the hill, as if they were going to detect something, but after moving away from the group, they turned around at a 90-degree angle and ran towards the vast grassland on both sides.

No one is stupid!

A fool can't be a cowboy, and he can't do such a thing as 'being good'.

Now that I am not chaste, it is better to go to the sea and live a free life again.

Each of these infantry regiments of more than 300 men was an elite in the Western Wilderness, and even Fremont had high hopes for them.

But now, like a sensitive little rabbit in the forest, it just heard the sound of 'cooing' in the woods, and scattered in all directions.

- The flames that rose into the sky, the mushroom clouds that soared into the sky, and the explosions like thunderbolts were much more powerful than 'Goo Dong'!

……

"Tut-tut!"

In the dense grass of the Great Plains, a sturdy Indian man with a telescope in his hand looked at it with admiration.

"Awesome! Awesome! ”

The explosion was faint when it reached him.

But through the telescope, it's like watching a mime performed by a deaf and dumb person. He didn't say anything, but he said it very clearly.

That kind of 'stone' flying in the sky must be some kind of powerful weapon.

It was this weapon that engulfed the white cavalry in an instant!

That's a cavalry of more than 100 people!

Just like that, all of a sudden, it disappeared!

"Old priest, you know what? Before, I was angry with turtledoves, but when I saw this scene today, I had to admire! ”

"With just a dozen people, I stopped this cavalry regiment of fast gunner Bill, not to mention anything else, I have to obey this courage!"

"Look at the trenches that are horizontal and vertical, and at first glance they are sharp weapons for restraining muskets. This far-sighted, calm and spicy is much stronger than us. I have to take it! ”

"Especially this explosion, you listen—" the Indian man pointed overhead, and the sound of the explosion became faint when it reached him, but the sound hit the clouds overhead, and fell from them. "—From such a distance, even the clouds were blown apart! I have to take it, I have to take it! ”

"The position of commander-in-chief, he can be regarded as sitting firmly!"

In the grass behind this Indian man, one after another sturdy and majestic men stood silently.

The afternoon sun shone on their skin, reflecting a bronzed glow.