It was around 8 p.m.

Two and a half hours earlier, shortly after the reinforcements sent by Captain Graeme to save Fremont had left the camp, he received news of an attack on Camp Livingston.

A stream of Indian soldiers descended from the high hill behind Livingston and infiltrated the camp under the cover of darkness and the brief confusion of Graeme's reinforcements.

They went on a hunt after the lights went out.

Many American soldiers died quietly in their beds, until a soldier got up in the middle of the night to have a tryst with his lover and entered the collective dormitory, only to find that the flat bed in the entire dormitory was lying all corpses!

Lieutenant Richardson, who stayed behind, ordered the whole battalion to turn on the gas lights immediately, and fired several flares into the sky above the camp, but the scene in front of him almost made Richardson faint at that time.

I saw that the ground was covered with bloodstained footprints, and the frost of the night condensed on it, reflecting the bright red light, and the whole camp became crimson as a result.

But where is the enemy?

Richardson ordered the whole battalion to assemble again, and after waiting for more than ten minutes, he found that the assembled team was only about half.

In order to rescue Fremont, Graeme took ten companies with him, leaving Richardson with about 500 men to guard the lair. But now, there are only more than 300 people left standing in front of him.

Camp Livingston was originally a base that could accommodate tens of thousands of people, but now only about 300 people are left to guard it, and the camp suddenly looks empty and deserted.

A terrified Richardson clenched the cross in both hands and prayed reverently under the torches.

Without the need for his soldiers to remind him, Richardson immediately thought of the devil's attack.

There are many kinds of devils, and he is now facing the most terrifying vampire among them.

The plasma on the ground in the dormitory, it was a hell for the soldiers, but it was a paradise for vampires.

There wasn't even moonlight tonight, and it was a good time for them to enjoy the feast.

While Richardson was praying, several of his sergeants were leading his men and tremblingly searching along the barracks. From time to time, the night wind blew through the hidden doors and porous windows, making strange creaking sounds.

A few of the searching soldiers were huddled in the corners because of the collapse, and no longer dared to move forward. And those soldiers who pluck up the courage to continue the search often inadvertently find that there is another person missing from their ranks.

……

Captain Graeme and his reinforcements soon ran into a group of British soldiers, and an exchange of fire ensued.

After a few minutes of fighting, Captain Graeme realized that it was actually an Englishman on the other side!

Captain Graeme was puzzled at first, and then it dawned on him: it turns out that all this is the work of the British!

They were not willing to withdraw from Oregon, so they instigated the Indians to start this war.

Both sides speak the same language, use the same weapons, and use the same tactics – not in line to shoot!

In fact, the tactic of lining up to shoot is a fairly advanced tactic, and the army that can skillfully use this tactic has the qualification to dominate one side, and not just any army can use it.

The British "Lobster Soldiers" are famous not because of their courage and skill.

Similarly, during the Mexican-American War, the U.S. military's main opponents were Indians with stones and bows and arrows. Anyway, the effect is the same, they are all invincible opponents in the Americas!

When it came to knowing that his opponent was an Indian, Graeme was dismissive. Even if it was now night, even if it was said that there were tens of thousands of Indians besieging Fremont, Graeme was dismissive.

Native American?

He can drown a hundred in one spit!

But now, after knowing that his real opponent was actually an Englishman, he suddenly fell into confusion.

"It's over...... It's over!"

At this moment, he gave up commanding his soldiers and horses, and stood stunned in the night, watching the beating torches stretch the shadowy soldiers on the battlefield into distorted black shadows.

If his opponent was an Indian, there was still hope that he would save it. Because all the Indians want is food, clothing, land, or anything else, and he doesn't even have to pay anything directly, just sign a treaty with them!

But the British are different, and the British are much more cunning than the Indians. It was even possible that they would send Fremont directly to London and then scrape things from the federal treasury layer after layer.

The Indians are honest, stupid, and have never seen the world, and they don't look at the way they paint their whole bodies in various colors and look vicious, but in fact they are honest marmots who can trick them with a piece of expired cheese. Their menacing expressions were nothing more than a disguise to disguise their weakness and stupidity.

The British and Indians were just the opposite. They are polite, soft-spoken and nice, and seem kind, pious and helpful. But even if Graeme is a soldier who doesn't get involved in politics much, he knows how many unsightly evils are hidden under the skin of the world's number one power!

Lo and behold, the ink on the Oregon Accord has not yet dried, and the British have really torn up the agreement!

"It's over...... It's over......

Graeme looked frustrated, and cursed Buchanan, the secretary of state who signed the Oregon Accord, over and over again. These corpse vegetarian guys in Washington only know how to whitewash their exploits with one agreement after another, but the agreement signed with the British is not as effective as a piece of waste paper!

His adjutant came over and asked him, "Mr. Captain, the soldiers are ready, are you going to attack again?"

"Attack again?" Graeme rubbed his face, stiffened by the night wind, and looked at the black cavernous wilderness ahead, as if there was a huge mouth that could devour everything, evil and terrifying.

The adjutant looked at him a little strangely, but said seriously, "Yes, Mr. Captain. The Governor is holding out on a hill behind, waiting for us to come to our rescue!"

"Oh," Graeme said with a weak wave of his hand, "then attack!"

It's all here......

In his heart, he had no hope of rescuing Fremont.

Not because of how strong the British *** team is, but because he knows how low the British *** team's bottom line is - let's put it this way, if in the next battle, the British put Governor Fremont in front of the position as a meat shield, Graeme will not feel any surprise.

In front of such an opponent, don't say who you rescue, it's good if you don't put yourself in!

……

Just as Graeme was discouraged and ordered his soldiers to attack again, news came from Livingston that vampires had broken into the camp.

The soldier who gave the order was pale, distracted, and sweating profusely.

"Really, Captain Graeme, I swear what I said was true!"

"A powerful vampire count has broken into Camp Livingston, and the camp is now full of bats and dried corpses!"

"Captain Richardson accepted the vampire's first hug, and Sergeant Gordon killed him with a silver cross. The soldiers fled Livingston, which has become a vampire manor!"

The look on Graeme's face suddenly became a little strange.