When faced with the attack of lions, the bison herds on the grassland will be grouped together, with their butts facing inward and their heads outward, forming a solid defensive formation, something that even animals know.

Just last night, Stephen Carney's team had unwittingly formed like a herd of bison under attack, pointing their sharp horns outward.

It's just that those who eat grass are only grass-eaters after all, and when facing meat-eating predators, no matter what formation they are, they can only be beaten passively, and the only thing they rely on is their own blood thickness and can withstand wear and tear.

At the first rays of dawn on the horizon, Stephen Carney was rampage through his formation, scolding his men:

"Don't panic, don't mess around! There are so many of us! We have good weapons! We are stronger! Christ is above! ”

It's just that the belt of corpses that spreads from west to east reminds him all the time that his team is losing blood and retreating eastward!

He didn't give the order to retreat, but the unconscious behavior of the group was no longer something that his orders could influence.

Being able to maintain the existing formation without collapsing has fully proved that he is actually a qualified commander.

Probably the only drawback is that the Indian army in front of you is so different.

This is not the Indian he remembers!

In his nearly 40-year military career, at least 90 percent of his time was spent fighting the Indians. He thought that no one knew the Indians better than he did—and even the Minister of War, William Marcy, had to admit that he was the most senior expert in dealing with the Indians!

- This is a fragmented, scattered people!

The Indians were not a unified people, divided into thousands of large and small pieces, no different from those black slaves in Africa, and outsiders could not distinguish which tribe they belonged to, which language they spoke, and what customs they had...... There is no need to know any of this at all. Because maybe you went to great lengths to get in touch with a tribe yesterday, and today the tribe is gone!

The wars between Indian tribes were even more brutal than the wars between whites and Indians.

Just like the dogs in a dog ring, no matter how much the owner abuses and tortures these dogs, it is far less tragic than a dog-to-dog fight.

- This is an ignorant, beastly people!

There was a huge gap in the development of the Indians, and the tribes on the other side of the river were already using muskets, and the tribes on the other side of the river were still worried about how to make fires.

But whether it was the Indians who used muskets or the Indians who used wooden sticks, the weapons in their hands were only ornaments in front of the white army. The musket is just a fashionable wooden stick in their hands, and their biggest weapon is actually their mouth, which makes a 'woo-la-la' sound, as if it could kill their enemies!

Stephen Carney once led a team of 20 men from Lake Superior to Lake Ontario, penetrating hundreds of tribes along the way. He often encountered those Indians who rushed to him without firing a shot, even though they had muskets in their hands, to fight with him!

- This is a cowardly people who do not know what courage is!

The vast majority of Indians died on the way to escape, not in battle.

They were afraid to hear the gunshots, and they were afraid to see the light of the knife, even to the point of running away at the sight of a white man turning around. They are even inferior to blacks in this regard, and Stephen Carney has heard that when hunting teams in Africa are hunting for blacks, many blacks fall into the nets out of curiosity.

There used to be an Indian park in New York and Washington, D.C., where dozens of Indian tribal chiefs were held, and it only took a candy to make these chiefs 'turkey dance'!

……

Although Fremont's death forced Stephen Carney to pay attention to the Indian League in White Rock, the contempt for the Indian army was engraved in his bones and blood.

Rats occasionally bite a cat to death, but cats can never be afraid of mice.

Even though Stephen Carney is now trapped on the prairie, he still feels that he will win!

It's true!

He had absolutely no intention of deceiving his soldiers, because he really felt that he would win!

No reason, no evidence, no explanation.

Even if it was a group of lancers who came and went, they were just Indian lancers!

……

"Oh, have you ever seen the sun shining through the morning light,"

"What makes us proudly celebrate before dawn?"

"Whose wide strips and stars stand up in the heat of battle?"

Musicians and drummers were standard for the line infantry, and under the command of Stephen Carney, they played bright songs.

The American soldiers lined up in a neat line and headed east—although the gunfire came from the side, they didn't care, their goal was east.

The American soldiers on the flanks returned fire with their guns raised, and in the smoke of gunfire, the cavalry in the distance simply passed in front of them and ran out of their range.

By this time, Stephen Carney was no longer thinking about going to White Rock City, which was to the west and was getting farther and farther away from him.

He didn't have time to regret losing his goal, everything that happened on the battlefield made him too busy to touch the ground.

There are two horses that have given their lives to his anxiety and busyness, one of them is called 'Victoria' and the other is called 'Grory', and the horse he is riding now is called 'Hope'. (***Note***)

"The red light of the artillery fire is dazzling, and the explosives resounded in the sky,"

"They all bear witness to the fact that our flag is still standing."

Amid the sound of the band, Stephen Carney still looks like a strong bull, gathering his bison around him, with his butt facing inward and his horns facing outward.

He also had two companies of cavalry, but at first he used them to tow the gun wagons, and in the course of the battle, the cavalry of these two companies got stuck in the mud like the bulky cannons, and they were all killed.

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At this time, Stephen Carney simply didn't have time to regret this.

It's not so much that he's commanding his troops, it's that his troops are directing him.

It was only in the years when his life was coming to an end that he had the opportunity to command a large army for the first time. In the history of another time and space, he took all the cities along the way, killed from the Atlantic to the Pacific, overthrew the Republic of California, and arrested Governor Fremont.

But now, a cavalry that is also full of holes has left him with no choice but to retreat – perhaps a misrepresentation, given that Stephen Carney has not yet realized that he is retreating.

The ranks were too large, the grasslands were too vast, and the gunfire was too tight in all directions.

He didn't have time to think about it so much.

He still felt that he would win.

There is no reason, no evidence, no explanation.

……

The band's drums are still loud:

"Look, is the Star-Spangled Banner still flying?"

"In this land of freedom, in the homeland of this warrior?"

It's just that his voice became hoarse:

"Bunnies, come closer! Close to some ...... cough cough cough ...... Close to some ......"