The cactus stood in place, motionless for about ten seconds.

Then he slowly raised his right hand and placed it on his forehead. Although the palm with only three fingers left looked funny, at this moment, no one cast their eyes on his misshapen palm.

The sound of chairs moving slowly sounded in the room.

One by one, the people stood up, all following his movements, raising their right hands to their foreheads.

The rusty light of the setting sun moved from the sand table on the table to their hands, shining on the row of strangely shaped palms—to this day, with the exception of children born in the last three years, few Indians still have their bodies intact.

But this is such a group of broken bodies, with their flesh and blood, to keep the enemy's iron and fire out of the house.

"Huya!" This is the sound of a cactus

"Huya!" This is the response of all.

……

After the last ray of light on the horizon disappeared, the 'glass' cat bent over and plunged into the trench where the bottom line could never be seen.

Speaking of which, there was a small section of Alamo's trench that he had dug himself, but now he had no memory of the small section he had dug himself.

The criss-crossing trenches were like a thread, and at first they were horizontal and vertically organized, but within a few days, they became a mess and could not be straightened out.

Digging trenches can dig so that everyone else is confused, and the 'glass' is also obedient to those who plan and command.

As long as they can learn more skills, they will not need a 'Baturu' like him to touch the position like now. There is a good saying, 'one general is incompetent, exhausting the three armies', and the glass feels that if he becomes the head of the regiment in the future, he will definitely do better than the cactus!

In terms of ability, he can shoot birds with a smoothbore gun from a distance of 100 meters!

In terms of qualifications, everyone in the reconnaissance team is a veteran of more than three years, and no one is worse than the other!

The only advantage of the cactus is that it got a broken diploma in the first class of White Rock Castle University - the diploma has a hammer to use!

'No', the glass gently spat out the mud that had accidentally slipped into his mouth, and there was a salty taste on his tongue, and he didn't know what had been mixed in the mud.

As he walked down the tunnel, he continued to curse his superiors in his heart.

'If I were the regimental commander, I would have arranged a few hidden stakes behind the enemy at the beginning!' When it's needed, just let the notice go! Silly x cactus! ’

'Where will the enemy hide the cannon?' Of course, it's tucked away in a nice place that no one can imagine! The United States is so rich, and if you cover it with a layer of tarpaulin, it won't rain or see it! How to find it? Silly x cactus! ’

'The Americans must have put the artillery positions far away, and then pushed them up until dawn, and even if they found it, what could they do? Silly x cactus! ’

Besides, the enemy is not stupid, so how can an artillery position not be prepared? Put a group of American soldiers inside, two Colts per person, who can rush through? If you have two more dogs, you won't be able to get closer—'

The glass suddenly stood against the edge of the trench, motionless.

There was a muffled voice of English from the other side of the trench, and Glass's English was okay, and when he was very young, the tribe people rarely spoke the tribal language, and he once thought he was an American.

A couple of U.S. soldiers next door were complaining about the moldy chocolate — and the glass was tempted to lean over and ask what 'chocolate' was?

But of course he wouldn't do that — another time, he might have reached for the Americans with a dagger and asked questions, but now he wouldn't.

His task is to find the enemy's artillery positions!

His chest heaved violently. Not because he was so close to the enemy, but because he had just suddenly thought of something—

He had seen a dog somewhere last night when he was investigating the enemy!

He didn't think much of it at the time, just glanced at it from a distance and bypassed. Now I suddenly thought about it.

He was so excited that he almost wanted to pat his thigh—

'On a battlefield like this, you don't always bring a dog to eat dog meat, right?' ’

'At least it has to be a colonel's command!' ’

The sound next door faded away, and the glass moved slowly.

'Hey, hey! ’

'Lots of credit! ’

He excitedly took a step to the left, but slowly retracted it.

'Is the dog important, or is the cannon important?' ’

The glass is a little uncertain.

'The dog is at least in the position of a major officer!' ’

But today's mission is to find the cannon? ’

'Silly x cactus! Why can't we make the task clear? ’

Glass hesitated for a moment, but gave up looking for the dog, and continued to walk straight towards the trench ahead.

'If I'm the commander, I don't like my men to make their own decisions!' ’

'It's not the same as it used to be, in the past, everyone used to change places with one shot, each according to their ability, but now it's a big battle, and you have to be disciplined! ’

'I'm also a turtledove soldier, and my consciousness is different from everyone else's! ’

Glass felt that he had lost a lot of military feats because of the cactus's chaotic life.

The cunning cultivated by the tribe since childhood, and the discipline that he has been exposed to since joining the army of White Rock City, form a vivid contradiction in his body.

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It was like straw sandals on his feet that were sewn with shoddy needles and threads, with bark on one side and grass stalks on the other, two unrelated things, which were forcibly sewn together to become one shoe.

By any point of view, the shoe is not pretty.

But it does wear.

This was the general situation of Indian soldiers from White Rock City.

They have certain qualities, but not much.

But it can already be regarded as the elite of the Indians.

……

The glass cursed through several corners in his heart, leaving behind team after group of American soldiers.

At one point he had to lie on the ground and pretend to be dead, letting the old American's stiff leather boots slip over his face without saying a word.

There were a lot of corpses like him in the trenches.

When he came to a pit filled with muddy water, he found the corpse of the 'cactus'.

'MD, I'll just say, your books are all in the dog's head!' ’

'He's a commander with a crown feather, and he's here to do this kind of thing! Silly x cactus! ’

'You're better than us, but no matter how strong you are, if you get shot, you'll still die!' ’

The glass pushed the cactus' corpse out of the mud to the shore and continued on its own.

I didn't take a few steps before I turned back again.

He saluted the cactus' corpse.

He whispered, 'Huya! ’

Then he dragged a rope around the cactus's neck, turned and walked on.

……

Time passed little by little, and the Alamo in the darkness gradually melted into the dark night.

Fifteen sat in the trench, leaning against the soft dirt, a pocket watch in his hand, listening to the sound of the hands ticking.

If the reconnaissance team's operation fails, he will order an early attack tonight.

Meat grinder, flesh grinder...... Isn't that what trench warfare is for?

After so many years of systematic construction and tempering, the Indian army has long passed the era of fighting by "patting the head", "surging blood" and "flashing of inspiration" in the initial stage.

All of them have pre-eucalyptus, and they all have methods.

It's just the choice, not the method, that is hard.