With an earth-shattering bang.

The shell hit a guard tower on the bank of the river.

Broken pieces of wood flew all over the sky and flew around, and the pigtailed man who stayed at the top of the tower instantly turned into powder along with the top of the watchtower.

The other people on the tower still didn't understand what was going on.

They crouched down in panic, and two of the daring ones were looking for the source of the attack.

On the other side of the river, Danny was very pleased with his own results.

Since he started as an artilleryman, after every shot, he felt that a certain passion of his heart had been released, and he was refreshed for a while.

Half of the watchtower on the opposite side had collapsed, and only half of it was standing there.

"It doesn't look very sturdy." Danny leaned down, adjusted the angle of fire, and prepared for another shot.

But he suddenly remembered something, and looked at the apprentices next to him who were still adjusting their angles.

"Eh, what are you doing grinding and chirping? Hurry up! Danny was a little dissatisfied, and roared, "If you are on the battlefield, the cannons on the opposite side have already fired." ”

How could he be so abrasive as Dixie's No. 1 gunner, a student taught by the "Florida Destroyer".

A young man named Fu Zhengli next to him was urged by Danny to be in a hurry.

He shoved the fixed load into the chamber of the gun and jerked the firing rope.

With a "boom", the gun mount retreated some distance under the action of recoil, and then reset under the action of gravity.

However, the shell swept over the top of the watchtower he was aiming at and landed in the camp behind.

"Bang!"

The shells exploded in the camp, and the people inside began to flee in all directions, crying and screaming.

"Huh! Tutor! You're crooked! Danny gave up his cannon and walked quickly to Fu Zhengli's group.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! He squeezed in and stood in Fu Zhengli's position behind the cannon.

Danny squatted down, glanced up along the barrel of the cannon, and twitched the corners of his mouth: "This is obviously crooked!" I'm afraid you won't be able to finish your studies. ”

Fu Zhengli and the team members in charge of this cannon had a bitter face.

Danny's requirements are notoriously strict, and now he will be embarrassed in front of others.

"Get out of the way, I'll do it" Danny stood behind the cannon with his legs spread out, ready to calibrate the angle himself.

However, someone tapped him on the shoulder.

Danny turned around and saw Chen Jianqiu looking at him with a smile.

"Let them come." Chen Jianqiu nodded, "After all, it's the first time to fight, give them another chance." ”

Danny was stunned for a moment, then looked at Fu Zhengli, who was nervous, and the others standing next to him.

"Stinky boys, don't beat me up again, or don't say it's my apprentice when you go out!" He scratched his hair and got out of the way.

Fu Zhengli returned to the cannon and took a deep breath.

He straightened one arm, gave a thumb up, closed his left eye, and focused his right eye on the left side of the thumb to the left of the target, keeping his head and hands still, and then closing his right eye so that the left eye was on the same side of the thumb.

"Adjust down five degrees!" Fu Zhengli calibrated the distance and angle again.

This trick "eye-jumping method" was learned from Chen Jianqiu when Danny and Chen Jianqiu were wandering in the west.

He disdains to use this trick, but the following students who have no foundation are different.

So Danny taught the students this trick again.

"That's right! That's it! Pull the rope! The mayor said with his hands crossed over his chest like an examiner.

Chen Jianqiu remembered the teacher of the driving school before he crossed for no reason.

After getting the instruction for the accurate answer, Fu Zhengli pulled the ignition rope.

With a "boom", the top of the tower that was being targeted on the opposite side flew into the sky, and at the same time, two cowboys flew down from above.

Two other cannons also went off.

In less than half an hour, the four wooden watchtowers on the other side of the river were all ruins and still smoking.

"Take these four remnant towers on the opposite side as practice targets every day, and bombard them once in the morning and once in the evening."

Chen Jianqiu covered the sun with his hands, looked at the other side of the river, and gave an order.

At the time of the shelling, Kutch was preparing his own dinner by the campfire in front of his tent.

After coming down from the watchtower, he returned to his lodgings.

During this time, he was really heartbroken for the sake of these four watchtowers.

Couch decided that he had to treat himself to dinner.

He removed a piece of air-dried bacon from a nearby shelf in an open space, where two rows of salted fish and bison were dried.

This is Kutch's granary.

He's going to start working on his ranch tomorrow.

Kuchi got into the tent and took out a pan, then placed it on the grill of the campfire and began to fry the bacon.

The bacon is bubbling with oil in the pot, sizzling and fragrant.

"Wonderful stuff." Kutch half-knelt and rummaged to himself as he turned over the meat in the pot.

At this moment, a huge explosion suddenly came from the riverbank.

What's going on!?

Kutch was stunned for a moment.

But as a former Union soldier, he quickly realized that something had been hit by a shell.

He stood up and looked up in the direction of the river.

Kutch suddenly discovers that only three and a half of the four watchtowers remain.

The watchtower I just climbed is now smoking!

However, at this moment, in the sky above him, he seemed to see something flying overhead.

"Boom!"

A shell fell on the shelf where Kutch was drying salted fish, and at the same time there was a huge explosion.

Not far away, Kuchi was unable to react and was knocked to the ground by the explosion of clods of dirt and salted fish.

Kutch's ears were still ringing in his ears.

He felt dizzy and staggered to get up from the ground.

There weren't many people in the camp right now, but the explosion scared them to the core.

A series of explosions were heard.

The pioneers left behind by the Guild camp scurried around, scurrying out of their tents and running toward the clearing to the north.

Only a Dixie veteran, who had fought in the Civil War, stood in front of his tent and looked in the direction of the river bank with a puzzled expression:

The shelling awakened the old man's dusty memories.

"Yankee calling again?"

Kutch looked at his "granary" in a daze.

It's a big pit there.

His salted fish and cured meat had already been blown up to nowhere.

"Fortunately, it's not a flowering bomb." Couch was glad.

The original purpose of this fixed ammunition was to knock out the watchtowers, so it was not loaded with many fragments.

Kutch knew that if it was a shotgun, most of his head would have to be cut in half.

His mind was now a little clearer and he wanted to stand up.

However, at this moment, a sharp pain suddenly came from the base of the thigh.

Couch lowered his head, unbelievably aware of a horrific wound on his thigh.

There was a broken piece of wood deep in it, almost his entire thigh through.

Blood was gurgling out along the broken wood.

This broken log may have been part of his salted fish shelf originally, but now, I am afraid it will kill him.

Kutch's head was dizzy again.

He fainted.

After the shelling on the other side of the river stopped, the members of the Colonists' Association found their president.

They carried him to the table where the meat was chopped.

A part-time doctor from the association hurried over.

When he was notified, he was still building a pig shack on his ranch two kilometres away.

After examining Kutch's injuries, the "doctor" gave the opinion that it was an amputation!

Because the broken log had already injured Kutch's thigh bone, the wound would be at risk of infection if it was not amputated.

The doctor took a saw and performed the "operation" on Kutch.

The president was carried back to his tent.

A week later.

Heavy rain began to fall in the grasslands of Oklahoma.

Kutch was left alone in a tent, and occasionally someone brought him food.

After a few incidents, he had lost his prestige in the association.

Everyone is busy and has something to do.

Kuchi began to develop a high fever and never woke up again.

Finally, on a stormy night, Kuchi died.

Silently, as light as a feather.

The cause of death, wound infection.

(End of chapter)