Colonel Wiltord led his border guards to the U.S.-Mexico border early in the morning.

At this time he was sitting on his horse, and with his party crossed the border in the direction of Valle Juarez.

An hour ago, the two spies from the old Marais ran to the pre-arranged location to report the news:

Chen Jianqiu took more than 100 of his people into the valley.

Wiltord immediately led the team on their way.

It is less than twenty kilometers from the border to the valley, and if the march is accelerated, it will not take long for your own troops to get there.

Not to mention the fact that the cavalry in the ranks could strike in advance.

It's a wasteland where there's nothing but weeds.

The sky was cloudless and blue, and the land stretched as far as the eye could see, except for gusts of wind that kicked up dust and told of the desolation.

Thanks to the previous commander Myers's defensive strategy of "fighting a tough fortress and fighting a dumb battle", the border guards have always been on the defensive against the attacks of the Indians.

So the number of cavalry in the entire army has been reduced to a certain percentage, and most of them are infantry.

However, correspondingly, the firepower configuration of the entire army has also been adjusted to a certain extent.

Although the Maxim machine gun and the Hatch Chase heavy machine gun had become famous in Europe at the time, the U.S. Army's emphasis on rapid-fire heavy weapons was still very average.

The reason is simple.

The territory has been peaceful for a long time, and the resistance of the Indians is basically gone.

The Federal Army is basically a horse in Nanshan, happy to be idle.

Major arms dealers, including Roswell Ordnance Works, Colt & Co., Winchester Gunsmith, etc., have focused their attention on foreign markets.

Even so, Colonel Wiltord's team was armed with a considerable number of Gatling guns, which were used against the onslaught of the Indian cavalry.

These Gatlings were fastened to carts, pulled by two horses, and followed by the group.

The team moved through the wasteland at a slight faster pace than a normal march.

"Hurry up later! Come on! Are you planning to spend Christmas in Mexico? An officer patrolled the front and rear of the group on horseback, beckoning the soldiers with guns in the back to follow.

"This thing was a pig in my last life, right?"

After the officer rode away, one of the soldiers in the group pulled the gun belt on his shoulder and said to another soldier beside him.

He wears an khaki military cap, leather boots, and a single-breasted military uniform.

The style of a military hat is similar to that of a cowboy hat, except that the brim is slightly shorter.

And the gun he was carrying was the famous Kragg-Jorgensen M1892 rifle.

It was the U.S. Army's first smokeless powder rifle of the standard, designed by Norwegian designer Ole Cragg and engineer Eric Jorgensen, and licensed for production at the Springfield Arsenal.

It's ridiculous to say.

When the U.S. Army veterans chose this rifle, the reason given was that the gun could be reloaded with a reloading plate when the bolt was turned off.

That's a pretty reason.

Because this design can't be said to be overdone, it can be called useless.

This caused dissatisfaction among many American gunsmiths, including Browning.

Obviously, the world's first smokeless powder rifle appeared in the United States (Author's note: This is the timeline content, not reality. And now the best pull-bolt rifle in the world is also in the United States.

Why do you have to pick a shabby thing from a Norwegian designer?

Many gunsmiths were also deeply dissatisfied, such as Colt, Winchester and Remington.

So their bosses instigated Chen Jianqiu, the head of the "leading enterprise" in the industry, the Roswell Ordnance Factory, to go to the army to ask for an explanation.

But Chen Jianqiu's attitude towards this is very negative.

According to his meaning, the old men of the army like to let the army soldiers be tattered and do whatever they want, but they don't want to make money here.

"John, stop talking, the more I talk, the more thirsty I get." The other soldier glanced up at the dazzling sun, then licked his chapped lips.

"I'm going to say it!" John unhappily pulled the gun off his shoulder again, "Ciel! Don't forget, we haven't paid our military pay last month! ”

"Don't talk about it, I'm even more uncomfortable mentioning this." The soldier named Hill looked away from the back of the head of the man in front of him and looked sideways into the distance.

The chief said that people should not only pay attention to what is in front of them, but also look into the distance.

In this way, the person will not be depressed.

But when Creep Hill's gaze turned to the wilderness in the distance, he didn't know if he was depressed or not, but the fright was definitely there.

"Ahh Hill let out a scream.

The officer on horseback quickly turned his head and yelled viciously at Ciel:

"What are you calling? Is the skin itchy again? ”

"No, no, sir, there, there's someone coming at me!" Hill's mouth widened, pointing in the direction behind the side of the group.

The officer looked up and looked in the direction Hill was pointing.

There, dusty, there was indeed a group of people marching here on horseback.

"Enemy attack!" Without thinking, the officer grabbed the reins, turned the horse's head, pulled out the revolver at his waist, and shouted with all his strength.

On the border line, a group of men and horses came in the direction of the army.

Pigs know what they want to do.

While he asked the heralds to report to Wiltord in front, he organized people to organize a defense on the spot.

"Show us all the things!" The officer shouted.

The three members of the machine-gun crew, who were lying on the carriage and were about to fall asleep, quickly lifted the cloth covering the Gatling.

They laboriously rotated the crank and turned the muzzle of their guns in the direction of the enemy's attack.

The officer pulled out his binoculars and looked into the distance.

He could tell that these people were indeed riding horses, and they were not very fast, but he still couldn't see who they were.

"Here, give them a taste of the power of the machine gun!" The officer pursed the corners of his lips, "Others, load the bullets and prepare to attack." ”

However, just as the officer and his soldiers lined up to shoot at the unknown men, the officer suddenly noticed through the binoculars that the people in the distance had changed direction.

They avoided the front of the heavy machine gun and continued on their way.

"What the hell are these people going to do?" The officer frowned.

He continued to observe the movement of the men through his binoculars.

These people are still moving forward, and they are about to pass them by.

The officer was even a little skeptical that he was too sensitive.

Suddenly, a "click" sound pierced the silence of the wasteland.

Then, there was the whistling of bullets across the air.

The officer on the horse had no idea what was happening, and was knocked off his horse by one of the bullets, which was not necessarily aimed at him.

The cavalry team on the opposite side was part of Chen Jianqiu's troops in Juarez, led by Asuka .

They were not very numerous, only a hundred, and they were not comparable to Wiltord's troops, which numbered nearly a thousand.

In Chen Jianqiu's militia ranks, their archery skills are not the most exquisite.

But these people all have one thing in common: they are strong.

"Quick, get out of the four magazines." Asuka changed the magazine, pulled the trigger, and swept in the direction of the enemy.

The huge recoil force even made Asuka look a little shaky on his horse, and the others around him had already dismounted and were sweeping in that direction.

"It's a big gun, but it's cool." A Mexican soldier finished firing on his knees and remounted his horse.

The gun they are using now is an automatic rifle that Browning has recently developed.

Strictly speaking, the Winchester repeating rifle that Browning and Marcoqin first changed when they collaborated together was an automatic rifle.

However, in Chen Jianqiu's opinion, the firepower of that gun was far from enough.

Although the Makqin is good, it is a heavy machine gun after all, and it is too bulky to be used by cavalry.

So, he needed an automatic rifle with high mobility, but plenty of firepower.

Browning has always been unimpressed with the boss's idea.

He always believed that if the cavalry was fighting, the semi-automatic rate of fire would definitely be enough, and there was no need for a fully automatic rate of fire and firepower.

But Chen Jianqiu told him very frankly that he had a phobia of insufficient firepower, and first engaged in infantry and detectives, and then changed to cavalry.

Thus, such an automatic rifle was forced out.

It uses full-power rifle cartridges, with a steel body, and is very heavy.

Browning went to great lengths to change him to a cavalry carbine.

In the end, he succeeded, but due to the limitations of the material process, the gun was still surprisingly heavy.

The people who have used it are basically full of complaints.

But one thing to say, the firepower is really not bad.

The theoretical rate of fire could reach 500-600 rounds per minute, but in practice only a magazine with a capacity of 20 rounds was given.

That is, a magazine is finished in a few seconds.

This gun does not have a replaceable barrel design, and it will be scrapped after a long period of continuous firing.

Despite such and such problems, Chen Jianqiu was still very satisfied.

He knew that Browning's shooting ideas were actually quite tangled up right now, but it was only for the sake of his own foresight and money that he racked his brains to come up with this thing.

Chen Jianqiu has always believed that in the decade or two since the end of the 19th century, many designs of firearms have not actually made a revolutionary leap, but the level of industrial technology has progressed.

As long as you force it, some well-known gun types can appear in advance.

For example, the automatic rifle made by Browning was the "BAR" designed for the American Expeditionary Force in World War I.

The cavalry and infantry shot shoulder-to-shoulder, and the detectives held their waists and shot directly at the waist, how comfortable and comfortable it was.

After the newly invented guns were produced in batches, they were sent to the Border Detective Agency, and Juarez's group of cavalry was also given a point.

Chen Jianqiu originally planned to use some bandits in the western part of Chihuahua to open the light, but who would have thought that Wiltord and his border army would be in a hurry to reincarnate first.

Boss Chen was a little emotional.

Why is it that every time he tries a new weapon, the target is basically the U.S. Army?

Asuka and his cavalry fired 10,000 bullets in two minutes.

Strictly speaking, 10,000 rounds of ammunition are not much.

Because the accuracy of the "BAR" itself is not very good, the shooting method of this distance is a bit casual.

However, in a short period of time, it is concentrated in a small area, and the power is not small.

Twenty or thirty soldiers from the U.S. border guards lined up to shoot fell at once, almost all of them hit by stray bullets, including the officer who fell off his horse.

After firing four magazines, Asuka and his cavalry rode away on horseback.

Since it's a gift, you have to leave it first.

Wiltord in front heard the herald's report when he heard the gunfire coming from the wilderness.

He hurriedly came to support with the cavalry in front.

only to find that the birds had already fled, and their own soldiers were still shooting in the direction they had left.

"Stop! Stop! Stop, stop shooting! Do you look at anyone else? Save me some bullets! Wiltord kept scolding his mother in his heart, "Hurry up, rescue the wounded, and rearrange the formation for me!" ”

The chaotic procession, organized by the colonel and his deputy, Burke, finally restored order, and the wounded were carried onto the carts.

But it all took a lot of time.

"Burke, you stay, and take care of the gang for that unlucky guy." Wiltord glanced at the officer's body lying on the ground.

The cargo was shot and fell off its horse, unfortunately hitting its head to the ground, and very unfortunately, it fell directly to a sharp stone on the ground.

"Hurry up, damn it, we've been here for too long!" Wiltord returned to the front of the line again with his cavalry.

But the team had not been back on the march for long before the gunfire rang out again.

This time, it was the middle of the line that was attacked.

Asuka returned with his cavalry and continued to "give gifts" to Wiltord and his border army.

There was another burst of confusion, and at the same time there were more than a dozen corpses on the ground.

And the cavalry on the opposite side did not seem to have suffered any losses.

In this way, the cycle was constantly draining Wiltord's energy, causing him to lose his number.

Asuka with his own team was not too close to Wiltord's large force, but only engaged in a short period of intensive fire at a certain distance.

They basically break away with a single blow, and then use their speed to disappear without a trace.

The bulky Gatling guns simply had no way to keep up with the change in the position of the cavalry, and could only "roar" in the air to vent.

"Damn, who the hell are these people?" Wiltord, who was leading the team to exhaustion, was extremely irritable and called Burke, who was still not hot on his ass, back from behind.

"I looked through a telescope just now, and there were Mexicans, whites, blacks, Indians, and even Chinese." Burke replied, "If I'm not mistaken, this should be Chen Jianqiu's team. ”

"What? How can it be? Wiltord looked at Burke in disbelief, "Aren't his troops all with Roswell and the Indians?" ”

"I don't know much about that. But who else is there besides him? Could it be that he brought more than a hundred people from the Juarez Valley to greet him? Burke scratched his head.

"Da-da-da-da."

"Da Da Da"

"Da Da Da"

The sound of the bar's point shot sounded again.

As if he had been electrocuted, Wiltord's body shook violently:

"No, we can't be led by the nose by these 100 bastards!"

He suddenly looked at Burke, and there was a sudden heat in his eyes.

"What you just said means is that Chen Jianqiu may be in this army?"

Burke nodded.

"Yes, most likely."

"Then he's dead, I won't let him go!"

Wiltord gave orders to the cavalry that was following him.

"Quick, follow me! Chen Jianqiu! ”

(End of chapter)