Wiltord could not stand the harassment of these cavalrymen of unknown origin.

Their speed and simultaneous firepower are much higher than that of ordinary cavalry, and their tactical thinking is extremely clear, that is, zero loss of harassment.

Use your speed and range advantage to attack your own team.

If this continues, it will be impossible for his troops to move an inch in this wasteland.

So the colonel decided to lead his cavalry unit to fight quickly, to see if he could use the numerical advantage to eliminate the rangers.

So, when Asuka reappeared with his cavalry, Wiltord gave the order to leap forward.

More than 200 cavalry troops followed behind him and struck at the head of the ranks, like an attacked snake turning its head and biting its attackers, and headed straight for the birds.

"Hey, sir, those damn guys are rushing here!" A Mexican soldier said to the birds beside him.

Asuka slung the automatic rifle on his shoulder and waved at the soldiers beside him.

"Brothers, withdraw!"

More than a hundred people turned their horses' heads in unison and galloped towards the depths of the wasteland.

On the other side, Wiltord saw that the birds were about to run, and his heart became more and more anxious.

He kicked the horse in the belly.

"Quick! Charge, bite them! Don't let them run! The Colonel yelled.

He sat down in pain from his crotch and ran out of the group.

As the distance closed, the colonel could also see clearly the uniform and dress of the horse on the opposite side.

This is clearly a bunch of local motley troops in Mexico!

Chen Jianqiu, Chen Jianqiu, you are so dead and find these American subordinates to be your helpers in the future, wait for me to clean up these ragtag troops first, and then go to Juarez to ask for your life!

He lifted his upper body slightly, his legs tightly clasped around the horse's belly, and raised his gun to aim at the person who was left behind on the opposite side.

"Smack!"

One shot was fired, and it missed.

There are so many factors to consider when shooting at this kind of high-speed movement, and it takes a bit of luck to hit a target that is also moving at high speed.

"Shoot! So, what are you waiting for? Wiltord turned his head and yelled at the soldiers behind him.

The soldiers were charging with their heads down, and as soon as they heard the order from their commander, they immediately got up and opened fire.

They pulled the formation apart for better shooting.

There was a crackling volley, and a few unlucky bastards at the very end of the line fell off their horses.

Some of them were directly hit by bullets, while others were hit by horses, and they were torn off their horses in pain.

"Sir, those Yankees have bitten up!" The Mexican next to Asuka said.

Asuka also heard the gunfire from behind, and he also saw the enemy cavalry coming from the flanks and rear.

The formation on his side has just started, so naturally it is not as fast as charging with all his strength on the opposite side.

But since Wiltord decided to put his face up, it really couldn't be justified not to pour a basin of water on his face.

"Give them a shuttle!"

Asuka shouted.

He crouched on his horse, pressed his rifle, and struck in the direction of Wiltord.

Don't ask for accuracy, but ask for fast, point fire and suppress, as long as the bullet doesn't fly into the sky.

The brawny men around him followed suit.

They didn't even untie the strap that hung on their shoulders, and when they raised their hands, they were three and four points, and they quickly finished firing twenty rounds in the magazine.

Wiltord knew that the other side would fight back, but he didn't expect it to come so quickly and so violently.

The colonel was just about to open the loading plate on the side of the rifle to reload.

But as soon as he lifted up slightly, he went to the bullet belt around his waist to pick up the bullet, and he couldn't help but "swish" a few times in his ears.

It was the sound of bullets bursting through the air.

Wiltord quickly got down again.

And the one behind him was not so lucky.

The bullet hit his horse.

The horse was wounded, staggered under his feet, weakened his front legs, fell to his knees, and threw his owner out of the horse.

The bullets on the opposite side rushed like a rain curtain, making the border guards of the US military "like a spring breeze", and for a while people turned on their backs.

If Wiltord was just "hearing" at the front of the team, now seeing is believing.

He couldn't figure out where these hundred or so people got such strong firepower.

However, Asuka and his cavalry didn't care what the colonel thought.

They took advantage of this opportunity to distance themselves from their pursuers once again.

"Sir, are we going to keep chasing?" One of the soldiers beside Wiltord shouted at his side and behind him.

"Chase! These Mexicans are capable! Hooking up with Chen Jianqiu, a traitorous wild species, I want to teach them a lesson! Wiltord yelled.

Every American officer has a dream of serving his country.

The same is true of Wiltord.

His grandfather fought in the Mexican-American War, and his father fought in the Civil War, and he only hated the Union for not giving him a chance, and he couldn't set foot on this old neighbor to the south.

Now that they've all come, how can you not slap these Mexicans!

So, he and his cavalry continued the pursuit.

The two cavalry teams kept a distance between each other and shot at each other, and the wasteland on the U.S.-Mexico border was completely lifeless, dusty and lively for a while.

Asuka led more than a hundred people into a barren area of hills and forests according to the original route.

Due to weathering, it has formed a small area of Yadan landform, which is like a maze of strange rocks, similar to the Devil's Town in New Mexico.

Asuka and Juarez's cavalry were all too familiar with this place.

In addition to a few Chinese cavalry, there were a lot of Mexican natives in the ranks, who grew up here.

Not necessarily with Wiltord and his federal cavalry.

"Stop, stop me!"

When the pursuers reached the valley pass, Wiltord slowed down until he stopped his horse.

After some chase, the horses were tired and panting.

He looked up at the oddly shaped hills and stone pillars in front of him and frowned.

How the cavalry of the regiment under Crook died before was still fresh in his memory.

I'm afraid there will be an ambush in this place.

Wiltord hesitated.

He didn't want to be ruined and buried here, but he was not willing to go home.

"Sir, I don't think there should be an ambush in this place!" An officer beside him pointed to the stones and said, "These places are bare, with an unobstructed view, and there is no room for Tibetans!" ”

"You know the, do you know how many cavalrymen can be told if a machine gun gets stuck in the terrain?" Wiltord twisted his neck and fell into thought.

In the end, the desire for victory prevailed over the fear of ambush.

"Come with me into the valley! Everyone slows down, guards back and forth, and turns back as soon as something is wrong! "Wiltord gave his own order.

After Wiltord had gone with the cavalry, his deputy, Captain Burke, remained in the wilderness with the rest of the infantry.

"Sir, are we really going to wait here for Chief Wiltord to come back?" An officer beside Burke asked.

Burke put down the telescope in his hand.

He looked up at the sun above him, and his mood was extremely irritable.

His own commander is also a careless person, and his mind is full of meritorious deeds and killing enemies.

This cross-border attack on Val Juarez, he actually did not agree.

The first operation did not get the approval of the upper echelons of the Army, and if it won, it is better to say that it can get back Jeronimo, the "Indian bandit leader" who has killed countless American soldiers.

Those old men in the Ministry of Defense also turn a blind eye at most.

But what if you lose?

Crossing the border even one kilometer is also crossing the border, diplomatic disputes are indispensable, no matter how weak Mexico is, you and the United States will not take care of it.

Second, he didn't think it was a good choice to have a bad relationship with Chen Jianqiu.

Chen Jianqiu is no longer what it used to be.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that he is the true king of New Mexico's borderlands.

At the same time, this person also has a certain influence on the Congress, and without the party leader taking the lead in dealing with him in the name of "Fan Hua", he will not be able to clean him up at all.

You can start with the Chinese under him first, and then isolate him.

And from a personal point of view.

As long as Chen Jianqiu does not lead the Chinese in New Mexico and Oklahoma to independence, the military will not take action against him personally.

His business, his fame, had a great influence in the United States.

Even if there are still people in the upper class in New York and Washington who look down on him, they have to admit that the relationship of interests between Chen Jianqiu and the US government is complicated.

You're a little army colonel, where did you get the courage to kill him?

Thinking of this, Burke was upset for a while.

Just when he was thinking about whether to adjust the formation and shrink the team on the spot to gather and defend.

The deadly gunfire came again.

"Sir! Sir! The enemy's cavalry is here again! ”

The herald rode over.

There was a commotion in the ranks.

Burke's face turned pale.

There was the location of the baggage wagons of the entire army.

This march, because the distance is not far, so there are not many things to bring.

But the water and the camping stuff are in the car!

Coming to attack was another cavalry unit stationed in Juarez, led by Abiot.

There were even fewer of them, only fifty or sixty people.

Their tactical policy is basically the same as that of Asuka and them, that is, they constantly attack and harass on the periphery, picking out the weak defenses of the federal army to fight.

To put it bluntly, it is a place where there are no heavy machine guns to guard.

Without the pinning down of the Wiltord cavalry troops. Abiot's team was even more unscrupulous.

They had a great time, and had an exciting time along the way, carrying sabers and charging at the baggage troops at the very end of the line.

After draining the water in the tin bucket on the car, he walked away.

Burke rode to the place where he was attacked, and looked at the empty broken iron bucket, and wanted to cry without tears.

"Sir, what shall we do now?" The officer under his command asked.

"Withdraw!" Burke gritted his teeth and said.

It might be a good idea to camp in place and wait for help, but he will definitely not be able to come back for a while if he knows his commander.

In this desert, the loss of water is the most fatal thing; The wounded also need to be treated; In addition, the bare flat land was undefendable, and he was reminded once again of the fear of being dominated by Indians who came and went without a trace.

Only this time the enemy's weapons are no longer axes and shotguns.

What's more, he doesn't want to take the blame for his chief's stupidity anymore.

At Burke's orders, the rear of the team became the front, covered each other, and retreated in the direction from which they came.

Wiltord, who was chasing Asuka in the "Devil's Valley", did not know that his subordinates had taken the lead in leading the team.

He and his cavalry still weave their way through the wind-eroded rocks.

The good news is that Wiltord did not encounter the alleged ambush.

The bad news was that they had been too cautious and had lost Asuka and his team.

And because the terrain is too repetitive, there are too many forks.

They are lost.

Even the outposts that were sent out to reconnoitre, two did not return.

Wiltord and his three or four hundred men walked around this barren valley for a day and a night before they came out.

Then it took more than half a day to figure out where they were.

"Sir, are we still going to Val Juarez?" His soldiers stared at Wiltord, who was grabbing his hair.

Wiltord glanced at the dejected soldiers behind him.

When he came out of the valley, he asked his men to count the number of people.

In addition to those who were stragglers and lost, there were more than 30 cavalrymen killed by the birds alone on the way, and many were injured.

With this morale now, even if you go to Juarez Valley, what can you do.

The cavalry unit that attacked him alone was enough for himself to drink a pot, plus Chen Jianqiu still had a hundred or so people there.

To send to death?

"Go back and find Burke!" Wiltord said reluctantly, "I remember these bastards, next time I'll find a chance to clean them up!" ”

However, when Wiltord and his army returned to the place where they had been separated from their own infantry.

It's empty.

At first he thought he had misremembered, and circled around the neighborhood until he saw the broken buckets, footprints, horseshoe prints, and ruts on the ground.

"Sir, he, they may have retreated!" The soldier observed the marks on the ground, stood up, and said cautiously to Wiltord, who was sitting on the horse with a blue face.

The colonel was furious at this time.

He gritted his teeth:

"Let's go! Backhaul! ”

How did Wiltord angrily go back to his deputy, Burke, to settle accounts.

In a house in a small Indian town in Vale Juarez.

Old Marley sat on the floor, his eyes closed with a sad expression.

"Has Chen Jianqiu come in?" He opened his eyes and asked the "left arm" beside him.

"Well, no, they just sent people around our house, and they only let them out, not let them in." "Left arm" glanced at Old Marley and said softly.

"Only let out, not let in?" Old Marley's eyebrows were twisted like twisted flowers.

"Well, according to what he meant, those who are willing to surrender can take their families out with them without any harm." "Left arm" said.

Old Marley snorted:

"This trick doesn't work for us, my people are united, and after so many years of Jeronimo's rule, can you swallow this breath?"

The "left arm" did not squeak.

Old Marley opened his eyes, looked left and right, and asked:

"What about Passamacodi? Why didn't you see him today? ”

"Passamacodi" is the name of his other cadre, the "right arm" with long hair.

"He, he took his wife and children with him, and went out." The "left arm" hesitated, but still told the old Marley the truth.

The old man was in a hurry, only to feel dizzy, and he was about to fall.

The "left arm" hurriedly stepped forward, helped him up, and persuaded:

"Chief, otherwise, let's not sit cross-legged in the future, I'm afraid you won't be able to stand up with numb legs when you wait."

Old Marley angrily shook off his "left arm" and held his hand:

"I'm not dead yet, why, you also have plans to join the enemy? Have you forgotten how your uncle died? ”

The "left arm" spread his hands wrongly:

"Chief, what you said is not right, we used to live well here, as for my uncle, he was a traitor who colluded with the US military, and he was to blame when he died. After all, everyone is an Apache, or their own people, how can surrender be called surrender to the enemy? ”

The original meaning of his words was just to speak to his uncle, and originally had no other meaning.

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has a heart.

To the ears of old Marlai, his words were all about himself:

"You scum! Traitor! Get lost! Get the hell out of here! The old man angrily brandished his crutches and yelled at the young Apache.

"Let's go, you can wait here to die by yourself. It's been a day and a night, is your American savior coming? I'm afraid you're not being played like a monkey! ”

Since he tore his face, the "left arm" didn't give him too much face, and after speaking, he turned his head and walked out of the dark room, walking outside, ready to surrender his gun.

As he walked, he muttered:

"If I hadn't dragged this old bone out of the pile, I'm afraid it would have been dismantled by Krikitat a long time ago."

After the "left arm" left, in the dark room, only old Marais was left alone.

For the first time, this chief tasted the taste of "rebellion and separation".

He wanted to stand up.

But this time, there was no one around to help him.

His leg was numb.

There was a sudden commotion outside the house, and his own people seemed to have put down their guns and walked out of the house.

Old Marley listened with his ears sideways.

But the words he heard finally made the old man feel hopeless.

The wooden cane in his hand fell to the ground.

"The Great Chief is not dead! He's back! ”

(End of chapter)