The journey from Wiltord's barracks to Roswell Farm is about half a day, a little slower on foot.

So, when it was dawn the next day, the first soldiers who had set out from the barracks had already arrived near the farm.

"Sir, I'm hungry." A soldier craned his neck and said to the bearded man.

The bearded man glanced at him on his horse, and said angrily:

"Didn't you send a few potatoes to each of you when you set off?"

The soldier was not polite, and said angrily:

"Boss, you are riding a horse, we rely on two legs, we have been walking all night, what can those potatoes do?"

The bearded man glanced back at the soldiers who were following him.

Hunger and a whole night of marching left the soldiers with a look on their faces.

Their eyes were staring straight at them.

The bearded man knew that he couldn't provoke these hungry soldiers now, or they might give him a few shots first.

In the barracks, he took the lead in the rebellion, and if the first one was brought to sacrifice the flag now, it would really not be a good one.

So, the bearded man pointed to the farm ahead of him, which was beginning to show its outline.

At this time, under the faint morning light, a few wisps of green smoke could be vaguely seen rising there.

"Brothers, do you see the smoke?" The bearded man shouted, "There's a delicious breakfast being cooked there, let's get over now, those things are ours!" ”

His set of words of "looking at smoke to stop hunger" is quite Wei Wu's legacy and is also very effective.

The empty eyes of a group of hungry soldiers immediately radiated brilliance, and their calves were instantly filled with strength and trotted towards the farm.

The smoke from the farm was real, but it was nothing more than breakfast for the militia stationed there.

"Here comes the barbecued pork buns!"

Two big-shouldered and round-waisted men walked out of the kitchen carrying a large steamer.

With a force of their arms, the two of them lifted up, and with a "bang" put the steamer on the table at the door.

There is also a large pot of pickles and fried meat on the side of the steamer.

The soldiers waited in a line to receive breakfast, each holding a bowl and an iron tea jar in their hands.

Whoever arrives, the chef in charge of distributing breakfast will add a spoonful of pickles to their bowls, sandwich a piece of fried meat, and then take a steamed bun and put it in their bowl;

Next to the table are two kerosene-burning stoves, on which coffee is brewed.

The person who receives the steamed bun can use the tea jar to pick up a cup of coffee here, and then return to his post to eat and drink.

This breakfast can be called a "combination of East and West", it is not particularly delicious, but it can provide a lot of energy.

Most of the soldiers in the team were satisfied, as many of them had not even been able to afford breakfast before.

"Master Wei, is there any rice rolls?"

A young man asked, sticking his head out of the ranks.

"Cheong Fun? Do you want me to beat you into cheong fun? Master Wei took off the towel hanging around his neck and wiped his sweat, glaring at the young man angrily.

He leaned out of the shed and shouted to the roof of the warehouse:

"Snake Boy Ming, can you take care of your brother? It's this decrepit boy who makes trouble with me every time! ”

However, Snake Boy Ming, who was standing guard at the top of the warehouse, did not answer Master Wei downstairs, he held a telescope in his hand, and looked at the south side of the farm in the faint morning light.

His expression suddenly became nervous.

His right hand was still holding the telescope, and his left hand was gesturing downward.

Chen Jianqiu, who was smiling and nibbling on buns and drinking coffee not far away, saw that gesture, and said to Li Sifu beside him lightly:

"Let's all take their seats, our guests are here."

The bearded man soon approached the farm.

"Sir, something seems wrong, why doesn't there seem to be a person on the farm?" A soldier craned his neck to look out into the farm and asked the bearded man.

The beard also felt something was not quite right.

Years of experience in the army made him feel a little uneasy.

He hesitated to ask his soldiers to stop and take a look.

However, a strange smell came into his nose.

"What a taste." The bearded man sniffled.

The smell is unfamiliar, but it seems to be very familiar.

"Yes, it's meat! It's meaty! They fried the meat! Someone among the soldiers suddenly shouted.

The bearded man suddenly woke up.

Yes, it's the taste of meat!

It turned out that it wasn't that he didn't know the taste, but because he hadn't eaten meat for a long time, so he forgot about it.

His unassuming saliva and tears flowed out almost at the same time.

"Rush! Damn it! For the meat! ”

There was no need for any mobilization, and all the soldiers rushed into the farm like wild horses on the loose.

Not far away, in the open space, they saw a shed and a few tables.

There were several wooden basins and cages on the table.

They didn't know what the cage was, and they couldn't recognize the white barbecued pork bun on the cage drawer.

But the smell wafting from those tables made the hungry soldiers lose the ability to think.

They rushed to the table and began to scramble for the food on the table.

Tables, basins, and cages were quickly knocked to the ground, barbecued pork buns rolled everywhere and covered with dust, and pickles and fried meat were scattered all over the floor.

But this did not prevent the hungry soldiers from snatching what was on the ground as if they were desperate.

A soldier stuffed a barbecued pork bun in his mouth and rushed towards a piece of fried meat that had fallen to the ground not far away.

But he did not succeed in a "touchdown".

Halfway through, another soldier grabbed him by the waist, threw him to the ground, rode on him, and began to pull the half of the barbecued pork bun from his mouth that had not yet been swallowed.

Naturally, the bearded man was not to be outdone.

At this point, any orders are superfluous, and taking care of their respective bellies is the most important thing.

He kicked over a soldier, then snatched a bun from his hand, wiped it on his own clothes, and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Hmm, damn, hmm, I found something to eat, hmm, I didn't give it to the chief first," the bearded man scolded vaguely as he chewed on the bun.

There was chaos around the table for a while, with shouts and fights one after another.

The bearded man looked up, looking for anything else to eat.

However, he suddenly saw a man standing at the door of the house not far away, looking at him, leaning against the door, with a playful expression.

"Tut, tsk."

The man shook his head as he stumbled.

"The dignified American Army has actually fallen to this, fighting for food like wild dogs, I really don't know how Washington and Grant will feel when they see this."

Despite the noise of the scene, the man was some distance away from his side, but the man's voice seemed to have magical power, echoing over the farm like a bell.

The soldiers who were still fighting for food were stunned.

They all looked at the man.

This person is Chen Jianqiu.

"Are you not getting enough to eat? The room behind me is the kitchen, would you like to come in and patronize it? He looked at the bearded man and the soldiers around him with a smirk.

"Uh-huh,, hmm, kill him!"

The barbecued pork bun in the bearded man's mouth has not yet been eaten, and his speech is slurred.

But that didn't stop him from raising the rifle in his hand.

But just as he was aiming, Chen Jianqiu was like a ghost, and he disappeared in a flash.

The soldiers raised their guns and fired at the house as they went.

Bullets hit dirt walls, debris flew and craters were left behind, but they didn't do much damage to the house itself.

When they advanced to a place about ten meters away from the house.

Suddenly, the sun jumped out of the horizon.

The first rays of sunlight shone on the earth, on the farms, on the faces of each of them.

They saw sandbags and boxes piled up not far from each side of the house, and behind these obstacles, there were bits of metallic sheen.

A rapid sound rang out rhythmically.

The Maxim machine guns, arranged there, began their roar.

A total of eight machine guns, four on the left and four on the left, formed a cross-fire angle.

This kind of firepower is extremely terrifying.

You must know that in the early days of World War I, a division of the British army only had 24 heavy machine guns, and it was not until the later period that the firepower at the battalion and platoon level was raised.

The reason why Chen Jianqiu arranged this way was not because of how much he hated these American federal soldiers, but simply because he wanted to reduce the casualties of his own personnel.

His soldiers are worth much more than these scum who steal food from each other.

The dense bullets of the heavy machine guns weaved a net and scattered it at the American soldiers.

Before they could react, they fell down as if they had been cut grass.

"Quick! Take cover, shoot! "The bearded man tried to command a counterattack.

But he didn't have any intention of resisting, but ran backwards with his gun.

I was originally here to grab food, but I was ambushed, and what kind of life did I play!

But he hadn't taken a few steps when he heard a gunshot suddenly ringing out in his head.

"Da-da-da, da-da-da."

The bearded man looked up.

Directly opposite him, on top of the warehouse, there was a BAR with a tripod.

Snake Mingzai crawled on the roof, pressing the butt of his gun with one hand and pulling the trigger with the other, firing at the people below.

Beside him, there were several soldiers with bolt-action rifles, shooting downward.

They are observation posts, and they are also responsible for suppressing fire from below.

"Damn, there's someone on their roof, quick, knock it off." Before the bearded man could finish his words, blood bloomed on his chest.

It is very unwise to wear an officer's uniform on the battlefield and give orders at every turn.

The machine gunner on the roof spotted him and gave him a "triple point".

The bearded man was beaten as if he had twitched, and he fell to the ground on his back, wailing in pain.

Soon another bullet flew out of nowhere and struck him in the abdomen, ending his pain completely.

The soldiers who were ambushed in other buildings on the farm began to shoot themselves.

Dense gunfire echoed over the farm, turning this usually quiet and peaceful place into a Shura field.

A second wave of soldiers led by Wiltord also approached the farm.

No sooner had they reached the edge of a cornfield than they heard gunfire coming from the direction of the farm.

The colonel listened carefully to the gunshots, and his face was extremely strange.

The intensity of the gunfire was completely beyond his comprehension.

As far as he knew, Roswell was only a thousand militiamen, and even if they were all here, why could they fight thousands of people?

"Give me the binoculars!" Wiltord dismounted, took the binoculars from the guard's hand, and half-crouched on the ridge of the field, looking in the direction of the farm.

He saw that his vanguard had been crushed, and he had either fled desperately to the farm, or lay on the ground with his head in his arms, or shivered behind a cover where he could hide.

"Stop moving! Organize your formation on the spot and shoot at the enemy in the direction of the farm! ”

Wiltord gave the order.

"They killed our comrades, and we want to avenge them!" He turned his head and said to the soldier behind him with a sad expression.

If he said that he retreated now, the colonel must have been unwilling, and he decided that even if he left, he would bite a piece of meat on the other side.

Those who could not resist not being the first to leave were the colonel's descendants, and they chose to obey Wiltord's orders.

They scattered across the ridges and used them as cover to start shooting at the Roswell militia on the outskirts of the farm.

"Boss, there's a wave of people on the other side of the cornfield, stealing our outer butts."

Li Sifu bent over and trotted to the back of the kitchen.

There, Chen Jianqiu was squatting in the corner smoking a cigar, listening to the movement outside.

"Why don't I take the cavalry and clean them up, these people are too annoying." Li Sifu took the initiative to ask.

"Cornfields?" Chen Jianqiu picked up a small stone from the ground and picked up the adobe wall in boredom.

Li Sifu nodded again and again:

"Yes, right on the edge of the cornfield, these guys are leaning on the ridges of the fields, and they're exchanging fire with the people on the outskirts of our farm."

Chen Jianqiu threw away the stone and patted the dust on his hands.

"No, he's going to steal our ass, and I happen to have someone stealing his ass."

He plucked his ears with his little thumb:

"Third Uncle Niu is waiting for him there with the people of the big knife team."

Wiltord continued to look in the direction of the farm with his binoculars.

Because the ridges and canals formed natural trenches, he and his soldiers had nothing to fear.

They concentrated on firing at the militia on the outskirts of the farm opposite, trying to open a breach for their vanguard who were surrounded by the farm, forgetting for a moment that they were still hungry and what they were here for.

But they didn't notice that there was a movement in the cornfield behind them.

Niu San gently pushed aside the tall corn stalk in front of him and looked out along the slit.

He saw Wiltord, who was standing in the canal with a telescope and looking around.

Wiltord's head, to be exact.

It stretched out, and after a while it was gone again.

According to Chen Jianqiu's order, he led people to ambush here before dawn, originally planning to catch some panicked American soldiers who broke into the cornfield or came in to steal corn, but he never thought that Wiltord and his soldiers were actually divided into two parts.

Niu San didn't know Wiltord, but that didn't prevent him from preparing to give the gang in front of him a back-attack.

"Prepare all the grenades for me, four for each person, and I will give you the order to throw them into the ditch in front of you, and be sure to throw them all within ten seconds." Niu San said to the eager soldiers behind him.

The soldiers soon all moved into attack positions.

A few minutes later, Wiltord and his soldiers, who were all in front of them, suddenly heard a whistle coming from behind.

Some of them turned their heads.

Then, they froze.

"Hey, what's that?" A soldier tugged at the sleeve of a comrade who was changing bullets next to him.

A pile of rocky things suddenly flew out of the cornfield and flew towards their heads.

One of them flew into the canal and landed at his feet, smoking.

A few seconds later.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

A series of explosions rang out in the canal, splashing mud and shrapnel, and the canal was filled with wails.

Immediately afterward, a group of soldiers in turbans suddenly rushed out of the cornfield.

Each of them had a shotgun in his hand and a large knife behind his back.

Niu Sanchong is at the front.

Compared with ten years ago, he has added some gray hair, but his bravery is still the same as it was back then.

"Brothers, follow me and slaughter them!"

(End of chapter)