Major Harrison arrived at the scene with some of the militiamen of the Northern Battalion carrying lanterns and torches.

However, the major was in no hurry to join the battle.

Instead, he asked his men to extinguish the torches and stay far away.

Isn't holding a torch in the dark a live target?

He stared at the scene in front of him in amazement.

Both sides are basically fighting in the general direction, and it is all up to luck.

Those who returned said that there was an electrified barbed wire fence outside the village, and that it was impossible to pass, and that some people were killed and some were injured.

"Let them withdraw!" Harrison turned to the mayor and said, "Don't be embarrassed there. ”

The mayor shouted at the top of his voice: "Withdraw!" Withdraw! Drag back everything you can pull back! ”

One after another, the town militia withdrew, including the white-bearded old man who had killed his son.

The old man was dragged out of the darkness by three people.

The man had fainted in pain, and the gun had not been lost, and he was dragged like a dead dog.

Harrison glanced at the white-bearded old man on the ground with disgust.

"We, now, retreat?" The mayor cautiously asked, "Or do you want to talk to them tomorrow?" ”

The Major snorted:

"It's all fought, what else are you talking about?"

He glanced in the direction of the settlement and said to himself:

"Let you get another good night's sleep."

The next morning, Lin Sanshan urgently gathered the Chinese people in the settlement.

The children were arranged to take refuge in a building near the center, and the others, as long as they could take up arms, were gathered and assigned to every fortification on the outskirts of the stronghold.

Lin Sanshan originally wanted the women to hide with the children, but his wife Jin Hongchan disagreed.

As a trained female warrior, she has always idolized Camilla, saying that women are not allowed to shave their eyebrows, and the women's army she organized can also be used.

Lin Sanshan couldn't think of where to line up the women's army for the time being.

He really didn't want women to get involved in the war.

After last night's fierce fighting, he had a hunch that the enemy would soon attack here.

Although the country has not seen violence against Chinese people for a long time.

But from the first day of his tenure under Chen Jianqiu, Lin Sanshan was told by Chen:

If it really starts, these white people will be extremely cruel and unscrupulous.

Just think about how they treated the Indians.

The events of decades ago are still fresh in my mind.

His hunch was extremely accurate.

Before the personnel were assigned, Dongsheng hurriedly ran over to report to him:

"Chief, enemy, here!"

"Which direction?"

"Four directions!"

Lin Sanshan was shocked in his heart, and hurriedly ordered the people below to go and defend the position.

And he himself followed Dongsheng to climb the iron tower.

As Dongsheng said, in all four directions of the stronghold, groups of armed men with guns appeared.

The formation of these people is not very neat and scattered, but there are many of them.

Lin Sanshan couldn't judge for a while which side was the direction of the National Guard's main attack.

"Dongsheng, you hurry up and send a telegram to Roswell, saying that the enemy has begun to attack the stronghold."

Lin Sanshan gave the telegraph operator an order, and he pondered how to deal with the enemy's attack.

It would be nice if there were still manpower.

In this way, it was possible to form a reserve and support wherever the enemy was attacking.

The eyes of the former captain of the Longxiang team suddenly fell on the women's army under the iron tower.

Lin Sanshan climbed down from the iron tower, and his wife had already greeted him violently:

"Don't hide from me, I'll ask you why can't we go up? When you die, you will be widows? Our usual training is done in vain? ”

Jin Hongchan chased after Lin Sanshan with a semi-automatic rifle in her hand and asked, and the female soldiers behind her were also fully armed.

She was very dissatisfied with her husband's attitude, and every time she asked about it, it was perfunctory.

Who knew that this time, Lin Sanshan's attitude was different.

"Leave four people to take care of the children in the shelter, and a dozen or so people to take care of logistics, and the others will follow me!" He said to his wife without looking back.

Lin Sanshan, who rushed to the front line, was confronted by Brunson, a reporter for the New York World.

"Mr. Brunson, I'm sorry, I can't guarantee your safety right now, please take shelter in the Vault." He stopped and said to reporters.

"Don't worry about me, Mr. Lin, those soldiers won't do anything to me." The journalist carried a camera with a stand on his shoulder, "As a journalist, I have the obligation and the right to know what is going on here and report it as it is." ”

"However, bullets don't have long eyes" Lin Sanshan still wanted to persuade something, but it can be seen that Brunson's attitude is extremely resolute, so he said "be careful" and continued to run to the front line with the reserves.

At this time, outside the stronghold, Major Harrison, as the attacker, did not seem to be in a hurry at all.

He divided the attacking teams in each direction into two echelons.

The men of the first echelon of the Northern Front took the lead in the attack.

The militiamen formed a line and headed in the direction of the village.

They quickly got into range.

The defending Chinese soldiers were also unceremonious, and after the routine loudspeaker broadcast for a while to no effect, they decisively opened fire.

The Chinese stronghold at Fort Stockton did not have heavy machine guns, but there were plenty of automatic and semi-automatic weapons.

There was a volley, and the militia at the front fell five or six at once.

The militiamen shot forward with their guns raised as they advanced.

As a rule of thumb, there should be a noticeable fault in the fire on the opposite side.

But this fault did not appear.

The bullets swept over again, and the militiamen fell a lot.

The commander of the first team rushed halfway and withdrew with the team.

He happened to meet Harrison, who was commanding from a distance.

"Why don't you keep rushing?" Harrison asked angrily, "The second echelon will soon come up to support you." ”

The commander took a breath:

"No, Major, the fire on the other side is too fierce, they seem to be using new guns, we can't beat them at all."

Harrison almost didn't spit out a mouthful of old blood.

From last night's battle, he knew that there were automatic firearms on the opposite side.

But he didn't notice the existence of a heavy machine gun.

Originally, I thought that in the absence of machine guns, it would be impossible for the opposite side to block the charge from my side.

Although his own equipment is not as good as the other side, how can he rely on the advantage of numbers to stand up.

Who knew that he couldn't bear it after only half of the rush.

Who gave up the largest arms dealer in the country to supply weapons to the other side?

Soon, almost the same news came from three other directions:

The attack was frustrated, many people were injured, and even the barbed wire could not reach.

Harrison's Toothless Flowers.

Although he said that he couldn't be afraid of the dead in war, he couldn't explain that he had killed too many people.

After all, it is difficult for him to say that this operation is to protect his family and defend the country.

He thought about it for a moment and quickly adjusted the strategy of the attack.

Or divide into two batches, give full play to the accuracy advantage of the bolt rifle, and keep a distance from the opposite side to shoot.

He will also consume the other side.

At the same time, on the state border.

Lieutenant Colonel Huntington of the Marine Corps led his troops to lay out the defensive line along the way.

The border between New Mexico and Texas is a flat wasteland with little danger to hold.

However, the lieutenant colonel was still very confident, because since the last Spanish-American war was defeated, the Navy had funded them to equip them with more than a dozen heavy machine guns.

With these heavy machine guns, he was confident that he would be able to bury any army from the other side of the state line.

No matter how strong your Chinese army is, it is still a mortal in the flesh, and you have to become a ghost under a heavy machine gun.

Huntington and his men stood on the front lines, looking at their positions with satisfaction.

Sandbag bunkers, barbed wire, traffic trenches.

He was proud that his troops were able to build so many fortifications in such a short period of time.

"You see, our fortifications and the setting of firing points are all hierarchical." Huntington stood on a high place, pointing to the position, "answering questions" for his subordinates.

"But, sir, what if they bombard our positions with artillery?" The subordinates were very face-saving, "it is said that they have a lot of field artillery." ”

"That's a big deal." Huntington jumped out of the trench with his subordinates, pointing to the cat's ear hole dug in the wall, "When the other side is bombarded, we will hide here, and when their soldiers charge, we will come out." ”

"I stole this from those Chinese, hehe, it's just right to use it on them now." The lieutenant colonel patted the dust on his hands and said smugly.

After suffering from Cuba's deflatedness, Huntington learned from the pain, and before withdrawing from Cuba, carefully observed the fortifications and trenches left by Chen Jianqiu's army there.

"The task of the first line of defense is to lure the enemy deeper, pretend that they cannot be defeated, so as to paralyze them and attract their artillery fire, and after a little resistance, withdraw directly along the communication trenches to the second line of defense."

Huntington's eyebrows fluttered.

Increasingly, he felt that he was a genius who was able to put the tactics he had learned from the Chinese to good use.

Two more days later, the Marines were still on the ground perfecting their fortifications.

Suddenly, one of the soldiers straightened up.

"Look, what's that?" He pointed to a large cloud of dust raised on the distant horizon.

"Ready! Get ready! They're coming! Huntington, who was standing on the sidelines and pointing fingers, also looked into the distance and shouted excitedly, "Everyone is in a defensive position!" ”

Although he didn't know why the dust was so big, it was clear that it was the main force of the other party.

The Marines quickly set up their guns and watched the observations.

The machine gun shooters were also quickly in their respective firing points.

However, as the dust drew closer, Huntington suddenly realized that something was wrong.

The sound of "rumbling" like thunder reached his ears from far and near.

The lieutenant colonel picked up the binoculars in his hand and looked ahead.

Then his body froze.

Behemoths like iron bumps, side by side, appeared on the horizon and were driving in their own direction.

They were tightly wrapped in steel plates, with a turret that appeared to be able to rotate, and they used tracks to move forward.

The "thunder" I heard was emitted by these "monsters"; And the dust is also raised by these "monsters".

The subordinate saw that his commander was stunned, and took the telescope from the colonel's hand.

No one saw his terrified eyes behind his telescope:

"Sir, what the hell is this? We, we, are we still going to 'lure the enemy deeper'? ”