On the plains, where there was nowhere to hide, anti-infantry rockets exploded in the air. As a puff of white smoke rose, countless small steel balls shot at the American soldiers who had nowhere to hide with the sound of breaking wind.

Then there was the sound of steel balls piercing through flesh, and then there was a miserable wail.

But this was just the beginning, and soon the cavalry artillery was also pushed up.

Before the Americans, who were dazed by the anti-infantry rockets, could organize a counterattack, the cavalry artillery opened fire.

These cavalry guns were usually only three to four pounds in caliber, but they were enough to shoot infantry. It's just that due to the long distance, instead of shotguns, solid bullets and flowering bullets are used.

Theoretically, it would be better to hit this kind of live target with a flowering bullet. However, in fact, due to the technical conditions at that time, the power of the flowering bomb was far less powerful than that of later generations.

Unless it is a high-explosive shell fired by a naval gun, which can cause large-scale damage, the usual flowering shell can only be blown into a few petals, or even only two, and the power is not enough to deter the enemy.

Solid shells are completely different, this kind of shells have strong penetration, good storage speed, long range, and high hit rate, which can give the opponent's dense formation a great deterrent.

In the Battle of Choendorf in 1758, the Prussian artillery battalion killed 42 Russian soldiers with a single solid bullet.

In the face of the sudden artillery attack, the US military was not unresponsive and skewered like headless flies. On the contrary, the men showed an astonishing speed of reaction, and the officers immediately asked the soldiers to regroup and prepare to attack the Austrians.

You must know that these advance units of the U.S. military are strong men who can trek through countless death zones in the absence of supplies.

But the Austrian side has long been accustomed to such people, they are very experienced. The artillery fire was precisely concentrated on the positions of those American officers and soldiers who were trying to counterattack.

No matter how brave the human being is, it was still flesh and blood, and a solid bullet hit an American officer in the head, and the big head immediately exploded like a watermelon, and his adjutant and an unlucky private were all sent to the western sky.

For a moment, red, yellow, white, and black juices and powders were sprinkled everywhere, and the soldiers saw the tragic death of the officer, and the last of their courage dissipated, and immediately began to turn and flee.

The soldiers of one of the four regiments of American troops began to flee, and soon they burst like a flood, and all the soldiers were fleeing, and the officers could not stop them.

The snipers and huntsmen on the Austrian side were not as they had been on the continent, and they specialized in attacking each other's senior officers.

Those American officers also found out that they were the targets of the Austrians, and they couldn't help but curse in their hearts that "Europeans are not authentic." ”

There is nothing worse than a rout of an army on the plains, and a large number of cavalry.

The American soldiers scurried like frightened rabbits, and the Austrian soldiers continued to chase after them, when the Indian centaurs, who had been on standby for a long time, rushed towards the defeated soldiers with joy.

"Roar, roar, roar!" The Indians on horseback screamed and slapped their mouths with their hands, like a group of Tarzan.

This is very much in line with the stereotype of this group of Native Americans of the American continent, in fact, these Indians also feel very happy, which undoubtedly stimulates the hunting genes in their bodies.

(Actually, that's what Franz demanded, because that's what puts the most pressure on people.) ）

It's just that it's not good news for the fleeing American soldiers, and for a while, there are flying lines with stones tied to both sides, and rope nooses for cattle are flying all over the sky.

The skills of these Indians are very good, and the flying stone rope can immediately subdue the rout when it hits the leg of the rout, and the person who is tied by the lasso is fine, if he is unfortunate enough to be tied by the neck, it is up to God to survive or not.

Of course, these Indians did not deliberately kill people, after all, they needed these white slaves, and then sent them to the mining areas to mine, not only to get the expected money and food, but also to obtain the most important "certificate of good citizenship".

The battle was soon over, and about 600 of the 4,000 American troops were killed in the battle, as well as 7,800 wounded soldiers, and the remaining 2,000 were strung together by their necks, like black slaves in the 16th century, driven to the mines by the Indians.

The war dead were buried on the spot, and the wounded were handed over to the Aboriginal people. As for the weapons and booty, the Austrian army will distribute it reasonably, and the rest will be brought back to the city.

Captured U.S. officers protested, but Austrian officers did not respond.

"I'm speaking German, damn you Austrian pig! I want to see your sir, and I demand fair and reasonable treatment! Colonel Albert roared.

This attitude of the American prisoners of war frightened the Indian chiefs on the side, and the oppressive rule of Austria made them dare not slack off in the slightest.

The chief immediately covered the prisoner's mouth, then drew his horsewhip and said it twice, in very stiff English and German.

"You are a slave of our tribe, you are not qualified to talk about treatment and conditions, if you dare to talk to adults with this attitude again, I will cut out your tongue and let you eat it."

Colonel Albert glared at the red-skinned Indian, but kept his mouth shut when he saw the string of belts made of human skulls.

Soon the Austrians parted ways with the Indians, and Colonel Daldo, seeing that the opportunity had come, immediately addressed the chieftain beside him.

"Let us go, and we'll find a reservation for your tribe in the United States. Or give us back the guns, and we'll go together in the evening to attack the Austrians' cities, and then you'll have whatever you want! What do you think? ”

Faced with the temptation of this white man, the Indian soldiers on the side all let out a disdainful laugh. The chieftain, who was on the horse, did not answer, but took a puff of the hookah in his hand.

Seeing that the other party did not move, Colonel Daldo felt that the price he offered was not enough, so he gritted his teeth and continued.

"As long as you let us go, cigarettes, alcohol, weapons, bullets, whatever you want, we can satisfy you."

The chief glanced at the talkative prisoner this time, and then turned back to smoke his hookah.

Colonel Dardo had a big smile, but it froze on his face at the moment, and he thought about it for a moment, and said viciously.

"We are Americans! Does the United States know?! The largest country in the world! Austria is about the size of one of our states, and now there are 27 states in the United States! If you don't let us go, you'll all die! ”

This time the chief finally stopped his horse, looked at the prisoners in front of him, and then took off his crown to reveal his severed scalp.

"I used to believe you guys and wanted to be a U.S. citizen, and then you cut off my scalp.

But I'm not dead, now you can choose to work for me, as long as you can dig up enough sand, whatever you want to eat and drink, even women and opium, I can satisfy you.

You can choose to trust me, or you can be scalped off and hung on that cliff. ”

(End of chapter)