Just as Chinese celebrate the Spring Festival and eat New Year's dinner, Europeans and Americans also pay attention to the whole family sitting under the Christmas tree and having a festive meal together. The custom of eating turkey at Christmas dinner began in 1620. This custom is prevalent in the United States. The British Christmas dinner is roast goose, not turkey. On Christmas Eve, the whole family gathers with friends and relatives to have a Christmas dinner, in which turkey, cured chicken, roast cowboy and pork leg are essential, accompanied by famous wine, and everyone is happy.

Germans, like the British, drink beer and eat roast goose at Christmas, and they prefer to take advantage of the Christmas holidays to travel. Of course, these are actions that only nobles or powerful officials and high-ranking military officers can do. On the North American continent, the colonists did not have a good time. Although the American continent is not fully exploited and its resources are still abundant, most of them are still beyond the reach of powerless civilians.

In the British colonies, there were very few families who could eat roast goose on Christmas Eve. Most people can only order bacon and sausages made from meat that the nobles don't want, which is not bad. The poorer people can only eat bread with offal. Fortunately, at least no one can't even afford bread. Of course, in the eyes of the people in the company, even the festive dinner of the nobles is not worth mentioning. It's not because of the ingredients, it's because British cuisine is still known for its dark cuisine in the 21st century.

Who has tried delicious Chinese cuisine, who wants to nibble on dry and hard bread and eat greasy single barbecue. It's sausages, and the British will be thrown out of eight streets by the Chinese. Of course, for those who haven't tasted better Chinese cuisine, it's the best and most hearty meal of the year. The Aitch family was like that, holding hands, lighting oil lamps, and closing their eyes in thanksgiving for God's gift. Thank you to the Lord for giving them a roast goose meal.

As a seasoned hunter, Aitch feels that his luck has really changed a lot lately. For some reason, the number of beasts in the wild of the town has been increasing recently, and even if he will be extorted most of them by the tax collectors and ruffians every time, his income this year is very good. Not only did he add a new outfit to his wife and son, but he was also able to prepare a roast goose dinner on Christmas Eve. Aitch had only heard two days ago that these beasts had been driven back by the Yanhuang Trading Company.

As the company's biggest boss, in order to provide employees with a stable working and living environment, Xiao Lin has always maintained the clearance of the beasts in the company's ruling area. The vegan beast, valuable, was killed by the warriors, stripped of its fur, and sold by Shoren into the 21st century. and those who are worthless, they are expelled. The predators, who had lost their food source, were slowly left the area by the warriors, never to come back. Because the company blocked the road on the other side, they moved back and came here.

Al also often hears some rumors about the company, and there are two sets of rumors. One of them was official propaganda, saying that the Yanhuang Trading Company was the most cruel and barbaric Indian tribe, and that all the white people who were taken captive were living in misery in it, and that the women were used as sex slaves and the men were treated as hard laborers. The other set is spontaneously circulated among the people, saying that the company's welfare benefits are good, and the level of science and technology is high, everyone has a good job, everyone lives a heavenly life, and everyone builds a beautiful new life together regardless of race.

Al still thinks that the latter one is more credible, otherwise why would so many noble lords smuggle the company's goods to sell. It was their roast goose, which was also roasted by his wife with seasonings sold by the company. When Al made a wish, he even thought that if only the town he was in could be breached by the Yanhuang Trading Company, then they could also join the company and live a happy life that everyone envied.

Perhaps the Supreme Lord really had his brain pumping and had fulfilled Al's wish. As soon as the family of three finished and gave the goose legs to his wife and son, Al picked up a wing and just took the first bite, when the violent explosions and gunshots rang out suddenly. Al was startled, almost thinking that the militia was doing something. Ten seconds later, the sound not only did not stop, but intensified, and Al realized that something was really wrong, and he felt that he had closed the door, let his wife and children hide, and then sneaked to the window to check the situation outside.

Apache, with the second battalion, moved here. The second battalion is the head of the old battalion, which has been formed for more than a year, and its weapons have always been the first to be equipped. Although the main weapon was the Yanhuang Type 1 rifle, there were two assault platoons with Type 17 pistols and a newly formed assault platoon with Type 56 semi-automatic rifles. The heavy-fist type 1 artillery has been eliminated, and there are only five heavy-fist 2-type large-caliber heavy guns. There were many Raider mortars, fifteen of them, and together they were operated by a reinforced platoon.

When Apache led the team to the outside of the town, the soldiers patrolling the wooden walls were basically invisible, and the few who were the only ones gathered together to drink, eat, chat, and fart. The whole town seems to be immersed in the festive atmosphere. Even outside, you can faintly hear the laughter inside. Apache smiled coldly and immediately ordered the artillery platoon to prepare for the shelling. The Raider Mortar is very easy to set up, and it is one step ahead to start destroying the fort facilities on the wooden wall.

The heavy fist type two heavy artillery was erected, one door and two cannons went down, and ten huge solid steel bullets concentrated on the gate, and the closed gate of the town was destroyed. Leaving half a platoon of fighters outside to watch the heavy fist II artillery, Apache took the lead, leading the charge platoon and assault platoon, and rushed into the town first. The fighters in the back held the Yanhuang rifle and followed closely with their comrades in front, and the mortarists took only a few seconds to disassemble the mortar, and the three of them lifted up and walked inside.

At this time, the mayor of the town was enjoying a sumptuous Christmas dinner with the militia commanders, and when they heard the sound of cannons, everyone was shocked. After all, it's a militia, it's okay to bully Indians and beasts, but it's not okay to fight a big war at all. When they were suddenly attacked, the first reaction of these people was not to go out and organize a counterattack, but to hurriedly think about how to escape, just like a frightened cat. At this point, the town militia is even more defenseless.

Some of them were still at home with their families for the holidays, but in the barracks, they came out with muskets, and once they were exposed to the eyes of the soldiers of the second battalion, they did not live for a minute. Riding a mighty white wolf and holding a Czech ZB-26 light machine gun, Apache burst into the air when he saw the enemy. The white wolf was the one that Shawlin had caught by the beasts around the camp, and Shawlin wanted to train it as his mount, fantasizing about riding him and all the Indians would fall in the air.

After three months, the white wolf has not been birding him, but has to eat him, drink him, and live in him. Xiao Lin gradually got more things later, and he didn't have time to care about the white wolf, and the role of the white wolf was used to deter the captives captured by the company. No matter how stubborn the enemy, lock up with the white wolf for one night, and the next day promise to weep bitterly and tell all the things that Shawlin wanted to know. Apache is an authentic Indian, who has always worshipped white animals, let alone such a mighty and domineering white wolf.

Later, the task of raising the white wolf was taken over by Apache. Unexpectedly, after getting along day and night, the white wolf really looked at the mung bean with the king of the Apache, of course, this is Xiao Lin can't eat grapes and say that grapes are sour. This was also the first time that the white wolf had been removed from its cage and fought alongside the Apache. After staying in the company for so long, I heard a lot of gunshots and cannons, and the white wolf had no fear at all on this kind of hot weapon battlefield.

The weight of the white wolf of one hundred and fifty pounds, plus the machine gun and six magazines, a total of more than one hundred and eighty pounds, the white wolf did not show any signs of difficulty in carrying it. Apache was also a wild man, and when he saw the light and heavy machine guns equipped in the battalion, he liked them very much. The heavy machine gun was too heavy for him to carry alone, and the recoil could not withstand it. The ZB-26 light machine gun is different, it is not very heavy, in the TV series, an adult man can hold the charge, the firepower is also good, and there are forty rounds in one magazine, which is enough for him to get into trouble.

Apache has been studying the instructions for use along the way, and it still feels a little rusty to use at first, but after hitting a magazine, the feeling comes. The Apache, who was in the lead of the wolf, kept reaping the lives of the enemy, and all the militia that was exposed, as long as he gathered a little three or four people, would invite him to strafe. The bullets fired by the enemy were all dodged by the sensitive white wolf, and the Apache naturally would not be harmed.

He couldn't hit and couldn't resist, and the militia naturally feared him to the extreme. After killing more than 50 people, all the militia members fled when they saw him, and while fleeing, they shouted "white wolf demon" for a hundred years. Apache, who had already learned English, naturally knew what they were talking about, laughed and accepted the nickname and continued to kill. At this time, the men of the machine-gun platoon also took action and began to build firing positions on all the main roads of the town.

A couple of sandbags were dragged down from their carry-on bikes, mixed with some haystacks from the town, and were set up in seconds. As soon as the machine guns were fired, all the enemies who dared to rush from here were swept to shreds. The men of the charge platoon began to complain, and as soon as the machine guns came, they had no meat to eat. In just two hours, the Apache wiped out all the resistance here, most of the militia were wiped out, and the rest surrendered. Apache didn't leave, using the weapons in his hand to rebuild the defensive position to the outside world.