America 1881: Legend of the West

Major Harrison led some militiamen from the northern camp to the scene carrying lanterns and torches.

But the major was in no rush to join the fight.

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

Wouldn't holding a torch in the dark make you a living target?

He gaped at the scene before him.

Both sides are basically fighting in general directions, it all depends on luck.

Those who came back said that there was an electrified barbed wire fence outside the village and it was difficult to get through. Some people died 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 lungs: "Get out! Get out! Drag back everyone who can!"

One after another, the town militiamen withdrew back, including the white-bearded old man whose son had died.

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

The man had fainted from the pain, the gun had been thrown away, and he was dragged like a dead dog.

Harrison glanced at the old man with a white beard on the ground with a look of disgust.

"Are we retreating now?" the mayor asked cautiously, "or are we going to find someone to talk to them tomorrow?"

The major snorted:

"We've already beaten each other, so why talk?"

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

"Let you have a peaceful sleep again."

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

The children were arranged to hide in a building near the center. Others, as long as they could bear arms, were gathered and assigned to every fortification on the periphery 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 regarded Camilla as her idol, saying that women are not inferior to men, and even the women's army she organized can be included.

Lin Sanshan couldn't think of where to rank the Detachment of Women for the moment.

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

After experiencing the fierce battle last night, he had a hunch that the enemy would soon launch an attack here.

Although there has been no violence against Chinese in this country for a long time.

But from the first day he took office under Chen Jianqiu, Lin Sanshan was told by Chen:

If a fight really breaks out, these white people will be extremely cruel and unscrupulous.

Just think about how they treated the Indians.

Things that happened decades ago are still fresh in my mind.

His hunch was extremely accurate.

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

"Boss, the enemy is here!"

"Which direction?"

"Four directions!"

Lin Sanshan was shocked and quickly ordered the people below to get into defensive positions.

And he himself followed Dongsheng and climbed up the iron tower.

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

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

Lin Sanshan couldn't tell for a while which direction the National Guard was going to attack.

"Dongsheng, please send a telegram to Roswell quickly, saying that the enemy has begun to attack the stronghold."

Lin Sanshan gave the order to the telegraph operator, while he was thinking about how to deal with the enemy's offensive.

It would be nice if there were still people available.

In this way, a reserve team can be formed to support wherever the enemy's offensive is fierce.

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

Lin Sanshan climbed down from the iron tower, and his wife came up to him aggressively:

"Don't hide from me. I'm asking you why we can't go up? Will you become widows after you die? Are all our usual trainings in vain?"

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

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

Unexpectedly, Lin Sanshan's attitude was different this time.

"Leave four people to take care of the children in the shelter, and leave about ten people to take care of logistics. The others will follow me!" He said to his wife without looking back.

Lin Sanshan, who rushed to the front line, met Brunson, a reporter from the New York World.

"Mr. Brunson, I'm sorry, I can't guarantee your safety now. Please go to the shelter." He stopped and told reporters.

"Don't worry about me, Mr. Lin. Those soldiers won't do anything to me." The reporter carried a camera with a stand on his shoulder. "As a reporter, I have the obligation and the right to know what is happening here and report it to Report the matter truthfully.”

"But bullets don't have eyes." Lin Sanshan wanted to persuade him something else. It was obvious that Brunson's attitude was extremely determined, so he said "be careful" and continued to run towards the front line with the reserve team.

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

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

The first echelon of the northern front launched the attack first.

The militiamen formed a line and moved towards the village.

They were soon within range.

The defending Chinese soldiers were also rude. After the routine loudspeaker broadcast had no effect for a while, they decisively fired their guns.

The Chinese stronghold at Fort Stockton does not have counterweighted machine guns, but there are plenty of automatic and semi-automatic weapons.

After a volley of fire, five or six of the militiamen at the front fell down at once.

As the militiamen advanced, they raised their guns and fired.

According to usual experience, there should be an obvious gap in the firepower on the opposite side.

But this fault did not appear.

Bullets swept over again, and many militiamen fell again.

The commander of the first team rushed halfway and then retreated with the team.

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

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

The commander took a breath:

"No, Major, the firepower from the other side is too fierce. They seem to be using new types of guns. We can't beat them at all."

Harrison almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

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

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

I originally thought that without machine guns, it would be impossible for the other side to block my charge.

Although his own equipment is not as good as the opponent's, he can still prevail with his numerical advantage.

Unexpectedly, I was only halfway through the rush and I couldn't hold it anymore.

Who knows that the largest arms dealer in the country is supplying weapons to the other side?

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