1850 American Gold Tycoon.

Chapter 259 The Indians Have Artillery? (4k)

"The bullets in their guns are empty! Rush up! Send them to Satan with the guns and bayonets in your hands!"

Seeing the end of the first round of shooting by the "Indians", Burnett ordered, waving the Colt six-shot revolver in his hand.

According to his knowledge, after the first round of shooting, the opponent needs at least thirty seconds or even longer to reload.

Especially these timid and cowardly "Indians" are still hiding behind wood and stone bunkers like tortoises, and the loading time will only become longer.

Now it's their turn to fight back!
"Raise the gun! Shoot!"

Sanders organized seventy or eighty white gangsters around him, pointed the newly loaded rifle at those damned "Indians", and pulled the trigger.

A fairly neat volley of guns rang out, and a cloud of choking gunpowder smoke instantly rose up in front of the battle, so hot that Sanders even shed tears.

After Sanders, Bateman also directed the gangsters around him to line up in a fairly neat line and shoot a fairly neat volley of guns at the "Indians" behind the bunker.

It's just that these two rounds of guns had little effect, and the bullets they fired could hardly hit the "Indians" hiding behind the bunker.

"Damn! Rush up! Stab them in the heart with a bayonet! Stitch them to death!" Bernat roared angrily.

As soon as Burnett finished speaking, the soldiers of the five companies of the California Infantry Regiment launched a stormy counterattack against them. These crazy white bandits, like the harvested wheat in the autumn wheat field, fell in pieces go down.

However, for these evil white gangsters, their nightmare has just begun.

In their astonished eyes, those "Indians" they looked down on actually lay behind the bunker, and it took only ten seconds, or maybe less than ten seconds, to complete the reloading and proceeded to them for the second round shot!

Every time a shot was fired, someone in their ranks fell.

"This new gun is powerful!"

Deng Yan couldn't help but click his tongue in praise.

The two rounds of volleys fired by the white gangsters caused almost no casualties to the soldiers of the California infantry hiding behind the bunkers.

And the whites charged at them, exposing their entire bodies to their guns.

Just a few more rounds of shooting and the ranks of these white gangsters will crumble.

This is the all-round crushing of the enemy caused by the weapon's leading generation!

Whether it is rate of fire or accuracy, there is a qualitative gap between the various front-loading muskets used by the white gangsters and the Dresser firing pin guns they use.

Deng Yan was not at all surprised that the battle went so smoothly.

He had already seen the power of this gun when he was changing gear and training in Sacramento, and his original tactics were also ineffective in front of this new gun that did not emphasize martial arts.

Rifling and breech loading ensured the accuracy and rate of fire of the Dreiser firing needle gun. The soldiers of the California Infantry Regiment no longer had to line up to shoot as they used to use front-loading guns.

More advanced weapons and equipment allow them to adopt more flexible tactics to occupy the enemy, such as lying on the ground in a scattered way like now, huddling behind wood and stone bunkers, forming a dense firepower network to fight back against the enemies charging towards them.

"Free Fire!"

Deng Yan gave the order to shoot freely.

The military musicians who followed Deng Yan played military music and conveyed Deng Yan's order to the soldiers in the camp.

The sudden sound of military music made Bernat tremble all over. This is the military music played by the drums and bugles of the American Army!

This fucking is the American army!

With yellow skin and the American army, Burnett quickly guessed the other party's identity.

Besides Liang Yao's California Infantry Regiment, who else could it be?

Although Bernat was ruthless, he still knew how much he weighed.

These mobs of his also bullied and bullied the Indians, and they were naturally no match for a well-trained and well-equipped stubble like California.

Half of the infantry regiment of Colonel Mason, who was known as the elite of the American Army at the time, was defeated by the California infantry.

These people under Burnett's head-to-head confrontation with the California Infantry is simply seeking their own death!
"Retreat! Retreat!"

Seeing this situation, Burnett decisively issued an order to retreat.

Retreating is his only way to survive now, and it is also the only choice for him and his gangsters.

"Damn the yellow-skinned monkeys, they colluded with the Indians and dared to shoot the noble whites! When I get to Portland, I will write to the Democratic representative in Washington and complain to the War Department! Liang Yao! You just wait Sue the court and go to jail!"

Looking at the corpses everywhere, Bernat cursed viciously.

But he couldn't do anything other than curse and vent his emotions.

In this charge, his team suffered at least seventy or eighty casualties, and their morale was on the verge of collapse. It can be said that they suffered heavy losses.

This team took him several years to form in the Oregon area, and Burnett felt very distressed by such a heavy loss.

Even if he breaks out, it will be difficult for him to organize another armed force of the same size in a short time.

Burnett had thought that Liang Yao would provide weapons to the Indians, but he did not expect Liang Yao to be so bold as to send the California infantry directly to help the Indians.

The crime of massacring white people alone is enough to destroy Liang Yao forever, and there is no possibility of turning over in this life.

Washington will never sit idly by and ignore the massacre of white people.

Just as Burnett gathered his team and was about to leave here, go to the berthing place, and take the boat back to Portland along Columbia.

A burst of violent gunfire made Bernat's heart go cold.

Even the artillery was brought. It seems that this is a long-planned conspiracy by Liang Yao. Today, Bernat seems to be in danger.

"The Indian artillery fires! What shall we do, sir?"

Sanders, who was in a panic, stumbled and ran in front of Burnat. The sudden sound of gunfire scared him out of his wits, and he didn't know what to do.

Sanders, who was covered in mud and blood and covered with green leaves and weeds, had long since lost the arrogance and arrogance he had before the war, replaced by a bewildered expression.

"Did you ever see the Indians have artillery? This is not an Indian! It's a Chinese! It's a Chinese soldier from the California Infantry!"

Burnett kicked Sanders hard. If Sanders and others hadn't urged him to come here to grab the Indians' skins, he wouldn't be in this situation today.

Cannonballs rained down on these white gangsters, causing these white gangsters who had done a lot of evil on weekdays to cry for their fathers and mothers.

The cannons brought them far more fear than the rifles, and the already low morale of the team quickly collapsed.

The frightened white gangsters fled and ran along the river bank towards their anchorage, trying to escape this hell.

Deng Yan had long expected that the gang of scumbags would run away. Except for the five infantry companies that lured the enemy from the front and the one infantry company that was sent to seize the ship and cut off the way back, the remaining four companies had already ambushed on the flanks of these white gangsters. And behind him, surrounded the group of white people to death.

Liang Yao gave him the death order of total annihilation. Deng Yan knew what the consequences would be if he let a white man go, so he didn't dare to be careless.

After the sound of the guns stopped, Deng Yan put away the binoculars, drew out his command knife and ordered a formation to encircle and wipe out the enemy.

"Get up! All companies line up! Surround and annihilate the enemy!"

The five infantry companies in the camp stood up from the bunker in unison and quickly formed a team.

After finishing the formation, under the orders of the company commanders, they shot at the defeated white men, and at the same time approached the broken white men with glaring bayonets.

Burnat's surviving over a hundred remnants and defeated generals had already been frightened out of their wits at this time, and they didn't even have the slightest thought of resisting.

Facing the encirclement formed by nine infantry companies of the California Infantry Regiment and four or five hundred Indians, even if they could outnumber ten, they would not be able to break through.

What's more, on the periphery of the encirclement, there are artillery companies and cavalry companies waiting in full swing.

In this battle, all the troops of the California Infantry Regiment were put into battle except for the engineering company that had just been formed.

Deng Yan has an absolute advantage in terms of the number, quality and equipment of soldiers.

There are still a few diehards holding on to unrealistic fantasies, trying to break out of the encirclement.

Soon, the bullets that hit their faces and the bows and arrows thrown by the Indians made them realize the reality: Surrounded by enemies more than ten times their own, they have no possibility of successfully breaking out, even if it is a one-ten-thousandth possibility.

For the first time in their lives, they felt the despair, the despair and helplessness of those Indians who died under their butcher knife.

"We surrender! We surrender!"

Sanders quickly gave up resistance, threw the gun in his hand to the ground, and raised his hands high.

With Sanders taking the lead, soon, the white people in the encirclement put down their weapons one after another and raised their hands in surrender.

"Poor guy!"

Burnett scolded Sanders angrily.

Soon, he himself dropped his weapon with great interest and raised his hands.

Heroes don’t suffer immediate losses. Now that they resist, they will die soon. If they surrender, at least they can live a little longer.

He is the representative of the Democratic Party in the Oregon area, and he does not believe that Liang Yao will be so bold as to indiscriminately kill the representatives of the Democratic Party in the Oregon area.

"Lieutenant Colonel Deng, it really is you."

Although Deng Yan wore an Indian bearskin coat and feathers on his head, Burnett had met Deng Yan several times in Sacramento and recognized the lieutenant colonel of the California infantry.

Deng Yan signaled his subordinates to confiscate the weapons of these white people, and tied up all these white people tightly, so as not to let them escape, if one escapes, it will be dealt with by military law.

After explaining this, Deng Yan turned to look at Burnett.

"Bernet, I heard that you scalped my nephew."

Deng Yan looked at the unfriendly white man in front of him with a smile and said.

Burnett recognized Deng Yan, and Deng Yan also recognized Burnett.

At first, Burnett wanted to develop California into a Democratic Party vote base to enhance his influence within the Democratic Party.

It was only after realizing that California was dominated by the Civic Party and that the Democratic Party did not develop California into its own ticket base that Burnett returned to the Oregon region.

Deng Yan also met Burnett several times when Burnett gave speeches in Sacramento and San Francisco.

The Chinese control the economic lifeline of California, and control the only regular army in California. It would be hell if Burnett's white supremacy views could have a market in California.

Even if a small number of white people agree with Burnett's views, in California where Liang Yao is in power, no one dares to publicly stand up for Burnett.

Burnett's failure in California was inevitable.

"That's just a joke." Bernat said with a shy smile. At this time, he didn't care about dignity or nobility, he just wanted to survive.

"Is Colonel Liang here too? I think there must be some misunderstanding between us. If Colonel Liang is here, I want to personally apologize to Colonel Liang and clear up the misunderstanding between us."

"You will see Colonel Liang." Deng Yan looked at Burnat with disgust, pointed at Burnat and said to Wang Shu.

"This guy is the leader of the bandit, tie it up tighter for me, the colonel has an order, this man wants to see people alive and dead."

"Got it!"

Wang Shu got the order to tie Bernat tightly, like a zongzi.

"Hey hey, it's too tight, please loosen the rope a bit, it's so tight that I can't move my limbs!"

While struggling, Bernat begged Deng Yan to give some of the rope.

"The tiger must be tied tightly, otherwise the tiger will bite." Deng Yan looked very satisfied at Bernat who was tightly bound by Wang Shu.

"I'm not a tiger," Burnett argued.

"It's true, you are not even as good as a beast, so you have to tie it even tighter," Deng Yan said.

"Okay."

Wang Shu tightened the rope tied to Bernat's body again.

"Little leader, what are you going to do with these weapons?" A leader of an Indian tribe asked Deng Yan what they would do with the seized weapons.

The California Infantry Regiment equipped with Dreiser firing needle guns, of course, looked down on the scrap metal equipped by Burnett and others.

In the eyes of Deng Yan and others, these outdated weapons and equipment are a pile of scrap metal, but in the eyes of these Indians, they are big treasures.

They were very eager to acquire a supply of muskets to protect their people.

"These equipment, the leaders of the various tribes who participated in the war discussed and divided among themselves." Deng Yan glanced at the seized equipment and said.

Most of the seized equipment were old front-loading muskets of various models, including those made in the United States, Britain, and France.

Deng Yan was not interested in these equipments. Before departure, Liang Yao also told him that if the seized weapons were relatively outdated, they would be distributed directly to the Indians.The California Infantry did not need these weapons.

After using the Dresser firing pin gun, Deng Yan even looked down on the rifled version of the Springfield M1842 that other American Army infantry regiments regarded as treasures, let alone these rubbish.

Among the many individual light weapons, the Walter 1852 rifle, which has just been put into production at the Sacramento Arsenal, is worth looking forward to.

"Thank you little leader!"

The Indian leader thanked Deng Yan, and then happily divided up the captured muskets with his companions.

　I have a personal matter today, I will update 4K first, sorry, I will update more tomorrow!
　　
　
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