America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 148 Saving the Dying and Healing the Wounded Gatlin

The two machine guns were located on Pierce's flanks, forming a crossfire with the soldiers on his side, completing full-angle coverage of the center of the camp.

The soldiers on a carriage had already installed Gatling's accessories and magazines with all their might, and their guns had been aimed at the Apaches in the center of the camp.

"Sir, let's go first, and leave the rest to the two cannons." Pierce's adjutant said to him while wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"Wait until I kill these Indians." Pierce didn't intend to let it go.

He has made up his mind to bury these people here, burn them to death or beat them to death, it doesn't matter.

"Big man, are you okay?" Geronimo knocked down an American soldier who was aiming at Danny with an axe, and rushed to Danny with a stride.

"I'm fine." Danny carried the turtledove on one shoulder, and pouted at the chief, "This kid is not in good condition, he was shot in the leg."

Geronimo noticed that one of Danny's hands was hanging to the side, blood trickling down the drooping fingertips.

The tough guy in Southern Virginia was shot in the arm, and he carried the unconscious turtledove on his shoulder to avoid the bullets from the opposite side and ran to the chief to join him.

Along the way, he knocked off the heads of two American soldiers who wanted to ambush him.

"Danny!" Teresa's horse galloped, followed by Adam and others.

This heroine, not letting her eyebrows go, rushed to the front of the team, the bursting rifle in her hand never stopped, and often killed with one blow.It fully embodies the benevolence of a field doctor for world disputes and the gold content of the Pitkin shrew.

She jumped off the horse.

He didn't ask his relatives, and started to check on Danny and Turtledove's injuries.

"We need to find a safe place to treat their wounds," she said to Geronimo.

The chief took the turtledove from Danny's shoulder and carried it on his back. He looked around the battlefield.

Their attack has almost wiped out the surrounding American soldiers, and the rest are also moving closer to Pierce.

But at this time, the fire had spread to the entire camp, and there was no way out except for the direction behind Pierce.

One of the two cannons was at the ready, and the shooter began to crank the handle.

"Find cover!" Geronimo roared.

Bullets began to hit the center of the camp, and the wooden boxes that could have been used as shelters were smashed to pieces.

An Indian warrior heard the gunshot, jumped off his horse, and fell to the ground.

His poor war horse was beaten into a sieve for him, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and he fell to the ground with a whine and could no longer move.

If this continues, when another cannon is ready, no one in the arena will survive.

However, the firing of the first cannon suddenly stopped.

"The first magazine is finished so quickly? Or is it malfunctioning?" Adam, who is familiar with firearms, took a deep breath, ready to seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to flash out of the cover and kill the shooter of the machine gun.

But when he turned out, he found that Gatling's main shooter had already fallen on the gun.

A black steed passed through the wall of fire on the side of the camp, and the wind around it forcibly split the wall of fire, just like Moses parting the Red Sea.

The man on the horse held his gun aloft, and the muzzle was still smoking. The shooter was killed by this gun.

"Chen!" Geronimo looked up.

"Heavenly Brave!" The Indian warrior who fell on the ground murmured in his heart.

"You brat, you're finally back." Adam snorted, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The gun in Chen Jianqiu's hand kept on, the first Gatling's deputy shooter also fell on the carriage, and the soldiers on the other carriage bent down to avoid it.

However, closely following the black horse were Asuka and the Apache warriors with axes. They approached the horse, jumped off the horse, and jumped directly onto the carriage.

With their hands up and their axes down, the remaining few American troops also became souls of the dead.

Chen Jianqiu also jumped up, and he glanced in Geronimo's direction.

Without the strong pressure brought by Gatling here, they are relying on the bunker to shoot each other with Pierce.

Chen Jianqiu came to the front of the cannon, he held Gatling's grip, and quickly turned the gun to Pierce's direction.

"Asuka, you come to be my deputy shooter, others, suppress the angle of the sniper on the other side!"

The soldiers half understood what Chen Jianqiu said, but seeing Chen Jianqiu's actions, they basically understood everything.

Pierce hid behind the tent, wondering why Gatling's fire on the flank had stopped.

"What are they doing? What about suppressing firepower? If you fire a few more magazines, those Indians will be ashamed!" Pierce straightened up angrily, and looked to the side.

The Gatling he waited for roared again, only this time it was directed at them.

Bullets rained down on Pierce and his soldiers.

If Gatling was in the front, the bunker in front of them could still withstand some bullets for them, but now the bullets were fired from the side, and the soldiers had no way to avoid it, no way to escape.

It was also the first time for Chen Jianqiu to shake the wheel. He always felt that this way was a bit stupid, a bit like shaking popcorn.

If you shake it too fast, it will jam, the accuracy is a piece of shit, it is clumsy and heavy, and the continuity of the ammunition supply depends entirely on the proficiency of the assistant shooter. When the dust settles, he has to find a way to get Browning to fix the automatic weapon for him. .

Gatlin rescued the dying and healed the wounded, and rejuvenated Ma Keqin.

But now, it is enough to deal with these undefended soldiers, and great strength can perform miracles.

The American soldiers were stunned. One second they were suppressing the Indians on the opposite side under the cover of firepower, and the next second they were devastated by the violent storm.

Some of them were decapitated by bullets before they even had time to react; some of them were shot in other parts of their bodies, crying for their parents while crawling on the ground.

After the first round of shooting, the dozen or so people around Pierce were reduced by half, and the rest of them scrambled and crawled to find a place to hide.

Pierce's reaction was not much faster than his subordinates, but his adjutant stood in front of him, blocked two bullets for him, and the third shot hit a bunch of candied haws, passing through the adjutant's body and hitting Pierce's abdomen .

Pierce clutched his stomach and ran back, but the other Gatling suddenly rang.

It turned out that when he and his subordinates were being shot, Geronimo lost control, and they quickly gathered and moved towards Gatling.

Danny jumped into the carriage and came to the machine gun, and his wife jumped up with him.

"I'll do it!" Teresa had already treated his left hand. The bullet didn't hurt the bone, but the wound was bleeding a little.

The machine gun is not a cannon, and it does not belong to the professional category of old Danny. When he served, Gatling had not yet become a weapon of the Confederate Army.

However, no one at the scene planned to stop him, including his wife.

Teresa even acted as his second-in-command, rolling up her sleeves, loading the cannon with magazines, and helping her one-handed husband correct his course.

The U.S. Army, which was stunned by Chen Jianqiu's round of fire, was just about to take advantage of the time to change the bullets to kill the machine gunner.

After receiving it, another burst of head-covering shots greeted him.

In addition, Chen Jianqiu's firepower continued immediately, two machine guns roared at the same time, and the camp was littered with corpses.

Pierce was completely motionless on the ground, and the few remaining soldiers desperately found their horses, mounted them and fled outside the camp.

Danny's Gatling was replaced with a new magazine, and he was about to sweep it with a shuttle, but was stopped by Chen Jianqiu.

"Let them report the news, otherwise the effect of our attack will be greatly reduced."

There was no movement of living people in the entire camp, only the sound of flames devouring everything.

The original plan was to attack and harass, but under the policy of Commander Pierce "I won't leave unless you completely wipe out" it became a war of annihilation.

Chen Jianqiu picked up a stick of wood that was stained with kerosene and threw it onto the carriage carrying Gatlin.

"Let's go, we're going to 'walk the dog'."

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The explosions, gunshots, and blazing flames in this camp had already alarmed the nearby US troops.

The troops directly under Crook were the nearest one. When the colonel heard the movement here, he immediately led the troops in this direction.

When he could vaguely see the burning camp, the sound of Gatling guns like firecrackers even gave him an illusion for a moment.

Damn, the Mexicans are calling?

He quickly approached the camp with his troops until he bumped into the soldiers who escaped from the camp.

"What's the situation? Tell me!"

Colonel Crook glanced sternly at the distraught soldiers.

"Jay, Geronimo, Indians, ok, so many!" The soldier was incoherent.

"Fart! How could those people from Apache beat you up like this?" Crook yelled angrily.

He has fought with the Indians for at least ten years, and has been chasing Geronimo for the past two years. He knows that it is impossible to destroy a 50-man army with the power of Geronimo's current tribe. American camp.

"Boss! Look over there!"

Suddenly, Crook's subordinates reported to him.

Crook took the binoculars from his subordinates, and he saw Yibiao's unrecognizable number of people rushing out of the camp and into the wilderness.

"BOOM!"

Behind them, something exploded in the camp, raising a cloud of fire.

"Send all the nearby troops to find a way to stop them." Colonel Crook gritted his teeth.

"Chase!"

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