America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 466
Accompanied by an earth-shattering bang.

The shell hit a guard tower on the river bank.

Shards of wood flew all over the sky and flew to the surroundings. The braided man staying on the top of the tower instantly turned into powder together with the top of the sentry tower.

The people on the other towers still don't understand what happened.

They crouched in panic, two bold ones, looking for the source of the attack.

On the other side of the river, Danny was very satisfied with the results of his own shot.

Ever since he was an artilleryman, after firing a cannon, he felt that some of his passion had been released, and he felt refreshed for a while.

Half of the sentry tower on the opposite side has collapsed, leaving only half standing there.

"It doesn't look very strong." Danny leaned down, adjusted the shooting angle, and prepared to shoot again.

But he suddenly remembered something, and looked at the few apprentices who were still adjusting their angles.

"Hey, what are you fussing about? Hurry up!" Danny was a little dissatisfied, and roared, "If it was on the battlefield, the artillery from the opposite side would have already fired."

He was the number one gunner in Dixie back then, a student taught by the "Florida Destroyer", how could he be so grumpy.

A young man named Fu Zhengli next to him was hurriedly urged by Danny.

He stuffed the fixed ammunition into the barrel and yanked the matchlock.

With a "boom", the gun mount retreated a certain distance under the action of the recoil, and then reset under the action of gravity.

However, the shell passed over the top of the guard tower he was aiming at and fell into the camp behind.

"Oh!"

The shells exploded in the camp, and the people inside began to flee in all directions crying and crying.

"Hey! Fu! You hit it wrong!" Danny gave up his cannon, and walked quickly to the front of Fu Zhengli's group.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!" He squeezed in and took the position of Fu Zhengli behind the cannon.

Danny squatted down, glanced up the gun barrel, and twitched his mouth: "It's obviously crooked! You probably won't be able to graduate."

Fu Zhengli and the team members in charge of the cannon had a bitter face.

Teacher Danny's requirements are notoriously strict, and now he is about to embarrass himself in front of others.

"Get out of the way, I'll do it" Danny stood behind the cannon with his legs spread apart, ready to calibrate the angle himself.

However, someone tapped him on the shoulder.

When Danny turned his head, he saw Chen Jianqiu looking at him with a smile.

"Let them come." Chen Jianqiu nodded, "After all, it's the first actual battle, so give them another chance."

Danny froze for a moment, then glanced at Fu Zhengli who was restless and the other people standing beside him.

"Boys, don't beat me up again, or go out and don't say you are my apprentice!" He scratched his hair and moved away.

Fu Zhengli returned to the cannon and took a deep breath.

He straightened one arm, raised a thumb up, closed his left eye, and aligned the line of sight of the right eye to the left side of the target along the side of the thumb, keeping his head and hands still, and then closed his right eye so that the line of sight of the left eye through the same side of the thumb.

"Adjust five degrees downward!" Fu Zhengli calibrated the distance and angle again.

Danny and Chen Jianqiu learned this trick from Chen Jianqiu when they were wandering in the west.

He doesn't bother to use this trick, but the following students who have no foundation are different.

So Danny taught this trick to the students again.

"That's right! That's the angle! Pull the rope!" The mayor crossed his hands in front of his chest and said like an examiner.

For no reason, Chen Jianqiu thought of the teacher in the driving school before he traveled.

After receiving instructions with accurate answers, Fu Zhengli pulled the ignition rope.

With a "boom", the top of the targeted tower flew into the sky, and at the same time, two cowboys flew down from above.

The other two guns also fired.

In less than half an hour, the four wooden sentry towers on the other side of the river were all turned into relics, still smoking.

"Take the four dilapidated pagodas on the opposite side as practice targets every day, and blast them once in the morning and in the evening."

Chen Jianqiu covered the sun with his hands, looked across the river, and gave an order.

Couch was preparing his own dinner by the fire in front of his tent when the shelling occurred.

After he got down from the sentry tower, he returned to his residence.

During this period of time, he was really worried about these four sentry towers.

Couch decided to treat himself to dinner.

He took a piece of dried bacon from a shelf in the open space next to it, where two rows of salted fish and bison were drying.

This is Kutcher's granary.

He plans to start working on his ranch tomorrow.

Couch got into the tent and took out a pan, then put the pan on the campfire grill and started frying the bacon.

The bacon was bubbling with oil in the pot, sizzling and smelling fragrant.

"Wonderful stuff." Kuqi said to himself while kneeling half-kneeling over the meat in the pot.

At this moment, a huge explosion suddenly came from the river bank.

What a movement! ?

Couch froze for a moment.

But as a former federal soldier, he quickly realized that something had been hit by a shell.

He stood up and raised his head to look in the direction of the river.

Kuqi suddenly discovered that there were only three and a half of the four sentry towers left.

The sentry tower that I just boarded is now smoking!
However, at this moment, in the sky above his head, he seemed to see something flying over.

"boom!"

A cannonball landed on the rack where Kutcher was drying salted fish, and there was a huge explosion at the same time.

Kuqi, who was not far away, couldn't react in time, and was knocked to the ground by the clods and salted fish lifted up by the explosion.

Couch's ears were still ringing.

He felt dizzy and staggered to get up from the ground.

There are not many people in the camp now, but the explosion made them terrified.

The sound of explosions came one after another.

The pioneers who were left by the association in the camp ran around. They got out of their tents and ran towards the open space to the north.

Only one Dixie veteran who had participated in the Civil War stood in front of his tent, looking in the direction of the river bank with a puzzled expression:
The shelling awakened the dusty memory of the old man.

"Yankee is calling again?"

Couch looked at his "granary" in a daze.

There is now a big pit.

My own salted fish and bacon were blown away to some unknown place.

"Fortunately, it's not a bomb." Couch felt very grateful.

The original purpose of this fixed ammunition was to knock down those sentry towers, so it was not loaded with many fragments.

Couch knew that if it was a shotgun, half of his head would probably be cut off.

He was a little more conscious now, trying to stand up.

However, at this moment, a sharp pain suddenly came from the root of the thigh.

Couch looked down, in disbelief seeing a horrific gash on his thigh.

A piece of log had sunk deep into it, nearly piercing his entire thigh.

Blood was gurgling out along the broken log.

This broken log may have been part of his rack for drying salted fish, but now, it is afraid that it will kill him.

Couch's head was dizzy again.

He passed out.

After the shelling on the other side of the river ceased, the members of the Colonists' Association found their president.

They hurriedly carried him to the chopping table.

A part-time doctor from the association hurried over.

When he was notified, he was still setting up a pig shed on his pasture two kilometers away.

After checking Couch's injury, the "doctor" gave him an amputation!
Because the broken log had injured Couch's thigh bone, if the limb was not amputated, the wound would be at risk of infection.

The doctor performed the "operation" on Couch with a saw.

The president was carried back to his tent.

next week.

The prairies of Oklahoma began to rain heavily one after another.

Couch was thrown alone in the tent, and occasionally someone would bring him food.

After several incidents, he has lost his prestige in the association.

Everyone is busy and has things to do.

Couch began to have a high fever continuously, and he never woke up again from the beginning to the end.

Finally, on a stormy night, Couch died.

Quietly, as light as a feather.

Cause of death, wound infection.

(End of this chapter)