America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 544 A crushing defeat

Wiltord couldn't stand the harassment of these unknown cavalry.

While they are fast, their firepower is much higher than that of ordinary cavalry, and their tactical thinking is extremely clear, which is zero-loss harassment.

Take advantage of speed and range to attack your own team.

If this continues, it will be impossible for our troops to move an inch on this wasteland.

So the colonel decided to lead his cavalry unit to hurry up and see if he could use the superiority in numbers to destroy the ranger.

Therefore, when Asuka reappeared with his own cavalry, Wiltord gave an order to leap forward.

A cavalry unit of more than [-] people followed behind him, killing from the head of the team, like a snake being attacked, turning its head and biting the attacker, and went straight to Asuka and the others.

"Hey, sir, those damned guys are rushing over!" A Mexican soldier said to Asuka beside him.

Asuka carried the automatic rifle on his shoulder and waved to the soldiers around him.

"Brothers, withdraw!"

More than 100 people turned their horses' heads in unison, and galloped towards the depths of the wasteland.

On the other side, Wiltord became more and more anxious when he saw Asuka and the others preparing to run.

He kicked the horse's belly violently.

"Quick! Charge, bite them! Don't let them escape!" the colonel roared.

He felt pain in his crotch and jumped out of the team with his hooves raised.

As the distance drew closer, the colonel could also clearly see the uniform and attire of the person on the opposite horse.

This is clearly a bunch of local motley crews from Mexico!

Chen Jianqiu, oh Chen Jianqiu, you are so desperate to find these defeated men from the United States to be your helpers. After I deal with these motley troops first, I will go to Juarez to kill you!
He lifted his upper body slightly, with his legs tightly clamped on the horse's belly, and raised his gun to aim at the last person on the opposite side.

"Snapped!"

One shot, missed.

Shooting in this high-speed movement requires too many factors to consider. To hit a target that is also moving at high speed, in addition to technology, a little luck is also required.

"Shoot quickly! What are you waiting for?" Wiltord turned his head and shouted at the soldiers behind him.

The soldiers were charging silently, and when they heard the command from the officer, they immediately stood up and fired.

They spread out to get better shots.

With a crackling volley, the unlucky ones at the end of the line fell off their horses.

Some of them were hit directly by bullets, and some were hit by their horses, and the pain knocked them off their horses.

"Sir, those Yankees are coming!" said the Mexican next to Asuka.

Asuka also heard gunshots from behind, and he also saw enemy cavalry rushing from behind.

The formation on my side has just started, so it is naturally not as fast as the opponent's full charge.

But since Wiltord decided to bring his face closer, it would be unreasonable not to pour a basin of water on his face.

"Give them a shuttle!"

cried Asuka.

He leaned on his horse, pressed his rifle, and shot in Wiltord's direction.

Accuracy is not required, but speed is required, burst shooting is suppressed, as long as the bullets do not fly into the sky.

The strong men around him followed suit.

They didn't even untie the straps hanging on their shoulders, they just raised their hands to click three times, four times, and quickly finished the twenty rounds in the magazine.

Wiltord knew that the opponent would fight back, but he didn't expect it to come so fast and so violently.

The colonel was just about to pull the loading plate on the side of the rifle to load.

But just as he raised his body a little, and went to pick the bullets from the bullet belt around his waist, he suddenly heard a few "swish" in his ears.

That was the sound of bullets breaking through the air.

Wiltord quickly lay down again.

The person behind him was not so lucky.

The bullet hit his horse.

The horse was injured, its feet staggered for a while, its front legs went limp, and it knelt down on the ground, throwing the horse's owner out.

The bullets on the opposite side rushed towards our faces like a rain curtain, making the soldiers of the US border guards "like a spring breeze", and they were thrown off their feet for a while.

If Wiltord was just "hearing is believing" at the front of the team, now seeing is believing.

He couldn't figure out how these hundred or so people got such strong firepower.

But Asuka and his cavalry didn't care what the colonel thought.

They took advantage of this opportunity to once again distance themselves from the pursuers.

"Sir, shall we continue to chase?" A soldier beside Wiltord shouted loudly behind him.

"Chasing! These Mexicans are very capable! I have hooked up with Chen Jianqiu, a traitorous bastard, and I want to teach them a lesson!" Wiltord roared.

Every American military officer has a dream of serving the country.

So did Wiltord.

His grandfather participated in the Mexican-American War, and his father participated in the Civil War. He only hated the Federation for not giving him a chance to crush this old neighbor in the south.

Now that it's all here, how can we not slap these Mexicans!

So he and his cavalry continued to pursue.

The two cavalry teams kept a certain distance and shot at each other. The wilderness on the US-Mexico border changed from the past to lifeless, and the dust was flying for a while, which was really lively.

Asuka led more than 100 people into a barren hilly area according to the original route.

Due to weathering, a small Yardang landform area has been formed here, with strange rocks inside, like a maze, which is similar to the Devil City in New Mexico.

Asuka and Juarez's cavalry were all too familiar with this place.

In addition to some Chinese cavalry, there are many local Mexicans in the team, who grew up here since childhood.

Not necessarily for Wiltord and his federal cavalry.

"Stop, stop for me!"

After the pursuers reached the mouth of the valley, Wiltord slowed down until he stopped his horse.

After a long chase, the horses were tired and out of breath.

He looked up at the various strange-shaped hills and stone pillars in front of him, and frowned.

How the cavalry of Crook's regiment died before was still fresh in his memory.

I'm afraid there will be an ambush in this place.

Wiltord hesitated.

He didn't want to lose his reputation and be buried here, but he wasn't willing to go back home just like that.

"Sir, I don't think there should be an ambush in this place!" An officer beside him pointed to those stones and said, "These places are all bare and unobstructed, and there is no room for hiding people!"

"You know what, do you know how many cavalry can be confessed by a machine gun stuck in the terrain?" Wiltord twisted his neck, lost in thought.

In the end, the desire for victory overcame the fear of ambush.

"Follow me into the valley! Everyone, slow down and be vigilant. If anything goes wrong, turn around immediately!" Wiltord issued his own order.

After Wiltord left with the cavalry, his deputy, Captain Burke, took the remaining infantry and stayed in the wilderness for orders.

"Sir, do we really want to wait here for Commander Wiltord's return?" an officer beside Burke asked.

Burke put down the binoculars in his hand.

He looked up at the scorching sun above his head, feeling extremely irritable.

His own chief is also caring about his head and disregarding his back, his mind is full of making achievements and killing the enemy.

He actually disagreed with this cross-border attack on the Juárez Valley.

The first operation did not get the approval of the upper echelons of the army. Fortunately, if we win, we can get back Geronimo, the "Indian bandit leader" who killed countless American soldiers.

The old men of the Ministry of National Defense also turned a blind eye at best.

But what if we lose.

Crossing the border even for one kilometer is crossing the border, and diplomatic disputes are inevitable. No matter how weak Mexico is, you and the United States will not take it for granted.

Second, he didn't think it was a good choice to have a bad relationship with Chen Jianqiu.

Chen Jianqiu is no longer what it used to be.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that he is the real king of the New Mexico frontier.

At the same time, this person also has a certain influence on the Congress. Without the leaders of the party taking the lead in dealing with him in the name of "fanhua", it is impossible to deal with him.

You can start with the Chinese under him first, and then isolate him.

But from a personal point of view.

As long as Chen Jianqiu does not lead the Chinese in New Mexico and Oklahoma to fight for independence, the military will not take any action against him personally.

His business and his reputation have great influence in the United States.

Even though there are still people in the high society in New York and Washington who look down on him, it has to be admitted that the interest relationship between Chen Jianqiu and the US government is complicated.

You are a little army colonel, where do you have the courage to kill him?
Thinking of this, Burke was upset again for a while.

Just when he was considering whether to adjust the formation and shrink the team on the spot to gather together for defense.

The life-threatening gunshots came again.

"Sir! Sir! The enemy cavalry is coming again!"

The orderly came at a gallop on horseback.

There was a commotion in the team.

Burke's face was livid.

There is the position of the baggage carriage of the whole army.

This march, because the distance is not far, so there are not many things to bring.

But the water and camping things are all in the car!
What came to attack was another cavalry unit stationed in Juárez, led by Abiot.

Their number is even less, only five NO.60 people.

Their tactical policy is basically the same as that of Asuka, which is to continue to harass the periphery and pick places where the federal army's defense is weak.

To put it bluntly, it is a place without heavy machine guns guarding it.

Without the containment of Wiltord's cavalry.Abiot's team is even more unscrupulous.

They had a great time playing, and had an exciting game by the way. They carried sabers and made a wave of charges against the supply unit at the end of the team.

After draining all the water in the tin bucket on the car, he walked away.

Burke rode his horse to the place where he was attacked, looking at the empty broken iron barrel, he wanted to cry but had no tears.

"Sir, what should we do now?" asked the officer under him.

"Withdraw!" Burke gritted his teeth and said.

It might be a good idea to camp in place and wait for help, but he knew his chief, so he would definitely not be able to come back for a while.

In this desert, running out of water is the most fatal thing; the wounded also need medical treatment; besides, this bare flat land is not safe to defend at all, and he thought again of the fear of being dominated by the Indians who came and went without a trace.

Only, this time the enemy's weapons are no longer axes and shotguns.

More importantly, he didn't want to take the blame for his superior's stupid behavior anymore.

Under Burke's order, the rear team changed to the front team, covered each other, and retreated in the direction they came.

Wiltord, who was chasing Asuka in the "Devil's Valley", didn't know that his subordinates led the team to escape first.

He and his cavalry were still shuttling among the rocks that had been eroded into strange shapes by the wind.

The good news is that Wiltord did not encounter the so-called ambush.

The bad news is that they lost track of Asuka and his team because they were moving too cautiously.

And because the terrain is too repetitive, there are too many forks.

They got lost.

Even the outposts that were sent out for investigation, two of them never came back.

Wiltord led three or four hundred people under his command and walked around this barren valley for a day and a night before coming out.

Then it took a long time to figure out where they were.

"Sir, shall we still go to Juarez Valley?" The soldiers under him looked at Wiltord who was scratching his hair.

Wiltord glanced at the dejected soldiers behind him.

When leaving the valley, he asked his men to count the number of people.

Except for those who were left behind and lost, there were more than 30 cavalrymen who were killed by Asuka and the others along the way, and many were injured.

With the current morale, so what if he went to Juarez Valley.

The cavalry unit that attacked him alone was enough for him to drink a pot, and Chen Jianqiu also had a hundred or so people there.

To die?
"Go back and find Burke and the others!" Wiltord said unwillingly, "I will remember these bastards, and I will find a chance to deal with them next time!"

However, when Wiltord led his team back to the place where he was originally separated from his infantry.

There is no one here.

At first he thought he had misremembered the place, and he walked round and round in the vicinity until he saw the broken iron bucket, footprints, horseshoe marks, and ruts on the ground.

"Sir, he, they may have retreated!" The soldier observed the traces on the ground, stood up, and said cautiously to Wiltord who was sitting on the horse with a livid face.

The colonel was now furious.

He gritted his teeth:
"Go! Return!"

Why did Wiltord go back to his deputy Burke in a huff to settle the score?

House in an Indian town in the Juárez Valley.

Old Marley sat on the ground with his eyes closed and a sad expression on his face.

"Did Chen Jianqiu come in?" He opened his eyes and asked the "left arm" beside him.

"Um, no, they just sent people to surround our house, only let out, not let in." "Left Arm" glanced at old Marley, and said softly.

"Only let out, not let in?" Old Marley frowned like twists and turns.

"Well, according to what he said, those who are willing to hand in their guns and surrender can take their families out without any harm," said the "Left Arm".

Old Marley snorted:
"This trick is useless to us. My people are united. I have been ruled by Geronimo for so many years, can I swallow this breath?"

The "left arm" didn't make a sound.

Old Marley opened his eyes, looked around, and asked:

"Where's Passamakodi? Why didn't you see him today?"

"Pasamakodi" is the name of his other go-getter, the "right arm" with long hair.

"He, he went out with his wife and children." "Left Arm" hesitated for a while, but still told old Marley the truth.

The old man was in a rush of urgency, only felt dizzy, and he was about to collapse.

"Left Arm" hurried forward, helped him up, and persuaded:

"Leader, otherwise, let's not sit cross-legged in the future, I'm afraid your legs will be numb and you won't be able to stand up later."

Old Marley angrily shook off the hand that was holding him by the "left arm":
"I'm not dead yet. Why, you also plan to join the enemy? Have you forgotten how your uncle died?"

"Left Arm" spread his hands wrongly:

"Boss, what you said is wrong. We lived well here before. As for my uncle, he was a traitor who colluded with the U.S. military. If he dies, it is his own fault. After all, we are all Apaches, or our own people. Surrender How can it be called surrender to the enemy?"

The original intention of what he said was just to speak of his uncle, there was no other meaning at all.

It can be said that the speaker has no intention, but the listener has the heart.

To old Marley, these words of his were talking about himself:
"You scum! Traitor! Get out! Get out!" the old man waved his crutch angrily, and shouted at the young Apache.

"Let's go, you are waiting to die here by yourself. It's been a day and a night, has your US savior come? I'm afraid you've been tricked like a monkey!"

Now that his face was torn, "Left Arm" didn't give him too much face. After speaking, he turned his head and walked out of the dark room, and walked outside, ready to hand over his gun and surrender.

As he walked, he muttered:
"If I hadn't dragged this old bone out of the crowd, I'm afraid it would have been torn apart by Krikitat."

After the "Left Arm" left, only old Marley was left alone in the dark room.

This chief, for the first time tasted the taste of "betrayal".

He wanted to stand up.

But this time, there was no one around to help him.

His leg is numb.

There was a sudden commotion outside the house, and it seemed that his own people put down their guns and walked out of the house.

Old Marley listened with his ear bent.

But what he heard finally made the old man feel desperate.

The wooden crutch in his hand fell to the ground.

"The Great Chief is not dead! He is back!"

(End of this chapter)