America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 548 The Battle at Roswell Farm

It takes about half a day from Wiltord's barracks to Roswell Farm, and it will be slower if you walk.

Therefore, when it was just dawn the next day, the first batch of soldiers who set off from the barracks had already arrived near the farm.

"Sir, I'm hungry." A soldier stretched his neck and said to the bearded man.

The bearded man squinted at him on the horse, and said angrily:

"Didn't I give each of you a few potatoes when we set off?"

The soldier was not polite either, and said angrily:
"Boss, you are riding a horse. We rely on two legs. We have been walking all night. What can those potatoes do?"

The bearded man looked back at the soldiers following him.

Hunger and marching all night made the soldiers pale.

Their eyes were fixed on him.

The bearded man knew that these hungry soldiers with green eyes couldn't be provoked now, otherwise, they might shoot themselves a few times first.

In the barracks, he took the lead in the rebellion. If he was the first to be used to sacrifice the flag now, it would really not be worthwhile.

So, the bearded man pointed to the farm that was beginning to appear in front of him.

At this time, under the shroud of the faint morning light, a few wisps of green smoke could be vaguely seen rising there.

"Brothers, have you seen those cooking smoke?" The bearded man shouted loudly, "A delicious breakfast is being cooked there, let's rush over now, those things are ours!"

His set of "look at the smoke to stop hunger" has quite the legacy of Wei Wu, and it is also very effective.

The empty eyes of a group of hungry soldiers immediately shone with brilliance, their calves filled with strength instantly, and they trotted towards the farm.

The smoke in the farm is real, but it is just breakfast prepared for the militiamen stationed there.

"The char siew buns are here!"

Two men with big arms and round waists came out of the kitchen carrying a big steamer.

The two of them lifted their arms up, and with a "boom", they put the steamer on the table by the door.

There is also a large pot of pickles and fried meat on the side of the steamer.

The soldiers lined up to receive their breakfast one by one, and each of them held a bowl and an iron mug in their hands.

For those who are in line, the chef responsible for distributing breakfast will add a spoonful of pickles to their bowls, add a piece of fried meat, and then put a steamed bun into their bowls;
Coffee was brewing on two kerosene-burning stoves next to the table.

People who have finished receiving the steamed buns can use the tea mug to catch a cup of coffee here, and then return to their posts to eat and drink.

This breakfast can be called a "combination of Chinese and Western", it is not particularly delicious, but it can provide a lot of energy.

Most of the soldiers with different skin colors in the team were very satisfied. After all, many of them couldn't even afford breakfast before.

"Master Wei, do you have rice rolls?"

A young man stuck his head out from the queue and asked.

"Intestine powder? Do you want me to make you into rice rolls?" Master Wei took off the towel hanging around his neck to wipe off his sweat, and gave the young man an annoyed look.

He leaned out of the shed and yelled at the warehouse:
"Snake Ming, can you take care of your younger brother? Every time this bad boy makes trouble for me!"

However, Snake Ming, who was on guard at the top of the warehouse, did not answer the words of Master Wei downstairs. He held a telescope in his hand and stared at the south of the farm in the faint morning light.

His expression suddenly became tense.

With his right hand still holding the binoculars, his left hand made a gesture towards the bottom.

Chen Jianqiu, who was grinning and nibbling on steamed buns and drinking coffee not far away, saw the gesture, and said calmly to Li Sifu beside him:

"Let everyone take their places, our guests are here."

The bearded man soon approached the farm.

"Sir, there seems to be something wrong. Why is there no one in the farm?" A soldier stretched his neck and looked into the farm, asking the bearded man.

The bearded man also felt something was wrong.

Years of military experience made him feel a little uneasy.

He hesitated to ask his soldiers to stop and observe first.

However, a strange smell passed into his nose.

"What's the smell?" the bearded man sniffled.

This smell is unfamiliar, but it seems very familiar.

"Yes, it's meat! It's meaty! They fried the meat!" Someone among the soldiers suddenly shouted.

The bearded man suddenly came to his senses.

Yes, this is the smell of meat!

It turned out that this taste was not because he didn't know it, but because he hadn't eaten meat for a long time, so he forgot.

His unsatisfactory saliva and tears flowed out almost at the same time.

"Come on! Damn it! For the meat!"

No need for any mobilization anymore, all the soldiers rushed into the farm like wild horses that had run loose.

They saw a shed and a few tables in an open space not far away.

There are several wooden basins and cages on the table.

They didn't know what the steamer was, and they couldn't recognize the white pork buns on the steamer.

But the scent wafting from those tables made the hungry soldiers lose their ability to think.

They swarmed up, rushed to the table, and began to fight for the food on the table.

Tables, pots, and drawers were quickly overturned to the ground, the barbecued pork buns rolled around, covered with dust, and the pickles and fried meat were scattered all over the floor.

But this did not prevent the extremely hungry soldiers from desperately snatching things on the ground.

While stuffing a char siu bun in his mouth, a soldier rushed towards a piece of fried meat that fell on the ground not far away.

But he did not succeed in "touchdown".

Another soldier came out halfway, hugged him by the waist, fell to the ground fiercely, rode on him, and began to pick the half of the char siu bun that hadn't been swallowed from his mouth with his hands.

Beard is naturally not to be outdone.

At this time, any order is superfluous, and it is the most important thing for each to take care of their own bellies.

He kicked a soldier over, snatched a bun from his hand, wiped it on his clothes, and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Well, damn it, well, I found something to eat, well, I didn't give it to the officer first" the bearded man cursed vaguely while chewing on the steamed stuffed bun.

There was chaos around the table for a while, with shouts and fights one after another.

The bearded man raised his head, trying to find out if there was anything else to eat.

However, he suddenly saw a person standing at the door of a house not far away looking at him, leaning against the door with a playful expression.

"Tut tsk, tsk tsk."

The man was speechless while shaking his head.

"The magnificent American army has been reduced to this point, fighting for food like wild dogs. I really don't know how Washington and Grant will feel when they see this."

Although the scene was noisy, and this person was still some distance away from his side, his voice seemed to have magical powers, echoing over the farm like a Hong Zhong.

The soldiers who were still scrambling for food here were stunned.

They all looked at this person.

This person is Chen Jianqiu.

"Aren't you not enough to eat? The room behind me is the kitchen. Would you like to come in and take care of it?" He looked at the bearded man and the soldiers around him with a half-smile.

"Uh, shit, uh, kill him!"

The bearded man hadn't finished eating the char siew buns in his mouth, and his speech was slurred.

But this did not affect the rifle in his hand.

But just as he was aiming, Chen Jianqiu disappeared in a flash like a ghost.

The soldiers raised their guns one after another, and shot at the house as they advanced.

The bullet hit the dirt wall, sending debris flying and leaving craters, but it didn't do much damage to the house itself.

When they advanced to a place about ten meters away from the house.

Suddenly, the sun jumped out of the horizon.

The first ray of sunshine sprinkled on the earth, sprinkled on the farm, and shone on the faces of each of them.

They saw some sandbags and boxes piled up not far from both sides of the house, and behind these obstacles, there was a little bit of metallic luster.

A rush of voices sounded rhythmically.

The Maxim machine guns arranged there began their roar.

There are a total of eight machine guns, four on the left and four on the left, forming a cross-firing angle.

This kind of firepower is extremely terrifying.

You must know that in the early days of World War I, a division of the British army had only 24 heavy machine guns, and it was not until the later period that the firepower of the battalion and platoon level was raised.

The reason why Chen Jianqiu made such an arrangement was not because he hated these American federal soldiers so much, but because he simply wanted to reduce the casualties of his own personnel.

His soldiers are much more valuable than these dregs who rob each other for food.

The dense bullets from the heavy machine guns weaved into a net and scattered towards the American soldiers.

Before they could react, a large area fell down like a mowed grass.

"Quick! Take cover and shoot!" The bearded man tried to command a counterattack.

But he himself didn't have any intention of resisting, but ran back with a gun.

He was here to grab food, but he was ambushed, so what kind of life is he playing!

But he didn't take a few steps when he heard a gunshot in his head.

"Da da da, da da da."

The bearded man looked up.

Right across from him, on the top of the warehouse, stood a BAR equipped with tripods.

Snake Mingzai was crawling on the roof, pressing the butt of the gun with one hand, and pulling the trigger with the other, firing bursts at the people below.

Beside him, there were several soldiers holding bolt-action rifles and shooting downwards.

They are observation posts, and are also responsible for suppressing fire from above.

"Damn it, there's someone on their roof, quick, get rid of it." Before the bearded man could finish his words, blood bloomed on his chest.

It is very unwise to wear an officer's uniform on the battlefield and give orders at every turn.

The heavy gunner on the roof spotted him and gave him a "three-in-a-row".

The bearded man was beaten into convulsions, and fell on his back to the ground, howling in pain.

Soon another bullet flew from nowhere and hit his abdomen, completely ending his pain.

Soldiers ambushed in other buildings on the farm began firing of their own.

The dense gunfire echoed over the farm, turning this usually quiet and peaceful place into a Shura field.

The second wave of soldiers led by Wiltord also approached the farm.

They had just reached the edge of a cornfield when they heard gunshots coming from the direction of the farm.

The colonel listened carefully to the gunshots, with an extremely strange expression on his face.

The intensity of the gunfire was completely beyond his comprehension.

According to his understanding, there are only more than 1000 militiamen in Roswell. Even if they all come, why can they make ghostly noises of thousands of people?
"Give me the binoculars!" Wiltord got off his horse, took the binoculars from the guards, squatted halfway on the field ridge, and looked towards the direction of the farm.

He suddenly saw that his vanguard had been routed, and they either fled desperately to the farm, or lay on the ground holding their heads, or hid behind a cover that could hide and shivered.

"Stop advancing! Organize the formation on the spot and shoot at the enemies in the direction of the farm!"

Wiltord gave the order.

"They killed our comrades in arms, we want to avenge them!" He turned his head and said to the soldiers behind him with a sad face.

If it is said that he is retreating now, the colonel must be unwilling. He decided that even if he leaves, he must bite down on the opposite side.

Those who could resist not leaving were the colonel's direct soldiers, and they chose to obey Wiltord's order.

They scattered on the ridges and used them as cover to shoot at the Roswell militiamen on the outskirts of the farm.

"Boss, there is a group of people on the other side of the cornfield, stealing our peripheral ass."

Li Sifu bent over and trotted to the back of the kitchen.

There, Chen Jianqiu was squatting in the corner smoking a cigar, listening to the movement outside with his ears open.

"Why don't I take the cavalry to clean them up, these people are too annoying." Li Sifu volunteered.

"Corn field?" Chen Jianqiu picked up a small stone from the ground, and boredly picked up the adobe wall.

Li Sifu nodded again and again:
"Yeah, right on the edge of the cornfield, this group of people is relying on the field ridge, and they are exchanging fire with people on the periphery of our farm."

Chen Jianqiu dropped the stone and patted the dust off his hands.

"No, he will steal our ass, and someone in my place just happened to steal his ass."

He tapped his ear with his little finger:

"Uncle Niu and the members of the Broadsword team are waiting for him there."

Wiltord continued to look in the direction of the farm with the binoculars.

Because the ridges and canals formed natural trenches, he and his soldiers had nothing to fear.

They concentrated on shooting at the militiamen on the outskirts of the opposite farm, trying to open a breakthrough for their vanguard troops surrounded by the farm. For a moment, they even forgot that they were still hungry, and at the same time they forgot what they were here for.

But they didn't notice that there was a movement in the cornfield behind them.

Niu San gently pushed aside the tall corn stalks in front of him, and looked out along the crack.

He saw Wiltord standing in the ditch and looking around with a telescope.

To be precise, it was Wiltord's head.

Stretch it out, and after a while, it goes down again.

According to Chen Jianqiu's order, he led his men to ambush here before dawn. He originally planned to catch some American soldiers who ran into the cornfields in a panic, or came in to steal corn, but he never thought that Wiltord and his soldiers would actually Divided into two parts.

Niu San didn't know Wiltord, but this didn't prevent him from preparing to attack the group of people in front of him from behind.

"Prepare all the grenades for me, four for each person. If I give an order, you all throw them into the ditch in front of you, and you must throw them all within ten seconds." Niu San said to the eager soldiers behind him.

The soldiers were soon in attack position.

A few minutes later, Wiltord and his men, all focused on the front, suddenly heard a whistle coming from behind.

Some of them turned their heads.

Then, they froze.

"Hey, what's that?" A soldier tugged at the sleeve of his comrade who was changing bullets.

A bunch of stone-like things suddenly flew out of the cornfield and flew over their heads.

One of them flew into the ditch and landed at his feet, smoking.

After a few seconds.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

A series of explosions sounded in the canal, mud splashed, shrapnel flew, and the canal suddenly wailed.

Immediately afterwards, a group of soldiers wearing turbans suddenly rushed out of the cornfield.

Each of them had a shotgun in their hand and a large knife behind their back.

Niu San rushed to the front.

Compared with ten years ago, he has added some gray hair, but his bravery is still the same as before.

"Brothers, follow me and kill them!"

(End of this chapter)