America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 549 Buried in the Field as Fertilizer

Niu San rushed out of the corn field with the militiamen like tigers descending the mountain.

In the canal, the federal soldiers were knocked dizzy by grenades.

Some of them were knocked to the ground by the explosion without even knowing which direction the attack was coming from.

The raised dust covered their heads and faces and covered them.

A soldier staggered up from the ground.

The whole world in front of his eyes was in a state of shaking, and he couldn't hear any other sounds except for the sharp beeping in his ears.

"Frantz! Franz!" The soldier shook the soil on his head and called another soldier's name.

But just as he staggered forward a few steps, he tripped over something.

The American soldier looked down and found that the "Frantz" he was looking for was lying at his feet, his face was covered with blood, and he could only breathe out, not in.

He knelt down and picked up the rifle that had fallen to the ground.

But when he raised his head again, he found a Chinese soldier who fell from the sky, jumped into the ditch, and stood in front of him.

The American soldiers hurriedly raised their rifles and prepared to shoot.

But he never thought that the Chinese soldier on the opposite side raised his hand and pointed "bang bang" in his direction without even thinking about it, just two shots.

In his hand, it was a shotgun.

This gun looks different from all the shotguns before it, with a long recoil design and a 20-gauge shotgun.

Most importantly, it can shoot continuously and is a semi-automatic shotgun.

Commonly known as "continuous spray".

Needless to say, this is also Browning's masterpiece.

This outstanding gunsmith tirelessly designed various automatic and semi-automatic weapons, not for anything else, just to meet Chen Jianqiu's "faster and more powerful" requirements.

He named the gun "AUTO-5".

Niu San and his assault soldiers were equipped with this weapon, which was originally intended for them to fight the enemy in the cornfield, but they never thought that the battle would take place directly in the ditch.

The power of the semi-automatic shotgun has become even greater.

Under the spray, life is equal; but if it is even sprayed, the gods in the trenches will have to lose their skin.

The American soldiers who were hit quickly fell to the ground.

His chest had been blasted open, bloody and bloody, and he couldn't survive.

The Chinese soldiers did not stop, and went directly along the canal with their guns in search of the next prey.

Scenes like this happen everywhere in the canal.

Among Wiltord's soldiers, except for the colonel himself who has a little experience in hand-to-hand combat with Indians, everyone else is a rookie among rookies.

After they experienced a round of grenade baptism, they were chased by Chinese soldiers with continuous spray guns.

Wiltord's reaction was faster than these subordinates.

He soon spotted a Chinese soldier moving in his direction.

After all, the canal is not a trench. If you don't bend over and move in it, it is still easy to be found.

The Colonel hid in a corner against a wall of mud.

He took out the revolver at his waist, and when the Chinese soldier appeared around the corner, he shot the daredevil in the back of the heart.

The Chinese soldier fell to the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Wiltord was just about to reset the hammer and pick up another one, but a gray-haired Chinese man suddenly rushed out from the corner.

The continuous spray in Niu San's hand beeped four times in a row without mercy.

When he got out of the way, he aimed at the corner where the colonel was hiding.

Just now Niu San hunched over behind the soldier in front.

He just wanted to remind the young man in front to bend down to search, but he never thought that the latter had already been ambushed.

Each of the four bullets hit the colonel.

Wiltord didn't even groan, he was beaten into briquettes, and sat in a corner.

Niu San stepped forward, squatted down, and found the leather ID card from Wiltord's chest pocket.

"Hey, he's still a senior official." Niu San looked at the sign and curled his lips.

He stuffed the ID card into his pocket, then glanced at the colonel's body again, and continued to look for the enemy.

The cornfield is still fighting fiercely, and the farm has shown a one-sided trend.

Those American soldiers who were trapped in the farm quickly lost their fighting spirit.

They had never seen such fierce firepower in their lives.

Generally, a troop casualty reaching 30.00% will cause a collapse in morale, and this team that came for robbery and killed the chief obviously can't use so much.

Under the suppression of hellish firepower, these soldiers were completely unable to organize a decent resistance.

They have no second thoughts other than survival.

If this continues, the battle on the farm will turn into a one-sided massacre!

But Chen Jianqiu's voice suddenly came from the loudspeaker in the farm:
"Everyone, I've eaten breakfast too, whether it's char siu buns or 'peanuts', I know you don't want to die, if you want to surrender, please throw the gun away from yourselves, then take off your pants and wave it, we will Accept your surrender as appropriate."

The American soldiers who had been frightened out of their souls heard the broadcast like hearing fairy sounds.

They threw out the weapons in their hands one after another, and then began to scramble to take off their pants, and then waved them in a sign of surrender.

The gunfire on the farm quickly died down.

The militiamen came out of their ambush and began to accept the surrender of the naked butt or long johns-wearing federal soldiers in front of them.

The fighting on the farm subsided, and the battle was over in the cornfields.

The bodies of American soldiers lay in the canal and outside the canal, and some narrow places even blocked the canal.

Some of them were directly killed by grenades, some were sprayed to death by sprayers, and some were hacked to death by the big knives in the hands of Chinese soldiers.

The rest also quickly surrendered.

Beyond that, they have no choice.

During the entire battle, very few people escaped, and the three or four hundred soldiers who came to grab food either died on the spot or were directly captured.

Anyone who can speak is dead.

The militiamen began to sweep the battlefield.

"Boss, how to deal with those corpses?" Li Sifu walked in front of Chen Jianqiu and asked, "It may not be easy to collect all the corpses."

He said to Chen Jianqiu with some embarrassment:

"After all, some of their corpses may not be complete. I'm afraid that if they are sent back to their relatives, those with poor mental quality will collapse."

Chen Jianqiu raised his eyebrows:

"Then choose some complete 'parts' for them to keep, so that they can remember it when the time comes, the ID card and uniform will do."

"What about the rest?" Li Sifu continued to ask, "There are no natural handlers like vultures, hyenas and coyotes in our place."

Chen Jianqiu glanced at the bloodstains on the ground and the scattered corpses, and sighed:

"For the rest, bury it in my field as fertilizer. I don't want to see such a tragic scene, so hurry up."

　I drank very badly today, I just vomited, I will make up a small chapter, I will see how I feel tomorrow and then recover, I apologize to everyone.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)