America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Major Harrison and some militiamen from the Northern Camp rushed to the scene with lanterns and torches.

But the major was in no hurry to join the fight.

Instead, he asked his men to put out the torches and stay far away.

Is it not a living target to hold a torch in the dark?

He stared dumbfounded at the scene in front of him.

Both sides are basically fighting in the general direction, depending on luck.

Those who returned said that there was an electrified barbed wire fence outside the village, and they couldn't get through. Some people died and some were injured.

"Let them withdraw!" Harrison turned his head and said to the mayor, "Don't embarrass yourself there."

The mayor shouted at the top of his voice: "Get out! Get back! Pull back everyone who can be dragged back!"

One after another, the town militiamen withdrew back, including the old man with the white beard who had lost his son.

The old man was dragged out of the darkness by three people.

The man had already fainted from the pain, lost the gun somewhere, and was dragged like a dead dog.

Harrison glanced at the white-bearded old man on the ground with disgust.

"We, now, retreat?" The mayor asked cautiously, "Or find someone to talk to them tomorrow?"

The major snorted:
"We've already beaten each other, so why talk?"

He glanced at the direction of the settlement, and said to himself:
"Let you sleep peacefully again."

The next morning, Lin Sanshan urgently gathered the Chinese people in the settlement.

The children were arranged to hide in buildings near the center, and the others, as long as they could hold weapons, were gathered and assigned to every fortification on the periphery of the stronghold.

Lin Sanshan originally wanted the women to hide with the children, but his wife Jin Hongchan disagreed.

As a trained female warrior, she has always regarded Camilla as her idol, saying that a woman does not give way to a man, and the women's army she organized can also join.

Lin Sanshan couldn't think of where to arrange the Detachment of Women.

He really didn't want women involved in the war.

After the fierce battle last night, he had a premonition that the enemy would attack here soon.

Although there has been no violence against Chinese in this country for a long time.

But from the first day of working under Chen Jianqiu, Lin Sanshan was told by Chen:

If there is a real fight, these white men will be extremely cruel and unscrupulous.

Just think about how they treated Indians.

What happened decades ago is still vivid.

His hunch was extremely accurate.

Before the personnel were assigned, Dong Sheng hurried over to report to him:
"Boss, the enemy, here we come!"

"Which direction?"

"Four directions!"

Lin Sanshan was startled, and hurriedly ordered the people below to defend their positions.

And he himself followed Dong Sheng up the iron tower.

As Dong Sheng said, there were armed men with guns in the four directions of the stronghold.

The formation of these people is not very neat, very scattered, but there are many people.

For a while, Lin Sanshan couldn't tell which side was the main direction of the National Guard's attack.

"Dongsheng, hurry up and send a telegram to Roswell, saying that the enemy has begun to attack the stronghold."

Lin Sanshan gave orders to the telegraph operator, while he was thinking about how to deal with the enemy's offensive.

It would be nice if there were still people available.

In this way, a reserve team can be formed to support wherever the enemy's offensive is fierce.

The eyes of the former leader of the Longxiang team suddenly fell on the female army under the iron tower.

Lin Sanshan climbed down from the iron tower, and his wife greeted him aggressively:
"Don't hide from me, I'll ask you why we can't go up? Will you be widows after you die? Are all our usual trainings for nothing?"

Jin Hongchan chased Lin Sanshan with a semi-automatic rifle in her hand and asked. The female soldiers behind her were also fully armed.

She was very dissatisfied with her husband's attitude and answered perfunctorily every time she asked about it.

But this time, Lin Sanshan's attitude was different.

"Leave four people to take care of the children in the refuge, and another ten people to take care of the logistics, and the rest will follow me!" He said to his wife without looking back.

Lin Sanshan, who rushed to the front line, met Brunson, a reporter from the New York World.

"Mr. Brunson, I'm sorry, I can't guarantee your safety now, please go to a shelter." He stopped and said to the reporter.

"Don't worry about me, Mr. Lin, those soldiers won't do anything to me." The reporter carried a camera with a stand on his shoulders, "As a reporter, I have the obligation and the right to know what happened here, and report these Things were reported as they were.”

"But bullets don't have eyes." Lin Sanshan wanted to persuade him, but Brunson's attitude was extremely firm, so he said "be careful" and continued to lead the reserve team to the front line.

At this time, outside the stronghold, Major Harrison, the attacker, seemed not in a hurry.

He divided the attacking teams in each direction into two echelons.

Those in the first echelon of the northern front launched the attack first.

The militiamen formed a line and moved towards the village.

They quickly came into range.

The defending Chinese soldiers were also rude. After the routine loudspeaker broadcast had no effect for a while, they decisively fired their guns.

The Chinese stronghold at Fort Stockton does not have counterweighted machine guns, but there are plenty of automatic and semi-automatic weapons.

With a volley of fire, five or six militiamen in the front fell down at once.

As the militiamen advanced, they raised their guns and fired forward.

According to usual experience, there should be an obvious fault in the firepower on the opposite side.

But this fault did not appear.

The bullets swept over again, and many militiamen fell again.

The commander of the first team rushed halfway, and withdrew back with the team.

He happened to meet Harrison, who was commanding from a distance.

"Why don't you continue to charge?" Harrison asked angrily, "The second echelon will go up to support you soon."

The commander took a breath:
"No, Major, the firepower on the other side is too fierce. They seem to be using a new type of gun. We can't beat them at all."

Harrison almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

From the battle last night, he knew that there were automatic firearms on the opposite side.

But he didn't find the existence of the heavy machine gun.

Originally, he thought that without a machine gun, it would be impossible for the opponent to block his charge.

Although his own equipment is not as good as the opponent's, he can still rely on the number of people to stand up.

Unexpectedly, it was only halfway through the rush and it would be unbearable.

Who asked the opponent to provide weapons to the largest arms dealer in the country?

Soon, almost the same news came from the other three directions:
The attack was thwarted, many people were injured, and even the barbed wire fence could not be reached.

Harrison's Tooth Sucking Hanako.

Although it is said that you should not be afraid of death in war, but he can't explain why he has to bite the bullet and kill too many people.

After all, it was hard for him to say that this operation was to defend the country.

He thought for a while, and quickly adjusted his attack strategy.

Still divide into two groups, take advantage of the accuracy of the bolt rifle, and keep a distance from the opposite side to shoot.

He will also consume the opponent to death.

Meanwhile, on state borders.

Lieutenant Colonel Huntington of the Marine Corps led his troops to lay out defense lines on the only way.

The border between New Mexico and Texas is a flat wilderness that is almost indefensible.

However, the lieutenant colonel is still very confident, because since the failure of the last Spanish-American War, the Navy has funded them with a dozen heavy machine guns.

With these heavy machine guns, he was confident that he could bury any army coming from the other side of the state line here.

No matter how strong your Chinese army is, it is still a mortal body, and it has to be reduced to a dead soul under the heavy machine gun.

Huntington and his subordinates stood on the front line, looking at their position with satisfaction.

Sandbag bunkers, barbed wire, traffic trenches.
He was proud that his troops could build so many fortifications in such a short period of time.

"You see, our fortifications and firepower points are all arranged in different levels." Huntington stood on a high place, pointed at the position, and "answered questions" for his subordinates.

"But, sir, what if they use artillery to bombard our position?" The subordinate was very face-saving, "It is said that they have a lot of field artillery."

"This is something to pay attention to." Huntington jumped out of the trench with his subordinates, pointing to the cat's ear hole dug in the wall, "When the artillery from the other side came, we hid here and waited until their soldiers charged. Time, we will come out again."

"I stole this from those Chinese people. Hehe, now I am using it on them." The lieutenant colonel patted the dust in his hands and said proudly.

After being deflated in Cuba, Huntington learned from the painful experience. Before withdrawing from Cuba, he carefully observed the fortifications and trenches left by Chen Jianqiu's army there.

"The task of the first line of defense is to lure the enemy to go deep, pretending to be unable to beat them, so as to paralyze them and attract their artillery firepower. After a little resistance, they retreat directly along the communication trench to the second line of defense."

Huntington said with joy.

He felt more and more that he was a genius who could adapt the tactics learned from the Chinese to his own use.

Two days later, the Marines were still on the ground perfecting their fortifications.

Suddenly, a soldier straightened up.

"Look, what's that?" He pointed to a large cloud of dust rising on the distant horizon.

"Get ready! Get ready! They're coming!" Huntington, who was standing aside and gesticulating, also looked into the distance and shouted excitedly, "Everyone enters a defensive position!"

Although he didn't know why the dust was so big, it was obvious that there was no doubt that the opponent's main force was there.

The soldiers of the Marine Corps quickly set up their guns and observed them.

The machine gunners also quickly took up positions at their respective firepower points.

However, as the dust got closer, Huntington suddenly realized that something was wrong.

The sound of "rumbling" like muffled thunder came to his ears from far to near.

The lieutenant colonel picked up the telescope in his hand and looked forward.

Then his body froze.

Huge monsters like iron bumps appeared side by side on the horizon, and they were heading in their own direction.

They are tightly wrapped in steel plates, with a turret that looks like it can rotate, and uses crawlers to move forward.

The "thunder" I heard was made by these "monsters"; and the dust was also raised by these "monsters".

The subordinate saw his commander stunned, and took the binoculars from the lieutenant colonel. .

No one saw his frightened eyes behind the telescope:
"Sir, what the hell is this? Are we, are we going to 'lure the enemy deep'?"