Restart Spain Sun Never Sets

March 7, 1876, at the border between Alberta, Canada and Montana, USA.

The border line is about 5 kilometers, and dozens of horse-drawn carriages slowly made their way to the U.S. border under the watch of hundreds of Canadian soldiers.

This group of Indian officials, who didn't know how to convince them, actually asked the British Empire to deliver weapons and equipment to them.

Private Giovanni couldn't help complaining to his friend Giovannite next to him,

Canada in March can't be said to be warm, braving the cold weather to send equipment to this group of Indians, they can't help complaining.

Okay, don't complain. It's full of high-end Spanish products. When these weapons are delivered to the Indians, their equipment will definitely be better than ours.

Fenati comforted the young comrade with a smile on his face. He did not understand the orders above, but as soldiers, completing the task was their primary goal.

Oh, I see. Isn't there an Indian who is in charge of the joint? They are so close to the US border, why haven't they seen it yet.

Giovanni was all puzzled. Although they knew that the U.S.-Canada border on the inner road was basically undefended, it was inevitable that there would be no accidents at such a close distance.

Yes, why is there still no one? It stands to reason that our route has been notified to the Indians in advance.

Everyone was wondering, and suddenly there were several Indians poking their brains behind the hillside in front of the right.

Brother Black Bear, isn't this group of red-clad British soldiers? The cargo behind them should be the arms that the Spaniards helped us with.

Black Bear is a dark and strong man, and the Indians are always so humorous in their names.

It should be, Copper Deer, shout the password.

Tonglu is a little thin, but he can speak a little English, so he has to shoulder this heavy task on this trip.

The one who brings hope. Copper Deer shouted, this is the code that has been confirmed in advance.

Rainbow in the north. There was an echo from the British position.

Brother Black Bear, it's the one who gave us weapons! Tonglu roared excitedly towards the black bear next to him.

Come on, let's go and see.

Black Bear is also a little excited. As an old soldier who has fought against white Americans for many years, seeing his weapons are readily available, his mood is self-evident.

Several people leaned out from the hillside and ran towards the British army. The British did not show hostility, and most people already knew the purpose of this trip.

A British lieutenant came out and looked at the few native Indians in front of him with a trace of disdain in his eyes.

Are you the ones who came to get the weapons? We can't enter the United States. We can only transport them in by yourself.

The British lieutenant was on a business trip, and he had no plans to greet the aborigines. These ragged aborigines could not let him treat him squarely.

Yes, yes, there is a hill in front of you, we will send someone to pick it up where you put it.

Tonglu acted as a translator, talking with the lieutenant, and the half-hearted English made the corner of the lieutenant's mouth twitch.

Lead the way. The British lieutenant twisted his neck and signaled them to lead the way. Even if he looked down on it, it was an order from above.

The team began to advance again, and finally stopped less than two kilometers from the U.S. border.

That's it. Your Excellency the lieutenant can leave the goods here. We will send someone to deliver it later. The black bear spoke, and the copper deer translated, conveying the meaning to the lieutenant.

No problem. The lieutenant replied, turning to look at the team:

Leave the goods here, we will rest in place, and when the Indians take the goods away, we can go back.

The lieutenant commanded loudly, the team cheered, and the damned journey was finally over.

Bronze deer, you stay here,

Let's go back and arrange people. Even if the British are gone, you must guard this batch of weapons.

The black bear looked at the English-speaking copper deer and said solemnly.

Don't worry, this batch of goods must be more important than my life. Tonglu patted his chest, feeling a sense of mission spontaneously.

The black bear nodded and turned to look at the Indian men who were with him: Brothers, let's speed up and go back.

After he finished speaking, he patted the copper deer on his chest again, and ran towards the United States with a few Indians.

Tonglu looked at the galloping backs of his compatriots, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, which was a yearning for the future.

In the interior of Montana, not far from the US border, the Sioux led by Patriarch Red Cloud are temporarily here.

The Los Angeles Mountains in western Montana provided favorable conditions for Indians to hide.

The Spaniard Felipe was leisurely eating fruit in front of the tent of Patriarch Hongyun. As a person who provided weapons to the Indians, his request could be said to have been greatly satisfied.

Patriarch Hongyun, Patriarch Hongyun, the weapons delivered by the British have arrived, we can go to deliver the weapons.

The black bear was running over panting, sweat and dust made him look quite embarrassed, but his excited expression could not be concealed.

Patriarch Hongyun suddenly opened the tent and walked out, Felipe also stood up, the arrival of the weapon means that he will be useful.

Black bear, where is the weapon and when can I get it.

Patriarch Hongyun held the tired and dehydrated black bear in his hands and asked excitedly.

On the dirt slope not far from the border, the copper deer is guarding with the British. The black bear replied.

Patriarch Hongyun suddenly calmed down. Although the border between Montana and the Americans is rarely guarded,

But the transport of several thousand guns is bound to make a lot of noise, and transport during the day is obviously dangerous.

It's hard for you, black bear, you go back to rest first, I will arrange it.

Patriarch Hongyun patted the black bear on the shoulder to reassure him.

Notify everyone, get the men in charge of the transport ready, and when it's dark, we'll set off to deliver the weapons.

The Indian soldiers on both sides signaled to understand.

Patriarch Hongyun, when you see our Spanish weapons, you will understand why I say American rifles are broken metal.

Felipe was eating the fruit, and said proudly, as a professional intelligence officer, the rifle equipped by the army will naturally be used.

Patriarch Hongyun looked at the yellow-haired and white-skinned Spaniard speechlessly. Everything else was fine, but he always seemed to be out of tune.

How come, compared to Spanish rifles, American rifles will definitely be scrap iron, but at that time, you will need to teach us how to use rifles.

Hongyun smiled awkwardly and let out a haha ​​to satisfy Felipe's desire to pretend to be 13, and he didn't intend to let him go on.

That's natural, not me. I am a master in the research and use of rifles. I must teach you clearly.

Felipe spit out the core and continued to joke. Apart from being indifferent, he was considered a qualified intelligence officer.

Patriarch Hongyun continued to be embarrassed, and could only match two sentences, trying to end the topic...

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Time passed slowly, and finally night fell, and hundreds of Indians began to set out against the moonlight...