1850 American Gold Tycoon

Chapter 99 Ambush
Liang Yao still overestimated Brandon's strength.

The total number of Brandon's bandits is only more than one hundred and ten people, and the core backbone of Brandon, that is, the deserters, only has about seventy people.

Under Liang Yao's blockade, Brandon's life became more and more difficult, so recently he had no choice but to take risks and attack small gold mining companies in the Sacramento area.

Moreover, Brandon's gang of gangsters is now full of conflicts. Brandon's bowl of water is not balanced, and his excessive preference for deserters from his hometown makes other gang members deeply dissatisfied.There are not a few gangsters like Walker who choose to leave Brandon's gang.

As for whether Walker might be the bait sent by Brandon to catch him, Liang Yao also considered this issue.

After careful analysis, Liang Yao judged that there was no such possibility.

One is based on Walker's personality and loyalty to Brandon, Walker will not take the risk of undertaking such a dangerous mission for Brandon.

The second is because it is too late for Brandon to avoid him now, so how can he have the courage to provoke him.

What would it matter if Brandon could defeat his troops once, twice, or even three times?

Liang Yao and Brandon's financial resources and resources are not in the same order of magnitude at all.

Even if Liang Yao had a bad start, he could still recruit another team with considerable numbers and good combat power.

In other words, he, Liang Yao, won't be injured eight times out of ten, and Brandon can't afford to lose even once.

The Pomo and Maidu are the two Indian tribes closest to San Francisco and Sacramento.

More than two hundred kilometers north of the Sacramento area is the territory of these two Indian tribes.

The trade between Liang Yao and the Indian tribes was mainly carried out with these two Indian tribes.

In the past, Deng Wenkang was responsible for the trade with the Indians, and this time is no exception.

In order not to startle the enemy, Liang Yao did not change the size of the caravan, it was still a caravan of more than [-] people.

There were too many people, and he was worried that Brandon would retreat and would not take the bait.

With fewer people, he was worried that Brandon would become suspicious and give up the idea of ​​robbing the caravan.

To be on the safe side, Liang Yao placed four small teams in the caravan of more than [-] people, under the command of Deng Yan, to strengthen the caravan's combat effectiveness and withstand Brandon's previous waves of offensive.

Brandon had never had the idea of ​​Liang Yao's caravan before, but this time, Brandon was tempted.

Because this time, he finally got some information about the caravan.

The caravan not only carried 1100 ounces of gold for trading with the Indians, but also carried a large amount of daily necessities such as salt, sugar, and cloth.

These are things that Brandon desperately needs, especially cloth, it is already early autumn, and winter will be coming in two or three months.

As a native Georgian, Brandon is not very afraid of heat, but he and his Georgia deserters are a little afraid of cold, although the winter in California is not too cold.

In the past in the army, Griffin would distribute warm clothes and bedding to them on time every year, but this year he needs to rely on his own ability to survive this cold winter.

In order to ensure that the robbery of the caravan was foolproof, Brandon did not allow those untrustworthy mobs to participate in the operation this time.

More than sixty people who participated in the robbery of the caravan were all trusted fellow Georgians.

Many of them came from the same town, grew up together, and carried guns and shot Mexicans together.

When Deng Wenkang's caravan left Sacramento and headed north, Brandon's people had already been eyeing the caravan.

Brandon was patient, and he didn't choose to play near Sacramento.

The miners in Sacramento are very united. If one party is in trouble, all parties will come to support.

Brandon has suffered many losses in Sacramento, which is why Brandon's robbery in Sacramento was very smooth, but once he saw someone with support coming, he decisively chose to retreat.

Brandon knew very well that once he was entangled by these people, he would suffer a huge loss.

It is the wise man's way not to be greedy, but to accept as soon as it is good.

But the location of the action should not be too close to the Indian territory, because the Pomo and Maidu Indians will also support Liang Yao's caravan.

So Brandon decided to wait until the caravan was at least sixty kilometers out of Sacramento.

Although in terms of number, he is not much more than this caravan.

But in his eyes, these caravans composed of Chinese are just a group of rabble, and they don't have much fighting power.

What's more, his team of bandits was able to rule the roost in California.A large part of the reason is that the weapons they are equipped with are the most advanced rifled guns in the United States.

Their personnel are all soldiers who have undergone serious military training. This configuration is a dimensionality reduction blow to other bandit teams and robbery targets.

Brandon believed that they would soon be able to defeat the caravan and easily capture these much-needed supplies.

If there are enough supplies, he can also consider sharing some supplies with John of the Astor family.

Brandon chose a mountainous area with sparse forests and a relatively open view as the ambush location.

There are no tall trees here, but there are enough bushes to hide. As long as they don't stand up and make loud noises, it will be difficult for them to be spotted by the caravan.

Moreover, it is a condescending place with a panoramic view of the trade trail, making it an excellent location for ambushes.

The caravan quickly entered their ambush circle, and when they were about 150 yards (137.16 meters) away from them, Brandon ordered to open fire.

"shooting!"

The rifled version of Springfield M1842 has an effective range of up to 300 yards (274.32 meters), and a distance of 200 yards is enough to effectively strike and kill caravan personnel.

Deng Yan was very cautious along the way, he had already realized that he was being targeted by the gangsters.

Just in order not to startle the enemy, he still pretended that nothing had happened, and under the guidance of Deng Wenkang, he continued to move forward along the trade trail they opened up.

"Enemy attack! Find cover!"

Deng Yan ordered loudly.

Although four or five companions were shot and fell down, the rest of them swiftly cut off the harness on the horse's back and let the frightened pack horse run away.

Instead of horses, they needed sandbags on carts for cover.

With the help of the carriage, the opponent fired the second time, and only one soldier was hit in the shoulder by a stray bullet.

Deng Yan pulled Deng Wenkang aside and ordered Deng Wenkang to lie down and stay still, while he calmly directed the soldiers and caravan guards to hide behind the carriage, orderly and condescending

The bandits fought back.

Four of the gangsters who had just stood up from the bushes and shot fell down in an instant.

"Brother, where did you buy this gun? It's so damn accurate!"

A caravan guard watched a soldier accurately knock down a bandit a hundred yards away, and exclaimed as he looked at the gun in his hand that looked exactly like his.

"Don't fucking talk nonsense, retract and reload the ammunition immediately after shooting! Bullets don't have eyes!"

Deng Yan kicked the nonsense caravan guard hard, and ordered the soldiers to attack the bandits on the hill in an orderly manner.

Due to the carriage as a cover, the opponent's terrain advantage has been weakened a lot.

"Sand! It's sand! Their wagons are loaded with sand!"

The gangsters who pressed forward to only seventy or eighty yards away from the caravan were amazing.

What he saw coming out of the sack hit by the bullet was not sugar or sea salt, but yellow sand.

The sand streaming from the sandbag made him realize that this was a trap, this wasn't a caravan at all.

Just as he yelled these words, several Mines bullets shot into his chest precisely, crushing his heart and lungs, killing him on the spot.

The voice of speech was covered by the fierce gunfire, and Brandon couldn't hear clearly what the people in front were shouting.

But his intuition also told him that this was not a caravan at all, but a group of well-trained soldiers.

A bullet grazed just a fist away from Brandon's face and entered the trunk of a century-old pine beside him.

The flying sawdust scraped his face, and Brandon didn't care about the pain on his face at this moment, he subconsciously lay down, turned his head and glanced at the tree trunk that had just been hit.

A deformed Minie bullet was deeply embedded in the tree trunk, which also explained why the opponent shot so accurately.

This is a trap!
"Retreat! Retreat! Retreat immediately!"

Brandon didn't have time to think about it, and decisively issued an order to retreat.

(End of this chapter)