The sun never sets in America

Chapter 13 The completely disappeared tribe

Boom--Boom--
In a field, dense artillery shells hit the loose military formation of the Indians on the opposite side. Each shell would take away several, or even a dozen, living lives.

"what--"

"my leg--"

There were cries of pain everywhere in the Indian formation.

boom---
Although the sporadic and inaccurate artillery shells fired from the rear of the Indian army caused some damage to the Mexican militia in the front, they were eventually overwhelmed by the Mexican militia due to the huge difference in the number of cannons and the quality of the artillery personnel on both sides. Amidst the dense artillery fire——
There is no trace of the Indian live artillery anymore. Only the cannon parts scattered on the ground can prove the existence of this cannon. Various religious colors are painted on it, which also shows that this cannon was used in this place. A high status among Indian tribes.

After all it is the most powerful weapon they have.

It even represents the dignity of the Huxi tribe to a certain extent, but now, this so-called dignity no longer exists.

bang—bang——
When the volleys of both sides fired at each other, the fate was already sealed!
The Indian musketeers, who have loose musket formations and chaotic command, are unable to compete with the white Mexican militiamen who are familiar with muskets and have some practical experience. Although most of these white Mexican militiamen are recruits who have only trained for less than a few days, the Mexicans The commander-in-chief, Baron Roman, cleverly mixed the veterans with the new recruits, using the method of bringing in the old with the new. Although there will definitely be big problems in tough battles, there are only a few muskets in front of them, and most of them are armed with simple cold weapons. However, the native Indians have an overwhelming advantage——
The war soon ended with the rout of the Indians under the blow of the fourth platoon of guns.

Next, is the final harvest! !

bang—bang——
"Quick, don't let go of any Indian monkeys, kill them all -" A Mexican officer who led the pursuit held a rifle and commanded the white Mexican militiamen who were afraid of him to shoot at the fleeing Indians ahead. .

Under the intense fire of volleys of guns, row after row, the Indians crowded on the same retreat road fell down one after another like leeks being cut from behind -
At this moment, human life is no different than a weed.

stab-
During the pursuit, an Indian who was running at the rear was stabbed through the neck by a bayonet from behind. He covered his bloody neck and fell on the field stained with the blood of the Indians. He never breathed again. .

Until the moment of death, his wide-open eyes revealed his expectations for the beauty of the world.

But all this no longer exists.

In this wilderness where the blood and lives of Indians flow, killing happens every moment, and human life is the least valuable thing.

The flowers and plants watered by blood reveal a hint of bright red, like a cruel and bloody oil painting, full of weirdness and discomfort that can easily make people have nightmares -——
bang—bang——
"Kill these Indian monkeys—"

The gunfire and the shouts of killing the Indians did not stop until an hour later.

In the wilderness and in the villages not far away, the bodies of Indians were everywhere, including children.

and some Indian women who had been violated before their deaths.

The human tragedy became a reality at this moment.

"Come on, you Indian beasts."

"Hurry, beast!"

A group of white Mexican militiamen escorted the surviving Indian civilians into the group like cattle and sheep. They even beat and kicked the Indians if they were slightly neglectful. They did not treat the Indians as human beings at all.

"Indian monkey, do you eat bananas? Uncle, I have one on my body——" The wretched white Mexican militiaman wantonly mocked the Indian civilians passing by him.

"Haha——" "Go to hell, you beasts——"

There were old and young, men and women in the crowd, and the youngest was less than ten years old. These surviving Indian civilians were trembling and were driven to the center of the team, triggering a burst of unbridled ridicule and abuse from the Mexican militiamen who were watching. .

Although these people did not know what the other party said, their survival instinct made them lower their heads to pray to these murderous white devils to let them live -——
This has nothing to do with dignity, this is the only way for people to survive.

"Major, what should we do?" Captain Cote asked Ramos, the leader of the Mexican militia group on the side, about the solution to these captured Indians.

The so-called militia regiment is actually a small regiment composed of about [-] white Mexican militiamen. Called a regiment, it is actually a battalion in later generations. It has mixed armed forces of infantry, artillery, and even a small number of cavalry, including chefs and barbers. Inside, there is a service team of dozens of people.

It can be said to be quite complete. Originally, according to the tradition of the current Western army, some prostitutes who voluntarily joined the army were also brought with them, mainly some poor Italian and Irish immigrants.

However, Baron Roman considered the honor and morale of the Mexican army and failed to adopt it. This led to some Mexican soldiers and officers complaining and madly cursing Baron Roman behind his back that he was a madman.

This also led to the white Mexican militiamen who lost military discipline and often vented their desires on the Indians.

What happened in the village just now is proof of this.

War has caused human nature to completely lose control, and animal nature has begun to dominate. The restraint and basic morality of life have completely disappeared, leaving only the instinct of the beast and the unscrupulous atrocities committed under the instinct of the beast-——
"The order given to us from above is a clean one that only belongs to white Mexico and only white California." Captain Ramos coldly read out the action plan formulated at the beginning, which was to cleanse all non-white people, "Captain, You understand what I mean!" Captain Ramos replied to Captain Kurt expressionlessly, his tone was tough and cold, and he had no sympathy for the Indian civilians.

"Yes, sir!!"

After hearing this, Captain Cotter saluted Captain Ramos, and then ordered people to drive the Indians to the river.

When the Indian civilians were driven to the river they called the Blue River at a loss, they had no idea what fate they would face next -
"Fire!"

Following Captain Kurt's order, dense volleys of gunfire rang out again.

bang—bang——
The Indians on the riverside fell in large numbers, and the few Indians who reacted and hoped to escape were stabbed to death by the white Mexican militiamen on the side of the river. The blood mixed with the mud on the river beach flowed into the Blue River.

As more and more bodies of Indians were thrown into the Blue River, the Blue River was instantly stained red with blood.

Several fish were wandering in the blood-covered river at a loss. The fish's eyes were a little surprised. Their little brains couldn't understand what happened just now. Why did the river water change color and smell of death.

Gradually, as more and more corpses of Indians were thrown into the river, in a certain narrow section of the river, as more and more corpses were piled up, there was a short-term closure, although it did not last long. , these corpses were eventually washed away by the raging river, but it was enough to prove the large number of corpses-——
Even the white Mexicans present were a little scared when they saw this scene. They could only shout the names of Jesus and the Virgin Mary over and over again, and cross themselves on their chests to cover up the unspeakable sin in their hearts.

"Before you leave, burn everything." Captain Ramos looked at the farmland in the village in front of him, and even issued an order to burn it wherever the Indians were active. He wanted to make this land no longer accessible. Traces of the presence of Indians, this land belongs only to them Mexicans, to be precise, white Mexicans-——
After this white Mexican militia group of more than 600 people left the tribe named Huxi, the entire village and the houses of the entire tribe were glowing with red fire, even the newly planted crops in the fields.

Everything will be lost until archaeological discoveries decades later. Graves excavated locally and a few relics that survived the fire will show the history of the Huxi tribe when it existed.

As for now, no one cares about the fate of an Indian tribe, let alone any justice.

Because this is the beginning of the [-]th century, when humans are killing each other - humans are about to use the weapons invented by their wisdom to bring harm to themselves that far exceeds the cold weapon age -
The only person who can destroy mankind is mankind itself. Plague and hunger are just accessories of war...

(End of this chapter)