The sun never sets in America

Chapter 21
tread... tread...

The dense footsteps stopped at a distance of 200 meters, and the uniform steps caused a panic among the soldiers of the fourth regiment on the opposite side, whose morale was greatly reduced due to their hasty retreat... If it were not for the suppression and comfort of the officers, I'm afraid some people have already begun to escape...

"Quick, get in formation..." Captain Walter looked at the Liujiabao musketeers on the opposite side who were about to raise their guns and aim at them. He panicked and gave the order to lure the enemy - if he didn't attack them as soon as possible at this time. Once the formations are integrated, as long as the opponent completes their preparations, and the Mexican militiamen, who are already low in morale and have loose formations, start a war, one can imagine how cruel the consequences will be.

With the efforts of Walt and the grassroots officers, the military formation of the Fourth Regiment was finally unified and reluctantly formed a huge phalanx with more than 400 people in total. The number of people seemed to be quite large. In fact, from the formation Judging from the neatness of the troops and the low morale of the Mexican militiamen... this army can only maintain its appearance.

And around them is the only elite force that can be counted, thirty cavalrymen that Walter finally gathered together, protecting the safety of Walter himself and other Mexican officers... The most important purpose of doing this is to Once the war failed, they could escape quickly by taking advantage of the fast speed of the war horses... As for why it was not used against Liu Jiabao's army, it was because in the eyes of Walter and other Mexican officers of the Fourth Regiment, this war As long as the Liujiabao army on the opposite side is not in vain, they will basically wipe out their army, which has just experienced a retreat and has been marching for a long time... This is the only instinct of these Mexican soldiers besides victory.

"The Mexican white ghosts on the other side are not doing so well!" Xu Zhi, the commander of the Wuwei Battalion on horseback, looked at the Mexican soldiers on the opposite side who were in loose formation and whose morale was low, with a trace of disdain on his lips...

"Battal Commander, these guys just escaped with their lives, and now they meet us again, their morale is very low..." Adjutant Zhou Zheng pointed at the Mexican musket phalanx opposite and explained the reason to Xu Zhi, "Batalite Commander, at this time these guys When the morale of the White Devils is low and their formation is loose, it is a great opportunity for us to send troops. If we let these guys slow down and fight again later, the price we will pay will be even greater..." Zhou Zheng said to Xu Chi suggested.

"Well, that makes sense..." After hearing this, Xu Zhi nodded to Zhou Zheng and said, "Order Tao Wang to start the war immediately..." Xu Zhi then gave the order to start the war, with a look of perseverance and some contempt on his face. He looked at the Mexican musket phalanx opposite and didn't take it seriously at all.

Following the order from Xu Zhi, the commander of the Wuwei Battalion, Tao Wang, who was leading the team from the front, immediately mobilized the musket phalanx and marched forward. The pace was very rhythmic and unhurried. It can be seen that the Wuwei Battalion was indeed one of the few in Liujiabao. One of the elite.

tread... tread...

The soldiers of the armed guard battalion, with their muskets on their shoulders, strode towards the Mexican militiamen on the opposite side in a uniform manner... The dense footsteps were like heavy hammers hitting the hearts of the white Mexican militiamen on the opposite side, triggering a panic.

"I won't fight, I want to go home..." A Mexican soldier flinched in front of the musket phalanx of the armed guard camp that was getting closer and closer. He directly dropped his musket and broke away from the formation and ran to the rear.

"don't want……"

"Ah...I don't want to fight."

…………

There were a few more deserters shouting out of fear, but what greeted them at the rear was...

bang... bang...

As the musketeers of the armed guard camp on the opposite side got closer and closer, finally, more and more Mexican soldiers broke away from the military formation and ran to the rear amidst shouts of fear... But the one who finally responded to them was The shots fired by their own people to execute them...

"Tell everyone that any deserter will be executed immediately without any negotiation!" Commander Walter issued the harshest order when facing more and more deserters. As he spoke, several more deserters were arrested for running away. , and was shot dead by the temporarily formed supervising team from the rear.

"These white sons of bitches kill their own people even harder than we beat them..." Xu Zhi looked at the many white Mexican soldiers who were shot for escaping, and said to Zhou Zheng with a hint of sarcasm, " In this case, Zhou Zheng, notify Zhang Lin in the rear to fire the artillery. If the attack is finished early, I will step into the city of Los Angeles earlier!" After seeing so many deserters from the Mexicans on the opposite side, Xu Zhi slowly let go of his caution and started Take command boldly.

"Yes, battalion commander..." Zhou Zheng responded with clasped fists at Xu Zhi.

Holding fists is a typical oriental salute. It is also a unique etiquette of Liujiabao in America. It is also an important feature that distinguishes Liujiabao from foreigners. At first, after Liu Peng traveled over, he planned to change the fist-holding salute. It became a Western salute... Later I found out that I had just entered a dead end and never came out. The Western salute is a Western military salute. Although they are located in America, if they imitate the West in everything and be exactly the same as the West, they will lose the characteristics of the East. What's more, everyone in Liujiabao, from top to bottom, has become accustomed to the fist-holding ceremony. If you change it rashly, I'm afraid it will offend everyone...

This is also the reason why Zhou Zheng gave Xu Zhi a fist-cup salute.

"Three rounds of rapid fire, start..." After receiving the order conveyed by Zhou Zheng, the artillery captain Zhang Lin immediately gave the order to fire from the rear.

Cannonballs were stuffed into the artillery by the artillerymen, and then fell like raindrops on the loose formation of the fourth regiment of the Mexican white militia, setting off a bloody storm.

Boom...boom...

The constant explosions soon drowned out the entire formation of four hundred Mexican musketeers... The smoke dissipated.

"Ah...my arm." A Mexican militiaman who had lost his arm was wailing in pain on the ground.

"My legs are gone, my legs are gone..." The Mexican militiaman who lost his legs cried heartbreakingly, "My legs, these are my legs." He hugged a bloody broken leg and cried loudly. He was about to be replaced, and what followed was a frightening calm. The Mexican militiaman died from excessive blood loss!
The military formation where the gunpowder smoke gradually dissipated was full of such painful wails. The fear of death began to spread like an infectious disease. The entire military formation was filled with screams due to panic and nowhere to vent. Soon, was overwhelmed by another dense burst of artillery.

At this time, the musket phalanx of the Armed Guard Battalion also arrived as scheduled, and stopped less than 150 meters away from the Mexican soldiers who had turned into frightened birds...

"Raise the gun..." Tao Wang was on his horse, commanding the phalanx of musketeers that had stopped on his side.

shhhhhhhhhh...

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a uniform sound of raising his gun, pointing the gun at the Mexican militiamen on the opposite side.

"Fire..." Tao Wang rode on a tall Spanish horse, pulled out the saber from his waist, pointed the saber straight ahead, and loudly gave the final order to the musketeers of the Wuwei camp beside him...

bang... bang...

Rows of gunfire rang out, hitting the Mexican soldiers on the opposite side like a torrential rain, and immediately a row of Mexican soldiers fell down.

Before there was time to react, the second row's shooting started immediately, and the soldiers in the first row immediately squatted on the ground, quickly reloading ammunition, and at the same time leaving space for the second row's shooting... This is what all the soldiers in the first row are doing right now. The world's most popular volleyball shooting... because when shooting, both sides must form a square formation, row after row, so it is also called...

Line up and shoot! !
bang... bang...

As the second row of guns fired, the Mexican soldiers on the opposite side who were preparing to fight back were instantly caught off guard. They only started to fight back when they reached the third row of guns in the Military Guard Battalion, but it was already too late.

War is like this, one step is slow and one step is slow. The victory of the Wuwei Battalion has been determined from the sound of cannons and the first volley of guns just now! !
bang... bang...

Mexico's counterattack didn't last long before it was suppressed by the musketeers of the armed guard battalion who had a denser formation and better psychological quality - in volley shooting, the density of the formation often determines the success or failure of the war... because of the firing of flintlock muskets Accuracy is not good, so in war, only dense formations can be used to form powerful firepower at a certain place, which is a rain of bullets. The lack of accuracy is made up for by quantity... And the Mexicans' loose military formation at the beginning is already doomed to line up. The final outcome of failure in this intensive fighting style is shooting...

bang... bang...

As the fifth round of volleys was fired, the already loose Mexican military formation could no longer be maintained. The entire military formation was filled with white Mexican militiamen fleeing randomly - like objects in general, just to escape. As for escaping, I couldn't even tell the direction.

There was even a stampede incident. Post-war statistics showed that more people were trampled to death than were killed by cannons!
"Fix the bayonet..." Tao Wang looked at the chaotic Mexicans on the opposite side, his face showing long-lost joy, and then he gave the order loudly.

shhhhhhhhhh...

There was another uniform sound of bayonets. The soldiers of the Wuwei Battalion were not affected by the war just now. It can be seen from the uniform sound of bayonets. "Attack..." Tao Wang waved his saber again, moved his horse forward, and gave the order for a general attack in a strong voice.

"kill……"

"Come on...kill all the white devils!"

The officers in the military formation held up their spear-like bayonets and took the lead in directing the soldiers behind them who also held bayonets to attack the already chaotic Mexican military formation on the opposite side... In an instant, the bayonets turned red.

stab...

shuh...

A soldier from the armed guard battalion who broke into the already chaotic Mexican formation stabbed to death with a bayonet a white militiaman who looked panicked and ran for his life when he saw their yellow skin. The bayonet full of blood was moving towards the next target...and around this soldier, everything that had just happened was everywhere.

"Don't kill me... I still have a mother, I can't die."

"Please, don't kill me..."

stab...

The white Mexican militiaman who was begging for mercy just now was stabbed in the chest by a bloody bayonet behind him. It was not until the moment he reached the ground that he saw the appearance of the other party through the blurred vision... a particularly young man with yellow skin. , the Liujiapu soldier with a wild look on his body, the other party should be an Indian, this was a hazy trace, his only judgment, and then, it was gone.

"Shan Wen, it's you again, why do you always take credit from me? Because of you, I haven't killed a single white ghost so far!" Hu Hai looked at him with dissatisfaction and pulled out the bayonet from the corpse of the Mexican soldier just now. Indians, to be precise, Shan Wen, an Indian soldier who has become a naturalized Chinese.

The so-called naturalization is actually a means for Liujiabao to assimilate the Indians. As long as they join the army and serve Liujiabao for more than five years, they will automatically be classified as Chinese... and the Chinese are actually Chinese.

In addition to these, if there are women in the family who marry Chinese, some of them can be allowed to join the Chinese as appropriate. In fact, this is also a policy to promote intermarriage and expand the Chinese population.

Being Chinese means you can enjoy promotions and even tax advantages, all of which are aimed at increasing the Chinese population and artificially raising the status of the Chinese. Liu Peng even suggested adding the excessive status of honorary Chinese. Anyone who knows basic Chinese and can recognize [-] Chinese characters is an honorary Chinese...This is Liu Peng's intention to speed up the assimilation of Indians in Liujiabao, increase the number of Chinese ethnic groups quickly, and to honor Liujiabao. The Chinese population... Just imagine, if you don't have a sense of identity with Liujiapu, or if you don't have a high sense of identity, you will have to learn Chinese, which is already difficult, and you have to learn [-] Chinese characters. This is for Indians who are still very low-educated. , requires a lot of perseverance...it can also screen out the Indians who are truly loyal to Liujiabao and recognize Liujiabao's rule...

Since Wenshan came to Liujiabao as a boy, he naturally became a Chinese, and his status was equal to Chinese soldiers like Hu Hai.

"Hu Hai, you still have the nerve to say that if it weren't for me, you would have died long ago." Shan Wen replied to Hu Hai disdainfully.

"You...I was not careful." After hearing this, Hu Hai defended with some embarrassment. Just now, when Hu Hai was chasing a Mexican soldier, he was almost stabbed by the other party's dying knife. If it hadn't been for Shan The person who was saved by Wen would have died there a long time ago.

But Hu Hai is very shameless, so he always hoped to kill a few more Mexican soldiers to clear his name, but he didn't kill the last one, and they were all missed by Shan Wen who was following him... Hu Hai was very disappointed. Not happy.

"You..." Shan Wen looked at the stubborn Hu Hai and was about to say something when he was interrupted by a shout.

"Surrender without killing..."

"Surrender without killing..."

The entire battlefield was full of Spanish voices urging surrender. When the war reached this level, there was no point in continuing to kill. It was better to capture some white Mexican prisoners and set an example for future white Mexican militiamen.

If everyone is killed, the Mexican soldiers in the future will definitely not surrender, and will even resist to the end, adding more casualties to Liujiabao. This is what Liujiabao does not want to see.

In this way, how to persuade Liu Jiabao to surrender became a major event in Liujiabao from the very beginning.

wow... wow...

As calls for surrender rang out, the surviving Mexican militiamen put down their weapons with fear in their eyes, and tremblingly knelt on the ground, waiting for their fate.

"Battal Commander, there is a group of cavalry running over there, do you want to chase them?" Zhou Zheng said to Xu Zhi, pointing to the northwest direction. In fact, this was the direction that Walter and the others had planned to escape early in the morning.

"Hmph -" Looking at the direction Zhou Zheng was pointing, Xu Zhi snorted coldly, "Don't worry, they can't run away." Xu Zhi, the commander of the Wuwei Battalion, had a smirk on his face.

"Counting the time, they should have entered Li Xiucai's pocket." Xu Zhi turned to his adjutant Zhou Zheng and said with a smile.

After hearing this, Zhou Zheng showed a hint of joy on his face.

...............

bang... bang...

The sound of horse hooves resounded in a valley. A group of panicked cavalry were running forward at high speed without any intention of slowing down. Some horses were even a little tired and continued to run forward. --——
"Hurry, get out of here!" Captain Walter looked at the exit of the valley in front of him on a white horse and thought to himself with a smile on his face.

But in an instant, his mood changed from the paradise where he was about to escape to the abyss of hell.

The exit in front was suddenly blocked by a group of soldiers holding muskets, and at the exit on the other side, there were several artillery pieces aimed at them. Just when Walter was about to turn around and escape... a rapid sound of horse hooves came from Walter. came from behind the team.

Hundreds of knights in shining breastplates blocked their retreat. The leading knight held a flag with an armored guard painted on it. Although the square characters on it could not be understood by him, he also knew that it should be the name of the unit. Something like that...

"Dismount, surrender..." Captain Walter, who was riding on the horse, took the lead in dismounting and surrendering without hesitation. In front of his subordinates, he even took off his own gun, as well as the one given by the Governor himself before setting off. saber.

For Walter at this moment, controlling the military power, making profits for the family, the dignity of a soldier, and being a governor-general with a sword are not more important than his own life.

Dignity, how much is dignity worth! !
A war horse walked up to Walter, and the middle-aged man on the horse said to Walter in fluent Spanish: "I am Li Zhaowu, the commander of the Liujiabao Iron Guard Battalion, and I now accept your surrender..." Li Zhaowu Walter, who was riding on the horse and looking at the horse respectfully, showed a satisfied smile.

After hearing this, Walter obediently handed over the knife and gun to the Iron Guard soldiers who came up to him, without any expression of shame, which made Li Zhaowu, who had been observing his expression, secretly despise him.

Soldiers, have some backbone! !

(End of this chapter)