New World 1620

When it comes to the history of North America, almost all historians write with regret about the more than 300 years of fighting between European colonists and Indians.The plight of the Indians is also mostly attributed to the criminal massacres of colonialism.

But in fact, in terms of scale, frequency, and degree of bloodshed, the civil wars between North American Indians far exceeded the wars between Indians and Europeans.Unlike wars between civilized countries, which are usually resolved through negotiation tables at a certain stage, wars between Indians can be described as an endless warring state model. North American Indians died in their own hands far more than Europeans. .

The reason why the classic tragedies of several Indian tribes can remain famous in the long river of history is mostly because of the deliberate excavation of historians and modern human rights concepts, and their role is also to warn future generations.

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Without Su Zining's knowledgeable and poisonous tongue present, almost no one knew what big event they did this time.

History may be changing, but the original inertia of history continues to slide unstoppably, and there is even an inexplicable acceleration.In the summer of 1636 in history, the death of a Boston businessman on the upper Hudson River directly led to a full-scale war between the North American colonies and the Pequot tribe.

And this time, one of the protagonists of the war is still on the stage, but the other protagonist is not a European colonist.The time of the war was also advanced by a full 15 years.

Sunday, April 1621, 4, sunny, 11:7 am.

From yesterday to now, He Yu has maintained a high degree of tension and excitement, and the eyes of the young officer who has not had the slightest sleepiness are now bloodshot.

Early yesterday morning, An Shaoqing lit a pile of smoke, but the fishing boats from Manhattan still came indistinctly.Seeing that the fishing boat full of supplies was approaching the pier, He Yu fired several times.

The cunning Pequots hid in the woods not far from the pier. In their view, the large ships of these ferocious "Chinese" people were their easy prey. As long as the ships docked, their fighters could swarm up Kill everyone on board.

A few impatient Pequots showed up at the last moment. The fishing boat that was already approaching the pier [-] meters away slowed down and then started to turn backwards. The disappointed Pequots could only rush to the pier and face the fishing boat [-] meters away. He shot the bone arrow in his hand in vain.

All this made the people inside the wooden walls of West Point Town feel tense after a long sigh of relief.Lack of medicines killed another seriously wounded Englishman and a Delaware Indian, and West Point's meager food supplies were depleted because they couldn't go out.

But what is even more frightening is that from the night before to now, the number of Pequots surrounding West Point Town is still rising rapidly.Apparently, the Pequots who fought were aided by other native villages, and the number that can be observed now exceeds 300, and may even be 400.

Although the Pequot Indians suffered unimaginable casualties on the first day of the offensive, they were extremely afraid of the terrible firearms in West Point.But relying on the large number of people, they are a little bit ready to move.Perhaps seeing the weakness of West Point's defense on three sides, the number of Pequots concentrated in the south reached almost 200.

The latest attack took place yesterday evening when more than forty Pequots broke through the southern defenses, climbed over the wooden walls, and rushed into West Point.The garrison soldiers commanded by He Yu and the English immigrants almost fought back the terrifying Pequot fighters with bayonets and fire axes.

After the battle, some English and Delaware soldiers were killed, and more people, including several soldiers of the Land Guard, Dong Jiunan and Li Xiang were also seriously injured.

In order to cover Pastor Brest's reloading of the matchlock gun, Li Xiang rushed forward and knocked down an enemy with the butt of his gun, and then was pierced through the thigh by a wooden spear thrown from other directions.

Dong Jiunan was hit in the back by several bone spears thrown by his opponents, and he was still unconscious after losing too much blood.

Now there are only less than 50 people left who can move, including Na Da.

In the wooden house where the wounded were placed, Nada didn't cry any more, but used a sackcloth dipped in clean water to keep the temperature of Dong Jiunan's forehead down.Her husband Li Xiang, with his wounded leg wrapped in cloth bandages, was leaning against the window with a matchlock gun on guard.

"If they set off overnight yesterday, they should have arrived early this morning. Why haven't they seen reinforcements yet!"

The youth of the geological exploration team who followed An Shaoqing yelled like he was insane, and there was a large amount of blood on the broken sleeve on his left arm.

The former otaku who majored in geothermal exploration at Beijing University of Geosciences now has bloodshot eyes showing despair: "I knew they wouldn't care about us! I knew it!"

The hysteria didn't just happen to this young man.

In the corner, a certain bearded Englishman was crying and laughing all the time, and one of his legs was directly smashed by a strong Pequot with a heavy stone axe.

A young Delaware Indian boy, whose upper body was almost covered with bloody sackcloth, was leaning against the wall with a pale face, mumbling all night.

No matter how everyone behaved, despair was written on everyone's face in the room.

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Outside the wooden house, 48 red-stained men gathered behind the defensive bunker. The defense line of the wooden wall had been abandoned. They could only use their extremely skilled reloading and shooting skills in battle to maintain the long-distance killing effect as much as possible.

Different from the initial battle, the soldiers of the Land Guard are now completely numb. They can use the push rod to stab the ammunition in the barrel in an orderly manner almost under the nose of the opponent, and then fire close to the opponent's face.Or push the opponent up to the wooden wall without saying a word with a bayonet.

He Yu didn't feel any relief about this, but walked slowly behind the soldiers, checking the possible careless behavior of his subordinates.Not far from him, the English pastor has long lost his image of a kind and gentle religious person. Now he has an arquebus in one hand, a fire ax in the other, and even two iron spears for throwing spears beside him. Already blacked out, apparently no idea how many Pequot Indians were stabbed.

"Mr. Second Lieutenant, if your commander doesn't send reinforcements, I'm afraid we will all be called by God tonight." Brest reloaded the ammo for an arquebus, gently put it aside, and looked at the The American officer sitting next to him whispered, "Your soldiers are brave, but here are more civilians! They can't hold on any longer!"

"Old man, you talk a lot of nonsense..." He Yu took off his military cap, looked at the sky blankly, with a wry smile on his lips, "Isn't your God still watching?"

"Oh, Mr. Second Lieutenant, I'm really sorry that you misunderstood me. I mean, we are all civilized people, and we shouldn't be fighting these native barbarians here." Bryce, whose real age is actually only in his early forties Te grinned in embarrassment, holding the silver cross on his chest in his hand, "I have never felt God is so close like today, if I... I mean, if I am called by God, I hope Mr. Second Lieutenant can Write on my tombstone 'Payne Brest, of Bristol, who fought to the last for what he believed in'."

"Come on, you English people have to use the name of God to put money on yourself in the name of God...We Chinese...we only believe in ourselves. Success is due to the right choice, and failure is self-inflicted."

The young officer smiled wryly and shook his head, mocking himself for what he had inadvertently revealed.

"Oh, the national temperament of your Eastern Empire is indeed incredible...but God is merciful, we are all His people, and we need to be redeemed by Him, whether we believe it or not." The pastor nodded earnestly, with a gentle tone.In his eyes, the handsome and old-fashioned American officers in front of him seemed as rebellious as those noble officers in the English army.

"Old man, if we can all survive this time, I will invite you to drink, a real wine, called baijiu in our place, which is thousands of times better than your whiskey." He Yu suddenly turned his head and brought With a blood-stained face, he smiled ferociously, "When I was a child, I often drank my father's baijiu secretly. Later, when I was in the army, I was not allowed to drink it. I often used my holidays to change into civilian clothes and go to the city to drink, and then went back to the military camp at night. One of them was After drinking too much, I went back to the camp and was caught by the battalion instructor...that is, the major in charge of military discipline, and I was imprisoned for three days."

"Hehe, vigorous young men will always have a past to be proud of!" The English pastor took off his silver cross with a smile and handed it to He Yu, "Mr. Second Lieutenant, accept this gift, it can make you Always keep that pride and courage."

"No, I haven't planned to get too close to your God, although I often spend Christmas." He Yu raised his hand to block the opponent's hand, turned his head, and found the English pastor in front of him with a smile on his face. With a desolate look, he couldn’t bear it in his heart, so he simply took the cross and stuffed it into his jacket pocket, "Mr. Brest, we have not actually resisted your God, but we need to keep a distance... many of us young People, like to get married in your church."

"Oh, you are such an amazing nation...Maybe this attitude makes God really partial, and he is blessing you." Brest looked around at the American soldiers, showing an envious expression.These Americans, who claim to be descendants of the Oriental Chinese, have more advanced weapons than England or even the whole of Europe, and their quality of life is obviously higher by more than one grade, but they actually have a wonderful attitude towards God.

They were not the smoldering anger of the Arab pagans of the East at the face of the Christians, nor the raging antagonism between old and new sects within God's people.They seem to be more indifferent to these beliefs, and they are very casual and tolerant.They respect their ancestors more than any beliefs, but they also value the meaning of their actual behavior extremely.

Could it be that Yankees are more civilized?The English priest was lost in thought.

"The enemy is coming!"

Suddenly, a soldier of the Ground Guard on the watchtower issued a warning, and then the flintlock gun in his hand roared.

"Old man, start! God bless America!"

He Yu laughed, and was the first to squat down, raising the flintlock in his hand.

"All of them! Take aim!"

There were bursts of gunshots, and then they all pointed into the distance without moving.

"Fire!"

"fire!"

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In the southern hills and woods about one kilometer away from West Point Town, a team of nearly a hundred people is struggling.

According to the map, the most suitable place to land on land is only more than three kilometers to the south, except for the pier in West Point Town.It is very dangerous for a seriously overloaded fishing boat to forcibly dock at West Point. As long as a few rockets fall into the fishing boat, it is likely to cause an unimaginable disaster.

The commander-in-chief Chen Liwen decisively chose the early landing point, and the time was after 5 o'clock in the morning.Although the straight line is only a little more than three kilometers away from West Point Town, it will soon enter the dense forest, and it is still a rolling valley and hilly terrain along the river.

There are 80 infantrymen, 6 artillery crews, and 4 medical crews, and the rest are a few Delawares carrying burdens.A group of people is moving forward at almost a snail's speed in the primeval forest.

By 7 a.m., the outpost scouts were less than 500 meters away from West Point Town, but the dense jungle still blocked people's sight.

The only 6-pound light cannon was dropped by the artillery crew to the back of the line with difficulty. This disgusting forest march made the marine guard soldiers who were trained as naval gun crews extremely annoyed. Even Chen Liwen himself The idea of ​​giving up the cannon came up.

Just thinking of the upcoming follow-up combat plan, the top commander of the land garrison suppressed his anger and organized more people to help the artillery.

More than half an hour passed, and intermittent but extremely intense gunshots could be heard in my ears, as well as the special shouts of Indians from time to time.

"All there, check weapons one last time! Speed ​​up the march!"

Hearing the continuous gunshots, the exhausted officers and soldiers all cheered up, knowing that their companions were still desperately resisting.

He Yu and Dong Jiunan finally didn't disappoint me, hey, don't let anyone else... Chen Liwen shook his head, put aside his bad thoughts, and was the first to walk to the front of the team, drawing his own pistol.

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"Oh! Fuck!"

"Watch to the right!"

"Damn~it!"

"There are archers, be careful!"

The battle has lasted for more than half an hour, and about 40 West Point guards have retreated to the innermost circle, where logs and stones are piled up in a large circle, with a large wooden house full of wounded in the middle.

There are long white smoke from matchlock guns or flintlock guns everywhere inside and outside the house. More than 30 firearms are struggling to block the waves of Pequot attacks on the last tight defensive position. , There were dozens more corpses.

The Pequots used scattered and staggered moves to divert away the opponent's terrifying weapons. The melee fighters no longer charged stupidly in groups, but moved forward alternately, and then the archers took the opportunity to find a suitable angle to shoot arrows.

After two days of continuous attacks, most of the Pequot archers had already shot all their bone arrows, and the improvised wooden arrows were obviously much weaker.Many Englishmen were still alive and kicking the trigger after being hit by wooden arrows several times.

But anyone with a discerning eye can tell at a glance that the people in West Point Town are just fighting for the last time. The people who are physically and mentally exhausted will sooner or later be swarmed and killed by the Pequots because of the exhaustion of ammunition.

"Go on the bayonet!"

Touching his waist, the leather pouch that was loaded with ammunition was empty, He Yu's eyes were red, he pulled out the bayonet, stuck it under the barrel of the gun, and then shouted loudly.

Many Englishmen also dropped their matchlock guns without ammunition, grabbed the iron spears around them, and then leaned close together one by one, tightening the spear body, and together with the Delaware warriors around them, they confronted each other decisively. Watching the Pequots slowly approaching all around.

It's been a while since I noticed the scary white smoke from the opposite side. Gradually, the Pequots began to gather again, and slowly narrowed the encirclement with their spears.In front of their eyes, dozens of ferocious enemies have all stood up with long weapons.

In the wooden house, Li Xiang had already dropped the matchlock gun, hugged Na Da in his arms, and kissed her long hair with a calm expression.Dong Jiunan was still suffering from a high fever and did not wake up.The wounded all held their axes or stones, and seemed to be waiting for the final fight.

"Ulu Ulu~ Wow in the house!"

The Pequot crowd, who knew they were winning, erupted in cries higher and higher, with ecstatic contortions on their white-patterned faces.

Suddenly, commotion came from behind the crowd in the south. Many Pequots who were still cheering turned their heads inexplicably, and the crowd was buzzing.

In the eyes of the Pequots, rows of identical enemies in dark gray clothes are coming out of the southern woods one after another. White Smoke's dreaded "spear".

The sound of neat footsteps and nervous breathing came and went in the whole line. Chen Liwen walked on the far left side of the line, holding a pistol in his hand. His eyes were fixed on the dense crowd of more than 200 people in front of him. With a ferocious and terrible scowl.

The previous gunshots had completely disappeared, and he thought he was still late, especially when he saw the Indians cheering in the distance, his first thought was that it was all over.

"Everyone is there, keep in formation! Stand at attention!"

"Gun off the shoulder! Aim!"

Chen Liwen raised his pistol, and at the same moment, the two rows of line infantry stopped, and then the flintlock rifles rolled down layer by layer with the sound of friction.

"Fire!"

The first row of blazing flames spewed out, and the nearly 30-meter width of the front was completely covered by a sheet of white smoke, and then half a second later, another sheet of white smoke was shot out...