New World 1620

At dusk, the temporarily selected Pequot messengers brought back news from the Mohawk camp: the Mohawks asked the Chinese to give up West Point Town and the surrounding land before the day after tomorrow. The trade along the upper Hudson River to the north was undertaken by the Mohawk family.

There is only one reason for such absurd reason, and the Delaware tribe in the south enjoys such treatment.

This ultimatum made Guan Ruzhong pull out the dogleg knife from his waist and slash on the fortress wall.Looking at the Indian laborers huddled in fear in the shacks in the Pequot labor camp near the fort, Guan Ruzhong suddenly had a feeling of scaring away wild dogs and attracting wolves.

"Mr. Sheriff, people from several former Pequot villages in the POW labor camp hope to join us in resisting the Mohawks." Mayor William walked over with a cane, with a trace of doubt on his face.

"Well, the Mohawks used to be more cruel to them. If West Point Town is let out, they will basically die. At least their lives are not in danger now, and they still have enough food and clothing." Guan Ruzhong thought for a while, but still gave up on this promising idea. May bring the idea that the situation is out of control.

"Tell them, as long as they don't make trouble, we will protect their safety, and even restore their villages in the future." Looking at the watch, he felt that the reinforcements in the Manhattan community would not be too far away, and Guan Ruzhong slowly thought about it. Come up with an idea.

Huh... an ultimatum?Then it just depends on whose fist is bigger.Guan Ruzhong inserted the dogleg knife back into his waist with a sneer on his face.

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The summer in the mountains of the Appalachian Mountains is extremely hot and humid. On the plains between small hills, more than a dozen bonfires were lit in the camps of the Mohawks. This is due to the flint kerosene lighters that were once traded with the Chinese.More than 500 young and strong Mohawks in sackcloth and shorts gathered around the campfire or leaned against the big rocks to chat.

Several strong men who looked like leaders gathered together in a temporary wooden shack to discuss something.The food and mining tools looted from the Chinese mines the night before were still piled up in the camp, and even those who had gained a little experience in the long-term trade contacts lit glass kerosene lamps and were walking around with them in their hands.

On a moonless summer night, even if the torches were held high, the gentle slopes of the mountains outside the camp were still completely shrouded in darkness, and the mine labor camp and the fort less than a kilometer away also lost their outlines.

Gradually, the time has passed in the early morning, and many Mohawks have been lying down in their animal skin tents or behind some rocks early, and only a very small number of guards are still surrounded by the fire in a daze with sleepiness.Everyone, including their leader, seemed to be waiting early in the morning to take over the land that was rightfully theirs.

Under the dark night, hundreds of soldiers wearing steel helmets and armed civilians quietly approached the Mohawk camp, and almost all of them were biting a small wooden branch.

Three mixed platoons of 103 people commanded by Lieutenant He Yu of the Ground Guard, and 40 armed residents of West Point Township commanded by Guan Ruzhong, followed the cover of the hillside and woods without anyone noticing, and arrived at a distance from Morocco. On the edge of a woodland less than 100 meters from the Ke people's camp.

After a few simple gestures, Guan Ruzhong's armed civilians dispersed one after another, and surrounded the Mohawk camp from several directions. Each of them had a temporary allotment with a wooden handle and an iron gun in their hands. A strange thing with a head.It is said that this is the latest equipment produced by the Brooklyn Armory in Manhattan, a powerful grenade that can be thrown.

Danielson was drenched in sweat, but he still gritted his teeth and followed his team as they approached the Mohawk camp from the west.According to what the soldiers said before departure, at that time, you only need to tear off the pull ring at the top of the wooden handle of the grenade, and then throw it out, and you must get down or retreat quickly after throwing it out.

The pointer of He Yu's fluorescent night watch had already pointed to 2:[-] in the morning. Looking at the night sky that was still covered with dark clouds, He Yu took out the signal gun.

A bright red flickering light ball rose into the night sky with a strangely beautiful long tail.In an instant, the light and shadow that tore through the night illuminated the vicinity of the grove. Under the fleeting light, hundreds of officers and soldiers of the Land Guard were lined up in three neat rows. All the officers and soldiers squatted. Instead, hold the flintlock rifle close to the right side of the body.

In order to prevent the Indian soldiers who had only undergone preliminary training from collapsing in battle, the first row in the line was the soldiers of the European infantry platoon, and the third row was the Chinese infantry platoon commanded by Feng Bin, while the Indian infantry platoon was trapped. in the middle.

See the red signal rising on the edge of the woods not far away.The armed civilians in West Point Town, who had been lurking less than 30 meters away from the Mohawk camp, swung their arms and threw the grenade that was tearing off the pull ring and smoking green smoke to the Mohawk camp. .

Danielson felt that his heart was about to jump out of his chest, and he almost held the wooden handle of the grenade tightly with trembling hands, but for some reason, he couldn't lift it up.Especially when the Mohawk camp 30 meters ahead had exploded into a frightening fireball, the Dutch boy was already shaking all over his body.

"Danielson! Come on, retreat!"

The ups and downs of the exploding grenade smoke and fire caused the entire narrow place below the slope to resound with astonishing roars and messy flying threads of fire, and there were shouts and screams everywhere.A man almost used his body to knock the young man who was losing control of his limbs several steps away.

The Dutch guy who woke up from the hellish flame explosion in front of him finally reacted, and almost without thinking, he swung his arms away, and a grenade that hadn't been defused fell into the fiery battlefield like this.

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The strange and beautiful ball of light rising from the sky made almost all the Moheke people who had not yet fallen asleep stand up straight, and raised their fingers to point to the night sky. Chang Xiao seemed to be looking for a way to communicate with such a miracle.

Soon, more than a dozen dark things fell from the sky and landed inside and outside the camp.Looking at the whistling and smoking thing, several young Moheks stretched their necks curiously.

Before they had time to exchange views with each other, a terrifying fiery red spread out in the retina, followed by the strange warm feeling after the body was pierced by countless hot air threads.It seemed to be very comfortable, but at the same time it seemed to be very uncomfortable, as if being oppressed by a huge oncoming stone and unable to breathe.Another moment, there was a huge roar tearing the eardrum, and the whole person was slapped off the ground by an invisible big hand, and finally lost consciousness after the heart-piercing pain.

Most of the scattered grenades fell on the edge of the camp. Not many Mohawks were killed on the spot, but the spreading flames and shock waves destroyed the animal skin tents within a radius of nearly five meters from the explosion point. The grenade explosion scene and power of the drug are far more amazing than its literal equivalent, and the iron particles exploded can tear the nearest Mohawk into several pieces.

The flames inevitably spread, and the Mohik people who were stunned by the explosion and the shock wave climbed out of the collapsed animal skin tent crying and screaming, or scurrying around like headless flies, or holding their bodies on the ground and trembling. Or shouting and shouting with messy weapons.

It's a pity that under the light of the fire, it was still pitch black tens of meters outside the camp as far as their night blindness could see.

Amidst the roar of Kiriwala, several strong and prestigious leaders finally gathered a small number of subordinates who were in a mess, and all of them blindly shot their bone arrows or expensive weapons that had been exchanged for a large number of furs in all directions. Iron Arrow.

"Bang!" A flame flashed in the small woods to the west tens of meters away.Then there was another bang, and similar streaks of fire erupted on the eastern slopes.

More and more flintlock guns fired bullets from several directions, but due to the line of sight and distance in the dark night, even with the illumination of the fire, the accuracy of the skirmish ambushes adopted by the armed residents of West Point Town led by Guan Ruzhong was very high. Still very low.

A burst of rhythmic drumbeats came from the direction of the small woods in the south, followed by the sound of orderly footsteps, and a few seconds later, a neatly moving human wall gradually appeared in the dark night, and the people on the human wall were illuminated by the firelight. The barrel of the black hole.

The few Mohawks who had participated in the plundering of the Pequot tribe like a dog in the water with the Chinese people all exclaimed, and almost dropped their weapons and ran towards the depths of the camp.However, more Mohawks gathered closely together to form several round crowds, holding their spears and wooden bows and staring at the Chinese soldiers striding towards the south.

"Stand at attention! Raise your gun! Aim!"

At a distance of about 60 meters, He Yu and other officers issued orders.The infantry in the three lines stopped at the same time. The European infantry in the first row squatted down, the Indian infantry stood closely behind, and the Chinese infantry staggered and stood in the gap in the front row.

Rows of rifles were raised amidst the clatter, and young faces stared at the Mohawks in the camp tens of meters away with expressions of nervousness or fear.

"shooting!"

The volley that had been repeated countless times finally started, and hundreds of dense and small flames flickered in the dark night.In the blink of an eye, there were screams from the crowd in the burning camp.

The dense rain of bullets tore apart the almost unprotected human body. In the blood mist, the shattered muscles and bones splashed out with the wound as the center of the circle, and the broken body, limbs and legs flew far away with strange arcs. And more people were sprayed all over by the blood of their companions.

A single salvo caused astonishing casualties, almost one-third of the infantry hit the first target in their lives, and the crooked and broken figures and the miserable death howls before them made the Each of them shrank their pupils.

"Reload!"

Except for the soldiers who had experienced the Pequot War in West Point, and some European soldiers who were known as war animals, they immediately started to reload. Almost all Delaware Indian soldiers were terrified.If it weren't for the fact that there was still a human wall standing behind him, it is estimated that self-destruction would have occurred in an advantageous situation.

Most of the Mohawks who were beaten into a daze fled, but after dozens of seconds, after finally seeing who the night raider was, there were still some Mohawk fighters who were so stimulated by the blood in front of them that they lost their autonomous control. Led by their leader, they rushed towards the line of infantry tens of meters away like a mad buffalo.

"Damn! Reload, idiot! You want to die!"

After a Chinese soldier who passed through many identities finished loading his ammunition, he saw the Delaware soldier in front of him was still trembling and foolish, so he directly threw the butt of his gun at him.The Delaware soldier dropped his weapon and knelt down, covering his bleeding ear.

"Raise the gun! Aim!" The officer ordered again.

"Hold!"

The rough Chinese soldier kicked the "own Indian brother" who was about to collapse in front of him, and quickly raised his flintlock rifle again.

"shooting!"

More than a dozen Moheke Indian fighters have rushed to a distance of less than 20 meters from the line infantry.But they were quickly shot into countless pieces by the dense rain of gunfire.

"Bayonet on! Charge!"

Together with the armed civilians of West Point Town who were ambushing and shooting all around, more than 100 people with bayonets and flintlock rifles rushed into the Mohawk camp.

The Mohawks, who collapsed amidst gunshots and flames, had lost any will to fight, threw away their weapons and fled in all directions.The bayonets kept stabbing the Moheke soldiers who hit the muzzles of their guns in the chaos, but a considerable number of Moheke people were so frightened that they even forgot to run away, and just huddled on the ground blankly and watched the bayonets pass through them. body of.

The recruits of the Indian infantry platoon who also entered a state of madness violated almost all the melee tactical regulations that could be violated.The flintlock rifles they held were more exaggerated than the previous bone spears, killing all the creatures in front of them that didn't look like their own.

In any case, a night attack with almost zero casualties was completely over before 3 o'clock in the morning.

More than a hundred Mohawks became dead ghosts under guns or bayonets, and all the others fled into the forest covered by night. Only two armed residents of West Point Town were injured by the bone arrows shot by the Mohawks indiscriminately. Arms and thighs.

In addition, a soldier of the Indian infantry platoon had his ear smashed by the butt of a friendly rifle.