I am rich in martial arts, but choose culture to win

Time passed by every minute and every second, but no ship left the port.

Actually this is normal.

At 11:45, there was an exchange of fire between the Third Banner of the Ming Army and the Bremerton Tax Mounted Police.

It's been less than 4 hours now.

At this point of time, the Mounted Police may barely rush back to Bremerton.

So in a short period of time, no messenger has sent the news.

At 4 o'clock in the afternoon, the ship of the Daming Navy slowly started again, and began to bypass Bainbridge Island and enter the waters of Bremerton Harbor.

This is the established time for a land and water general attack.

At this point, all concealment is superfluous.

The Ming Dynasty Navy first showed its glory.

The cement carriers, named "Dingyuan" and "Zhenyuan" by Zhu Fugui himself, hoisted the flag of the sun, moon and green dragon, and headed straight for the pier.

The lookout on the lighthouse at the pier was the first to notice the vision, and hurriedly played lights and semaphore to inquire about the situation.

Regardless of whether it was Geng Junhua or Zheng Baoguo, no matter how well they knew the language of birds and flags, they continued to move forward without reason.

Bremerton is a small stronghold with a total population of only 2200. Except for prostitutes, almost all of them are young and strong men who went to the west to find opportunities.

It is not an exaggeration to say that the whole people are soldiers in this kind of place.

In order to reduce casualties, Zhu Fugui's policy is to be fast, accurate, and ruthless.

Never mind civilian casualties.

There are no civilians here, only rebels who refuse to surrender in the face of Da Mingming, and even dare to resist!

When the wharf patrol boat stepped forward to question the situation, the second-stage non-commissioned officer Wang Zhonghuang fired Bremerton's first shot.

"Pirates, it's a pirate attack!"

Alarm bells sounded from the pier.

at the same time.

In the town tax hall.

The tax collector, the mayor, and the sheriff, the three giants of Brapeton, learned from the mounted policemen who had just escaped that they had been attacked by a strangely dressed and well-armed Indian in Mount Olympus.

"Damn it, it should be the barbarians who attacked the Prash mine before!"

The sheriff remembered the call he had received four months earlier.

The fat Jewish man came to the police station to complain in person, saying that a group of savage Indians had attacked his loyal mine guard team, and hoped that the police gentlemen would take care of it.

Of course, the sheriff didn't bother to take care of this kind of nonsensical matter.

Symbolically, a few agents were sent to wander around the west side, and the incident was dismissed.

Now it seems that these Indians will not understand what is called God's mercy until they have learned the lesson.

"We must take revenge, organize our boys, and wipe out that Indian village!" The sheriff slapped the table and said loudly.

The tax collector rubbed his chin, was considering the possibility of taxing the Indians, and made no comment.

After questioning the injured mounted policeman carefully, the mayor frowned and said, "This group of Indians may be a bit tricky. Their guns and clothes are weird. We'd better ask the Seattle Police Department for help."

"Let me ask that guy Gore for help? There is no door!"

In the almost anarchic west, things like the mayor usually give him face.

In terms of actual power, the sheriff and tax collector who are in charge of the police force and wealth are more powerful.

Bremerton is too small, and more than 2000 people are equipped with an independent police system, which is too wasteful.

Seattle Sheriff Gore has been coveting for a long time, hoping to annex this force.

Just as the sheriff was about to clarify his position again, suddenly the church and the pier rang bells at the same time.

"Attack, attack—the Indians are coming!"

"Enemy attack, enemy attack—the pirates are coming! Damn, why are there still pirates these days!"

Suddenly there was a commotion everywhere.

Chapter 105 The Killing of Justice

Facts have proved that Qi Wenchang's judgment is not wrong.

After nearly three hours of turbulence, there were no more than ten vehicles that successfully arrived in Bremerton, and the number of personnel was also reduced to only 3.

Fortunately, only one tracked agricultural vehicle with the largest horsepower and the best off-road performance was laid down, and the other nine arrived smoothly.

This kind of vehicle with Changchai 490 engine was originally used for orchard transportation. The design fully considers the complex and changeable slopes and silts, and the approved load capacity of 3.5 tons also shows great potential for modification.

At Qi Wenchang's request, the Ministry of Industry frantically installed thick inclined steel plates on the front and sides of agricultural vehicles.

When such a steel behemoth appeared in the outskirts of Bremerton, all the rednecks in the farmland were stunned.

Not knowing what was going on, they craned their necks to look around.

The commander-in-chief of the battle, Qi Wenchang, did not give these young and strong foreigners a chance to react, and quickly issued an order to kill the password by using the vehicle-mounted walkie-talkie.

The surviving agricultural motorcycle team in the convoy immediately turned around and began to sweep the suburbs under the command of Yin Weng, the chief commander of the third post.

For the Chinese workers, killing these seemingly simple farmers is somewhat difficult.

But for the Yin people who have fought against the whites for hundreds of years, these people are their own mortal enemies and world enemies, and the number of their ancestors who died at the hands of these farmers is much higher than that of the regular army.

Every inch of land cultivated by these farmers was soaked with the blood of the ancestors of the Yin people.

Therefore, from Yin Weasel down, the Yin people in the motorcycle team did not hesitate to execute the order, and the bayonet pierced the red-necked chest like a straw target, and it was too late to turn around and take the gun.

Under the demonstration of Yin warriors, the recruits who had just transformed from Chinese laborers to Ming warriors overcame some discomfort in their hearts and began to attack.

After all, in the political class every night, the political commissar had explained clearly why the Ming army was fighting.

It is for the great Ming Dynasty, for the revival of China, and for the continuation of the national bloodline!

This is a righteous slaughter!

After the brief unilateral massacre, the rednecks reacted immediately.

Some of them fled back to the house to get their guns, and some simply carried rifles on their backs.

But by this time it was too late.

Originally, there were not many owner farmers in this area, and the number did not exceed 30.

These people would not have chosen to reclaim land nearby if they hadn't been coveting the super high price premium for grain in Bremerton.

The number of people was limited, and they were caught off guard by the Ming army.

Therefore, before Zhu Fugui's tracked agricultural vehicle went away, the sparse gunfire basically stopped.

The next step is to search further and find the fish that slipped through the net.

This is the most dangerous time.

No one knows whether there will be resistance elements with guns and knives hidden in various corners.

Yin Weasel's Department, and Zhang Changgui's Department that will arrive later, not only must ensure that no one of these scattered homeowners escapes, but also ensure that no broken soldiers in the direction of Bremerton can escape after the battle officially begins.

It can be said that the importance of these two films is even above the frontal battlefield.

But these are not things that Zhu Fugui needs to worry about anymore. Learning about war in war is something that Ming generals must experience.

It was a blessing that the senior officers had Taiping and Yin warrior experience.

Otherwise, Zhu Fugui might really have to use Gatling to shout that tomorrow is invincible and take the lead.

Well, the culture value required for a handful of Gatling is astronomical.

The cultural value penalty of contraband such as weapons is generally 1000-10000 times.

Coupled with the horrible bullet consumption...

Before Daming had the ability to imitate production, Zhu Fugui was really reluctant to buy it.

……

Gunshots in the suburbs alerted the town patrol.

The patrol team is under the management of the police station and maintains basic local law and order.

Of course, we must also guard against Indian attacks.

After all, the riots of the Sioux last year are still vivid.

They went out of their way to rob a convenience store just because the federal government was late in paying food promised to the reservation!

Although these uncivilized savages lost their fertile land, didn't the benevolent federal government allocate large tracts of granite to them as reservations? (Ironically, with the development of the oil industry, oil was discovered in many reserved lands, and these Indians were driven to more remote mountainous areas again. A westernized tribe hired a lawyer to help with the lawsuit, hoping to share the oil profits. In the end, the lawsuit was won, the person was gone, and he was slaughtered.)

Wouldn't they learn to grow crops on granite themselves?

The federal government promised them food and a handout of several hundred dollars a year, the generous rewards of civilized society.

Now that the country is in a difficult situation, what does it matter if the food arrives a year or two late to deal with the rebellion in the south?

It's not that I don't give it to you!

It turned out that these shameless Indians ransacked a convenience store and even "possibly" killed a woman and raped her.

Of course such atrocities need to be punished.

But when the federal government retaliated against them, they dared to resist!

Fortunately, the great President Lincoln finally ordered the hanging of 38 Indian chiefs, so that these barbarians learned what respect for the civilized world is.

However, recently, it was rumored that the Indians in the Olympus Mountains seemed to be a little restless again.

Therefore, the patrol police team had relevant plans, and when they heard the gunshots this time, they hurriedly prepared to go to check.

But before they set off, things seemed to be going awry.

Because these gunshots are a bit too dense.

Of course, it wasn't the dense gunfire like a battlefield.

It's just that the gunshots at this frequency seem to indicate that the Indians who came to harass are not small.

Just when the captain was hesitating whether to ask the sheriff for instructions first, a puff of black smoke slowly rose from the gate of the town, followed by the breathtaking chug of the diesel engine.

Chapter 106 Red Cannon

When 9 tracked armored agricultural vehicles and 6 unarmored 6-wheeled agricultural vehicles entered Bremerton, the real war began.

On the main road of the town, the rangers became overwhelmed after attempting a round of shooting.

The bullets hitting those steel cars couldn't do any damage at all.

This is not an era without cars powered by internal combustion engines or steam engines.

But no one had ever tried adding steel plates to those cars as weapons.

The reason couldn't be simpler, that is, the reliability of today's cars is too low. If you add more weight, you can become a pile of scrap iron without the enemy shooting.

At this time, the Henry 1860 rifle currently installed by the Ming Army showed its advantages.

It's not that all Ming soldiers lay on the dump trucks and shot.

In order to transport more troops, the people on these vehicles are very crowded, and some people must get off the vehicles when fighting.

Protected by armored vehicles, infantry can more easily approach and shoot quickly.

In this way, the shortcomings of Henry 1860's light projectile and low lethality can be avoided to the greatest extent.

And its fast-firing advantage is fully revealed.

Simply put, this gun is a weakened version of a submachine gun.

Although Zhu Fugui knew that the tactical status of submachine guns would become lower and lower in the future.

Especially after the AK47, and the shortened version of the AK47, Aks74u, and a series of assault rifles using intermediate-power ammunition came out, the submachine gun was not even qualified as a self-defense weapon for second-line soldiers.

But still the same sentence, for the time being, there is no civilization worth engaging in those high-end goods.