America 1881: Legend of the West

The two cannons were positioned on Pierce's flanks, forming a crossfire with the soldiers on his side, completing full-angle coverage of the center of the camp.

The soldiers on a carriage were already busy installing Gatling accessories and magazines, and their guns were pointed at the Apaches in the center of the camp.

"Sir, let's go first and leave the rest to the two cannons." Pierce's adjutant said to him while wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"Wait until I kill these Indians before leaving." Pierce was not going to give up.

He has made up his mind to bury these people here, burn them to death or beat them to death.

"Big man, are you okay?" Geronimo chopped down an American soldier who was aiming at Danny with an axe, and rushed in front of Danny with a single step.

"I'm fine." Danny carried Turtle Dove on one shoulder and pouted at the chief, "This kid's situation is not good, he was shot in the leg."

Geronimo noticed that one of Danny's hands was hanging to the side, and blood was flowing down the drooping fingertips.

This tough guy from South Carolina was shot in the arm. He just carried the unconscious Turtle Dove on his shoulder, avoiding the bullets on the other side, and ran to join the chief.

Along the way, he also knocked off the heads of two American soldiers who were desperate to ambush him.

"Danny!" Teresa's horse galloped forward, followed closely by Adam and others.

This heroine rushed to the front of the team without giving in to the men. She never stopped holding the repeating rifle in her hand, and often struck a fatal blow. It fully embodies a war doctor's benevolence towards worldly strife and the gold content of a Pitkin shrew.

She jumped off her horse.

Without asking for help, he directly started to check the injuries of Danny and Ikaruga.

"We need to find a safe place to treat their wounds quickly," she said to Geronimo.

The chief took Turtle Dove from Danny's shoulders and carried it on his back. He looked around the battlefield.

Their attack had almost cleared away the surrounding American soldiers, and the rest moved closer to Pierce.

But at this time, the fire had spread to the entire camp, and there was no way out except in the direction behind Pierce.

One of the two cannons was ready, and the shooter began to crank the handle.

"Get cover!" Geronimo shouted.

Bullets began to shoot toward the center of the camp, and the wooden boxes that could serve as shelters were smashed into pieces.

An Indian warrior heard the gunfire, jumped off his horse, and fell to the ground.

His poor war horse was beaten into a sieve for him, with blood and flesh flying everywhere. It fell to the ground with a cry and could no longer move.

If this continues, by the time the other cannon is ready, no one in the field will survive.

However, the firing of the first cannon suddenly stopped.

"The first magazine was finished so quickly? Or is it malfunctioning?" Adam, who was familiar with firearms, took a deep breath and prepared to seize this golden opportunity to escape from the bunker and kill the cannon shooter.

But when he turned out, he found that Gatlin's main shooter had fallen on the gun.

A black horse passed through the wall of fire on the side of the camp. The wind whipping up around it split a crack in the wall of fire, just like Moses parting the Red Sea.

The man on the horse held his gun high, the muzzle of the gun was still smoking, and the shooter died under this gun.

"Chen!" Geronimo looked up.

"Heavenly Warrior!" The Indian warrior who fell on the ground said silently in his heart.

"You brat, you're finally back." Adam snorted, but a smile appeared on his lips.

The gun in Chen Jianqiu's hand kept firing. The first Gatling's deputy shooter also fell on the carriage, and the soldiers on the other carriage ducked to avoid it.

However, closely following the black horse were the birds and Apache warriors carrying axes. They rode closer, jumped from their horses, and jumped directly onto the carriage.

When the ax fell, the remaining American troops became dead souls.

Chen Jianqiu also jumped up and glanced in Geronimo's direction.

Without the strong pressure brought by Gatlin here, everyone on the other side relied on the bunker to exchange shots with Pierce.

Chen Jianqiu came to the front of the machine gun. He grasped Gatling's grip and quickly turned the muzzle of the gun in Pierce's direction.

"Asuka, you come to be my assistant shooter, and everyone else, suppress the shooting angle of the sniper on the opposite side!"

The soldiers half understood and half understood what Chen Jianqiu said, but after seeing Chen Jianqiu's actions, they basically understood everything.

Pierce was hiding behind the tent, wondering why Gatling's flanking fire had stopped.

"What are they doing? Suppressive fire? If you shoot a few more magazines, the Indians will turn into powder!" Pierce stood up angrily and looked to the flank.

He waited until Gatlin roared again, but this time it was directed at them.

Bullets rained down on Pierce and his soldiers.

If Gatlin was on the front, the bunker in front of them could still withstand some bullets for them. However, now that the bullets were coming from the side, the soldiers had no way to avoid and escape.

It was also the first time for Chen Jianqiu to shake a wheel. He always felt that this method was a bit stupid, a bit like shaking popcorn.

It jammed when cranked too fast, the accuracy was crap, it was cumbersome and heavy, and the continuity of the ammunition supply relied entirely on the proficiency of the secondary shooter. When the dust settled, he had to find a way to get Browning to assemble the automatic weapon for him. .

Gatlin saved lives and injured, and Maxim was rejuvenated with a wonderful hand.

But now, it's enough to deal with these undefended soldiers. Strong force can do wonders.

The American soldiers were stunned. One second they were suppressing the Indians on the opposite side under the cover of firepower, and the next second they were devastated by violent winds and rain.

Some of them didn't even have time to react, and their heads were cut off by bullets; some of them were shot in other parts of their bodies, crawling on the ground, crying for their fathers and mothers.

After the first round of shooting, half of the dozen or so people around Pierce were reduced, and the remaining people scrambled to find a place to hide.

Pierce's reaction was not much faster than that of his men. However, his adjutant stood in front of him and blocked two bullets for him. The third shot hit Pierce's abdomen through the adjutant's body. .

Pierce clutched his stomach and ran back, but the other Gatling suddenly rang.

It turned out that when he and his men were being shot at, Geronimo lost their suppression, and they quickly gathered together and moved closer to Gatlin.

Danny jumped on the carriage and came to the machine gun. Also jumping up with him was his wife.

"I'll do it!" His left hand has been treated by Teresa. The bullet did not damage the bones, but the wound only bled a little.

Machine guns are not cannons and do not belong to old Danny's professional scope. When he served, Gatling had not yet become a weapon of the Confederate Army.

However, no one at the scene planned to stop him, including his wife.

Teresa even acted as his assistant shooter. She rolled up her sleeves, loaded the magazine for the cannon, and helped her husband with one hand correct the direction.

The US military, stunned by Chen Jianqiu's round of fire, was about to take advantage of the opportunity to change bullets and kill the machine gunner.

He received another burst of strafing fire and came over.

In addition, Chen Jianqiu's firepower also continued. Two machine cannons roared at the same time, and the camp was littered with corpses.

Pierce had completely fallen to the ground and remained motionless. The remaining soldiers desperately found their horses, mounted them and fled outside the camp.

Danny's Gatling had a new magazine. He was about to sweep over with a shuttle, but was stopped by Chen Jianqiu.

"Let them inform us, otherwise the effectiveness of our attack will be greatly reduced."

There was no movement of living people in the entire camp, only the sound of flames devouring everything.

The original plan was to harass, but under Commander Pierce's policy of "I'm not allowed to leave until you annihilate them all", it turned into a battle of annihilation.

Chen Jianqiu picked up a burning piece of wood stained with kerosene and threw it onto the carriage carrying Gatlin.

"Let's go, we're going to start 'walking the dog'."

……

The explosions, gunshots and flames in this camp had already alerted nearby US troops.

Crook's direct unit was the closest one. When the colonel heard the movement here, he immediately led his troops in this direction.

By the time he could vaguely see the camp with flames blazing into the sky, the firecracker-like sound of Gatling gunfire even caused him to have an illusion for a while.

Damn, the Mexicans are calling?

He led his troops quickly towards the camp until he ran into the few soldiers who had escaped from the camp.

"What's going on? Tell me quickly!"

Colonel Crook glanced sternly at the bewildered soldiers.

"Jer, Geronimo, Indians, well, there are many of them!" the soldier said incoherently.

"Fart! How could those Apache men beat you like this?" Crook yelled angrily.

He has been fighting with the Indians for at least ten years, and has been chasing Geronimo for the past two years. He knows that with the strength of Geronimo's current tribe, it is impossible to destroy a fifty-man American military camp.

"Boss! Look over there!"

Suddenly, Crook's subordinates reported to him.

Crook took the telescope from his subordinate, and he saw a large number of men and horses whose number could not be seen rushing out of the camp and into the wilderness.

"BOOM!"

Behind them, something exploded in the camp, sending up a cloud of fire.

"Send an order to all nearby troops to find a way to stop them." Colonel Crook gritted his teeth.

"Chase!"

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