America 1881: Legend of the West

Accompanied by an earth-shaking loud noise.

The shell hit a watchtower on the river bank.

Broken wood flew all over the sky and flew around. The braided man on the top of the tower was instantly turned into powder together with the top of the sentry tower.

Several other people on the tower still didn't understand what happened.

They squatted down in panic, and two of them were bold, looking for the source of the attack.

On the other side of the river, Danny was very satisfied with the results of his own shot.

Ever since he started working as an artilleryman, he felt that some of his passion had been released after every shot, and he felt refreshed for a while.

Half of the sentry tower opposite has collapsed, leaving only half standing there.

"It doesn't look very strong." Danny leaned down, adjusted the shooting angle, and prepared for another shot.

But he suddenly remembered something and looked at the disciples next to him who were still adjusting their angles.

"Hey, what are you doing? Hurry up and fight!" Danny was a little dissatisfied and yelled, "If we were on the battlefield, the cannons from the opposite side would have already been fired."

How could a student taught by the "Florida Destroyer", Dixie's number one gunner, be so tough?

A young man named Fu Zhengli next to him was rushed by Danny and was in a hurry.

He stuffed the fixed ammunition into the barrel of the gun and jerked the firing cord.

With a "boom", the gun mount retreated a certain distance under the action of recoil, and then reset again under the action of gravity.

However, the shell passed over the guard tower he was aiming at and fell into the camp behind.

"Oh!"

The shells exploded in the camp, and the people inside began to cry and run away.

"Hey! Fu! You shot wrong!" Danny gave up his cannon and walked quickly to Fu Zhengli's group.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!" He squeezed in and stood at Fu Zhengli's position behind the cannon.

Danny squatted down, glanced up the barrel, and curled his lips: "This is obviously crooked! I'm afraid you won't be able to graduate."

Fu Zhengli and the team members in charge of the cannon grimaced.

Teacher Danny is famous for his strict requirements, and now he has to embarrass himself in front of others.

"Get out of the way, I'll do it." Danny stood behind the cannon with his legs spread, preparing to calibrate the angle himself.

But someone tapped him on the shoulder.

Danny turned around and saw Chen Jianqiu looking at him with a smile.

"Let them come." Chen Jianqiu nodded, "After all, this is the first actual combat, so give them another chance."

Danny was stunned for a moment, then glanced at the uneasy Fu Zhengli and the others standing nearby.

"You brats, stop beating me up, or else don't say you are my apprentice when you go out!" He scratched his hair and got out of the way.

Fu Zhengli returned to the cannon and took a deep breath.

He straightened one arm, made a thumbs up gesture, closed his left eye, and directed the sight of his right eye along the thumb side to the left side of the target. Keeping his head and hands still, he closed his right eye again, so that the sight of his left eye through the same side of the thumb.

"Adjust down five degrees!" Fu Zhengli calibrated the distance and angle again.

This trick of "jumping eyes" was learned from Chen Jianqiu when Danny and Chen Jianqiu were wandering in the west.

He disdained to use this trick, but it was different for the following students who had no foundation.

So Danny taught this trick to his students.

"That's right! That's the angle! Pull the rope!" The mayor crossed his arms on his chest and said like an examiner.

Chen Jianqiu thought of the teacher at the driving school before he time traveled for no reason.

After receiving the instruction with the correct answer, Fu Zhengli pulled the ignition rope.

With a "boom", the top of the targeted tower opposite flew into the sky. At the same time, two cowboys flew down from above.

The other two cannons also fired.

In less than half an hour, the four wooden sentry towers on the other side of the river were all turned into ruins and still smoking.

"Use the four remaining towers on the opposite side as practice targets every day, and blast them once in the morning and evening."

Chen Jianqiu covered the sun with his hands, glanced at the other side of the river, and gave the order.

When the bombardment occurred, Couch was preparing his own dinner by the campfire in front of his tent.

After he came down from the guard tower, he returned to his residence.

During this period of time, he was really worried about these four sentry towers.

Cookie decided that she must treat herself to dinner.

He took down a piece of dried bacon from the shelf in the open space next to it, where there were also two rows of salted fish and bison meat drying.

This is the granary of Kuchi.

He plans to start working on his ranch tomorrow.

Kutcher got into the tent and took out a pan, then placed the pan on the grill of the campfire and started frying the bacon.

The bacon is bubbling with oil in the pot, sizzling and fragrant.

"Wonderful stuff." Kuchi said to himself as he half-knelt and turned over the meat in the pot.

At this moment, a huge explosion suddenly came from the river bank.

What kind of movement is this! ?

Cookie was stunned for a moment.

But as a former Union soldier, he quickly realized that something had been hit by a cannonball.

He stood up, raised his head and looked towards the river.

Kuqi suddenly discovered that only three and a half of the four sentry towers were left.

The sentry tower that he just climbed up is now smoking!

However, at this moment, he seemed to see something flying over in the sky above his head.

"boom!"

A shell landed on the rack where Kuchi was drying salted fish, and there was a huge explosion.

Kuchi, who was not far away, was unable to react in time and was knocked to the ground by the clods of earth and salted fish thrown up by the explosion.

Cookie's ears were still ringing.

He felt dizzy and tried to get up unsteadily.

There are not many people in the camp now, but the explosion frightened them extremely.

Explosions came one after another.

The pioneers left by the association in the camp were running around. They got out of their tents and ran towards the open space to the north.

There was only one Dixie veteran who had participated in the Civil War standing in front of his tent, looking in the direction of the river bank with a puzzled expression:

The shelling awakened the old man's dusty memories.

"Gee Yang is calling again?"

Kutcher looked at his "granary" drowsily.

There is a big hole there now.

His salted fish and bacon had already been blown away to an unknown place.

"Fortunately it wasn't a bomb." Kuchi felt very lucky.

The original purpose of this fixed-loading bomb was to knock down those guard towers, so it was not loaded with many fragments.

Kutcher knew that if it were a shotgun, half of his head would probably be cut off.

He was clearer now and wanted to stand up.

However, at this moment, a sharp pain suddenly came from the root of the thigh.

Kutcher lowered his head and saw a horrific wound on his thigh in disbelief.

There was a piece of broken wood dug deep there, almost piercing through his entire thigh.

Blood was flowing out along the broken wood.

This broken piece of wood might have been part of his drying rack, but now, it might kill him.

Cookie's head felt dizzy again.

He fainted.

After the bombardment from across the river ceased, the members of the Colonists Association approached their president.

They hurriedly carried him to the meat-chopping table.

A part-time doctor from the association hurried over.

When he was informed, he was still building a pig shack on his pasture two kilometers away.

After examining Kuchi's injury, the "doctor" gave the opinion that it was amputation!

Because this broken piece of wood had damaged Kuchi’s thigh bone, there was a risk of infection if the leg was not amputated.

The doctor took a saw and performed the "surgery" on Couch.

The president was carried back to his tent.

One week from now.

It began to rain heavily on the Oklahoma prairie one after another.

Kuchi was left alone in the tent, and occasionally someone would bring him food.

After several incidents, he had lost his prestige in the association.

Everyone is busy and has things to do.

Couch began to have a high fever and never regained consciousness.

Finally, on a stormy night, Kuchi died.

Silent and light as a feather.

Cause of death, wound infection.