America 1881: Legend of the West

Wiltord could not bear the harassment of these unknown cavalry.

While they are fast, their firepower is much higher than that of ordinary cavalry, and their tactical thinking is very clear, which is zero-loss harassment.

Take advantage of speed and range to attack your own team.

If this continues, it will be impossible for his troops to move forward in this wasteland.

So the colonel decided to lead his cavalry troops to defeat the enemy quickly and see if he could take advantage of their numerical advantage to eliminate the rangers.

Therefore, when Asuka appeared again with his cavalry, Wiltord gave an order to leap forward.

A cavalry troop of more than two hundred people followed him, killing them from the head of the team. Like an attacked snake, it turned its head and bit the attacker, heading straight for Asuka and the others.

"Hey, sir, those damn guys are coming!" a Mexican soldier said to the flying bird next to him.

Asuka put the automatic rifle on his shoulder and waved to the soldiers around him.

"Brothers, retreat!"

More than a hundred people turned their horses' heads in unison and ran wildly towards the depths of the wasteland.

On the other side, Wiltord became increasingly anxious when he saw Asuka and the others preparing to run away.

He kicked the horse hard in the belly.

"Quick! Charge and bite them! Don't let them escape!" the colonel roared.

The horse in his crotch felt pain, and he raised his hooves and ran out of the team.

As the distance got closer, the colonel could clearly see the uniforms and attire of the man on the horse opposite.

This is clearly a bunch of Mexican local motley crew!

Chen Jianqiu, Chen Jianqiu, you are so determined to find these American subordinates to be your helpers in the future. After I deal with these miscellaneous troops, I will go to Juarez to kill you!

He raised his upper body slightly, clamped his legs tightly on the horse's belly, and raised his gun to aim at the last person opposite.

"Snapped!"

A shot was fired and missed.

There are too many factors to consider when shooting at such high speed. If you want to hit a target that is also moving at high speed, in addition to skill, you also need a little luck.

"Shoot quickly! What are you waiting for?" Wiltord turned his head and shouted at the soldiers behind him.

The soldiers were charging headlong. As soon as they heard the order from their commander, they stood up and fired.

They spread out their formation to better shoot.

With a crackling volley, the unlucky ones at the end of the team fell off their horses.

Some of them were directly hit by bullets, while others had their horses hit, causing them to be knocked off their horses due to the pain.

"Sir, those Americans are coming!" said the Mexican next to Asuka.

Asuka also heard the gunfire from behind, and he also saw the enemy cavalry rushing from the side and rear.

The formation on our side has just started, so it is naturally not as fast as the full charge from the opposite side.

But since Wiltord decided to get close to him, it would be unreasonable not to pour a basin of water on his face.

"Give them a ride!"

Asuka shouted.

He leaned on his horse, pressed his rifle, and shot in the direction of Wiltord.

You don't need accuracy, but you need speed. Just keep firing in bursts, as long as the bullets don't fly into the sky.

The strong men around him followed suit.

They didn't even untie the straps hanging on their shoulders. They raised their hands and fired three or four bullets in a row, quickly finishing the twenty bullets in the magazine.

Wiltord knew that the opponent would fight back, but he didn't expect it to come so quickly and so violently.

The colonel was just about to open the loading plate on the side of the rifle and load it.

But as soon as he raised his body slightly and went to pick out bullets from the bullet belt on his waist, he suddenly heard a few "swish" sounds in his ears.

That was the sound of bullets breaking through the air.

Wiltord quickly lay down again.

The person behind him was not so lucky.

The bullet struck his horse.

The horse was injured, staggering under its feet, its front legs went weak, it fell to its knees, and the owner of the horse was thrown out.

The bullets from the opposite side hit their faces like a curtain of rain, making the U.S. border guards "feel like a spring breeze" and instantly turned their backs on their backs.

If Wiltord was just "hearing is believing" at the front of the team, now seeing is really believing.

He couldn't figure out where these hundreds of people got such strong firepower.

But Asuka and his cavalry didn't care what the colonel thought.

They took advantage of this opportunity to once again widen the distance between them and their pursuers.

"Sir, should we continue chasing?" A soldier next to Wiltord shouted from behind him at the top of his voice.

"Chase! These Mexicans have become more capable! They hooked up with Chen Jianqiu, a treasonous bastard, and I want to teach them a lesson!" Wiltord shouted.

Every American officer has a dream to serve his country.

The same goes for Wiltord.

His grandfather participated in the Mexican-American War, and his father participated in the Civil War. He only resented that the federation did not give him a chance to defeat his old neighbor in the south.

Now that you are here, how can you not slap these Mexicans!

So he and his cavalry continued their pursuit.

The two cavalry teams kept a distance from each other and shot at each other. The wasteland on the US-Mexico border changed from the previous lifeless life. For a while, the dust was flying and it was really lively.

Feiniao led more than a hundred people into an area lined with barren hills according to the original route.

Due to weathering, a small Yadan landform area has been formed here, with jagged rocks and maze-like structures, similar to the Devil's City in New Mexico.

Asuka and Juarez's cavalry are all too familiar with this place.

In addition to some Chinese cavalry, there are many local Mexicans in the team who have grown up here since childhood.

Not so with Wiltord and his federal cavalry.

"Stop, stop it all!"

After the pursuers reached the mouth of the valley, Wiltord slowed down until he stopped his horse.

After a chase, the horses were tired and panting heavily.

He raised his head and glanced at the various strange-shaped hills and stone pillars in front of him, and frowned.

He still remembered how the cavalrymen of Crook's regiment died.

I'm afraid there might be an ambush in this area.

Wiltord hesitated.

He didn't want to lose his reputation and die here, but he wasn't willing to just go back home.

"Sir, I don't think there should be an ambush in this place!" An officer next to him pointed at the stones and said, "These places are bare and can be seen at a glance. There is no room to hide people!"

"You know nothing. Do you know how many cavalrymen can be killed by a machine gun stuck in the terrain?" Wiltord twisted his neck and fell into thinking.

In the end, the desire for victory triumphed over the fear of ambush.

"Follow me into the valley! Everyone, slow down, be alert in front and behind, and turn back immediately if anything goes wrong!" Wiltord gave his order.