The sun never sets in America

Chapter 11 Outbreak
The night of February 1840, 2, was a day worth remembering.

"call……"

In the town of Vic, there were slight snores everywhere, as well as a small number of militiamen standing guard, listless and sleepy-eyed.

tread... tread...

A burst of dense footsteps disturbed Mondorf, who was leaning against the wall in the tower and squinting his eyes. Mondorf rubbed his eyes listlessly:
"What's the sound at night? Is it a wolf?" Mondorf attributed the sound he just made to the American gray wolf. As a social carnivore in the Americas, this is the best time for hunting.

The tall and strong American bison on the North American continent are their primary target.

Of course, humans are included, but it depends on whether the human is alone, otherwise it is not hunting, but wolf skins that are delivered to the door.

Just when Mondorf was about to continue sleeping, a bright light appeared dimly in front of him in a trance, and this feeling became stronger and stronger.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack!!" As soon as Mondorf opened his eyes, he was startled by the dense fire in front of him and shouted immediately.

"Are they those Americans?" Until now, Mondorf still thinks that the fire forces on the opposite side are Americans. After all, those Indians have been tamed long ago, and only Americans have the courage to attack the white Mexicans.

After thinking that it might be an American, Mondorf's thighs trembled a little. After all, Americans are not good people. Although they are all white people, there are differences between white people.

The United States is a Protestant country, while Mexico is Catholic. In terms of doctrine alone, there is no need to deal with it at all.

Heretics are worse than heretics! !

"Come here, enemy attack..." After shouting several times, someone finally reacted and ran to the city with a gun. However, in Vic Town, they still knew nothing about the situation outside.

After all, for the descendants of Spanish colonists who have been at ease for hundreds of years, they are confident that no one can defeat them in this wild America.

The only one who can defeat them is another colonist.

Indians, that's a joke! !

When the fire got closer and closer, the enemy troops on the opposite side almost reached the tower.

Under the illumination of the fire, the white militiamen of the Mexican town woke up and shivered on the city wall, and finally saw clearly the appearance on the other side.

Their yellow skin, bodies wrapped in animal skins or coarse cloth, and the iconic feathers on their heads reveal their identity.

Indians! !
"Holy Mary!" A Vic town militiaman standing on the tower with a gun looked dumbfounded at the Indians with firelights everywhere in front of him. He crossed himself on his chest in fear and shouted. Call upon the Holy Mother of God in the Bible.

The other soldiers around him were not much better. To them, the sudden attack by the Indians was no less than a tamed wild dog that suddenly turned around and bit them.

Such a feeling cannot be expressed in words.

"Quick, go and notify the mayor." Rossi, the captain of the guard on the tower, reacted to the brilliant fire on the opposite side, and immediately shouted loudly, "The Indians are rebelling, quick, prepare to fight!" Rossi then shouted He shouted at the top of his lungs to the panicked soldiers on the tower, hoping to awaken their will to fight.

But the only response he received was a rapid-fire bullet that hit the tower, blowing an unsuspecting soldier into a bloody man on the spot.

Indians, have artillery!

This is undoubtedly a more terrifying thing than killing one of their soldiers.

Even if the Indians have muskets, these white Mexicans will not be surprised. After all, for hundreds of years, the Indians have been able to obtain muskets from their folk through various channels. Many Indian tribes have a certain number of muskets. These white Mexican colonists Everyone knows that as long as the scale is not too large, these colonists can tolerate it, but artillery?
This thing has always been expressly prohibited. Where did the Indians get the artillery?

As for the Indians making it themselves?
No kidding, if the Indians could make their own artillery, they would have attacked the white people long ago. Why wait until now?

But where did this artillery come from? This sentence popped into Rossi's mind.

boom……

But soon, he was awakened by the second gunfire, shouting at the top of his lungs: "Fight back, fight back, fight back quickly!!" Rossi's face showed anxiety, but more importantly, anger.

The slaves rebelled!
This was the sentiment of all the white Mexicans present.

The battery of nine nine-pound cannons was turned by these Vic Town militiamen, making a chirping sound.

Is this caused by the lack of maintenance for a long time? After all, for the descendants of Mexican colonists living in Vic, the war?

That was too far away, so when the war really came, they were like wild beasts with their hair exploded, and there were scenes everywhere where they couldn't choose their way out.

"Put it..." After finally stuffing a projectile into the barrel, he was about to light it and fire it, but in the end he found that it was damp inside and could not be fired.

Rossi had no choice but to abandon the fort on the west side and use the two forts on the east and south sides.

But soon, the Mexicans would pay in blood for their usual laxity and stupidity.

Boom...boom...

A total of six nine-pounder cannon shells exploded on the march to the city wall of Vic Town, killing a group of well-organized Indian warriors on the spot.

"Ah..." The mountain tribe warrior whose leg was blown off was holding his bloody left leg and wailing in pain, which infected many Indian warriors around him who were advancing, causing a small commotion in the team, but They were quickly suppressed by the warriors who took the lead.

In war, there is no life without death. These were the exact words of the mountain and lake warriors who organized a team to attack the city after suffering casualties.

boom……

This time the shelling did not come from the Mexican fort on the tower, but from a bronze cannon on a wooden gun carriage.

After the sound of the cannon, a burst of white smoke rose from the muzzle of the bronze cannon.

After the white smoke dissipated, a line of square characters could be vaguely seen on the gun body.

Divine machine gun, three years old, twelve pounds!
The so-called divine machine gun is actually the collective name for the artillery manufactured in Liujiabao Artillery Workshop.

Three years refers to the year of construction, which is based on the year when Liujiabao established its foothold in North America.

In fact, it was an artillery piece from a few years ago.

After all, it has only been less than ten years since Liu Yan came to America. Excluding the few years of hard work, it has only been six or seven years since it really established itself. It can be said that this artillery is very young.

As for why it leaked out, it was also Liu Yan's original strategy.

Support some Indians, and when necessary, they can be used as aid to fight against the white Mexicans.Of course, the number of artillery leaked out is still limited. As of today, there are no more than thirty, and they are scattered among various tribes. As a weapon and a treasure to intimidate hostile tribes, they will not be used easily.

Moreover, in order to balance the strength of the Indian tribes, Liu Yan deliberately allowed most Indian tribes to obtain artillery. Although the number was not large, only one or two, even the Monte tribe, which had the most marriages, only had four artillery.

After all, Liu Yan still knows the truth about raising tigers, and dividing and transforming them is the right way.

Boom...boom...

bang... bang...

To the east and south, dense artillery and volleys of guns fired from time to time stopped the Indians' somewhat crude offensive. They even got stuck outside the city wall. No matter what, they could not get close to the city wall that was already close at hand. .

"Master Shanhu, let's withdraw. If we fight again, I don't know how many people will die..." An Indian warrior begged to the Shanhu warrior who continued to send more men forward. Three of his five companions were already dead. Two of them were killed in the bombing, and the remaining one was hit in the head by a stray bullet. No matter what, he would never forget the scene of brains and blood flowing across the head. If the beating continued, let alone the rest. He himself had to account for the two companions.

"It's too late to retreat now!" The Mountain Lake Warrior looked coldly at the pleading warrior in front of him, "No matter how many people die today, we have only one way to go, and that is victory."

"We will use the blood and lives of these heroes to awaken all Indian tribes."

"Let our descendants no longer suffer such pain and humiliation."

The Mountain Lake Warrior said with an excited expression. At the end of his sentence, he shouted out loudly, which infected most of the people present.

"I..." The warrior was speechless by the words of Shanhu Warrior. He could only run dejectedly towards the front line where artillery fire was pouring under the eyes and warnings of the people around him. Yes, a living life was blown into pieces.

"Master Shanhu, there is no artillery fire to the west." An Indian warrior who came from the western front ran to the Shanhu warriors panting, and reported the good news he had seen with his own eyes with an excited face.

At first, he led his team to tentatively attack the west wall, but what came was only sporadic gunfire, without the artillery fire that frightened all the Indians.

At first he thought there might be some trap, but after testing it several times, he finally discovered that there really were no artillery on the west side.

"Really?" After hearing this, the Mountain Lake Warrior immediately realized the opportunity and grabbed the opponent's shoulders with excitement.

"It's true, it's absolutely true. I've tried it several times." The warrior felt a little uncomfortable being caught, but he still nodded to answer the question.

"Okay, great!" After hearing these words, the Shanhu Warrior suddenly became excited. "Quickly, pull back all the people in front, concentrate all your efforts, and attack the west side." The Shanhu Warrior said decisively, Even a little anxious, after all, if it is later, more people will die. These people will be the force to attack the west side at once!
bang... bang...

On the west side of the city wall, sporadic gunshots rang out, startling the main force of the slowly advancing Mountain Rock Tribe, but after boosting their morale, they continued to move forward.

When they saw that there were only muskets, everyone rushed towards the city wall in front of them excitedly.

bang... bang...

Although the gunfire still sounded on the west side, it could only slightly delay the pace of the Indian attack under the city wall, but it could be blocked for a while, but not forever!
Soon, a large number of Indian warriors arrived under the west wall, and hastily built ladders were erected on the wall.

Indian warriors kept climbing up, carrying swords on their backs. Although Indian warriors were shot down by muskets from time to time and fell to death under the city wall, they still could not stop the progress of these Indians who had already killed them.

Finally, the first Indian warrior rushed to the tower. Although he was quickly killed by the more numerous white Mexican militiamen, he still bought time for those behind him to go upstairs.

"Ah..." A white Mexican militiaman had his arm chopped off with a steel knife. He just let out a heart-rending cry and his head was chopped off.

"Don't kill me. I'm a white man. You can't kill me." The fat-looking militia officer looked at the Indian warriors who were approaching him with spears. He could only use this method to threaten the Indian warriors in front of him. .

As everyone knows, these words will only make you die faster.

Sure enough, the Indian warrior who heard this thrust his spear forward directly and pierced the body of the Mexican militia officer.

Until his death, the Mexican militia officer could not figure out how the Indians, who had always been docile, could become what they are today.
These were his last thoughts before his death.

Why is this happening?

Without him, rabbits would bite people when they were anxious, not to mention the wild Indians.

"kill……"

"Kill all these white ghosts!"

The Shanhu warriors who had already invaded Vic Town looked mad and looked at the Spanish-style town in front of them with scarlet eyes, and loudly gave orders to kill.

"Ah...don't!"

"Let me go, don't kill me."

"Mother, don't touch my mother."

"Dad, wake up, wake up."

The whole town is full of blood and human tragedies.

Once hundreds of years of hatred break out, human nature can easily be turned into bestiality.

When the three-hour killing ended, the entire town, except for the exhausted Indian warriors, was filled with corpses.

The death conditions of the corpses were extremely miserable, and many corpses even showed signs of being vented.

Venting, except for venting the long-suppressed anger in the heart, there is no emotion that can represent the mood of the Shanyan tribe Indians at the moment.

In the early morning, the first ray of sunshine shone into the town of Vic.

The white walls were stained with blood.

The air is filled with the smell of killing and blood.

A red rock flag flutters on the walls of Vic Town and the heights of the church, announcing to the world.

The Indians' counterattack begins...

What happened in Vic spread like wildfire to Los Angeles a few days later.

A fire sweeping across the entire West Coast and burning the entire California is about to ignite.

All the people there will pay the price with their blood... no matter who he is! !
(End of this chapter)