Wind Rises in North America 1625

Chapter 95: Expedition (Part )

A thin layer of morning mist filled the forest, like a layer of gauze wrapped around the earth.

The rising sun penetrated the mist and shone in patches on the Indian tribal camp by the stream.

A few elk were walking through the woods, occasionally making panicked calls, breaking the tranquility of the early morning.

Dozens of huts made of hay, branches and animal skins are scattered along a stream. Many of the roofs are decorated with colorful bird feathers, which sway gently in the wind, giving off a wild atmosphere.

The sky gradually brightened, and in front of several thatched houses, wisps of smoke rose one after another, curling up and interweaving with the mist, drifting away into the distance.

Some diligent hunters had already woken up and started preparing for the day's hunt, checking their wooden spears and fishing tools with a look of determination and anticipation on their faces.

A tribal elder, hunched over, walked slowly in the camp, like a king, inspecting his territory.

Suddenly, there seemed to be some noise coming from the south of the camp, which caught his attention.

I stopped and looked towards the south, where the sound came from. I saw a group of warriors armed with spears pouring out of the forest and trotting towards the camp.

The elder watched in a daze as the men crossed the stream, walked through a meadow, pushed over the crude fence surrounding the camp, and pounced in like wild beasts.

"Ah!..." The elder suddenly woke up, shouted, turned around and ran towards the center of the camp.

The enemy is coming!

In a moment, the originally quiet and peaceful camp suddenly became noisy and bustling.

The Indians who heard the noise came out of the huts one after another. Seeing the numerous enemies rushing towards them, they were stunned at first, and then hurried back to the huts to get their weapons.

"After you rush in, don't run around!"

"Work in groups of five, cooperate with each other!"

"Just disarm the enemy, no need to kill them indiscriminately!"

"But anyone who resists will be killed on the spot!..."

Officers at all levels led their men to charge towards the native camp while loudly reminding the soldiers of many things they should pay attention to.

Lin Quanwu followed closely behind an Yi squad leader with a spear in hand, his mouth wide open and breathing heavily.

A charge distance of less than a hundred meters should not have made him so embarrassed, but for some reason, his heart was beating fast, his mouth was dry, he kept swallowing, and his hand holding the spear was shaking.

This made him a little breathless while running, and he had to open his mouth wide and make heavy breathing sounds.

However, the two legs can still obey the brain's instructions and move forward firmly.

"thump!"

"what!……"

The barbarian squad leader rushed to an indigenous man and knocked him to the ground in an instant with the powerful momentum, then swung the spear in his hand and hit his legs hard, causing him to scream and roll on the ground for several times.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!..."

Six or seven fierce indigenous warriors gathered in the front right, holding wooden spears and roaring as they launched a counterattack.

The musketeers at the rear immediately raised their rifles and pulled the triggers. Although the firing rate was irregular, as the flames from the muzzles danced, more than a dozen lead bullets, with their powerful kinetic energy, easily penetrated the chests of the native warriors. A large amount of blood splattered out, and three or four people felled instantly. "Bang! Bang! Bang!..."

Another round of volleys of gunfire knocked down all the remaining indigenous warriors and immediately broke their counterattack.

Not all the natives had the determination to resist. Some women and children screamed and ran towards the north of the camp, hoping to escape the attack of these demons.

However, they did not run too far before they were pushed back by the enemy rushing from the other side. In panic, many natives ran around in the camp, and some even hid in huts in a panic in order to avoid the attack.

As more soldiers rushed into the camp, the resistance of the natives became weaker and weaker. Regardless of gender, age or weakness, they were all beaten with spears and knife backs and ordered to kneel or lie on the ground.

Those natives who stubbornly resisted were often besieged by several people, stabbed with spears and hacked with knives, and knocked to the ground.

Faced with such weak resistance, the soldiers who were temporarily organized suddenly became courageous. They shouted and waved their swords and spears to control the natives who were running around. They also followed the instructions beforehand and deliberately avoided attacking the vital parts of the enemy in order to disarm them.

The entire battle lasted less than forty minutes, from launching the attack, to breaking into the camp, to the final pursuit and interception. Only five soldiers of Shixing Fort were injured, and they almost completely wiped out this Indian tribe of more than seventy people at a small cost.

Well, the reason why it was “almost” was that five or six native Indians took advantage of the opportunity to escape during the melee and hid in the dense forest.

When the sun rose completely, the crying and roaring in the camp gradually stopped.

All the captured Indians had their hands tied and watched with blank eyes as a group of invaders wantonly searched everything in the camp.

The dilapidated thatched hut was overturned, and the enemies with the same faces as them held spears, pushed aside the weeds and branches that were blocking the way, gathered the animal skins and dried meat they found in a pile, and then tied them up and packed them.

The killed tribesmen were dragged out of the camp and then began to collect firewood, apparently to burn their bodies.

Faced with all this, whether unwilling or afraid, everyone sat silently on the ground, waiting for the unknown fate to take their place.

Kuang Xu walked in the camp, looking down at the completely controlled Native Americans with the attitude of a conqueror.

There are about thirty young and strong men in this tribe, and the rest are women, the elderly and children.

They all looked skinny, and it seemed their lives weren't very good. This was evident from the "supply reserves" found in the camp: there were only a few pieces of dried meat hanging out to dry, and even fewer dried fish.

There were less than a hundred furs of various colors turned out from the hut. Many of the natives had most of their bodies exposed, which attracted many soldiers to glance over.

Well, this captured native woman can be considered for marriage with an immigrant from the Ming Dynasty, so that they can settle down here with peace of mind, give birth to more children, and strengthen the power of our Shixing Fort.

This battle was basically one-sided. Apart from allowing these hastily armed immigrants to see blood and build up their courage, it did not achieve the desired practical effect.

If we encounter a large-scale attack by the Spanish, I'm afraid it won't be enough!

In fact, when it comes to fighting, these time travelers have no experience. After all, they are just a group of naval officers and soldiers, and all they have learned and practiced before are knowledge about ships and sea navigation.

So, when the few remaining members of the decision-making committee decided to carry out limited military conquest of the surrounding Native American tribes, everyone regarded this action as a real combat exercise.

Winter military training only allows immigrants to become initially familiar with and understand some military skills, but in order to form effective combat effectiveness, they still have to carry out some "actual practice".

Long-distance marches, crossing valleys, passing through jungles and meadows, breaking through roadblocks, building camps, and even pre-war reconnaissance, combat raids, multi-faceted blockades, and so on.

It can be said that through small-scale combat methods such as conquering the indigenous people, time travelers and immigrants can gradually learn combat experience, and master and understand the various problems encountered throughout the process.

When facing a "big boss" like Spain in the future, you can first fight the "small monsters" to gain experience points and familiarize yourself with the atmosphere of the battlefield.
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