America 1881: Legend of the West

Lieutenant Gomez was dissatisfied with his commander's decision.

There were only hundreds of half-dead mud-legged people, and ten people couldn't make up five decent guns. They were half-starved to death in the mountains and at the seaside, and they had to set out overnight to lead the people to encircle and suppress them.

I heard that a group of Spanish soldiers guarding the city went out of the city without authorization and were killed by the group.

Colonel Francis judged that the group of rebels stationed near the fishing village did it, so he decided to go out to suppress the bandits as soon as possible.

The army was divided into three groups and marched towards the fishing village from three directions.

Although it is said to be a large army, it is actually not many. There are thousands of people, and most of them are still guarding the port of Santiago to prevent sneak attacks by other rebels.

According to the colonel's wishes, more than a thousand people were enough to surround this Chinese force of several hundred, which was not considered the main force in the rebel army.

As long as these people are blocked at the beach, they will be unable to fly and wait to go to the sea to feed the fish.

Lieutenant Gomez led one of these three troops.

He was also dissatisfied because Colonel Francis sent him a reporter with the army.

The reporter's name was Garcia, from Spain. The colonel asked him to record how his heroic army suppressed the Cuban rebels.

Gomez knew the man from his days in Spain.

This kind of person is very troublesome.

There was a lot of nonsense along the way, asking this and that but not saying anything.

You have to protect his safety, and you can't do anything too outrageous to prevent him from talking nonsense after returning home.

After all, Spain’s military and liberal government have never been able to pee in the same pot.

Gomez and his troops set out early in the morning and walked for about three or four hours before arriving at a river valley north of the fishing village.

In front of the river is a hillside with jungle mixed with rocks.

"What a bunch of idiots." Lieutenant Gomez dismounted, walked to the river, squatted down, and washed his face with river water.

He raised his head and glanced at the scorching sun hanging in the sky. Within a second, he felt his eyes hurt and quickly lowered his head.

Cuba is located in the tropics, and it is summer all year round. Especially in the wild, the sun is unbearable.

"Damn it, a bunch of gentlemen are hiding in a big house in San Diego, drinking, eating ice cream and playing with women, but I want to go to this stupid place to suppress bandits, damn it!"

Gomez cursed and stood up.

The adjutant behind him heard his curse and quickly handed over a round yellow-green guava.

Gomez took out his dagger and sliced ​​open the top of the fruit, revealing the pink flesh inside.

The lieutenant began to eat the guava like a pig.

"Sir, shall we continue moving forward?" the adjutant who handed him the fruit asked, "We should not be far from our destination here. If I remember correctly, the arrival time agreed with the other two troops should be around two o'clock in the afternoon."

"What a hurry! Let everyone go into the jungle to rest for a while. We have been traveling for so long." Gomez replied angrily while eating fruit, "Let them fight first, we will go later."

"Lieutenant, it's so hot in Cuba."

A reporter named Garcia walked over.

He was a little fat and held a handkerchief in his hand to wipe his sweat.

"Hey, Mr. Reporter, it's not the rainy season. If it's the rainy season, you'll really see how bad this damn place is."

Gomez glanced at Garcia sideways and said.

"Anyway, if it's the rainy season, I wouldn't be willing to march in such a densely wooded place even if I were killed."

"Muddy roads, damn mosquitoes, and dengue fever. If you get infected, you may die. It's very dangerous for civilized people like you, Mr. Reporter, with delicate skin and tender flesh."

Garcia heard the teasing in Gomez's words.

He glanced at the latter's epaulettes and said in a sinister tone:

"Mr. Lieutenant, if I remember correctly, when you were in Spain, you were still a sergeant. I didn't expect that now you have come out and made a fortune."

Instead of being angry, Gomez was happy.

He patted his epaulette quite proudly:

"Hey, you're asking. First I went to the Philippines and slaughtered a bunch of East Asian monkeys. Then I came to Cuba and slaughtered a bunch of black-skinned monkeys."

"Thank you to the Virgin Mary for giving me these opportunities. If I had said that killing monkeys would lead to promotion, I would have applied to leave Spain."

"Lieutenant, hey, Mr. Reporter, do you know what this means? I have more than 400 people listening to my orders. I think back then."

Just as Gomez looked over his shoulder with pride and boasted to reporters, he didn't know that there were several people staring at him in the jungle not far away.

"This person should be the leader."

Chen Jianqiu leaned behind a tree and put down the telescope in his hand.

Beside him, Camilla was half-crouching, holding a rifle in her hand, with the barrel resting on the stone in front of her.

This sniper rifle was modified from the Roswell 1888.

Roswell Ordnance Factory craftsmen used electric stamping machines and cold forging processes to produce its main parts, and innovatively used spot welding techniques in some places.

A removable semicircular sight guard is installed on the gun body. The front sight can be adjusted for windage, and the rear sight is adjustable from 100 meters to 2000 meters in increments of every 100 meters.

At the same time, a six-fold optical sight is also installed on the gun.

Different from the previous scopes whose length is almost as long as the gun body, this scope has a relatively low frame, and the aiming baseline is close to that of the mechanical sight, and it does not affect the loading of bullets with bridge bullets.

At this moment, Camilla was also observing the same target as Chen Jianqiu diagonally below through the scope.

"He's a lieutenant." Camilla's red lips opened slightly.

With the sniper rifle in hand, she returned to her former self as the top sniper in the West, cold and focused.

"Is this possible? It seems a bit far, right?" He Jianshun on the side opened his eyes wide.

He could actually see two people squatting by the river, but it was so far away that it seemed unreliable based on his experience.

Camilla ignored him, her index finger already on the trigger.

Chen Jianqiu patted He Jianshun on the shoulder:

"Brother, take the people and prepare to attack."

At the same time, he also took off the rifle on his shoulder and put the bar on his shoulder. He avoided Camilla's gun line and walked to the edge of the jungle in front of him.

Perhaps the Chinese soldiers had already taken their positions, or perhaps the lieutenant stood up and was about to leave.

Less than ten seconds after Chen Jianqiu arrived at his location, a gunshot came from the woods behind him.

Camila pulled the trigger.

". Let me tell you, Mr. Reporter, no matter how you use Spring and Autumn Writing to ridicule me, you can't change the reality, that is, after this fight, I will be promoted again!"

"I"

The reporter's face looked a little bad.

He was struck speechless.

The damn soldier in front of him stood up and smiled mockingly at him.