America 1881: Legend of the West

Black people did not yet know the danger they were about to face.

Most of them don't have many lofty ideals. They participate in this war just to gain some respect and hope to be treated equally in the future.

Optimism is always one of the two things that flows in the blood of black people.

In their view, war is not much worse than their current situation.

But their commander obviously didn't think so.

His name is John, he was originally a slave on a plantation, participated in the Civil War, and was one of the first batch of emancipated slaves.

At that time, he was just a young man in his twenties, but now he is as old as a dried orange.

John knew the cruelty of war.

"When you rush out, don't rush forward, pay attention to the movements of the high ground on the opposite side." He stood by a tree, looking forward, and said to a black sergeant beside him.

The sergeant hummed and went to deliver his order.

However, something else in the blood of black people also manifested itself at this time.

That is undisciplined.

This army was also formed temporarily and did not undergo long-term training.

These black soldiers walked out of the jungle with guns in hand.

"Hey, look, what's that in front of you?" A black soldier pointed forward and said to another black soldier beside him.

"That's a pineapple." Another soldier glanced at it and replied angrily, "It's a kind of fruit."

He has never eaten pineapple, but he has seen it.

The looks of these things are so impressive.

These pineapple plants are not tall, only about fifty to eighty centimeters tall, and the pineapples emerge from the leaves like lanterns.

The black soldier's throat moved:

"Can we get some to try? I'm thirsty. Damn it, I haven't had a sip of water since morning."

Another black soldier decided to reach a consensus with his comrades after some ideological struggle.

As soon as the two of them joined forces, they quietly entered the pineapple field.

They don’t know that unprocessed pineapples are sour, and they don’t know what their behavior means.

In their view, these are just an episode in the march.

The first black soldier picked a pineapple.

He squatted on the ground, grabbed the leaves above the pineapple with his hands, and pulled them to the left side, exposing the connection point.

Then he took out the hatchet from his waist, spotted the connection point, and slashed with the knife.

I don’t know if it’s because the connection points are too tough, or because I’m not squatting and not exerting my strength.

The black man simply stood up and raised his arm again to wave the hatchet.

However, at this moment, a gunshot rang out.

The black man's arms froze in the air.

But he didn't stay for more than a second before his whole body went limp and he fell into the pineapple field.

Intensive gunshots rang out one after another.

The Spaniards on the top of the mountain had discovered these American black vanguards and began shooting at them.

"Get down! Get down! Damn it! You idiots!"

As soon as Yoang came out of the jungle and heard the sound of gunfire, he immediately lay down and dragged a soldier beside him who was at a loss.

His movements are completely unlike that of an old man in his sixties, and his reactions are faster than those of his young subordinates!

The black soldier he pulled down was lucky, although his leg was cut open by a sharp pineapple leaf.

But compared with the comrades around him who were hit by bullets, he was lucky.

"Climb forward! Have you learned all the technical moves I taught you in Florida into your butthole?" Yoang cursed as he squirmed forward.

In his view, sending these new recruits over to lead the charge would mean death.

He felt the same as Ming Jing about the arrangements made by those white people.

But there was really nothing he could do but save the lives of as many black compatriots as possible.

The black people soon lay down in the pineapple field, moving slowly forward among the vegetation.

But there is an end to pineapple fields.

Standing at the end is a barbed wire fence blocking the direction of the American soldiers' advance.

A dozen reckless black soldiers destroyed the barbed wire and tried to rush forward.

Only a few hundred yards from the summit, the fortress seemed within easy reach.

But soon, these dozen black people paid the price for their rashness.

The Spanish's Maxim machine gun finally fired.

The dozen or so black men were beaten into sieves without saying a word and fell into a pool of blood.

"Don't move! Don't even move!" Yoang was lying on the ground. Seeing the tragic situation in front of him, he immediately gave an order to the black people around him.

So, the black people who were still in the pineapple field lay down on the ground and shot towards the top of the mountain from a long distance, but with little effect.

Those who did not enter the pineapple field later did not dare to take a step forward in the jungle.

Following the black troops about two hundred yards was the 17th Infantry Regiment.

They soon arrived at the pineapple field as well.

What appeared in front of them was a somewhat strange scene.

A group of black people were lying under the pineapple leaves in front of them with their butts sticking out, not daring to move.

"What are you doing?" Major Edwin, the commander of the 17th Infantry Regiment, shouted dissatisfied at a black man who was hiding behind a tree and was confused. "Where is your commander?"

"He is at the front." The black man pointed to the forward position in the Baltic Lands in the distance. "Many of our people have died."

Hearing the commander of the black army rushing to the front, Edwin had nothing to say for a moment.

However, he was still dissatisfied with the cautiousness of this black group.

"Get out of the way. If we fight as cowardly as you do, we might as well go back to our hometown! If the Spaniards on the other side see it, they might dare to send warships directly to Washington!" Edwin put one hand on his waist and taught him a lesson. Those black soldiers.

"American soldiers should march forward courageously. How can you be so timid as you? Get out of the way and let my soldiers come. They will make you feel ashamed!" he said.

The black soldiers were wondering.

They watched as Edwin and his 17th Infantry Regiment stepped out of the pineapple field, stepping on the bodies of black soldiers lying on the ground, tearing down the barbed wire fence, and then being picked up like leeks in the open space in front of the barbed wire fence. One crop fell to the ground.

Courage cannot be used as a bulletproof board, and momentum cannot be used as a bulletproof vest.

In less than ten minutes, the 17th Army was beaten to pieces by four Maxims and the Spanish soldiers squatting in the trenches waiting for work. They were disorganized and almost on the verge of collapse.

Edwin was one meter away from death.

He fell to the ground because his feet got out of the barbed wire fence.

If he had taken one step faster, he would have been beaten to a pulp by a barrage of machine gun bullets!

A few hundred yards from the hilltop fortress, it was difficult for the U.S. military to advance further.

Miles, who was in charge of the main attack, looked a little confused, but he didn't think of a better way, so he reported to Lawton and asked for support;

The artillery of Lawton's artillery had not been attacked, and the infantry and infantry were unable to charge forward, and they were completely defeated, so they reported to Schefter and asked for support;

Schefter was now at his headquarters four miles south of El Kanie.

At this moment, he was extremely anxious.

Because they underestimated the Spanish defensive strength, the attack on San Juan Hill in the south also started later.

But from his position, just hearing the gunfire from both sides felt wrong.

Now both sides face the risk of both going to war, but neither of them being able to win, and being unable to support each other.

After receiving Lawton’s report letter, he immediately cursed:

"Support? Didn't the 2nd Volunteer Cavalry Brigade just arrive near their position? Why did you come to me far away? Am I Lawton's nanny?"

Lawton likes the new nickname of "The Unweaned Baby."

He did know that Chen Jianqiu would bring a Chinese army to support today, but he never paid too much attention.

Because Lawton always believed that this group of people had limited combat capabilities and should not be able to help. At most, they would be the same as those Cuban rebels.

Now, after being scolded by Schefter, he had to ride his horse to the place where the Second Volunteer Brigade was stationed.

But when Lawton arrived at Chen Jianqiu's camp, his eyes almost fell out.

There were actually twenty cannons being dragged in from outside the camp.

He had never seen the appearance of these cannons, at least they were completely different from the ones he used.

When Lao Dun came on horseback, Chen Jianqiu and Danny happened to come back from observing from the front line.

They had almost observed the entire battle so far, and Chen Jianqiu naturally knew what Lawton was here to do.

"Sir Lawton, I wonder why you are here?" Chen Jianqiu asked knowingly, looking at Lawton with a smile.

Lawton looked at the twenty or so cannons and asked tentatively:

"Lieutenant Colonel Chen, may I ask where you got these cannons from?"

Chen Jianqiu turned around, glanced at the twenty cannons being maintained by the artillerymen, and said with some disapproval:

"Oh, you said these cannons are just equipment of the New Mexico militia, they are nothing new."

Of course, he did not tell Lawton that these 75MM field guns were the first batch of field guns produced by the Roswell Arsenal, using the latest elastic gun mount technology.

The long back seat principle used in this technology was not very popular in Germany at the time, so Chen Jianqiu bought the patent from the inventor Haone without spending much money.

This kind of gun was not a rack-mounted gun that was popular at the time, but a tube-type gun.

Shoot more accurately, weigh less, and fire faster.

"Our attack is in trouble, so I hope you and your soldiers can support us." Lawton said after thinking for a moment.

Because Chen Jianqiu was not under his jurisdiction, he was not sure whether the other party would obey his orders.

Unexpectedly, Chen Jianqiu readily agreed without saying a word.

"Don't worry, this battle will be fought as it should be. Just leave the rest to us." Chen Jianqiu said.

Lawton left the camp doubtfully.

After Lao Dun left, Chen Jianqiu turned around and gave Danny an order:

"Let the Spaniards have a taste of our latest cannon first!"