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When it comes to the history of North America, almost all historians write with regret about the more than 300-year-old struggle between European colonists and Indians. The plight of the Indians is also largely attributable to the criminal massacres of colonialism.

But in fact, in terms of scale, in terms of frequency, in terms of bloodshed, the civil wars between the Indians of North America far exceeded the wars between the Indians and the Europeans. Unlike wars between civilized nations, which are usually resolved at a certain stage through the negotiating table, wars between Indians can be described as a never-ending warring state model, with North American Indians dying at their own hands far more than Europeans being killed by guns.

The reason why the classic tragedies of some Indian tribes can leave their names in the long river of history is mostly because of the deliberate excavation of historians and the modern concept of human rights, and their role is also to warn future generations.

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Without the presence of Su Zining, a knowledgeable poisonous tongue, almost no one knew what big things they had done this time.

History may be changing, but the original inertia of history continues to slide inexorably, and there is even an inexplicable acceleration. In the summer of 1636, a Boston merchant was killed in the upper reaches of the Hudson River, leading to an all-out war between the North American colonies and the Pecot tribes.

And this time, one of the protagonists of the war is still playing, but the other protagonist is not a European colonizer. The time of the war was also advanced by a full 15 years.

Sunday, April 11, 1621, sunny, 7 a.m.

From yesterday all day to now, He Yu has maintained a high degree of tension and excitement, and the young officer, who has not had the slightest sleep, has bloodshot eyes now.

Early yesterday morning, An Shaoqing lit a pile of wolf smoke, but the Manhattan fishing boat still drove unclear. Seeing that the fishing boats loaded with supplies were approaching the dock, He Yu fired several shots in succession.

The cunning Pecots hid in the woods not far from the docks, and in their opinion, the murderous "Chinese" ships were their easy prey, and their warriors could swarm up and kill everyone on board as soon as the ship docked.

Several impatient Pecots were exposed at the last moment, and the fishing boats, which had approached the pier for almost 100 meters, slowly slowed down and began to turn backwards, and the disappointed Pecots could only rush to the pier and shoot the bone arrows in their hands in vain at the fishing boats a hundred meters away.

This qiē made the people inside the wooden walls of West Point Town fall into tension after a long sigh of relief. The lack of medicine killed a seriously wounded English man and a Delaware Indian, and the inability to go out meant that West Point's already scarce food supplies had run out.

But what is even more terrifying is that the number of Pecots besieging West Point has been rising rapidly since the night before yesterday. It is clear that the Pecots who participated in the war were aided by other native villages, and now the number of people who can be observed has exceeded 300, and possibly even 400.

Although the Pecot Indians suffered unimaginable casualties during the first day of the attack, they were extremely afraid of the terrible firearms in West Point. But with the large number of people, they are a little ready to move. Perhaps seeing the weak points in West Point's defenses on three sides, the number of Pecots concentrated in the south reached almost 200.

The most recent assault took place yesterday evening, when more than forty Pecots broke through the southern defenses, climbed over the wooden wall, and stormed West Point. The soldiers of the garrison commanded by He Yu and the English immigrants fought almost hand-to-hand with bayonets and fire axes to repel the fearsome Pecot warriors.

After the battle, some more English and Delaware fighters were killed, and many more, including several soldiers of the land garrison, Dong Jiunan and Li Xiang, were also seriously wounded.

In order to cover the reloading of the arquebus by the priest of Brest, Li Xiang rushed up and knocked down an enemy with the butt, and then was pierced in the thigh by a wooden spear thrown from other directions.

Dong Jiunan was hit in the back by several bone spears thrown by several opponents, and he was still unconscious after losing too much blood.

Now there are only 50 people left who can still move, including Nada.

In the wooden house where the wounded were placed, Na Da didn't cry anymore, but used a linen cloth dipped in water to keep lowering the temperature of Dong Jiunan's forehead, who was already feverish. Her husband, Li Xiang, with a wounded leg wrapped in a cloth bandage, leaned against the window with an arquebus to stand on guard.

"If they set off overnight yesterday, they should have arrived early this morning, why haven't we seen reinforcements yet!"

The young man of the geological exploration group who was with An Shaoqing shouted like a little crazy, his left arm was shattered, and there was a large patch of blood on his sleeve.

The former otaku of Beijing University of Geosciences who specializes in geothermal exploration now has a desperate look in his bloodshot eyes: "I knew they wouldn't care if we lived or died!" I knew it! ”

Hysteria did not only happen to this youth.

In the corner, an English bearded man was crying and laughing, and one of his legs had been smashed directly by a strong Pecot man with a heavy stone axe.

A Delaware Indian boy leaned against the wall with a pale face, almost entirely wrapped in bloody linen, and muttered all night long.

Regardless of the behavior of the crowd, everyone in the room had despair written on their faces.

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Outside the wooden house, 48 men dressed in red gathered behind the defensive bunker, the wooden wall had already given up, and they could only use the reloading and shooting skills that they had become extremely skilled in the battle to maintain the long-range killing effect as much as possible.

Unlike the initial battle, the Ground Guard soldiers are now numb enough to methodically poke the ammunition in the barrel with a ram almost under the nose of their opponent and then fire at the face. Or with a bayonet, he pushed his opponent all the way to the wooden wall without saying a word.

He Yu didn't feel a little relieved by this, but slowly walked behind the soldiers, checking the possible careless behavior of his subordinates. Not far from him, the English priest had long since lost his image of a kind and gentle religious man, and now had an arquebus in one hand, a fire axe in the other, and even two iron spears used as throwing spears beside him, and the iron spears had turned black, and it was obvious that he did not know how many Pecot Indians had been stabbed.

"Mr. Ensign, if your commander doesn't send reinforcements, I'm afraid we'll all be called by God tonight." Brest loaded the ammunition of another arquebus, gently put it aside, and then looked at the American ** officer sitting next to him and whispered, "Your soldiers are heroic, but there are more civilians here!" They can't hold on any longer! ”

"Old man, you talk a lot of nonsense......" He Yu took off his military hat and looked at the sky blankly, with a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, "Isn't your god still watching?" ”

"Oh, Mr. Ensign, I regret your misunderstanding of me. I mean, we're all civilized people, and we shouldn't be fighting these indigenous barbarians here. Brest, who was actually in his early forties, grinned awkwardly and held the silver cross on his chest in his hand, "I have never felt so close to God as I do today, if I ...... I mean, if I'm called by God, hopefully Mr. Ensign will write on my tombstone the words 'Payne Brest, from Bristol, fought for his faith until the very end'. ”

"Well, you English people have to put money on yourselves in the name of God for everything you do...... We Chinese...... We only believe in ourselves, success is our own right choice, and failure is also self-inflicted. ”

The young officer shook his head with a wry smile and laughed at himself for his unintentional remarks.

"Oh, the national temperament of your Eastern Empire is indeed incredible...... But God is merciful, and we are all His people who need His salvation, whether we believe it or not. The priest nodded earnestly, and his tone was gentle. In his eyes, the handsome and old-fashioned American ** officer in front of him seemed to be as unruly as those aristocratic officers in the English army.

"Old man, if we can all survive this time, I will invite you to go and drink, and drink a real liquor, which we call baijiu, which is thousands of times better than your whiskey." He Yu suddenly turned his head, and his bloodstained face smiled fiercely, "When I was a child, I often secretly drank my father's liquor, and later when the army was not allowed to drink it, I often took advantage of the holidays to change into civilian clothes and go to the city to drink, and then go back to the barracks at night." One of them drank too much and returned to the camp to be ...... by the camp instructors That is, the major in charge of military discipline was caught, and as a result, I was imprisoned for three days. ”

"Hehe, energetic lads will always have a past to be proud of!" The English priest smiled and took off his silver cross and handed it to He Yu, "Mr. Ensign, accept this gift, it will allow you to keep this pride and courage forever." ”

"No, I'm not going to get too close to your God yet, though I often spend Christmas." He Yu raised his hand, blocked the other party's hand, turned his head over, and found that the English priest in front of him had a lonely look on his face, and he secretly couldn't bear it, so he simply took the cross and stuffed it into his jacket pocket, "Mr. Brest, in fact, we are not resisting your God, but we need to keep our distance...... Many of us young people like to get married in your church. ”

"Oh, what an amazing people you are...... Perhaps this attitude makes God really biased and bless you. Brest looked left and right at the American soldiers, with an envious expression. These Americans, who claimed to be descendants of the Chinese in the East, had more advanced weapons than England and even all of Europe, and their quality of life was significantly higher than more than a notch, but they actually had a wonderful attitude towards God.

They are not the angry anger of the Arab pagans of the East at the face of the Christians, nor the fierce antagonism between the old and new sects within God's people. They seem to be more indifferent to these beliefs, and they are very casual and tolerant when they lift and put them down. They revere their ancestors more than any faith, but they also value the meaning of their actions.

Could this be the more civilized expression of the Yankees? The English priest fell into deep thought.

"The enemy is coming!"

Suddenly, a warning was issued by a soldier of the Ground Guard on the lookout, and then the flintlock pistol in his hand roared.

"Old man, here we go! God bless America! ”

He Yu laughed, and the first one squatted up and raised the flintlock pistol in his hand.

"All of them! Aim! ”

The sound of guns rang out, and then they all pointed motionlessly into the distance.

"Fire!"

“fire！”

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In the southern hills and woods about a kilometer away from West Point, a team of nearly 100 people was marching with difficulty.

According to the map, the most suitable area for landing is just over three kilometers to the south, except for the West Point wharf. It is dangerous for an overloaded fishing boat to force a landing in West Point, and if a few rockets fall into the fishing boat, it is likely to cause an unimaginable disaster.

Commander-in-chief Chen Liwen decisively chose an early landing point, and the time was after 5 o'clock in the morning. Although it is only a little more than three kilometers from West Point in a straight line, it will soon be in dense forests and rolling valleys and hilly terrain.

80 infantry, 6 artillery crews, 4 medical crews, and a few Drava men with baggage on their backs. The group advanced at an almost snail-like pace in the primeval forest.

By 7 a.m., the outpost scouts were less than 500 meters away from West Point, but the dense jungle still blocked the view.

The disgusting march into the forest, the only 6-pounder light cannon was left at the back of the line by the artillery crew, and the soldiers of the Maritime Guard who were trained as naval artillery crews were so annoyed that even Chen Liwen himself had the idea of giving up the artillery.

It was only when he thought of the upcoming follow-up battle plan that the supreme commander of the land garrison suppressed his anger and organized more people to help the artillery.

More than half an hour passed, and the intermittent but extremely fierce gunfire could already be heard, and occasionally the special shouts of the Indians.

"All of them, one last inspection of weapons! Speed up the march! ”

Hearing the constant sound of gunfire, the already tired officers and soldiers all cheered up, knowing that their companions were still desperately resisting.

He Yu, Dong Jiunan, finally didn't disappoint me, hey, don't let anyone ...... Chen Liwen shook his head, put aside his bad thoughts, and was the first to walk to the front of the team and pull out his pistol.

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“Oh！ Fuck！ ”

"Watch to the right!"

“Damn~it！”

"There are archers, be careful!"

The battle had been going on for more than half an hour, and the 40 or so defenders of West Point had retreated to the innermost ring, where a large circle of logs and stones had been piled up, and in the middle was a large log cabin full of wounded.

Long white smoke from arquebus or flintlock fire was everywhere inside and outside the house, and more than thirty firearms struggled to block the Pecots attack in the last tightened defensive position, and dozens more corpses were found throughout West Point and beyond.

The Pecots used their scattered and staggered runs to distract their opponents' fearsome weapons, and the melee warriors no longer foolishly charged in groups, but simply alternated forwards, and then the archers took the opportunity to find the right angle to shoot their arrows.

After two days of continuous attack, most of the Pecot archers had already shot their bone arrows, and the improvised wooden arrows were obviously much less lethal. Many Englishmen were able to pull the trigger after being hit by several wooden arrows.

But anyone with a discerning eye would know that the people of West Point were just fighting the last of the trapped beasts, and that sooner or later, the physically and mentally exhausted would be swept up by the Pecots as they ran out of ammunition.

"Get on the bayonet!"

As soon as he touched his waist, the leather bag containing the fixed ammunition was empty, He Yu pulled out his bayonet with red eyes, stuck it under the barrel, and then shouted loudly.

Many of the English also dropped their arquebuses without ammunition, grabbed the iron spears beside them, and then leaned close together one by one, pulled the spears tightly, and together with the Drava warriors around them, they looked at the Pecots who were slowly approaching with a resolute expression.

It had been a long time since the frightening white smoke had been emitted from the opposite side, and gradually, the Pecots began to gather again, holding their spears and slowly narrowing the encirclement. In front of their eyes, dozens of ferocious enemies were already standing up with long weapons.

In the wooden house, Li Xiang had already dropped the arquebus, held Na Da in his arms, kissed the other party's long hair, and looked calm. Dong Jiunan is still in a high fever and has not woken up. The wounded were all holding axes or rocks with them, as if waiting for the final fight.

"Ulu Ulu ~ Wow in the house!"

Knowing that victory was in place, the crowd erupted in a wave of shouts, their white-painted faces with ecstatic twisted expressions.

Suddenly, there was a commotion behind the crowd in the south, and many of the Pecots who were still cheering turned their heads inexplicably, and the crowd was buzzing.

In the eyes of the Pecots, rows of identical enemies dressed in dark gray were coming out of the woods to the south, forming two long lines in neat rows, carrying the same terrifying "spears" that emitted fire and white smoke as the enemies before them.

The sound of neat footsteps and nervous breathing echoed throughout the line, and Chen Liwen walked on the far left side of the line, pistol in hand, his eyes fixed on the dense crowd of more than two hundred people in front of him, with a hideous and terrifying anger on his face.

The previous gunfire was completely gone, and he thought he was still too late, especially when he saw the cheering of the Indians in the distance, his first thought was that it was all over.

"All of them, stay in formation! Attention! ”

"Gun under the shoulder! Aim! ”

Chen Liwen raised his pistol, and at the same moment, the line infantry lined up in two rows stopped, and then one flintlock rifle after another rolled down like a wave with the friction sound of hula.

"Fire!"

The first row of blazing flames erupted, and the width of nearly thirty meters in front of it was all covered by a cloud of white smoke, and then half a second later, a cloud of white smoke shot out again......

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