Chapter 507 "A New Beginning"

On the plains where there was nowhere to hide, anti-infantry rockets exploded in the air. With a burst of white smoke, countless small steel balls shot at the American soldiers who had nowhere to hide with the sound of breaking wind.

Then there were waves of steel balls piercing the flesh, and then there were miserable wails.

But this was just the beginning, and soon the cavalry guns were also pushed up.

Before the Americans who were dizzy by the anti-infantry rockets had time to organize a counterattack, the cavalry guns opened fire.

The caliber of these cavalry guns was usually only three to four pounds, but it was enough to shoot infantry. However, due to the long distance, they did not use shotgun shells, but solid bullets and shrapnel shells.

In theory, it would be better to use shrapnel shells to hit such live targets. But in fact, due to the limitations of the technical conditions at the time, the power of shrapnel shells was far less powerful than those in later generations.

Unless the high-explosive shells fired by naval guns can cause large-scale casualties, the usual shrapnel shells can only explode into a few petals, or even only two petals, which are not powerful enough to deter the enemy.

Solid bullets are completely different. This kind of shell has strong penetration, good speed, long range, and high hit rate, which can greatly deter the opponent's dense formation.

In the Battle of Zorndorf in 1758, the Prussian artillery battalion killed 42 Russian soldiers with a solid bullet.

Faced with the sudden artillery attack, the US military did not react like a headless fly. On the contrary, these people showed amazing reaction speed, and the officers immediately asked the soldiers to reorganize and prepare to attack the Austrian side.

You must know that these advance troops of the US military are strong men who can cross mountains and rivers and cross countless death zones in the absence of supplies.

But the Austrian side has long been accustomed to such people, and they are very experienced. The artillery fire was accurately concentrated on the positions of those US officers and soldiers who tried to counterattack.

No matter how brave a human being is, he is still a flesh and blood body. A solid bullet hit an American officer's head, and the head immediately exploded like a watermelon, and his adjutant and an unlucky private were all sent to the west.

For a moment, red, yellow, white, and black juices and powders were scattered everywhere. When the soldiers saw the officer's tragic death, their last courage also dissipated and they immediately turned around and ran away.

Among the four American regiments, one of the soldiers began to flee, and soon it was like a flood bursting through the dam. All the soldiers were running away, and the officers couldn't stop them.

The snipers and hunters on the Austrian side were not like they were on the European continent. They specifically attacked the other side's senior officers.

Those American officers also found that they were the targets of the Austrians, and they couldn't help but curse in their hearts, "Europeans are not authentic."

An army retreated on the plain, and the other side still had a large number of cavalry. There was nothing more miserable than this.

The American soldiers were running around like frightened rabbits, while the Austrian soldiers were chasing them from behind. At this time, the Indian cavalry, who had been waiting for a long time, rushed towards the defeated soldiers happily.

"Roar, roar, roar!" The Indians on horseback screamed and clapped their hands, just like a group of Tarzan.

This is in line with people's stereotypes of these indigenous peoples of the American continent. In fact, these Indians also feel very happy, which undoubtedly stimulates the hunting genes in their bodies.

(In fact, this is what Franz asked, after all, this can put the greatest pressure on people.)

However, it is not good news for the fleeing American soldiers. For a while, the flying ropes with stones tied on both sides and the ropes for cattle were flying all over the sky.

These Indians have very good skills. The flying ropes can subdue the fleeing soldiers immediately by hitting their legs. Those who are tied up by the ropes are fine. If they are unfortunately tied up by the neck, whether they can survive depends on God's will.

Of course, these Indians would not deliberately kill people. After all, they needed these white slaves, and then sent them to the mining area to mine, which would not only get the expected rewards of money and food, but also the most important "good citizen certificate".

The battle ended quickly. Of the four thousand American soldiers, about six hundred were killed directly in the battle, and there were seven or eight hundred wounded soldiers. The remaining two thousand people were strung together by the neck, just like the black slaves in the sixteenth century and driven to the mining area by the Indians.

The dead will be buried on the spot, and the wounded will be handed over to the indigenous people for treatment. As for the weapons and spoils, the Austrian army will distribute them reasonably, and the rest will be taken back to the city.

Some captured American officers protested, but the Austrian officers did not respond.

"I speak German, damn you Austrian pig! I want to see your superiors, and I demand fair and reasonable treatment!" Colonel Albert roared.

This attitude of the American prisoners of war frightened the Indian chiefs on the side. The high-pressure rule of Austria made them dare not have the slightest negligence.

The chief immediately covered the prisoner's mouth, then whipped out his horse whip and gave him a warning, and finally said it twice in very stiff English and German.

"You are a slave of our tribe. You are not qualified to negotiate treatment or conditions. If you dare to talk to the adults in this way again, I will cut off your tongue and let you eat it."

Colonel Albert glared at the red-skinned Indian, but when he saw the belt made of human skulls, he chose to shut his mouth.

Soon the Austrians parted ways with the Indians. Colonel Dardo saw the opportunity and immediately said to the chief beside him.

"Let us go, and we will find a reservation for your tribe in the United States. Or return the guns to us, and we will sneak attack the Austrian city at night, and then you can have whatever you want! How about it?"

Faced with the temptation of this white man, the Indian warriors on the side laughed disdainfully. The chief on horseback did not answer, but just took a puff of the hookah in his hand.

Seeing that the other party did not move, Colonel Dardo felt that the price he offered was not enough, so he gritted his teeth and continued.

"As long as you let us go, we can satisfy you with cigarettes, alcohol, weapons, bullets, whatever you want."

This time, the chief glanced at the talkative prisoner, and turned back to smoke his hookah.

Colonel Dardo had originally shown a big smile, but it froze on his face at this moment. He changed his mind and said viciously again.

"We are Americans! Did you know that America is the largest country in the world? Austria is about the size of one of our states, and now the United States has 27 states! If you don't let us go, you will all die!"

This time the chief finally stopped his horse, looked at the prisoners in front of him, and then took off his feather crown to reveal his scalp.

"I once believed in you and wanted to be an American citizen, and then you cut off my scalp.

But I didn't die. Now you can choose to work for me. As long as you can dig enough gold sand, I can satisfy you with whatever you want to eat, drink, even women and opium.

You can choose to believe me, or have your scalp cut off and hang on that cliff."