Chapter 117: Sorry! Colonel! (5th Update!)

Sherman fled back to the camp with the remaining 40-odd cavalrymen.

Rather than calling it a camp, their camp was more like a bunch of tents arranged in an orderly manner, with a fence around them.

The biggest function of these fences, which could be smashed open with a rifle butt with a little effort, was to bring a little self-deceiving psychological comfort to the soldiers in the camp.

They landed at 4 o'clock this afternoon, and there was not enough time to collect materials and build a camp.

As soon as he entered the camp, Sherman heard a burst of gunfire like frying beans behind him. The enemy's loading speed was very fast, at least not slower than his soldiers.

From this point alone, Sherman could judge that these enemies who came to attack were not untrained militiamen, nor were they a mob, but professional soldiers who were as well-trained as them.

It was impossible for a mob to maintain such a fast loading speed when fighting.

Thinking that he was surrounded by more than a regiment of soldiers, Sherman, who was killing people like crazy, trembled a little.

He and his soldiers quickly looked for horses. They didn't care who the horses belonged to. They just rode on them.

Even the pack horses pulling the baggage were untied and ridden.

And the purpose of their riding was not to prepare for battle, but to retreat more conveniently.

To put it more bluntly, it was to escape.

The dense gunfire woke Colonel Mason and his soldiers from their sleep.

The soldiers picked up the guns beside them and quickly formed a team to prepare for battle under the orders of the sergeants.

Colonel Mason expected Liang Yao to attack tonight, so he specially strengthened his vigilance so that he could react as quickly as possible when attacked.

But Mason didn't expect Liang Yao to send so many people to attack.

Hearing the gunshots, the other side had at least one infantry regiment.

Liang Yao's California Infantry Regiment was out in full force?

He had already lost half of his company at sea during the day. He didn't know what the company on guard was like at the moment. If the company on guard had problems again, he would only have three companies of soldiers to use.

Mason looked around. His camp was set up on a relatively open platform. There were no other shelters around except for more than 30 baggage wagons.

The three infantry companies quickly lined up as a company and began to fight back against the enemy in the dark under the orders of the company commanders.

It was a dark and windy night. These panicked soldiers couldn't see where the enemy was. They could only shoot at the place where the gunfire came from and prayed that they could hit the enemy.

Soon, the enemy gave them a more fierce counterattack, and bullets rained down on their ranks.

Almost every rank had five or six unlucky people who were shot and fell to the ground. This was only the enemy's first round of shooting.

Mason's black servants ran to Mason with tears in their eyes. In the dark night, Colonel Mason could only see the eyes and white teeth of the black servants.

"Sir, your horse has been robbed! Those damn guys! How dare they rob your horse!"

Although in an extremely tense environment, the black servants' voices were still full of rhythm.

"Where is Sherman? Where is Sherman?!"

Mason didn't care that his horse was ridden away. He looked around and didn't see a company of soldiers. Mason frowned and grabbed a major named Oliver to ask where Sherman was now.

"Captain Sherman, who was in charge of the alert, suffered heavy casualties, and Captain Sherman is missing!"

The major said indignantly. He guessed that Sherman must have escaped first.

Sherman, this guy, usually calls me a brother, but he didn't take me with him when he ran away at the critical moment.

"Sherman, this deserter!"

Colonel Mason gritted his teeth and said that he hated deserters the most in his life.

But he couldn't care about Sherman now, he still had to command his army to fight back.

"Colonel!"

Sherman was riding a horse, holding the reins of another horse in his hand.

"Colonel! Get on the horse! There are too many enemies! We can't stop the enemy with our limited force!"

The major guessed correctly that Sherman wanted to escape, but before escaping, Sherman decided to take Colonel Mason with him.

Colonel Mason was the highest commander here, and as long as he took Colonel Mason with him, Sherman would not be considered a deserter.

Of course, Colonel Mason's kindness to Sherman was also the reason why Sherman decided to come back and take Colonel Mason with him.

While they were talking, the other side fired another round at them. After the gunshot, the screams of the soldiers who were shot and fell to the ground reached Sherman's ears.

Sherman knew that the three companies of infantry would soon be unable to hold on, and he had to hurry up.

"Sherman! Are you going to be a deserter?!" Mason scolded Sherman harshly, "I now order you to gather all the soldiers you can to stand by me!"

Sherman refused to execute Colonel Mason's order for the first time.

This made Mason very angry, and Mason pulled out the pistol from his waist: "Sherman! If you dare to be a deserter, I will shoot you!"

"Oliver! Do you want to die here?!"

Sherman raised his hands and winked at Major Oliver next to Colonel Mason.

Smart Oliver understood.

"I'm sorry! Colonel! I hope you can forgive me! I am also thinking about your safety!"

The desire to survive overcame Oliver's awe of Colonel Mason. Oliver mustered up the courage to take down his superior's gun, and then pushed Colonel Mason onto the warhorse. Of course, he also rode on the horse and rode on the same warhorse with Colonel Mason.

"Sherman! Oliver! You two bastards! Do you know what you are doing now?"

Colonel Mason roared angrily.

"Put me down, you cowards! Deserters! I will fight the enemy to the death!"

Sherman and Oliver ignored Mason. They quickly disappeared into the twilight under the cover of more than 20 cavalrymen.

The desperate voices of Mason's black servants came from behind them.

"Gentlemen! Gentlemen! Please take us with you!"

But no one paid attention to these black servants. They couldn't take care of themselves, so how could they care about the lives of these black servants.

After Colonel Mason left, the morale of the three infantry companies that had been struggling to support themselves with the last bit of faith finally collapsed.

Their casualties have exceeded one-fifth, and the supreme commander has disappeared at this time.

The supreme commander has disappeared, and the three captains have no intention of staying to continue commanding the army. They also want to survive.

Colonel Mason has abandoned them and fled, and they have lost the reason to stay and continue fighting.

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