Chapter 256: Indians Have Artillery? (4k)

"They have run out of bullets in their guns! Charge! Send them to Satan with your guns and bayonets!"

Seeing the first round of shooting by the "Indians" ended, Bernat waved his Colt six-shot revolver and ordered.

According to his understanding, after the first round of shooting, the other side needs at least more than 30 seconds, or even longer, to reload.

Especially these cowardly "Indians" are hiding behind wood and stone bunkers like turtles, and the reloading time will only become longer.

Now it's their turn to fight back!

"Raise your guns! Shoot!"

Sanders organized the seventy or eighty white bandits around him, pointed the rifles they had just loaded at those damn "Indians", and pulled the trigger.

A fairly neat volley of gunfire sounded, and a cloud of choking gunpowder rose in front of the formation, which was so spicy that Sanders even shed tears.

After Sanders, Bateman also commanded the bandits around him to line up in a fairly neat queue and fire a fairly neat volley at the "Indians" behind the bunker.

However, these two rounds of volleys had little effect, and the bullets they fired could hardly hit the "Indians" hiding behind the bunker.

"Fuck! Go! Stab their hearts with bayonets! Kill them!" Bernat roared.

As soon as Bernat finished speaking, the soldiers of the five companies of the California Infantry Regiment launched a violent counterattack against them. These crazy white bandits fell down in pieces like wheat harvested in the autumn wheat fields.

However, for these evil white bandits, their nightmare has just begun.

In their astonished eyes, those "Indians" they looked down on actually lay behind the bunker, and it took only ten seconds, or perhaps less than ten seconds, to complete the reloading and fired a second round at them!

Every time a gun was fired, someone in their team fell down.

"This new gun is really good!"

Deng Yan couldn't help but praise it.

The two rounds of volleys fired by the white bandits caused almost no casualties to the California Infantry Regiment soldiers hiding behind the bunkers.

The white people charged at them, exposing their entire bodies to their guns.

As long as there were a few more rounds of shooting, the team of these white bandits would be broken.

This is the all-round crushing of the enemy caused by the weapons leading by one generation!

Whether it is the rate of fire or accuracy, the various muzzle-loading smoothbore rifles used by the white bandits are qualitatively different from the Delais needle guns they used.

Deng Yan was not surprised at all that the battle went so smoothly.

When he was refitted and trained in Sacramento, he had seen the power of this gun, and the original tactics were also ineffective in front of this new gun that did not follow the moral principles of war.

Rifling and breech loading ensure the accuracy and rate of fire of the Delais needle gun. The soldiers of the California Infantry Regiment no longer had to line up and shoot like they used muzzle-loading guns before.

More advanced weapons and equipment allow them to adopt more flexible tactics to defeat the enemy, such as lying on the ground in a scattered manner like now, hiding behind wooden and stone shelters, forming a dense firepower network to fight back against the enemies charging towards them.

"Free fire!"

Deng Yan gave the order to free fire.

The military musicians following Deng Yan played military music and conveyed Deng Yan's order to the soldiers in the camp.

The sudden sound of military music made Bernat tremble all over. This was the military music played by the drums and bugles of the US Army!

This is the American army!

Yellow skin, American army, Bernat quickly guessed the identity of the other party.

Who else could it be except Liang Yao's California Infantry Regiment?

Although Bernat was ruthless, he still knew his own weight.

These rabble of his could only bully the Indians, and they were naturally no match for the well-trained and well-equipped tough guys like California.

Half of Colonel Mason's infantry regiment, which was once known as the elite of the American Army, was defeated by the California Infantry Regiment.

These people under Burnett were simply courting death by confronting the California Infantry Regiment head-on!

"Retreat! Retreat!"

Seeing this, Burnett decisively issued an order to retreat.

Retreat is his only way to survive now, and it is also the only choice for him and his bandits.

"Damn yellow monkey, you actually colluded with the Indians and dared to shoot at the noble white people! When I get to Portland, I will write a letter to the Democratic Party representative in Washington and complain to the War Department about you! Liang Yao! You just wait to be sued by the court and go to jail!"

Looking at the corpses all over the ground, Burnett cursed fiercely.

But he could do nothing except curse to vent his emotions.

In this charge, his team suffered at least 70 to 80 casualties, and morale was on the verge of collapse, which can be said to be a heavy loss.

This team took him several years to build in Oregon, and Bernat felt very distressed by the heavy losses.

Even if he broke out, it would be difficult for him to organize an armed force of the same size in a short period of time.

Bernat thought that Liang Yao would provide weapons to the Indians, but he did not expect Liang Yao to be so bold as to directly send the California Infantry Regiment to help the Indians.

The crime of massacring white people was enough to make Liang Yao doomed, and there was no possibility of turning over in this life.

Washington would never sit idly by and watch the massacre of white people.

Just as Bernat gathered his team and prepared to leave here, go to the mooring place, and take a boat back to Portland along the Columbia.

A burst of fierce artillery sound made Bernat's heart chill.

Even the artillery was brought. It seemed that this was a conspiracy that Liang Yao had planned for a long time. Today, Bernat seemed to be in danger.

"The Indian artillery fired! Boss, what should we do?"

Sanders, who was in a mess, stumbled to Bernat. The sudden artillery sound scared him to death and he didn't know what to do.

Sanders, who was covered in mud and blood, and covered with green leaves and weeds, had long lost his arrogance before the war, and was replaced by a helpless look.

"Have you ever seen Indians with artillery? These are not Indians! They are Chinese! They are Chinese soldiers from the California Infantry Regiment!"

Bernat kicked Sanders hard. If Sanders and others had not instigated him to come here to rob Indians' skins, he would not have fallen to this point today.

The rain of shells fell among these white bandits, making these white bandits who usually committed many evil things cry for their parents.

The fear brought to them by the cannons was far greater than that brought by the rifles, and the team with low morale soon collapsed.

The frightened white bandits fled, running along the river bank towards their mooring place, trying to escape from this hell.

Deng Yan had long expected that these bastards would run away. In addition to the five infantry companies that lured the enemy head-on and the one infantry company that was sent to seize the boats to cut off the retreat, the remaining four companies had already ambushed on the flanks and behind these white bandits, surrounding this group of white people tightly.

Liang Yao gave him a death order to annihilate the enemy. Deng Yan knew what the consequences would be if he let a white man escape, so he did not dare to be careless.

After the artillery stopped, Deng Yan put away his telescope, drew out his command knife and ordered to line up to encircle and annihilate the enemy.

"Get up! Line up! Encircle and annihilate the enemy!"

The five infantry companies in the camp stood up from the bunkers in unison and quickly formed a team.

After the formation was completed, under the command of the company commanders, they shot at the defeated whites while holding their bayonets and approaching the terrified whites.

The remaining hundreds of remnants of Bernat had already been scared to death at this time, and there was no thought of resistance.

Facing the encirclement of nine infantry companies of the California Infantry Regiment and four or five hundred Indians, they could not break through even if they could fight ten with one.

What's more, outside the encirclement, there were cavalry companies of the artillery company waiting in full battle array.

In this battle, except for the engineer company that had just been formed, all the other troops of the California Infantry Regiment were put into the battle.

Deng Yan had an absolute advantage in the number of troops, quality and equipment.

There were also a few stubborn elements who held unrealistic fantasies and resisted stubbornly, trying to break out of the siege.

Soon, the bullets and arrows thrown by the Indians made them realize the reality: surrounded by enemies more than ten times their number, they had no chance of successfully breaking out, not even one in ten thousand.

For the first time in their lives, they felt despair, and felt the despair and helplessness of those Indians who died under their butcher knives.

"We surrender! We surrender!"

Sanders quickly gave up resistance, threw the gun in his hand to the ground, and raised his hands high.

With Sanders taking the lead, soon, the white people in the encirclement put down their weapons one after another and raised their hands to surrender.

"You useless guy!"

Bernat angrily scolded Sanders.

Soon, he also tactfully dropped his weapon and raised his hands.

A good man will not suffer a loss in front of him. If he resists now, he will soon die. Surrendering can at least keep him alive for a while, and maybe there is still a chance of survival. Bernat still knows which is more important.

He is the representative of the Democratic Party in Oregon. He does not believe that Liang Yao would be so bold as to kill the representatives of the Democratic Party in Oregon.

"Lieutenant Colonel Deng, it is you."

Although Deng Yan was wearing an Indian bearskin coat and a feather ornament on his head, Bernat had seen Deng Yan several times in Sacramento and recognized the lieutenant colonel of the California Infantry Regiment.

Deng Yan signaled his men to collect the weapons of these white people and tie them all up tightly. Don't let them run away. If one of them runs away, they will be punished by military law.

After explaining all this, Deng Yan turned his head and looked at Bernat.

"Bernat, I heard that you scalped my nephew."

Deng Yan smiled and said to the unfriendly white man in front of him.

Burnett knew Deng Yan, and Deng Yan also knew Burnett.

At first, Burnett wanted to develop California into a Democratic stronghold to increase his influence within the Democratic Party.

Only after realizing that California was dominated by the Civic Party and that the Democratic Party had not developed California into its stronghold did Burnett return to the Oregon region.

Deng Yan also met Burnett several times when Burnett gave speeches in Sacramento and San Francisco.

The Chinese controlled the economic lifeline of California and the only regular army in California. It would be a miracle if Burnett's white supremacist views could find a market in California.

Even if a small number of white people agree with Burnett's views, no one in California, where Liang Yao is in power, dares to publicly stand up for Burnett.

Burnett's failure in California was inevitable.

"That's just a joke." Bernat said with a shy smile. At this time, he didn't care about dignity or dignity. He just wanted to survive.

"Is Colonel Liang here too? I think there must be some misunderstanding between us. If Colonel Liang is here, I would like to personally apologize to Colonel Liang and eliminate the misunderstanding between us."

"You will see Colonel Liang." Deng Yan looked at Bernat with disgust, pointed at Bernat and said to Wang Shu.

"This guy is the bandit leader. Tie me up tighter. The colonel has an order. This guy will live and die and see his corpse."

"Okay!"

Wang Shu was ordered to tie Bernat tightly, like a rice dumpling.

"Hey, hey, it's too tight. Please loosen the rope a little. It's so tight that I can't move my limbs!"

While Bernat struggled, he begged Deng Yan to give him some rope.

"The tiger must be tied tightly, otherwise the tiger will bite people." Deng Yan looked at Bernat who was tightly tied up by Wang Shu and was very satisfied.

"I'm not a tiger," Burnett argued.

"It's true. You're worse than a beast, so you need to be tied up tighter." Deng Yan said.

"Okay."

Wang Shu tightened the rope tied to Bernat's body.

"Little chief, what are you going to do with these weapons?" A leader of the Indian tribe asked Deng Yan what they were going to do with these captured weapons.

The California Infantry Regiment, all equipped with Dresser striker guns, certainly looked down upon the scraps and scraps equipped by Bernat and others.

These outdated weapons and equipment were just a pile of junk in the eyes of Deng Yan and others, but they were great treasures in the eyes of these Indians.

They were very eager to obtain a batch of muskets to protect their people.

"Let the leaders of the various tribes participating in the war divide these equipment among themselves." Deng Yan glanced at the captured equipment and said.

Most of the equipment seized were old front-loading muskets, with various models, including those made in the United States, Britain, and France.

Deng Yan was not interested in the equipment. Before setting off, Liang Yao also told him that if the captured weapons were old and outdated, they would be distributed directly to the Indians. The California Infantry had no need for these weapons.

After using the Dresser striker gun, Deng Yan couldn't even look down on the rifled version of the Springfield M1842, which was regarded as a treasure by other American Army infantry regiments, let alone these rubbish.

Among the many individual light weapons, the Walter 1852 rifle, which has just been put into production at the Sacramento Arsenal, is worth looking forward to.

"Thank you little chief!"

The Indian leader thanked Deng Yan, and then happily divided the captured muskets with his companions.