America 1881: Legend of the West

"Mr. Chen! They ran away! Should we chase them?"

He Jianshun rushed to Chen Jianqiu's side, rubbing his hands excitedly.

"Chase, why not chase?" Chen Jianqiu said while arranging his gun, "But master the rhythm, like mosquitoes biting prey, like wolves driving sheep, don't be fooled."

"okay!"

He Jianshun was about to go back to deliver the order, but after taking a few steps, he suddenly remembered something and turned around to ask.

"Mr. Chen, what should I do with these trophies?"

"Someone will pick it up. Let's just chase it and beat it." Chen Jianqiu said.

There is a saying that goes well, don't chase poor bandits, but although these Spaniards fled, they obviously still had a way out, and they were not considered poor bandits.

They were focused on returning to the city of Santiago.

There was a well-arranged defense line by the Spanish, and the San Juan Mountain outside the city was the top priority of the defense line.

Once they get there, they're safe.

But the four- to five-hour journey seemed too long for them.

He Jianshun and Chen Jianqiu followed them slowly with less than a hundred Chinese soldiers.

But as soon as they paused for a moment, gunfire rang out from behind.

The marksmanship of the soldiers of the rebel army may be ordinary, but the marksmanship of Long Xiang group and Chen Jianqiu is accurate.

From time to time someone would be shot and fall to the ground while running.

Without the officers, no one could tell how many pursuers were behind them. It was impossible to organize resistance on the spot, and everyone wanted to escape.

It doesn't matter whether you can outrun those Chinese, as long as you can run faster than your comrades.

Some Spanish soldiers even felt that the guns they were carrying were cumbersome and simply threw them away and ran away.

Not to mention the baggage, it fell directly to the ground.

Chen Jianqiu told He Jianshun and the soldiers not to worry about those things and just continue to bite the front and be done with it.

Not because he doesn't care about the loot, but because someone else will pick it up for them.

While they were fighting fiercely with the Spaniards, Lai Hua and Luo Xiangrong's troops were firing new guns not far from them.

Lai Hua did not follow Chen Jianqiu's instructions and go to the foot of the mountain to find a place to hide.

His team was not far from Chen Jianqiu's position, and he sent scouts to observe the situation here.

Once something goes wrong here, such as Chen Jianqiu playing tricks or they encounter an enemy and the battle situation is not going well, they can rush over immediately.

The scout quickly conveyed the news:

Fighting broke out over the river valley. Chen Jianqiu and He Jianshun's 100 men encountered about 400 to 500 Spanish soldiers. The specific situation of the battle is unknown.

When Lai Hua heard this, he became extremely anxious.

This young man is still too trusting.

He knew only too well how much fighting power his soldiers had.

Although these people are already considered the elite of his team, they will not have much advantage in meeting the well-equipped Spanish warriors head-on.

What's more, they formed a temporary team with the soldiers brought by Chen Jianqiu, and there was no tacit understanding!

What's more, the number of people is still a disadvantage!

"Luo Xiangrong! Quick, everyone, grab your weapons, march quickly, and go to the river valley to support!"

He stood up, picked up the bolt-action rifle he had just obtained, and shouted to Luo Xiangrong who was firing the gun.

Luo Xiangrong was stunned.

"But, we don't know how to use the new guns yet!" He glanced at the soldiers around him who were studying the new guns.

"I can't control that much anymore!"

Lai Hua had already taken the lead and walked quickly forward.

He didn't even look back, and his hair looked increasingly pale under the sunlight.

"If you can use it, use it. If you can't, use the original gun!"

"Everyone! March quickly!" Luo Xiangrong also shouldered his gun and shouted at the soldiers behind him.

The soldiers received the order and trotted after him without saying a word.

Santos watched the Chinese soldiers passing in front of him one after another, and then glanced at the mostly empty carriage behind him, feeling a little confused.

"Lai, Captain Lai! What should we do?"

he shouted to the front of the line.

"Let's go first. You guys can follow slowly from behind." Luo Xiangrong turned his head and waved at him.

Lai Hua and Luo Xiangrong led the soldiers to the mouth of the river valley as quickly as possible.

However, the expected gunfire did not come.

"They won't finish the fight, right?" This was Luo Xiangrong's first reaction.

"What do you think that is?" A soldier suddenly pointed at the river and shouted.

Everyone looked and saw a body floating down from upstream.

However, judging from their attire, they were all Spanish soldiers, and none of them were Chinese.

"It seems like things are not that bad!" Luo Xiangrong beamed.

But Lai Hua, who has experienced many battles, did not take it lightly.

He took off the rifle he was carrying, loaded the bullet as Santos said before, and held it in his hand.

"It's possible that the Spaniards did it on purpose. We'd better be careful."

Everyone walked upstream along the river bank, and not long after, they arrived at the scene of the battle.

They saw from a distance several familiar figures walking up and down the river.

"Huang Dakuan, what's going on?" Lai Hua rushed to one of them with a gun.

"Oh, report Captain, we are cleaning the battlefield."

Huang Dakuan didn't seem surprised by Lai Hua's arrival.

He turned around and wanted to salute the officer, but found that his accustomed right arm was injured and could not lift it, so he had to switch to his left hand.

Lai Hua glanced at the battlefield.

The corpses of Spanish soldiers were lying on the ground in different shapes; guns were scattered on the ground, and Huang Dakuan and several lightly injured Chinese soldiers were collecting these guns and ammunition, and incidentally shot the corpses on the ground.

Wait until those corpses are no longer dead and then take out the useful things from these people.

"We won." Huang Dakuan said with a relaxed expression.

He pointed to a few Chinese soldiers sitting or lying at the foot of the hillside not far away: "Four of us died and about ten were injured. Mr. Chen asked us to wait for you here and said that you would help pick up the equipment. "

"How did he know we were coming?" Lai Hua's mood was not relaxed because of his victory. His eyebrows were twisted into knots and he asked eagerly, "Where is he and He Jianshun?"

"Oh, they chased after him." Huang Dakuan replied.

"Leave some people to clean up the battlefield, and the others will continue chasing after me. We are not afraid of ten thousand, but just in case. If we advance too aggressively, we may be ambushed by the Spaniards!" Lai Hua said to Luo Xiangrong.

At this moment, Santos and Diaz arrived belatedly in a carriage convoy.

"Ah! Mr. Santos! Mr. Diaz!" Huang Dakuan recognized the two people and waved to them.

At this time, the two men were looking at the corpses on the ground in confusion.

"Mr. Chen asked me to bring you a message, asking you to help load the guns and other loot into the carriage."