America 1881: Legend of the West

The Spaniards on the front did not realize at first that their flanks were being attacked.

They were busy dragging people from the ruins of the fortress behind them and suppressing the American troops in the pineapple fields.

The American artillery, which was unable to raise its head after being beaten, extinguished its fire on the top of the mountain, regrouped, and fired another fierce bombardment at the Spanish artillery position on the top of the mountain.

Their accuracy is average, but their power is still there.

Another large section of the fortress's rock wall was blown down.

However, the Spanish's four heavy machine guns were still clicking.

Miles's 2nd Brigade was now suffering heavy casualties.

Edwin's 17th Infantry Regiment had been beaten to pieces, leaving a pile of corpses in the open space behind the barbed wire fence.

"Sir, General Lawton asked us to withdraw to repair and give up the attack position to the First Infantry Regiment."

A soldier crawled almost on his stomach from under the leaves of the pineapple patch to Edwin's side.

Edwin was also lying on the ground at this time, observing the movement ahead through the gaps in the leaves, and from time to time he raised his gun and fired a shot in the direction of the top of the mountain.

His eyes wandered ahead, switching between the enemy who appeared from time to time on the top of the mountain and his own soldiers who were constantly shot and fell.

The battlefield was full of gunshots, screams, groans, and groans.

"Where are my soldiers? Where are my soldiers? Gather and charge again!" He roared, his eyes red.

Seeing that his commander did not hear him, the soldier stepped forward and pulled Edwin's shoulder, repeating what he had just said.

"What did you say? I can't hear you!" Edwin's ears were ringing a little now.

He turned his head only to see the soldier's mouth opening and closing, and shouted at the top of his lungs.

When the soldier saw his commander's bloodshot eyes, he was immediately frightened and his words became stammering:

"I, I mean, the general told us to withdraw!"

"Let us what?"

"Let us withdraw!" The soldier also used his loudest voice.

"Let him go to hell! Retreat? I have so many people dead and you want me to withdraw?" Edwin was already red-eyed.

He doesn't care about Lawton's orders.

At this time, he was just a commander who was thinking about revenge for his soldiers, and he couldn't stay calm.

Edwin ignored his soldiers and suddenly found a black soldier lying in front of him with his head in his hands.

The black man buried his face on the ground like an ostrich, his limbs trembling slightly.

My soldiers are working hard out front, but you niggas are still hiding here?

Edwin was suddenly furious.

He pulled the gun and pressed the barrel against the waist of the black man in front.

"Fuck! Stand up! Fuck! Charge!" Edwin yelled.

The black soldier originally wanted to pretend to be dead, but Edwin directly pulled the bolt of the gun and loaded the bullet.

The black man clasped his hands behind his head, turned his head, and looked at Edwin behind him with fear on his face.

He thought that this man was not his commander, so why did he have to hold on to him?

"Pick up the gun! Charge forward!" Edwin glared at him.

"Yes, he will die! Sir!" the black man said timidly.

Although Edwin couldn't quite hear what the black man was saying, he basically understood and continued to yell:

"If you don't rush forward, I'll shoot you right now!"

The black man had no choice but to pick up the gun on the ground beside him and move forward slowly, almost on his knees.

Edwin followed closely behind him.

Along the way, he also caught several soldiers lying on the ground.

In addition to the black regiment, there are also some of his own subordinates.

I am afraid that the Spaniards on the top of the mountain would not have thought that this pineapple field could be so "hidden and crouching tigers".

The gang was soon cornered to the edge of the pineapple field.

They all stopped, not daring to take another step forward.

Ahead is the death zone, where many corpses lie.

"Charge? What are you waiting for?" Edwin's temper was very irritable at this time, like a grenade that could explode at any time. "Charge to the blind spot of the machine gun on the other side, and we can defeat the other side!"

He put his gun directly to the black soldier's head.

"You go first, I'll follow you! Don't let me say it a second time!" Edwin's voice was filled with murderous intent.

The black soldier took a deep breath.

He closed his eyes and rushed out of the pineapple field.

Now he can only pray to God, the Holy Mother, and Jesus to protect him from being hit by bullets and not letting him die in this strange foreign country.

Although, hope seems slim.

Because the many corpses on the ground proved this, if you didn't take two steps, you would be beaten into a sieve.

Black people dare not open their eyes.

He didn't know when he would be shot, or when he would die.

One step, two steps, three steps.

However, a miracle seems to have happened!

The black man was not shot, and not even the sound of the machine gun from the top of the hill rang out again!

"Sir, look!" The soldier next to Edwin suddenly patted his commander on the shoulder and pointed to the position on the top of the mountain.

The four machine guns went silent almost at the same time, and even the direction of the muzzles became incorrect.

Almost everyone was stunned.

They watched the black man at the front running happily forward with his legs spread, until he tripped over a corpse and fell to the ground.

What happened up there?

"Why are you still standing there? Go ahead!"

Edwin reacted the fastest.

The commander rushed out of the pineapple field with a gun in hand.

But he wasn't the only one to react, or even the first.

Next to him, the black commander Yoang had already rushed out.

The old man has too much battlefield experience.

He knows when to rush and when to hide.

No matter what happened to him, the direct firepower above was muted. If he didn't charge now, when would he wait?

A group of people swarmed towards the position on the top of the mountain.

But when they rushed forward and jumped into the trench, they were stunned by the scene in front of them.

Spaniard corpses lay scattered in the ditch.

A group of yellow-skinned Chinese soldiers holding shotguns and automatic rifles were firing at the guys who were still moving on the ground.

The fire was so intense that it made them tremble.

Edwin subconsciously looked at them and his military uniform.

Fortunately, although the styles are different, the emblems are the same, and they are all US military.

A Chinese officer with a suona on his waist walked up to him.

He carried a BAR on his shoulder, with a calm expression, and spoke to him in English with a strong southwestern frontier accent:

"We are the 2nd Cavalry Support Brigade of the US Army. I am the commander of this commando team. My name is Xu Ajiu. We have cleared this blocking position of enemies."

Edwin was stunned, not knowing whether to give the other person a hug or to be jealous.