1855 United States Tycoon

The resistance of the Indians was destroyed in the first place. In the face of modern war machines, their proud bravery was useless. With just a few shells, the log-built wall was knocked down. After interrupting the thick logs, the solid shells slammed into the village directly, hit the ground, and flew forward, blocking everything in front of it—the Indian warrior hiding behind the wall. The thatched sheds of the Indians, the old men, women, and children in the thatched sheds were all broken into blood-red pieces.

After smashing the gate and the wall with a few solid rounds, the militiamen of Illinois began to raise their muzzles and replaced them with grenade shells. At this time, there was movement on the Indian side.

Probably I felt that being so stupidly bombarded would not be able to guard the village, so some Indian warriors began to ride on their horses, brandishing tomahawks or other weapons, and rushing towards the militia's queue.

The two Napoleons had already replaced the grenade shells. The commander observed the distance, adjusted the angle of the artillery a little, and gave the command to fire.

The Napoleon cannon spit out a puff of white smoke, and at the same time it withdrew several meters back. A few artillerymen did not have time to observe the results of the shooting, so they rushed forward and pushed the gun wheels to reset them. More soldiers rushed to prepare to clear the cannon, and then filled the new drug bag.

Compared with modern artillery, the artillery shells fired by the eighteenth century smoothbore guns fly very slowly, and the shells can be seen with the naked eye. Anion saw the two small black dots shot by the two cannons slowly flying towards the Indians...

The shrapnel is actually a tin box filled with iron balls. When the shell flies for a certain distance, the iron box will be exploded, and then the iron beads inside will cover a large area like raindrops, and all exposed targets in this area will be beaten into a honeycomb.

Not long after dozens of Indian cavalry rushed out of the wall, they were hit by two grenade shells head-on. Numerous iron beads smashed down like raindrops, stirring up a piece of dust on the ground. The Indians covered by the iron beads of the grenade shells, together with their war horses, were knocked to the ground like wheat in a big hail.

Seeing that the Indian cavalry who rushed out could not even get close to the rifle range, they were destroyed by artillery fire, and Anion's mouth showed a coldly smile. He continued to observe the movement of the Indians and saw that no one rushed out again, so he ordered: "Blam up the village with grenade bombs."

The buildings in the Indian villages are all wooden shelves and thatch. These things can't stop the iron beads smashed by the shrapnel. These iron beads can easily penetrate the thatch and kill the women and children hiding inside. After a few rounds of shooting, Anion saw the remaining Indians, led by a man wearing a large feather headdress, brandishing various weapons, and rushing out.

"These Indians are not particularly stupid." Anion laughed when he watched the Indians spread out. "This can indeed reduce the losses under the shelling, but what is the use of such stubborn resistance? "He turned his head, looked at the own soldiers, and gave the order: "Raise the gun and aim!"

Goshawk failed to bring his fighters to the enemy's front, and the enemy's artillery did not fire at them. Those damn cannons continued to fire at the village. But from a distance of four hundred meters from the enemy, they were constantly fired by enemy rifles. The white people's rifles have strong lethality and accuracy at such a distance, and their rifles must be rushed to a distance of thirty to forty meters to have sufficient accuracy. And the distance of more than three hundred meters is too big, and no Indian can surpass such a distance. They were all so brave and brave, but until the last soldier fell full of blood, none of them could launch any meaningful attack on those white skins.

"Enter the village!" Anion ordered.

The militiamen fitted own rifles with bayonets, and they shielded each other from the gap in the collapsed wall and entered the village. Most of the thatched houses in the village were knocked down by artillery shells, and the bodies of the Indians fell to the ground. Most of these people were hit by shrapnel. There are others who have been injured but have not died, all staring at the white people who walked in with fear and hatred.

"Kill all the people! Then peel off their scalps and take them back to count!"

"Mr. Bond, is there evidence of Stephen bribing public servants and members of Congress?" Scrooge asked.

"Mr. MacDonald, we have recorded the private contact between Stephen and his agents, representatives of the federal government in the railway company, and several members of Congress. However, we did not get the direct evidence. Mr. MacDonald. , You know, such a thing, unless we use special means, we can't get it. And with such a means, we are worried about whether we will be surprised." Bond explained.

"Can the situation we have now constitute a chain of reasoning?" Scrooge asked.

"This is not a problem," Bond replied.

"Isn't that enough?" Scrooge said. "Is there any reliable evidence needed to spread the rumors? Well, that survivor is like this?"

"I have been rescued and now recovering." Bond replied.

"Does he have a way to prove his identity? Does he recognize the guys who worked on them?"

"He carries the contract he signed with Union Pacific Railroad. He has no problem with his intelligence, so he can recognize those people, Mr. MacDonald. We put portraits of Stephen’s guards. Recognize them one by one, and he can clearly point out the two people who acted on him and his friends, and he can also recognize the person leading the team."

"Very good, protect him, it's useful when it's critical." Scrooge said, "In addition, your next step..."

Henry Redmond, the director of the New York Times, just sat down at own desk when someone rushed to knock on the door.

"Come in!" Henry Redmond said.

The door opened, and editor Rodriguez rushed in, "Mr. Redmond, someone sent us such a piece of information. This is big news!"

"What's the content?" Henry Redmond asked.

"It's about the scandal of the Union Pacific Railroad Company." Rodriguez said. "According to the above statement, some people used bribes to federal government officials and members of Congress to dump national assets."

"Show it to me?" Henry Redmond stood up abruptly.

After a while, Henry Redmond looked up from the material.

"Although there is no direct evidence, these things can indeed constitute a chain of reasoning." Henry Redmond pondered for a while, "Mr. Rodriguez, please check quickly whether the reported cost of this section of railway is like this one. As I said, it exceeded the normal level. Hurry up! This is really a sensational big news!"

"Editor-in-chief, someone put such a document in our mailbox saying that Union Pacific Railroad Company bribed federal officials and members of Congress to defraud national property." In the New York Sun, an editor is telling the editor-in-chief.

"Show it to me?"

Similar scenes were staged in the editorial offices of many newspapers. The quotation for this section of railway is not a secret that can't be found, it's just that no one has checked it before. Now as soon as someone checks it, the suspicious points are immediately exposed. As a result, various media reported them one after another, and rumors spread.

"Today, Mr. Stephen was interviewed about his bribery to government officials and members of Congress. Mr. Stephen said that this was all nonsense, and he said that he would not rule out legal means to protect his reputation. As for the cost of railway construction, it far exceeds that. On the side of the standard issue, Mr. Stephen explained the difficulty of the terrain, the high cost of land acquisition and the threat of Indians. He said: “In order to defend the Indians, he had to establish a large number of road guards to ensure the workers. Our safety. Even so, the construction of railways and the safety of workers will continue to be threatened by Indians. The Indian massacre of workers’ camps that happened not long ago is proof.'

Regarding Stephen’s statement, we asked railway experts, Mr. Otran, an engineering expert from Harvard University. Mr. Otran said that this section of the railway is very suitable for railway construction in terms of geographical features. The so-called terrain difficulties lead to ascending railway costs. The claim is unfounded. Professor Otran said: "In the entire United States, it is difficult for you to find out where the author’s generation is more convenient for building railways. People who can find such bizarre excuses as unfavorable terrain and increase the cost of construction. People are treated as fools...'"-"New York Times"

"In order to make money, it is not our surprise that the capitalists took such illegal methods. But they were so brazen when defending this. We were surprised. He actually said how much he invested in protecting the safety of workers. But if so much money is really invested, how could the murder in the workers’ camp happen? This is obviously a contradiction..."-"New York Tribune"

"Well, it's very lively." Scrooge said, "I heard that President Lincoln was busy in his busy schedule. Don't take an investigation team to investigate the truth. Well, Mr. Bond, you let your people do it. Be prepared, the survivor we rescued may come in handy."

"Okay, Mr. MacDonald."

Bond packed up the papers, opened the door and walked out. At this time, in the lounge outside, Anna was sitting there waiting with Bond's follower Bantruer.

"Anna Miss, my conversation with Mr. MacDonald is over. Now, you can go in and continue your work." Bond nodded to Anna, then turned and left with his men.

Anna gently pushed open the door of Scrooge's office and walked in. She heard Scrooge muttering to herself: "Should we arrange for a dog-blooded blocking the road to call for grievances?"

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