1855 United States Tycoon

If the workers are all trained guards, or even if they only need to be native United States who grew up in the United States, the Indians don’t even want to pull down the barbed wire easily. The firepower of more than 300 rifles is well played. The density is definitely enough for the Indians to drink a pot. However, the three hundred workers on the construction site are all immigrants who have just arrived from Ireland. In Ireland, they have never played with guns in their entire lives-they all have a gun like the United States guys. What do the English people do? As a result, they arrived in United States, and it was not until they arrived at the Union Pacific Railroad that they first touched the rifle under the guidance of the guards. After that, work was very busy, and the workers did not have much time for training. After the Indians came to the door, Bob bought some time from the company to train the workers. However, such short-term training can only ensure that the workers know how to shoot, and that they will not dislocate their shoulders under recoil force due to weak shoulders. When they were training to fight, they were able to use rear-loaded muskets to shoot front-loaded muskets at the level of technology. Now they are really on the battlefield, and when they panic, not only the shooting accuracy is only at the level of front-loading muskets. Even the shooting speed has dropped to a similar level. As a result, it was only forty guards, including Bob, who actually shot effectively.

"Brother, why can't my gun fire! It won't work! Is it broken?" Bob just hit a horse in the head and hit the horse directly to the ground. A panicked voice rang like a grenade explosion in his ear.

Bob turned his head and saw a gorilla squatting next to him with a rifle in his hand: "Brother, is this gun broken? The trigger can't be moved."

"The insurance is not open!" Bob knew that this must be the problem without even looking. But a gorilla can't figure out that the insurance needs to be opened before shooting. Isn't this normal?

James lowered his head and looked at it. Sure enough, just like Bob said, the insurance was not turned on. He laughed happily, opened the insurance, and then fired a shot—of course, nothing was hit. After firing the shot, James suddenly remembered that he should be thankful to Bob who had reminded him just now, so he said to Bob, "Thank you, brother!" He stretched out his hand and patted James on the shoulder. —— "Bang" Bob's shot did not know where it went.

Thanks to the cooperation of those Irish fools, the Indians successfully pulled down the first barbed wire. Then the second wave of cavalry rushed to the second barbed wire fence, ready to pull them down in the same way. But this time it was not so easy. Once the distance got closer, the workers' shooting at such a distance finally became more reliable. For the Indian cavalry, their shooting finally turned from trouble ascending to threat. Secondly, well, another thing that the Indians have never seen has caused a lot of losses to the Indians. This thing is a landmine.

When the Indian cavalry rushed over the first barbed wire fence that had been pulled down, the dense mines immediately took effect. A stamper was galloping on his horse. Suddenly, a ball of flame suddenly appeared from under the horse hooves of his horse under his crotch. At the same time, there was an explosion, and then his horse fell over, causing him to be heavy. The ground was thrown out and fell to the ground. His head hit the ground hard, "Boom!" So this Indian who didn't know his name became a rare one, and was directly bombed by the undead mine. Bad luck to die.

The sudden appearance of minefields obviously exceeded the expectations of the Indians. In the beginning, they didn't even figure out what exactly hit the horses. And this fear of the unknown also greatly affected their offensive. As a result, their offensive temporarily stopped, and the battlefield was temporarily quiet.

The "bang" knock on the door alarmed Scrooge, who was doing a chest massage for Anna, who was rebelling against the master. He quickly stood up, tidyed up his clothes, and Anna quickly walked into the small room next to him. .

"Come in!" Scrooge knew that after he hung a "Lunch Break, Do Not Disturb" sign on the door, someone knocked on the door. This must be something urgent.

The door opened, and an intelligence agent named Nelson came in: "Mr. MacDonald, the workers camp may be under siege. The railway has been destroyed and the situation may be critical now."

Scrooge was taken aback, and he quickly took over the report in Nelson's hands and looked at it.

"Quickly, mobilize the manpower, and immediately mobilize the remaining guards of Heishui to relieve the siege!" Scrooge said.

"Mr. MacDonald, the remaining guards were sent out to attack the Indian camp two days ago. Now we can't get in touch with them right away." Nelson replied, "Should I send someone to find someone? them?"

"No need." Scrooge shook his head. He knew that this was no longer enough to save the nearby fire. "Contact the state militia, and we will pay for them to send troops immediately! Immediately mobilize workers and supplies to repair the section. Railway, let three armored trains provide fire cover for them! Do it now!"

Nelson immediately turned around and went out. As soon as he went out, the small door on the side opened, and Anna walked out with a worried face:

"Scrooge, they will have no problem, will they?"

"No, Anna. The camp itself is very defensive, and it is not so easy to be captured. A railway of several hundred meters will be completed in a short time, so the workers will have nothing to do." Shi Gao Zhi comforted Anna.

Scrooge desperately didn't want the workers' camp to be conquered, because it would seriously damage his business reputation. People will doubt his black water ability, and also doubt his business ability. These are his intangible assets, and he is very reluctant to suffer such losses.

"I hope this idiot Bob can hold on." Scrooge thought.

The Indians launched another attack, and Bob repelled them again. But the current situation is getting worse. In the attack just now, the Indians gave up the method of attacking with cavalry, but launched an attack with infantry. Bob recognized the Indian who rushed forward, the messenger who had been tarred all over by him and drove back. Holding a hook that dragged a long rope in his hand, this man rushed towards the second and last barbed wire. Bob aimed at him and fired several shots in a row. However, the strange thing is that every time the shot was shot, the imprinter would inexplicably move faster or slower, or he would just fall down, anyway. He was the one who made all the shots of the sharpshooter Bob empty. Later, five or six guns fired at him, but no one could hit him. And he ran all the way, but he couldn't step on a landmine.

"This is really unreasonable!" Bob watched the guy helplessly, hung the iron hook on the wooden bar supporting the barbed wire, then turned and ran back, unable to help but swear such a sentence.

Just when these Indians with iron hooks bravely charged. Another group of Indians also held various guns, um, many of them were rifles produced by McDonald, and they shot at the defenders.

The marksmanship of these Indians is much better than those of the workers. Although the workers are protected by the wall and have very small targets, they are still constantly shot and injured. If it hadn't been for Bob to have given them a larger dose of vigorous pills, these unorganized Irish fools would have collapsed long ago.

In the end, they relied on great courage and withstood casualties, finally repelling this round of Indian attacks. But now, both barbed wire fences have been destroyed, and landmines and other items are all consumed. Next, the Indians can directly attack the wall. Bob saw that many long wooden ladders appeared behind the Indian. Obviously, the Indians will use them to climb the white wall in the next round of offense.

"Count the losses," Bob ordered, "Look at how many guards there are and how many workers can fight."

A minute later, the loss was counted. The guards had two dead and ten injured. But half of them are minor injuries that do not need to be fired. However, the workers’ losses were significantly greater. They killed 21 people and injured 75 people. Almost one-third of the workers were either dead or injured.

"Bring up the grenade," Bob said. "Place a box next to each guard and tell others not to move that thing."

Bob's consideration is reasonable. Because of the price of grenades, the workers had never been trained in grenades before. If they were rashly allowed to use these things, they would kill a bunch of their own people.

"Tell the workers to squat down immediately after we throw out the grenades to avoid accidental injury." Bob added.

This worry is definitely not unnecessary, because the grenades they use now are so-called defensive grenades. The cast iron shells of these grenades are deeply nicked. Once it explodes, the explosive force will follow these nicks and explode the cast iron shell, turning it into hundreds of shrapnel, which will fly out and kill the enemy. These shrapnel still have a strong lethality after flying 50 or 60 meters. This makes the killing distance of this grenade even more than its throwing distance. Therefore, it can only be used safely in a defensive battle when you have concealed objects. Of course, its power is far beyond the general offensive grenade that uses explosive air waves to kill the enemy.

"This is my last trump card." Bob thought, "Reinforcements must come quickly!"

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