Chapter 88 German cowboy riding a mule

Learning riding a horse depends on your understanding. Some people can learn it after a try, while others still don’t know the key points after ten days and half a month.

In terms of gun fighting, Lin Neng is a high-spendant and high-energy calf, but this extraordinary talent cannot be brought to the small Indian village in the southern United States. Two long hours passed, and the elite Imperial Guards general was still like a shy girl, clamping his legs and sitting on the horse's back. As long as the horse ran a little faster, he would want to bend his head and lay on the horse's back. Such an embarrassing situation was like some fencing masters learning to swim but could not, and could only watch the beautiful girls playing in the water on the beautiful beach.

It was already midnight, and the mule and horse teams that were about to move forward to the border were gathered and ready to go. In the past two hours, two trucks arrived at the village under the guidance of Indian riders. The commandos could make a move. The captured experts and technicians were divided into two categories: those who showed a cooperative attitude, unzipped the rope and let them ride mules alone. Those who were stubborn had to tie their hands and feet, blocked their mouths and put them on the horse's back, and were dragged by the accompanying Indian riders or commandos who were good at riding. For this kind of action across the border, the Indian tribe sent a total of 20 excellent riders, who would carry weapons to escort the whole journey. In addition, 15 commandos and 5 experts, this horse team was just enough to gather 40 people.

With the start of the game, Lin Neng had no choice but to choose a stable and gentle mule. He put on the commando uniform, carried the assault rifle on his back, and rode on the back of a short mule with his strong body. Even he felt funny. Although his colleagues were very proud, they were soon ridiculed by Dr. Oppenheimer, who also rode a mule. I don’t know how Colonel Valdes discussed with him. The German Jew who was extremely angry when he was arrested actually stood among the group of people who showed a compromise and cooperation attitude. Based on the important position and significance of this guy in the atomic bomb project, Lin Neng was particularly surprised. As for the contempt and ridicule shown by the other party, he was too lazy to care about it.

Without any horn or howl, the horse team set out, and Lynn rode a docile mule to count it. Each of the 40 people had one, and more than twenty horses were used as backup and used to carry combat equipment, ammunition and confidential information retrieved from the atomic bomb test base. Seeing these Indian riders all had a calm expression, they thought that most of them were driven by attractive interests to join this dangerous operation. They probably wouldn't have thought about what kind of terrible impact the group of people and materials they escorted out of the United States and finally returned to the secret base in Northern Europe. However, even if a limited nuclear war broke out, the strong wind of the atomic bomb explosion would not blow over their heads. As for the victory or defeat of the country and the change of power, they had no much to do with the oppressed, discriminated or even forgotten Indians.

Although Dr. Frank and Major Braz were in the truck, with two crucial physics experts, Oppenheimer and Fermi, and a number of key drawings, Lynn was able to leave with the horse team with more peace of mind. Colonel Valdes and his command remained in the village. Although no one mentioned it, Lynn felt that this outstanding staff officer would not ride as an escort officer at the back, but chose a more decent and glorious way to leave the United States - without prisoners and material bonds, money could open up all joints, at least in theory.

After leaving the village, the horse team quickly left the narrow and dirt road and drilled into the more steep mountainous areas. The border between the United States and Mexico was nearly 2,000 kilometers long. Lynn and his current location are actually no longer the boundary of New Mexico, but the southeastern region of Arizona. The border between this state and Mexico is second only to Texas, with more than 400 kilometers. The mountainous areas and desert Gobi terrain on the border line basically account for half of each.

In the past two hours, he was worried about riding, and gradually adapted to the new mount. Lynn quickly revealed his true nature and tirelessly asked his leader Lieutenant Spellman and the Indian leader, the middle-aged man nicknamed "Rapter", about the arrangements for the trip and the situation on the border. He also quickly learned that in this era without cameras and remote alarms, the US border guards were indeed like peers from other countries in the same era, and still guarded their borders in a relatively primitive way, so there should be no big problem passing through this complex terrain area at night.

After asking these serious and orthodox questions, Lynn also felt that the next trip should be smooth, so he asked Lieutenant Spellman in German and said, "His nickname is 'Long Gun' because his shooting skills are outstanding?"

The Indian guide arranged several sergeants to explore the road far ahead of the team, and the border line was still a long distance away, so the people in the horse team did not need to be extra cautious when speaking. The lieutenant laughed and said, "Ha, you can ask yourself this question. Indians are proud of their nicknames unless it sounds clumsy and funny."

With great curiosity about various affairs of this era, Lynn asked the guide himself in friendly English words.

The Indian, who didn't seem to be evil, said calmly: "My first battle, killed a white man, an adult man with a long gun. He was using that gun to drive away the people who teased us, and that was 30 years ago. Later, I buried him in the desert and no one found his bones, and the matter was left alone."

After hearing such a statement, Lynn's first reaction was that these Indians had gradually adapted to their current roles on the surface, but they still had deep prejudices against the whites. Perhaps... the empire could have generous benefits for them and use them to build a new intelligence network in the United States. Although this idea is feasible, Lynn thought about it very seriously that he was not very interested in intelligence work itself, and putting aside the luck itself, his methods were too young compared to truly excellent professional spies.

"Actually, the first time I participated in a battle, I used a spear, and I almost lost my life." Lynn shared his experience with the Indian guide. "Although the spear was too slow to shoot, I still used it to practice shooting skills. Later, I used a pair of short guns, well... If I were asked to choose my nickname, it would be good to call it "Double Gunman"!"

The guide said in his pretty fluent English: "Two Gunman? There was a warrior in our tribe called "Two Gunman". He used your German-made pistols, but he left more than ten years ago. I heard that he was going to the east to engage in some dangerous business."

Dangerous livelihoods must be robbery and murder, and perhaps they joined a famous gangster. The gangster gunmen on the screen who fought on the streets with Thomson's submachine guns had left a deep impression on Lynn, and could even be compared with those bandits with double guns in the East. These ruthless guys can kill each other for the sake of profit, but Lynn believes that their background and relationship are much more complicated than those of the Indians. Before the outbreak of World War II, German immigrants in the United States and Americans who sympathized with and supported the Third Reich regime were ready to move, but in the end they were suppressed by the US government and gangs. This does not mean how patriotic the American gangs were, but that Jewish financiers had enough capital and strength to make them take action.

As we were talking about this, a rider rushed forward, and an Indian boy in a cowboy costume reported something to their leader in a naughty and difficult Indian language.

"The US team set up a post at the pass, including machine guns and armored vehicles."

When he recounted the situation to Lieutenant Spellman and Lynn, the "Long Spear" still looked calm.

"We brought two improved rp54/2, 200 meters effective range, which can kill any kind of armored vehicles and most tanks in the world." Spellman said calmly. Of course, he also knew very well that starting a war would inevitably attract US troops nearby. Even if his team could enter Mexico before more US troops arrived, it would bring unimaginable obstacles to follow-up personnel, and even led to the discovery and removal of the Indian village used for personnel support by the US military.

"There are other roads nearby except that pass!" Lynn asked slowly in English.

"Of course, it's just a longer time and it's harder to leave." The guide turned his head and clearly handed over the decision to these white Germans who spent a lot of money to impress the tribe leaders.

Before Lynn and Spellman could express their attitude, the young Indian rider who came back from the road silenced a few more words. The guide's face finally changed subtly. He pondered for a moment and said in English: "Our provocateur found that there were also American guard posts on the other road. Although the number of people was small, once the gun was fired, it would directly alarm the troops at the pass - there was only less than 5 kilometers between the two."

Lynn thought for a while: "If I can be sure that there are no other secret whistles near the guard post, I have a way to kill them without saying a word."

"It is impossible to hide other secret whistles around you!" The guide replied directly. He then asked about his whistle-snooping, and nodded to Lynn with great certainty.

Disguised whistle-touching is a compulsory subject for the training of the "Vampire" commando. Whether fighting on the East or the West, this move is an appetizer for night raids. Even a rookie like Lynn, who was afraid of melee at the beginning, gradually became a whistle-touching expert. This trip even opened the first record to hunt several American soldiers.

"How many of them are there?" Lynn asked.

The young rider who was exploring the path understood Lynn's words, but still told the guide the answer in Indian language, and then the guide weighed the trade-offs.

"4 to 5 people, horses, tents, and machine guns in their hands." The guide said.

"That's simple!" Lynn simply solicited Spellman's advice and took three commandos over to touch them.

"Are you... okay?" Spellman wanted to speak but stopped.

Lynn looked down at himself: "Of course, I'm still very physically strong."

"I mean riding a horse!" Spellman reminded helplessly.

"Uh..." Lynn looked in pain.

"I'll go!" Spellman cleared his throat and said in an American tone, "Good evening, guys."

"I've been idle for more than ten days and just learned American language," he explained.

Apart from giving a thumbs up, Lynn had nothing to say. He didn't have the ability to ride, so he had to act as a spectator this time.

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Chapter completed!