Chapter 72: Walking people

There is something wrong with the Chinese.

After continuing to track it for another day, Jacques sensitively discovered something wrong. The Chinese who were originally traveling at a constant speed suddenly accelerated. After traveling rapidly for about a hundred miles, based on the remaining traces, they could make a very obvious judgment: the Chinese were divided.

"They should have been divided into two parts, each of which is roughly equal in number, and then they are divided into two groups to escape separately." A militia named Bob reported to Jacob, and his tone was also a bit solemn.

"Is it really a division of troops? According to the news, those Chinese have more horses than people." Jacques asked in a deep voice. He was a veteran and even participated in the Civil War. In addition, he was afraid of the Chinese workers' performance in Denver. He never underestimated these enemies from the beginning. However, the more this happened, the less he dared to believe what he saw. The enemy was very cunning.

"I can't tell this. You know, the weather is cold and the ground is already very strong. It's hard to tell whether there is anyone on the horse's back from the footprints." Bob replied.

"Damn Chinese." Matthew couldn't help but curse.

"It's very hateful. But they are running for life." Bob glanced at the guy, his tone was very disrespectful.

"I know, you don't need to remind me." Matthew said annoyed. He was very unhappy with Bob, but he also knew that he could not suppress such a veteran... Yes, Bob was also a veteran, and he was also a veteran who participated in the Civil War, and he was in the same company as Jacques.

"They definitely didn't divide the troops." Jacob seemed not to see the sparks that ran into between the two. He thought for a while, and then said seriously.

"Why should I determine this?" Matthew asked.

"They dare not." Jacques said confidently: "The reason why they dispersed into two teams and fled was that they already knew that we were behind them, and that would have known that we were. Our number was far more than them, and it was basically twice as many. If they divided the troops, then they would have no power to fight back when facing our blows. Therefore, this seemingly dispersed and fled was actually just a strategy for them to lure us into splitting the troops."

"The analysis makes sense," Bob agreed.

"Then what should we do?" What's the use of making sense? Let's come up with a solution. Matthew thought.

"What do you think we should do? Or do we determine the pursuit of the troops?" Jacques did not express his decision, but asked the two of them.

"Of course, we have more people than them, even if we divide the troops," shouted Matthew.

"Where are you?" Jacob looked at Bob again.

"I'm just a soldier, you should ask the 'President' for such a major question." Bob replied.

"That guy won't give me any advice." Jacques sighed. The "president" mentioned by Bob was Abraham Miller, the middle-aged white man who was managing the baggage of his team behind him, was also one of his comrades in the past. Because he had the same name as Abraham Lincoln, and everyone was fighting for the north at that time, so Miller had the nickname of "president". However, Miller himself was beaten to death and was unwilling to let others call him that because Lincoln was shot... The white man actually cared about this thing, just like the number "13", many white people didn't like it, and even canceled the 13th floor when building the building. After the 12th floor, the 14th floor was immediately followed.

"What the hell do we do?" Matthew couldn't help but feel a little angry. To him, what Jacques and Bob meant was to exclude him from the leadership of this team... That's right, everyone is a militia, and after fighting this battle, they will be dismissed and returned to the field. However, even if it's just temporary, respecting people will die?

"Split the troops."

Jacob sighed again. There was no way. Even if he judged that the Chinese were just firing a shot to lure him into division, unless two teams were sent to track and reconnaissance at the same time, he could not tell whether the Chinese were really scattered and fled, and he could not tell which one was the main force of the other. However, with the current distance between the two sides, if two teams were sent to reconnaissance, by the time he got the exact news, the Chinese might have run far away and might not be able to catch up. And if he just decided to go all the way

If he pursues, he may get nothing, and the consequences of the division of the troops are even terrible. After the division of the troops, if one of the troops meets the enemy's main force, he can temporarily avoid the edge and stop behind him. When the subsequent troops arrive, he will eliminate it in one fell swoop; but if the troops are not divided, the chance to catch up with the main force of the Chinese will basically be gone. Since they have discovered you once, will they give you a second chance? Perhaps the legendary stupid, ignorant, and timid Chinese will, but they will never be the Chinese workers who came out of Denver in front.

"You can see from the trick of scattering and escaping. Those guys are very smart, very smart."

Divide the troops!

Although he regretted not being able to attack the Chinese workers at the beginning, giving them the opportunity to discover themselves and take countermeasures, Jacques didn't care too much. Since he discovered it, he would go to a steadfast track. He did not believe that the Chinese people dared to provoke it. This was a grassland, not Denver, because it was far away from the city and had few pastures, and there were basically no cattle and horse herds that could be used as an army! Therefore, even if it was just a militia, it could completely suppress the Chinese people who had only been holding guns for a few days.

But soon, Jacques discovered that he had overestimated his level.

The Chinese have divided their troops again.

He and Matthew led 200 militias to pursue the traces left by the Chinese before, but after tracking for nearly a hundred miles, he was frightened to find that the Chinese had once again divided the troops, and the front of him once again turned into two roads.

Split the troops again?

Jacques suddenly felt a little guilty. He didn't understand why China divided the troops again, but just wanted to escape, or did it have any tricks? Obviously, with the other party's usual performance, it shouldn't just want to escape, then, there was a trick? But what kind of tricks do those guys have? Is it just to wait for him to divide the troops again, and then concentrate superior forces to destroy one of his? How is this possible? Such a military deployment is that he, the major who participated in the war, wanted to do it before.

Not, those Chinese who just threw away the washboard can understand? But if that is not the case, what will happen? Jacques found that his heart was getting weaker and weaker, so weak that he could not help but want to withdraw his troops. However, even if he was afraid, if he was not divided, what if the one who escaped in front of him was really the main force of the Chinese? In addition... Has Matthew encountered the same situation? Will that reckless guy divide his troops? If he divided his troops, the main force of the Chinese were also on that side...

"Captain, where are we going?"

One hundred miles is not long. For cavalry like Jacques, it is only an hour or two, which is not a rush to march. If they do not care about horsepower, they can reach it in less than an hour. However, for the carriage, the distance is a bit harsh. In fact, their baggage team was more than a hundred miles behind them. Because they found the Chinese suddenly accelerated, Jacques guessed that the Chinese had already known their arrival, so they also accelerated forward, so that the baggage team led by Abraham Miller, who could have followed them, was far behind. Until now, there was still a distance between Jacques and Matthew. However, at this time, Mr. "President" had already known the situation ahead.

"What else can I go? I don't want to serve that idiot Matthew." Abraham Miller sat on the edge of the carriage, his legs swaying, without any hesitation, "Let's go find Jacques."

"But Captain Matthew..." Someone next to him reminded him. Although he was dissatisfied, he could not give up his comrades.

"Send Roger over and give him two carriages," Miller ordered.

"yes."

"Captain!"

"What are you doing?"

As soon as he made arrangements, Miller immediately asked when he heard someone calling him in front of him.

“There are a few ditches in front!”

"ditch?"

"real……"

“It’s so annoying.”

"Who did this good thing?"

There are really several ditches. On the hard ground, there are three ditches, each ditch is about two feet deep and three feet wide... In this case, people will pass by once they step, but the carriage can't get through at all. And there are three ditches in a row, and it is impossible to pass through them if they forcefully pass. Look at the left and right, the three ditches are about one hundred meters long, and the baggage team is exactly in the center of the ditch.

"How could there be a trench?"

This is wilderness, and it is so strange that three neat little ditches suddenly appeared. Abraham Miller squatted down and gently pushed away the weeds beside the ditch, and found some soil that was still waving with moisture...

Glowing with a tide?

"Everyone is on guard. We are in trouble!"

"He reacted very quickly."

Seeing the white men in the baggage team pick up their guns, and quickly surrounded several carriages, not far away, about two hundred meters away, Zhao Dachang, who was hiding in the grass wearing dead grass, couldn't help but curse.

"So what can he do if he reacts quickly?" Jian Wang lay on the side. Hearing this, he couldn't help but sneer, "He's here, he can't leave."

"What are you doing?"

Beside the two, Qian Shide was staring at the baggage team in front of him. Seeing that the other party had already set up a barrel-shaped defensive formation in a carriage as expected, he immediately smiled coldly:

"set fire!"

set fire!

There are dry grass everywhere on the grassland... Once the fire starts, it will be overwhelming. At a distance of two hundred meters, ordinary people have to run for thirty or forty seconds. Although the fire may not be faster than this, it will never be slower, especially in the case of wind.

"Come on, cut off all the grass around you immediately! Cut them all, hurry!"

With the firelight, Miller knew the ambusher's plan, but at the same time, he felt a cold from the bottom of his heart for the other party's determination... They were a baggage team, but this did not mean that their baggage was just beef and bread, or a tent of five hundred people. They also had ammunition! Half a truck of ammunition! Once the fire was encountered, there was no need to attack the enemy on the opposite side. Everyone here would become a flying minced meat! Therefore, they had to deal with the dead grass around as soon as possible. However, just as the militia wanted to rush out of the cart to protect the grass, a gunshot came from a distance at the right time:

"Bang!"

Everyone immediately shrank back. The gunshots were very close. At this time, mowing grass was like using themselves as a target to practice shooting for the enemy. But what if the fire was not mowing grass, what should I do if the fire came? Seeing that the fire was getting closer, the militia hiding in the cart couldn't help but turn pale...

"Supply with your gun!"

Someone shouted loudly from the opposite side.

"Don't think about it!" Miller yelled very hard, but he regretted it after yelling. The militia around him were staring at him fiercely, and the fire was getting closer and closer!

However, fortunately, Miller regretted it for less than a few seconds before he found that the gradually approaching fire had stopped at about a distance of about a hundred meters, but the fire suddenly became much stronger.

"What's going on?"

Anyway, it was not God's blessing. Miller first made a more reliable judgment, and then frowned and looked around. They were surrounded by a circle of fire, about one hundred meters on both sides, all of which were flames, and the head of the fire was one or two meters high. Obviously, some flammable items were lit, and there was no ambush. It was okay in front, because three small ditches were blocked in front, and even if they were caught, they could not burn. There was only soil in the ditch, and there were no combustible items. As for the back, behind the dense grass, some figures appeared faintly, and as these figures appeared, there were always many grasses falling to the ground... It seemed that those people were transporting something that occupied a lot of space.

"Listen to the people inside, you are surrounded. If you don't want to be roasted into ham, put down your weapons and raise your hands to surrender."

There were shouts coming from the outside of the flames.

"Who are you?" Miller asked loudly.

"We are Chinese!" the opposite shouted loudly again.

"Chinese?"

"Shouldn't they be chased by Major Jacques?"

"We're fooled."

"What should I do? We're surrounded."

The Chinese word "The Denver-born militia" has obviously a great deterrence. As soon as the voice came out, the militias in the baggage team immediately became a mess.

"Shut up all of them."

Miller roared unhappily. The timid his subordinates showed made him very dissatisfied.

"Aren't it just a group of Chinese people? What's so great? We have carriages to cover them, so we don't have to be afraid of them at all. As long as Major Jacques and the others react, they can work together inside and outside and completely send all these Chinese people back to their hometowns."

"But we are surrounded now." Someone shouted.

"So what if you're surrounded? They dare not rush over."

"But they dare to set fire!"

"The fire has not spread now, isn't it?"

"That's because they want us to surrender. They just throw two more torches at this side and they will immediately burn again."

"But if the weapons are handed over, those Chinese will not let us go. Think about the casualties of the citizens of Denver... those Chinese are very cruel."

"Enough, Captain." A militia sniffed disdainfully, "Don't think we don't know anything. The Chinese just wanted to leave Colorado, they even let the mayor go, and none of the prisoners were killed. They were not barbarians."
To be continued...