Chapter 529

January 26, 1786, the western suburb of Miami.

The moist wind from the direction of the sea wrapped the European horn and the Indian song, crushed it, and spread it faintly on the vast green and yellow grassland.

The atmosphere of war is becoming stronger and stronger.

Mr. burclone trudged along the road with a cart full of sandbags.

Yes, hard.

At his feet is a temporary sidewalk paved with gravel and sandbags, which is neither wide nor flat. Mr. boklon has to walk four times on such a 1.3 km broken road every day. After three days, he has felt overdrawn.

The arms are sore, the legs and feet are filled with lead, and the soles and palms are covered with layers of blisters. The old ones have been broken, and the new ones are also filled with translucent tissue fluid. The skin and meat are squeezed and pushed in the bumps. It's as uncomfortable as a needle.

Why is my life so unlucky

Mr. burclone tasted the sting and asked himself in silence.

His life is really nothing to look back on.

At the time of birth, Spain's economy was already at dusk. Britain, France, the Netherlands... These overlords, who are much younger than Spain, crowded out the interests of the Spanish colonial empire all over the world, but they could not feel it at home.

This situation is ridiculous and shameful.

Because if the brave man gets into a wolf kiss at dusk and the wolves bite his limbs, he can at least feel pain and despair, and struggle for survival under stimulation, whether it is useful or not.

But if the brave man is paraplegic, the limbs and trunk that once symbolized his strength will become completely redundant. If one is more or less, the mind will only accept it numbly and will not produce any sense of reality.

Spain is such a warrior with high paraplegia.

When he was a child, Mr. burclone often heard rumors such as "where the colony was lost", "where the war was lost", "it was clearly the struggle between Britain and France, but Spain lost the most", but even in the most passionate and impulsive adolescence, he rarely trembled about it.

The life of free people is too difficult. After a hard year, they can't make ends meet. Their ancestral property is decreasing day by day, and the accumulated debt is higher and higher.

The loss of the empire is only the loss of the rich and nobles, and it is impossible and has never had anything to do with them.

The numb childhood followed the numb youth, and then the numb youth. When Mr. boclon came back, he had inherited the broken family business and had a pair of sensible children with his wife.

Of course, he hopes to become a good man who can make his children proud and his wife trust.

However, the reality is just like that. The income in the field is getting worse and worse. In his generation, they can only pay off the annual debt interest. What pride and responsibility, it takes their effort to ensure two poor meals every day.

His leaping heart soon became numb again. Day by day, month by month, he suddenly dreamed that Raul had grown into a reliable boy of ten years old.

The turnaround can be said to be sudden.

Without warning, some propaganda officials came to the town to mobilize, depicting Miami as rich and fertile as heaven. Mr. burclone happened to be whipped that day to relieve his worries with wine. As soon as his mind was hot, he signed the immigration application. When he woke up, everything had already been carved into a boat.

It's irreparable.

The peaceful and humble work of free people's livelihood left him without turning back. According to the terms of the immigration application, he had sold his ancestral property to the Lord, and the payment priority was to offset the debt. Less than ten pistols were really handed over to him.

He had no way out. He had to hold on to his self-esteem, lead his wife and children, buy four tickets to the new world with 80% of his family's property, float on the sea for more than a month, and set foot on this strange land of the new world full of horror legends.

On January 2, 1786, Mr. burclone clearly remembered the day he arrived in Miami.

The uneasiness and uneasiness, prosperity and desolation, enthusiasm and indifference at that time were the ubiquitous care of Drake chamber of Commerce, which warmed his heart.

In his view, the strange behavior of the British Chamber of Commerce was like those saints described in the Bible, which completely subverted the image of "rich people" in Mr. burkelon's heart.

Mr. burclone doesn't understand.

In addition to devoting himself to spreading the gospel of God, he wondered why there was any reason for businessmen to give up their pursuit of interests and give them land, food, money... All without asking for anything in return.

But a better life did come. The boclon family had a broader and more fertile land than their ancestral land, and came to a more equal and gentle village than their hometown.

The legendary rich man who bought the land did not move into the village before the first villagers' meeting. The meeting was incredibly smooth. The village agreement beneficial to the poor was passed, and a committee composed entirely of the poor was established. Mr. Tuka, a popular man, was elected chairman of the Committee with a high vote and became the first democratically elected village manager in his capacity as chairman.

Then, Tai Ji didn't come.

Mr. boclone never thought that the group of Indians he met in Mailang Township would declare war on Miami as an enemy, let alone that the war would come so quickly!

On January 18, the villagers in the elk woodland were still immersed in the victory of the great villagers' meeting. Mr. boklon went out with a big bag of baked potatoes without oil and salt. He was ready to follow Mr. Tuka's suggestion to find a part-time job in the job agency in Hekou District, and try his best to feed and clothe his family before the potatoes mature in summer.

A bright Knight appeared in the sunrise. He shouted the mobilization order and rushed into the village office. After a while, Mr. Tuka ran out and rang the copper bell of the tight collection with a frightened expression.

It was not until then that Mr. burclon knew that the Indians, who were said to have maintained good relations with Miami and Spain, suddenly declared war.

The Department of awqaanka black feather, the Department of mayuinki River Park and the Department of qullqi silver bellied golden pheasant formed a war alliance. More than 10000 people gathered on the battlefield with guns and horses.

Miami City Hall immediately issued a general mobilization order. The garrison gathered on the battlefield of Miami Beach. The city hall asked the citizens to unite and give their labor to guard the town.

Mr. boklon's brain is hot again.

When he reacted, he had signed the mobilization order and became the first "warrior" in the village.

Then... Then

"Today's sun is so strong..." Mr. boclon wiped his sweat wearily. "Today is the eighth day. If you insist on it for another two days, the second batch of workers will be able to change their posts... In other words, will there really be a change of Posts?"

He stopped the cart, carried the heavy sandbags off the cart like a walking corpse, and piled the sandbags to the designated position under the command of the sergeant.

He is building a defense line completely composed of sandbags, about 3 meters high and 5 meters wide, with a reserved muzzle every 1 meter and a muzzle every 50 meters.

On the back of the sandbag, there is a long trench half a meter deep and 2 meters wide. The soldiers run in the trench. As long as they stand up, they can put their guns out of the muzzle and pull the trigger to the narrow front of 30 degrees to kill the enemy.

In the field of vision, there are two such lines of defense, both arc-shaped, and each is about one or two kilometers long.

They form Miami's main defense line, overlapping on the beach like fish scales, with a distance of 500 meters each in an approximately parallel manner.

According to the sergeant in charge of the construction, the artillery of the second and third defense lines can easily cover the plain before the first defense line, forming the maximum firepower density.

But Mr. boclone doesn't understand that Miami is far more than one kilometer wide. Why on earth does the garrison commander, that is, Mr. dipyani, the mayor of Miami Town, think that the Indians will hit their heads and blood in front of this line of defense, rather than detour from other places, such as... Elk woodland.

Raul's mother and son are still waiting for their own news in the elk woodland. If the Indians really attack the village... Mr. boklon can't imagine the consequences.

"God bless us," he prayed softly, "God... Mr. Tuka?"

Not far away, a strong figure pushing a cart stopped and turned around unexpectedly.

"Boklon, so you were assigned to the second line of defense?"

"Well, I've been on this line, but it's Mr. Tuka..."

"The construction of the first defense line is over. Last night, our whole team was transferred to the second defense line. The sergeant asked us to finish the second defense line before the savages attack."

"No wonder... I think there are so many people on the sidewalk today."

Mr. boklon trusted the reliable Mr. Tuka and couldn't help worrying at the sight of him.

"Mr. Tuka, we've been working here, if... If the Indians go around to the North..."

"North?" Tuka thought a lot. "Are you afraid of the barbarians attacking from the elk woodland?"

"Well... Raul, Sophia, and my wife..."

"Don't worry." Tuka slapped Mr. boclon on the shoulder. "President Lorraine of Drake chamber of Commerce and mayor dipyani, the garrison commander, are excellent soldiers. I heard the sergeant say that this battlefield is the result of their joint consultation. Whether those savages want it or not, they must..."

Di!!!!!!

Di!!!!!!!!

The sharp and short whistle suddenly interrupted Mr. Tuka's speech, and an alarm came from the nearby sentry Tower: "enemy attack! Achaka Department launched an attack on the defense line! Guard against the enemy! The workers gave up their work and immediately withdrew to the third defense line!"

"Come on! Come on! Come on!"

"Retreat! The workers retreat with me. Don't get in the way!"

"Stand in position! Shoot freely!"

"All guns ready! The target distance of the third defense line is 1300. Right ahead, three bursts of flowering shells!"

"Put it!!!"