"We found out a long time ago, it was two Indians." Robson put down the telescope in his hand and said to Pike. Pike is the most prestigious of these immigrants, he is more than 40 years old, and is an immigrant from England. By his own account, he had been a soldier in the British Army. Although Americans generally did not have a favorable impression of the British, especially the British military - especially after they set fire to the presidential palace and Parliament Hill - on the other hand, Americans admitted that the quality of the British military was still very good. And judging from Pike's performance, he was not bragging when he said he had been in the army.

Just now, two guys on horseback were found by the immigrants who were following the caravan in an unsuspecting manner the two guys had no intention to hide, they seemed to be deliberately trying to make themselves visible to the immigrants. There was inevitably some disturbance among the immigrants after the sighting. Still, Mr. Pike stepped forward and quickly calmed everyone down, and then he approached Robson to tell him about the sighting and ask him what he could do about it.

"So what do we need to do?" Mr. Pike asked.

"We've sent out scouts, so we don't need you to do anything, for now, just keep up the pace. They may be following us like this to put pressure on us to stay out of trouble. Or maybe they're just watching us to see where we're going. Oh, and if a car breaks down, let the women and children do more work while you unload it or something. The men had better leave a little more physical strength in case of an accident." Robson replied.

The caravan continued to move along the road unhurriedly, followed by the two Indians closer and closer, and now without binoculars, you can see the feather headdress on their heads. The women in the caravan were already a little nervous, and the men had their guns at hand.

"Captain, do you want me to shoot one of them?" Mason suggested to Robson when he saw that the two Indians were within effective range of MacDonald's 1857 rifle.

"No." Robson shook his head and said, "Nobody fires without my order ...... Oh, by the way, you go find Mr. Pike and tell him to emphasize to the immigrants as well." The speed of the caravan is limited, even if the two Indians are killed, it is impossible to settle on the arrival of the Indian hordes. And if a man escaped, the secret of the effective range of his rifle would be exposed. This is not worth the loss, Robson also plans to use the MacDonald 1857 rifle's long effective range to shade the opponent's commander in a possible future attack. Many of the immigrants had MacDonald 1857 rifles in their hands, and there was no guarantee they wouldn't do something stupid like exposing the range by firing indiscriminately, so Robson rushed Mason to inform Pike and tell him to control the immigrants.

It was noon, and the caravan stopped at a small rise to prepare for lunch. Like yesterday's camping, the immigrants still put the caravan into a circle first and prepared for defense before preparing lunch.

"Mr. Pike, let's go this far today." Robson said to Pike, "If I were the Indian leader, I would follow the speed of our advance yesterday and intercept us a little before we reach our original camping place today. Because this is the time when we are the most exhausted. If we suddenly do not go. Well, for one thing, we can see the reaction of the two guys: if they split a man to go ahead of us, it must be to inform his large group, then it means that there are indeed Indians ahead to intercept us; if they do not have someone to drive ahead, then it means that they are most likely just monitoring whether we will pose a threat to their tribe. Then we will be safer down the road.

If the Indians intend to intercept us in front. Now that we're suddenly not going, they're faced with two choices. Either they run from their original interception point and attack us here, and the situation changes from one of them taking us on and waiting for us to one of us taking them on and waiting for them, or they wait another day up ahead. But this kind of waiting will only bring down the morale. So, I think it would be good for us to camp here today. And as long as we don't get out of the danger zone, I don't think we should walk too long a distance every day, so as not to get too tired and let the Indians or the bandits take advantage of it."

"But if we go so slowly, they will have time to gather more people." Pike was still a little uneasy.

"Mr. Pike," Robson thought about it and said, "this is still different from the battlefield. Whether it's Indians or gangs, their goal is not to kill us, but to rob. I think this situation is more like a business. Well, our boss said something like this, he said, 'There are people who buy and sell to kill, but there are no people who buy and sell at a loss. Those guys want to rob us, the first thing they have to consider is the price they pay and the revenue they get. To consider this does not make sense, and will not lose money. If we can make them feel that the cost of robbing us is too high and disproportionate to the benefits, then they will naturally not concentrate on more people to deal with us. If we have organized our defenses well along the way, then the P/E ratio for robbing us will be very low and they will naturally be reluctant to rob us."

......

Wolf Howl looked at the migrant caravan from afar, he disliked these white men, who, according to the old men of the tribe, had driven them from those more fertile lands in the East, all the way to here. Even now, the whites keep occupying the land that belonged to them. Wolf Howl remembered that when he was young, the large grassland on the east side of the river still belonged to them, but now, it was already a white man's territory. The Indians who used to live there were either driven to more inhospitable so-called "reservations" or had their brains chopped off and scalps made into long leather boots.

"Hey, why did these guys stop." Look, they've started digging traps outside the wagon trap, pulling trip wires, hanging bells, and it looks like they're going to camp here. Hell, they've only been gone half a day."

"Let's see, if they do stop, I'll stay here and keep an eye on them, you go and inform the rest of the tribe." Wolf Howl thought about it and replied.

"Yes." Big Snow nodded his head.

......

Robson led the settlers to dig a large number of traps around the camp. The so-called "traps" are very shallow, only half a foot deep. These traps are not for trapping anything, they are for charging horses. When a horse's hooves suddenly fell into one of these little traps at a gallop, the horse was bound to fall, and of course, the guy on the horse would be thrown off. They had also pulled several tripwires nearby.

And Mason, with a few guards, got on his horse and went to take charge of the Indian who was still watching them, to drive him away from the area, before he could show him all the traps and trip wires and so forth that were installed in those areas - it was enough for them to know that they were near the camp, and not too much for them to know.

Seeing several white men approaching on horseback, Wolf Howl could only turn his horse and run. Although Wolf Howl was proud of his combat skills, he didn't think he could take on so many white horsemen alone. Luckily, the white men did not take the chase too seriously, but just drove him far away from the camp and retreated.

He knew that if the white men wanted to chase him, they must have been able to catch up with him because one man's horse was better than his own. But Yang Tai has his unique ideas on why not to go after him and kill him. From his point of view, Blackwater was just a dart board. Since ancient times, even if a dart player had high kung fu, who would kill all the good guys along the way? That is not a section of their financial road?

......

The children were placed in the center of the camp, while ten guards with a group of men with guns squatted behind the caravan. The caravans on the westbound road were specially made, with extra thick wooden panels on their sides, to stop normal gunfire at close range.

The immigrants had guns in their hands, and some of them had more than one. But these guns were of mixed models. Front-loading smooth-bore guns, front-loading wire-bore guns, rear-loading shotguns, revolvers, front-loading single-shot and double-shot pistols, all sorts of things. There were also about twenty MacDonald Model 1857 rifles among them. In addition to the MacDonald 1857s, Robson had arranged for women to help load the rifles of the other men, especially those who used front-loading wire-bore rifles (usually the guys who used these very low-velocity guns were equipped with almost two of these guns). The women had generally lacked such training, but after Blackwater took over the security of the immigrant force, the guardsmen urged the women to practice helping the men load their bullets whenever they could. So although they were far from the specialized loaders on the battlefield, they were barely able to load bullets.

When everything was ready, about an hour had passed, and by this time it had been four hours since they had stopped to camp, and it was nearly dusk, so if the bulk of the Indians had not yet appeared, the day should be safely spent. However, at that moment, the lookout post assumed on the top of the caravan gave an alert: enemy horses were found!