Of course, Yang Tai will not really be killed, teary-eyed, fighting instincts make him automatically reach out a hand to push, and then, well, he felt pushed into something soft, very flexible, feel very good ......

Although Yang Tai felt the hand feel different when subconsciously collected the power, he pushed this push still Sophia pushed a heel. Yang Tai climbed up and was about to help Sofia when he saw Sofia reach out, touch a small stool, and smash it towards herself with a raised hand. Yang Tai reached out and gently caught the stool. I saw Sofia had climbed up from the ground, holding a large wooden stick from nowhere, and rushed towards him ......

However, the two people did not fight again, Pike and Robson in time to stop them.

"Stop it! All give me back to their positions!" The roar was accompanied by a burst of gunfire.

Sofia glared at Yang Tai, dropped the stick, climbed back into the car, took the rifle handed to her by the loader, and stuck the muzzle out of the fender. And Yang Tai also jumped into the car, picked up his gun, and began to aim.

"Miss, after each shot, you must immediately crouch down, so as not to become the target of enemy fire. This point you must remember." Looking at Sofia's face full of careless expression, Mason added a sentence, "Must remember! If you don't want to be jumped off the car again."

"Who wants that rascal to meddle?" After hearing Mason's advice, Sofia naturally understood that Yang Tai did not want to take advantage of her by jumping on her, but she still felt depressed, so she gave Yang Tai another fierce glare. However, at this time, Yang Tai's eyes have already turned to the Indian cavalry, who simply did not pay attention to these.

At this time, the Indian attack method also made some changes. The Indians found that because of the natural disadvantage of the horse guns in range and the difficulty in aiming due to the horses bumping around when shooting from horses, plus the fact that the whites were hiding behind the baffles and the targets were small, their chances of hitting those whites were very low. If they wanted to improve their hitting accuracy, they had to slow down their horses, and this would allow the whites to hit them much better when they shot them. In short, in such a situation, it was very unfavorable for them to exchange shots with the whites in the wagon line. So the "bull" chief who was in charge of the battle decided to make a change in tactics.

The first change in the Indians' tactics was to move the horse gunners back into their horse line. More riders with rifles were now constantly taking time to close in on the wagon train. With their pistols, the tips of which were wrapped in burning strips of cloth soaked in grease, they approached the column at a higher speed and then, following the speed of the horses, threw their pistols at the immigrants' column.

The main purpose of these muskets was not to kill people but to create fire and confusion. So those who threw the muskets did not have to think about accuracy at all, as long as they could throw the muskets into the range of the column. So these riders could let the horses run at maximum speed. This also made the immigrants' shots at them much less likely to hit.

The mounted marksmen followed behind them, waiting for the settlers behind the bulwarks to fire a round, then lunged forward, closing the distance as much as possible before they were ready to fire a second round, and then firing a close range against the defenders who were ready to fire a second round. In such a shootout, the Indians would suffer many casualties, but the settlers would also pay a considerable price. Considering the superiority of the Indians in numbers, the "bulls" believed that after a few rounds of exchange, the white defenses would collapse.

This change in the Indians' tactics did have some effect. The burning shotguns thrown by the Indians kept landing in the camp. There were not many men left in the camp, except for the men and women who were firing from the vehicles and the women who were straining to help load the ammunition. The children were hiding under the tables, so they didn't have to worry about being killed by the projectiles that suddenly fell from the sky, but the flames from the projectiles managed to set some things on fire.

To put out the fire, Robson had to send some women responsible for loading to do the fire. And this brought about some other consequences. First, the firepower of the caravan was reduced, which made the Indians dare to rush to a closer distance to open fire or to throw fire-loaded shotguns, and this made the casualties among the immigrants begin to increase, four young men were hit, one of them died on the spot, and two outside three were defeated, and even more men were needed to take care of them. Another woman, while trying to put out a fire, was hit in the arm by a falling pistol, but it was not fatal. What's worse, the women's fire-fighting skills are not good, often half a day can not put out a small fire. If not for the recent rains, many things are wet, I'm afraid the fire would have been difficult to control.

"These women!" Robson was so anxious that he turned his head, but saw that Yang Tai had just fired a shot, but ended up hitting nothing, while Sofia next to him shot down another Indian, so he shouted towards Yang Tai.

"Chink, give your gun to the lady, you go put out the fire!"

This order is very with a little humiliating flavor, Yang Tai knows their marksmanship is very bad but lets himself give his hand MacDonald 1857 to a woman, and he went to do the woman doing the work of fire, this is really ...... but ...... Yang Tai still honestly The actual gun was handed over to Sofia, and quickly showed her how to return the shells and load the bullets, and Sofia learned to do it. Finally, Yang Tai also explained a sentence that Sofia did not quite understand: "It is forbidden to shoot at targets over 400 meters away."

"Got it, rascal, get to work!" Sofia said, seemingly in a more euphemistic tone than she had just said.

Yang Tai had been in the Taiping army and had done some fire-fighting, so after he joined, he was more efficient than the women who struggled to pull down the burning guns. The fire was gradually brought under control after Yang Tai joined the firefighting operation.

At this time, the battle has come to a critical moment, on the immigrants side, because of the increasing number of wounded, more and more women were sent to shoot, which led to the immigrants shooting efficiency decreasing a lot, because, not all women are as good at shooting and good psychological quality with Sophia. On the Indian side, the losses were even greater - the cavalry was at a disadvantage with the rifles of those who relied on the caravans.

But now, with the defenders' firepower down, the Indians had a chance to make their next move - some of the horsemen rushed forward, waving hooks with long ropes, under the cover of others. As soon as the integrity of the caravan was destroyed, the collapse of the immigrant side was inevitable.

At first, Robson didn't notice these guys mixed in with the Indian cavalry, and it wasn't until a dozen hooks were thrown over and hung on the baffles that he reacted.

"Shoot to cover me!" Robson shouted and drew his saber, risking being fired upon by the Indians as he leaned out and slashed at the ropes behind the hooks. But the Indians were probably prepared for this, so behind his hooks was a long section of chain, not easy to cut directly, and to cut the rope behind the chain, the man on the wagon would have to extend his body a bit, which made the man easy to attack.

Robson saber swung and cut the two ropes, and then the Indians also began to shoot at him. The first few shots missed him (it's not easy to hit a target with a horse pistol shot from a galloping horse), so Robson couldn't be bothered to dodge and swung his saber at a few more ropes.

At this time, a few more Indian cavalry dashed forward, they did not raise their guns to fire, but drove their horses towards Robson at high speed, it seems that they intend to rush to Robson's heels, and then use their horse pistols to shoot them in the chest. At the same time, a few other ropes that had not been cut began to be straightened the Indians intended to rely on them to pull over the wagon.

"Bang!" With a shot from Mason, an Indian cavalryman fell headlong from his horse.

"Bang!" Sophia, a shot hit a war horse, and an Indian fell to the ground with his horse.

"Chug! Chug!" Robson cut two more ropes.

"Bang! Bang!" Several Indian cavalrymen who had rushed very close fired at Robson.

This time the Indians came so close that one of the bullets they fired hit Robson in the shoulder. Robson felt heat on the list, the strength in his arm almost immediately disappeared, wielding the saber flew out of his hand.

Robson sat down on the wagon and shouted to Mason, "Quick! Cut the rope!"

At that moment, the remaining hooks began to force, and the carriage issued a creaking sound as if the next moment will fall.

Mason dropped his rifle, drew his sword, and was about to follow Robson's example to cut the rope, when a man jumped onto the wagon, wielding his felling axe, and struck the chain behind the hook with a fierce blow. Sparks splashed, and the chain immediately broke into two, the hook "fell" on the wagon, while the other part of the chain with the rope flew out with a whistle.

The man with the axe did not say anything, but just waved the axe in a single breath, and with a bursting bean-like sound, the remaining hooks were cut off in almost an instant.

"Well done! Chink! You saved us!" Robson, sitting on the floor, shouted and gave him a thumbs up with his uninjured hand. Then he shouted to the other cars, "Get the axes ready! Cut the chain directly!"

Then he tried to stand up again and watched the situation on the battlefield. He noticed, perhaps because the battle was at its most critical moment, that the Indian chief with a large, exaggerated headdress was approaching the battlefield, and was now only about 600 meters away.

Generally speaking, in those days, 600 meters was a pretty safe distance, but now ......

"Mason, see that sheik? Do you have confidence in hitting him?" Robson pointed to the sheik and shouted to Mason.

"I'll try," Mason said while casting his eyes in that direction.

......

"Chief, you are too close to the enemy, in case ......"

"Son, that's far enough away that I'll bet no one could hit even a bison at that distance." "The bull," replied the sheik, unconcerned.