From the binoculars in the hands of the lookout, he could see that first, a large flag emerged from below the horizon, then the heads of horses, then many heads wearing headgear of various colors of turkey feathers, and then the entire Indian horse troop appeared in his sight, a full six or seven hundred men.

"Enemy attack!" The lookout sent out an alert. The whole camp immediately stirred up, as if a strong wind had blown and all the grass on the prairie had shaken, and the whole camp immediately moved rapidly. The men stood up from behind the caravan's fender and looked into the distance with their hands on the fender. Some of the young men even stood on the fender and looked out, hoping to see the enemy sooner. Some of the women clutched their men's lapels as if they feared he would fly away if they let go; some would stand up and then crouch down, not knowing what to do; some ran straight to the center of the camp, not knowing if they felt safer there or wanted to see the children left there.

"Go back to your position!" Pike blocked a woman who was running to the center of the camp.

"Mr. Pike, I just want to go see how our little Hill is hiding. Just one look!" The woman said.

"All the kids are fine! They're all set under the table to hide. The Indians can't hurt them with their feathered arrows or their shotguns. No one can hurt them until we are all dead! Don't make a mess, go back to your places!" Pike said sternly.

"All right, then, but Mr. Pike, you must let those men watch the children, especially our Hill, who is so naughty I'm afraid he'll run around." The woman relented.

Unlike the nervous adults, the children were mostly curious and excited when they heard that the Indians were coming as if a fairy tale was about to be performed. The girls chattered about whose father was the best, while the boys were more mischievous, always trying to get past the grandmothers who guarded the tent so they could run outside and see if the Indians had put feathers all over their bodies.

The Indians led their horses until they stopped about six hundred meters from the camp. The experience gained in the previous battle with the white men told them that this distance was beyond the range of the white men's rifle fire. They went through a long trek and needed to rest at this distance first.

"Why did they walk with horses instead of riding them?" An immigrant with a Springfield 1855 rifle in his hand asked Pike in a slightly shaky voice.

"I don't know! I'm not an Indian." Pike spat out the toothpick he had bitten in his mouth and spit again.

"That's because it's a long way from their advance interception point, and they can't afford to tire the horses out. As far as they were concerned, the physical strength of the horse was more important than the physical strength of the man at this time." Robson, who happened to be on the sidelines, replied, "We used to do the same thing when we were cavalry."

"Will they come right at us, and will the wagons stop them?"

"Straight on? They don't even have a stirrup, how can they charge? Do you think they're all Emperor Napoleon's cavalry? They would just run around the wagon train and shoot at us or throw bows and arrows." Robson replied.

"They have guns too? Damn it, who sold them?"

"The British, the French, the Spanish, the Mexicans, and, of course, mostly us Americans ourselves." Robson laughed, "Even if we don't sell them, they can still buy them from someone else anyway. Instead of letting those guys make money, we can sell it to them and make money ourselves."

"Damn it!" The immigrant said, wondering if he was talking about the damned British or the French, the Spanish, the Mexicans, or simply the Americans.

"Hold on! Hold on! Don't raise your guns! No shooting without orders!" The guards were scattered to key positions and kept shouting at the nervous immigrants.

At this point, the Indians seemed to have finished their rest, and they began to roll onto their horses, shouting "hoo-hoo-hoo", and then about a hundred Indians rode toward the camp, brandishing their pistols.

"Steady! Don't raise your guns, don't shoot!" Blackwater's guards shouted. They all knew that the purpose of these Indian cavalrymen was to induce the settlers to fire. Their horses were fast, their formation was sparse, and they were far away. If the immigrants fired at such a distance, the chance of hitting them was very low. The immigrants were often inexperienced, and they were likely to open fire while the enemy was still at a distance where they could not possibly hit them, resulting in a waste of ammunition and a huge loss of ammunition in the preloaded rifles, causing the rate of fire to drop significantly behind them, thus allowing the Indian cavalry to rush closer and fire or shoot.

As the Indians came closer and closer, the men on the wagons seemed to feel the vibrations of the Indians' hooves on the ground. When they were about 200 meters from the camp, the Indians turned their horses' heads and the whole team quickly changed direction and circled the wagon line. The other Indians also began to urge their horses to join the great circle in turn.

"Raise your guns!" Robson ordered.

"Raise your guns!"

"Raise your guns!"

The other guards also shouted, except for Yang Tai, each guard was in charge of three or five immigrants with guns. They commanded the immigrants to be ready for the design.

"Follow me, if I don't shoot, you don't shoot!" The guards said.

If someone could fly up high like a bird and get a bird's eye view of the battlefield, he would see that there were now two circles on the ground, a small circle of fifteen caravans in the middle, and a large circle of Indian cavalry. But these two circles were not perfectly concentric. Sometimes the Indian cavalry suddenly shifted inward, and the big circle seemed to suddenly become a little flatter. At this time, the distance between the large Indian circle and the small circle formed by the caravan array would suddenly shrink.

"Bang!" Just as one of the Indian cavalrymen veered inward a little, one of the settlers could not resist firing a shot.

With this shot, other immigrants could not resist pulling their triggers, and the crackling of gunfire became a blur. The white smoke came out from the barrel of one gun, making the whole outside of the caravan look like a mist.

The Indians were in a fragile formation, and the distance was far, so the shot did not hit any target, they did not even hit an Indian. Instead, the Indians took advantage of the time to change their guns after firing to continue to close in on the caravan. Instead of scaring the Indians, they were encouraged by the fact that the immigrants were stupid and they could have come closer and crushed them with an immediate burst of fire.

"Bastards! Do not fire without my order, even if everyone else fires!" The guards shouted in anger. Not only would they not be able to hit the enemy, but the fog of battle caused by the smoke would interfere with their shooting, giving the Indians a chance to break into closer range.

But not every immigrant failed to hear the guards' roar, at least not the one beside Mason, in fact, after the first shot, he heard nothing but threw his gun aside, clutching his head and screaming: "I killed! I killed someone! I killed!" If he hit an Indian is good to say, in fact, in this round of shooting, these rookie immigrants simply did not hit anything.

Before Mason could react, Yang Tai flew up and kicked the idiot off the car. This guy fell directly to the woman who was waiting below to pass up the loaded rifle.

The 17 or 18-year-old woman raised her head and looked up with some surprise.

"Let that useless guy load the bullets! You come up and take his place." Somehow, Yang Tai came out with this sentence.

The woman gave a cheer and jumped onto the car at once, then skillfully put her rifle on her shoulder, letting the muzzle stick out slightly from the top of the fender, then turned to Yang Tai and Mason and smiled: "Sophia is at your disposal."

This action startled Mason and Yang Tai. Yang Tai originally asked her to come up just to stimulate the soft balls below, but look at this, this girl called Sofia may work better than the softballs.

"Do you know how to shoot?" Mason asked

"Yes! Three-points one line, aim, watch your advance, and trigger." The woman shouted.

Mason's ears were then opened by another burst of gunfire from a group on that side. By this time some Indian cavalry were so close to the column that they were shooting at it with their horse guns.

"Those guys are coming into our range." Mason watched the Indian cavalry approach from the left at high speed and gratefully shouted, "Aim at ...... and fire!"

-They, too, were now in range of the Indian cavalry.

The other settlers crouched, as Blackwater's guards had taught them before the war, to crouch immediately after firing a shot. But one man did not crouch, but stood on his tiptoes and looked out: "I got one, I got one!"

"Damn stupid woman, she'll be sieved." Before Mason had time to react, he saw a man leap forward and knock the woman to the ground, and almost simultaneously, a burst of gunfire rang out.

The Indians continued to approach the caravan at the risk of being hit, and at least ten horse guns opened fire on her. In the nick of time, the quick-witted Yang Tai pounced and knocked her to the ground. At that moment, several squads next to her took the opportunity to fire at the Indians when they rushed to the side and fired again. The result was that several more Indians were successfully defeated.

There was not much room for people to stand behind the fender, and Yontae was lunging hard. As a result, he and Sophia fell from the vehicle into the camp together and rolled on the ground.

When the tumbling ended, Yang Tai found that - what a shame - Sophia was actually on top of him.

"What bad luck, actually being pressed by a woman." Before Yang Tai could understand, the woman pushed herself up and then punched Yang Tai hard on the bridge of his nose, which made Yang Tai's nose sore and tears flow out. Then in a teary-eyed haze, he saw Sofia had raised her fist high, while also viciously yelling: "Kill you, rogue!"