The moment before he rushed into the forest, William Barker was stunned. Hazel turned his head to look at his pursuers. On the opposite side of a natural ravine more than a hundred meters away, a group of monster-like vehicles stopped. There were also some small vehicles passing through the gaps between the larger vehicles and moving along the edge of the ravine. It seemed that they wanted to find a way to pass through the ravine as soon as possible so that they could continue their pursuit.
"Let's go!" The leader of the mercenaries grabbed William. Hazel paused for a moment. What about William? Hessian and the other mercenaries rushed into the forest. As soon as they ran into the forest, the Chinese soldiers fired their machine guns in their direction. One of the Hessian mercenaries was shot in the back and knocked to the ground.
When everyone crouched down and dragged the man behind the tree, they realized that the bullet had hit the man's back. Although he was still breathing, he was already dead.
"Retreat! Hurry up and retreat!" The mercenary leader immediately gave the order when he saw the situation. The middle-aged team's machine guns did not stop firing, and the bullets broke the branches and tree bark flew everywhere. None of the mercenaries dared to stay here any longer. This group of people followed their usual training. They crouched and scuttled from behind a tree to a tree that was further away from the Chinese people. Then, they left the battlefield as fast as they could.
There were many forests in the United States. Hessian thought back to his homeland, the Black Forest. Even in broad daylight, the Black Forest looked dark from afar, and there were towering trees everywhere. It was the same in the American forest. The trees were so dense that the Chinese's bullets wouldn't be directed at the mercenaries who ran into the forest.
The group of mercenaries were originally carrying backpacks made in China. Now that they were finally safe, they carried their backpacks on their backs, put their rifles into their holsters, and held their water bottles in front of their chests. The four American mule drivers were leading the four mules with long faces, and the American officials were already panting after such a long march. Because the mercenaries openly opposed the American official riding a mule. This was because the four mules were carrying a portion of the mercenary group's supplies. As a privilege, US officials did not have to carry heavy luggage and supplies. He could only pull on a rope attached to the back of the mule to relieve the pressure on the moving mule.
"W-where are we going?" The official was on the verge of tears.
"We'll head in the direction where there are no Chinese," the leader of the mercenary group replied.
When William heard this, he was shocked. It was very pleasing to Hessian's ears. Machines flying in the sky were one thing. Because he had never been taken advantage of by that thing. Hessian didn't react in any particular way. As for the Chinese troops who had chased after the Hessian Mercenary Group not long ago, William Hazel was filled with fear. It wasn't that the huge vehicles were scary, but the tactical qualities displayed by the vehicles. Hazel was frightened. The Hessian Mercenary Group was known as the 'Hunters', and they were all experts in shooting. If they were being chased by cavalry, they would have great confidence in giving the enemy a head-on blow, and when the enemy regrouped, they would be able to easily retreat.
The vehicles had only chased the Hessian mercenaries for less than two kilometers before William was killed. Hazel was terrified. The enemy's pursuit was neither too fast nor too slow. It was extremely methodical. They methodically shortened the distance between them and the Hessian mercenaries, at the same time making it impossible for the Hessian mercenaries to carry out any tactical tricks. Unless they left behind a group that would definitely die, the Hessian mercenaries had no way of shaking off the pursuit.
That long ditch had saved the mercenaries' lives. The Chinese vehicles had no way of crossing the ditch that was as deep as a person, allowing the Hessian mercenaries to escape into the forest. Thinking back to the dense rain of bullets just now, William was terrified. Hazel's entire body went cold. If the Hessian mercenaries had really chosen to fight in a flat area, they would have died under that dense rain of bullets.
The forest wasn't easy to walk through. After marching for more than two hours, the troops began to rest. The American official lay on the ground like a dead dog, while the mercenaries began to rest according to their daily training. Some people gathered firewood, some fetched water, and some took out the aluminum pots they had bought from China, preparing to boil water for cooking.
Since there were no large vehicles available, they could only follow the current transportation model and set the marching weights. Like everyone else, William Hazel wiped the guns, collected the bullets, distributed the supplies, and tidied up the socks, leggings, and shoes.
After tidying up, the mercenary leader shouted to everyone, "From now on, we'll walk through the forest. Don't go near the areas where the Chinese vehicles can pass."
No one objected. Everyone felt that it was too scary to encounter Chinese vehicles in a flat area. It was the government's duty to die for the country, but the mercenaries didn't have the responsibility to do so. Next, the troops picked up the dead American official and continued forward.
They didn't leave the forest for three consecutive days. The mercenaries displayed their wilderness marching ability, and on the fourth day, they finally retreated to a train station that they had passed before. There must be a town near the American train station, and it didn't seem to have been attacked. After the official went to the local town to inquire about the situation, he brought back the latest news with a frown. "The Chinese have already taken Louisiana and are advancing towards Tennessee."
"Are there any trains?" The mercenary leader was only concerned about this matter.
"No one dares to set off for Louisiana," the official said with a frown.
"Since no one dares to set off for Louisiana, we'll follow the train line," the mercenary leader decided immediately.
The four muleteers refused to follow the mercenary group no matter what. The mercenary group bought their mules with US dollars and sent them on their way. William was the one who sent them off? Hazel and the observer, William? Hazel took the opportunity to ask the muleteers, "Why did you kill those Native Americans? According to what you said earlier, those Native Americans have been living peacefully with you for generations."
The muleteers had a cruel and honest expression on their faces when they felt fear. "The higher-ups said that the Native Americans were going to rebel and wanted to establish an Indian country. If we let them establish an Indian country, wouldn't we die without a burial place? So, after the mayor contacted us, we all killed them. "
Perhaps they thought that saying this would make people think that they were bad people, the muleteers quickly emphasized, "We didn't just kill them in one place. The Native Americans were killed in a radius of a few hundred miles around us."
William? Hazel didn't want to comment on this question anymore. He felt hopeless about the world. Those confiscated pornographic books didn't just describe sex, but also a lot of dark and cruel content. Overall, it could be described as "pornographic and violent." Regardless of whether it was sex or violence, those exaggerated and absurd descriptions were good mediators for mercenaries.
But the premise of this kind of adjustment was that the descriptions were "absurd and exaggerated." If the descriptions were the truth, just like how the Americans were so stubborn about killing the Native Americans, William? Hazel didn't feel any sympathy for the Chinese killing the Americans. Even William? Hazel identified with the white Americans because of his skin color, but he didn't have the slightest intention of making sacrifices for the Americans. Since they were all recognized as murderers, it was difficult to make normal people treat them differently.
After sending off the muleteers, the mercenary group hired a few more muleteers in the town and continued to the next station. It was August 10th. On August 12th, they arrived at the next station. On August 14th, they arrived at the next station. On August 15th, they finally arrived at the station where there was still a train to Washington.
On August 17th, they finally arrived at Washington. When they met the German ambassador again, he strictly ordered the group not to wander around. In order to inform them of the recent fierce situation in the United States, the German ambassador told the group, "On the morning of the 17th, the German consulate in New Orleans sent a message. The vanguard of the Chinese team arrived in New Orleans and began to besiege the city. Things are very bad. In the past few days, the militia in New Orleans slaughtered a large number of local Native Americans and blacks in the city. Now the people in the city are in a panic. Maybe they can't defend New Orleans. "
When the mercenaries saw the location of New Orleans, they didn't say anything. The Mississippi River emptied into the Gulf of Mexico in New Orleans. After the Chinese occupied New Orleans, it meant that they finally had a port to the Atlantic Ocean. In addition, on the way back to Washington, these people saw the local white people killing the Native Americans as if they had gone mad. Many of the killings were done openly, full of warning that they didn't know who was watching. New Orleans was a massacre of a city. It was easy to imagine what kind of carnage it was.
On August 19th, when the mercenaries were resting, they suddenly heard a bell ringing in the distance. Soon, all the bells in Hua Sheng City were rung. No one knew what happened, but the mercenaries ran out to see what was going on. Before they knew what was going on, they heard the whistle of the port. At this time, the mercenary who was originally outside rushed back like a rabbit. His voice was trembling because of his rapid breathing. "The Chinese captured Pittsburgh and began to march east across the Appalachian Mountains. Their next target is probably Hua Shengton. "
"Really?" The mercenaries were dumbfounded. No one had expected things to develop to such a point. Before they came to the United States, many people even thought that the Americans had the ability to resist the attack of the Chinese, and even had the ability to completely defeat the Chinese on the vast American continent.
"Then what should we do?" The mercenaries were nervous. As a foreign team, they didn't have to obey the orders of the Americans. However, as foreigners, especially as white people, how would they be viewed by the fierce Chinese?
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