January 26, 1786, western suburbs of Miami.

The wet wind blows in the direction of the sea, wrapping the European horns and Indian singing, crushing them, and spreading them quietly to the vast grasslands that are interspersed with yellow and yellow.

The atmosphere of war is getting stronger and stronger.

Mr. Berkron walked hard on the road with a trolley full of sandbags.

That's right, it's hard.

Under his feet was a temporary paved path made of gravel and sandbags, which was neither wide nor flat enough. Mr. Berkron had to walk four rounds and turns on such a 1.3-kilometer broken road every day. After only three days of persistence, he felt overdrawn.

The arms were sore and swollen, the legs and feet were filled with lead, and the soles and palms were covered with layers of blisters. The old one had been picked up, and the new one was filled with translucent tissue fluid. The skin and flesh squeezed and pushed in the bumps, and it was as uncomfortable as a needle when it was moved.

Why is my life so unlucky...

Mr. Berkron savored the sting and questioned himself silently.

There is really nothing worth looking back on in his life.

When they were born, Spain's economy was already twilight, Britain, France, the Netherlands... These overlords, who were much younger than Spain, occupied the interests of the Spanish colonial empire around the world, but they could not feel it at all in the country.

This situation is both ridiculous and shameful.

Because if the brave man is old and is trapped in a wolf kiss, the wolves can at least feel pain and despair when they bit his limbs, and can still struggle to survive under stimulation, regardless of whether the struggle is useful or not.

But if the brave man is paraplegic, the limbs that once symbolize his strength will become completely unnecessary things. One more piece or one less piece, the mind will only accept it numbly and will not feel any real.

Spain is such a warrior suffering from high paraplegia.

When he was young, Mr. Berkron often heard rumors such as "The colony was lost", "The war was lost", "It was obviously a battle between Britain and France, but Spain lost the most", but even in the most passionate and impulsive puberty, he rarely thrilled about it.

The life of free people is too difficult, and they work hard to make ends meet for a year. The inherited family property is decreasing day by day, and the accumulated debt is getting higher and higher.

The losses of the empire were only the losses of the rich and nobles, and it was impossible and never had anything to do with them, such lowly people.

The numb childhood continued the numb teenager, and then the numb young man. When Mr. Bollock came to his senses, he had inherited the ruined family business and had a pair of sensible children with his wife.

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

However, the reality is that, the income in the field is getting worse and worse. By his generation, they are only able to repay their annual debt, pride and responsibility, just ensuring two shabby meals every day, they have exhausted their efforts.

His heart quickly became insensitive again. Day by day, month by month, suddenly dreamed that Raul had grown into a reliable young man of ten years old.

The turning point can be said to be a sudden occurrence.

Without warning, a prosecutor came to the town to mobilize and portray Miami as rich and fertile as heaven. Mr. Berkron happened to be whipped again that day to drink to relieve his sorrow. When he was in a hurry, he signed an immigration application. When he woke up, everything had already been carved.

It's irreversible.

The peaceful and humble free people left him without looking back. According to the terms of the immigration application, he had sold his ancestral property to the lord, and the payment for the goods was given priority to offset the debt. Less than ten Pistolls were actually handed over to him.

He had no way out, so he could only force himself to support his self-esteem, lead his wife and children, and used 80% of his family's property to purchase four boat tickets to the New World. He wandered on the sea for more than a month, and embarked on this strange land in the New World full of horror legends.

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

The trepidation and anxiety, prosperity and desolation, enthusiasm and coldness at that time were the ubiquitous care of the Drake Chamber of Commerce that warmed his heart.

In his opinion, the strange British Chamber of Commerce did, like the saints described in the Bible, completely subverting the image of the "rich man" in Mr. Berclone's heart.

Mr. Bulcrom couldn't figure it out.

In addition to his commitment to spreading the gospel of God, he couldn't figure out what other reason could make the merchants give up their pursuit of interests and give land, food, money, etc. to them, without any reward.

But a good life has indeed come. The Buckon family has a land that is wider and more fertile than their ancestral property, and has come to a village that is more equal and gentler than their hometown.

The rich man who had purchased land in the legend did not move into the village before the first villagers' meeting. The meeting was incredibly successful. The village agreement that was beneficial to the poor was passed. A committee composed entirely of the poor was established. Mr. Tuka, who was highly anticipated, was elected chairman of the committee with a high vote and became the first elected village manager as the chairman.

Then, Taiji Feng came.

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

On January 18, the villagers of the Elk Woodland were still immersed in the victory of the great villagers' conference. Mr. Berkron went out with a large bag of roasted potatoes without oil or salt, preparing to follow Mr. Tuka's advice to find a short-term worker at the Hekou District vocational agency. Before the potatoes ripen in summer, they would try their best to have enough food and clothing for their families.

A glamorous knight appeared in the sunset. He shouted mobilization orders to rush into the village office. After a while, Mr. Tuka rolled and crawled out, and with a horror expression, the copper bell that gathered together was ringing.

It was not until then that Mr. Berclone learned that the Indians who had been in good relations with Miami and Spain suddenly declared war.

The AwqaAnka Black Feather tribe, the MayuInki River Garden tribe and the Qullqi Silver-bellied Golden Phoenix tribe formed a war alliance. More than 10,000 people carried muskets and horses to gather on the battlefield one after another.

The Miami City Hall immediately issued a general mobilization order, and the garrison gathered on the battlefield on the Miami River Beach. The City Hall asked the citizens to unite and contribute their own labor to guard the town.

Mr. Bulcrom's brain was hot again.

When he realized that he had signed Daming on the mobilization order, and became the first "warrior" to register in the village.

After...and then...

"The sun is so strong today..." Mr. Bucklon wiped his sweat tiredly, "Today is the 8th day. If you persist for another two days, the second batch of workers will be able to change their duty... By the way, there will be really a change of duty, right?"

He stopped the trolley, carried the heavy sandbags from the car like a walking corpse, and piled them up to the designated position under the command of the sergeant.

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

There is also a long and half-meter-deep and 2-meter-wide trench on the back of the sandbag. The soldiers run in the trench. As long as they stand up, they can stretch their guns out of the shooting port, pull the trigger to the narrow front of 30 degrees, and kill the enemy.

There are two other defense lines like this within the field of view, both of which are arc-shaped, each with a length of about one or two kilometers.

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

According to the non-commissioned officer in charge of the construction, this will allow the artillery of the second and third lines of defense to easily cover the plains before the first line of defense to form the maximum firepower density.

But Mr. Bunkron did not understand that Miami could be far more than one kilometer wide. Why did the commander of the garrison, the mayor of Miami town, think that the Indians would definitely be bleeding from the front of this line of defense, rather than detour from other places, such as... Elk Woodland.

Raul and his son were still waiting for their news in the elk woodland. If the Indians really attacked the village... Mr. Berkron would not have imagined the consequences.

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

A strong back pushing a trolley stopped not far away and turned around unexpectedly.

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

"Well, I've been on this line all the time, but Mr. Tuka..."

"The construction of the first line of defense is over. Last night, our entire group was transferred to the second line of defense. The sergeant asked us to complete the second line of defense before the savages attacked."

"No wonder... I think there are a lot of people on the pavement today."

Mr. Bulcron trusts the reliable Mr. Tuca very much, and he can't help but worry when he sees him.

"Mr. Tuka, we have been doing fortifications here, if...if the Indians went around the north..."

"North?" Tuka thought a lot, "Are you afraid that the savages will attack from the elk woodland?"

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

"Don't worry." Tuka slapped Mr. Bunkron's shoulder heavily, "President Lorraine of the Drake Chamber of Commerce and the commander of the garrison, Mayor Dipuyani, are both excellent soldiers. I heard from the Chief of the Sgt. This battlefield was the result of their joint discussion. Whether those savages want to do so or not, they must..."

Beep!!!!!!

Beep!!!!!!!!!

The sharp and short whistle suddenly interrupted Mr. Tuka's speech, and a warning message came from the mail tower not far away: "Enemy attack! Achaka's troops launched an attack on the defense line! The garrison welcomed the enemy! The laborers gave up their work and immediately retreated to the third defense line!"

"Quick! Quick! Quick!"

"Retreat! The laborer follows me and retreats, don't get in the way!"

"The guard is in place! Free shooting!"

"All guns are ready! The distance of the third defense line is 1300, right in front of you, and the flowering bullets are shot in three consecutive shots!"

"put!!!"
Chapter completed!