MTL - Restart Spain-Chapter 50 weapons transport

March 7, 1876, at the border between Alberta, Canada and Montana, USA.

The border line is about 5 kilometers, and dozens of horse-drawn carriages slowly headed to the U.S. border under the watch of hundreds of Canadian soldiers.

"This group of Indian officials, who didn't know how to convince them, actually asked the British Empire to deliver weapons and equipment to them."

Private Giovanni couldn't help complaining to his friend Giovanni next to him,

Canada can't be said to be warm in March. Braving the cold weather to send equipment to this group of Indians, they can't help complaining.

"Okay, don't complain. It's full of high-end Spanish products. When these weapons are delivered to the Indians, their equipment will definitely be better than ours."

Fenati comforted the young comrade with a smile on his face. He didn't understand the orders above, but as soldiers, completing the task was their primary goal.

"Oh, I see. Isn't there an Indian who is in charge of the connection? It's so close to the US border, why haven't I seen it yet?"

Giovanni was all puzzled. Although they knew that the U.S.-Canadian border on the inner road was basically undefended, but it was so close, it was inevitable that there would be no accidents.

"Yeah, why is there still no one? It stands to reason that our route has been informed to the Indians in advance."

Everyone was wondering when a few Indians suddenly appeared behind the hillside on the right.

"Brother Black Bear, isn't this group of red-clad British soldiers? The cargo behind them should be the arms that the Spaniards helped us with."

Black Bear is a dark-skinned and strong man, and the Indians are always so humorous in their names.

"It should be, Copper Deer, shout the password."

Tonglu is a little thin, but he can speak a little English, so he has to shoulder this heavy task on this trip.

"The one who brings hope." Copper Deer shouted, this is the code that has been confirmed in advance.

"Rainbow in the north." There was an echo from the British army's position.

"Brother Black Bear, he is the one who gave us weapons!" Copper Deer roared excitedly towards the black bear next to him.

"Come on, let's go have a look."

Black Bear is also a little excited. As a veteran who has fought against white Americans for many years, seeing that his weapons are at his fingertips, his mood is self-evident.

Several people leaned out from the hillside and ran towards the British army. The British did not show hostility, and most people already knew the purpose of this trip.

A British lieutenant came out and looked at the native Indians in front of him with a trace of disdain in his eyes.

"Are you the ones who came to get the weapons? We can't enter the United States. We can only transport them in by yourself."

The British lieutenant was on a business trip, and he had no intention of hustling with the natives. These ragged natives couldn't make him treat him squarely.

"Yes, yes, there is a hill in front of you. We will send someone to pick it up where you put it."

Tonglu acted as a translator, talking with the lieutenant. The half-hearted English made the lieutenant's mouth twitch.

"Lead the way." The British lieutenant twisted his neck and signaled them to lead the way. Even if he looked down on him again, it was an order from above.

The team began to advance again, and finally stopped less than two kilometers from the US border.

"That's it. Your Excellency the lieutenant can leave the goods here. We will send someone to deliver it later." The black bear spoke, and Tonglu translated it to convey the meaning to the lieutenant.

"No problem." The lieutenant replied, turning to look at the team:

"Leave the goods here, we will rest in place, and when the Indians take the goods away, we can go back."

The lieutenant commanded loudly, the team cheered, and the **** journey was finally over.

"Bronze Deer, you stay here, we'll go back and arrange people. Even if the British leave, you must take good care of this batch of weapons."

The black bear looked at the English-speaking copper deer and said solemnly.

"Don't worry, this batch of goods must be more important than my life." Tonglu patted his chest, feeling a sense of mission spontaneously.

The black bear nodded and turned to look at the Indian men who were traveling with him: "Brothers, let's speed up and go back."

After speaking, he patted the copper deer on his chest again, and ran towards the United States with a few Indians.

Tonglu looked at the galloping backs of his compatriots with a smile on the corner of his mouth, which was his yearning for the future.

In the interior of Montana, not far from the U.S. border, the Sioux led by Patriarch Red Cloud are temporarily here.

The Los Angeles Mountains in western Montana provided favorable conditions for Indians to hide.

The Spaniard Felipe is leisurely eating fruit in front of the tent of the Red Cloud Patriarch. As a person who provides weapons to the Indians, his request can be said to have been greatly satisfied.

"Red Cloud Patriarch, Red Cloud Patriarch, the weapons delivered by the British have arrived, we can go to deliver the weapons."

The black bear was running over panting, sweat and dust made him look quite embarrassed, but his excited expression could not be concealed.

Patriarch Hongyun suddenly opened the tent and walked out, Felipe also stood up, the arrival of the weapon meant that he would be useful.

"Black bear, where is the weapon and when can I get it."

Patriarch Hongyun held the tired and dehydrated black bear in his hands and asked excitedly.

"Just in the dirt **** not far from the border, the copper deer is guarding with the British." The black bear replied. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

Patriarch Hongyun suddenly calmed down. Although the border between Montana and the Americans is rarely guarded,

However, the transportation of thousands of guns must have a lot of movement, and transportation during the day is obviously dangerous.

"It's hard for you, black bear, you go back to rest first, I will arrange it."

Patriarch Hongyun patted the black bear on the shoulder to comfort him.

"Notify everyone and let the men in charge of transportation get ready. When it gets dark, we will set off to transport weapons."

The Indian soldiers on both sides signaled their understanding.

"Patriarch Hongyun, when you see our Spanish weapons, you will understand why I say that American rifles are rubbish."

Felipe said proudly while eating the fruit, as a professional intelligence officer, the rifle equipped by the army will naturally be used.

Patriarch Hongyun looked at the yellow-haired and white-skinned Spaniard speechlessly. Everything else was fine, but he always seemed to be out of tune.

"How come, compared to Spanish rifles, American rifles will definitely be scrap iron, but at that time, you will need to teach us how to use rifles."

Hongyun smiled awkwardly and let out a haha ​​to satisfy Felipe's desire to pretend to be 13, and he didn't plan to let him continue.

"That's natural, not me. I am a master in the research and use of rifles. I must teach you clearly."

Felipe spat out the kernel and continued to joke. Apart from being out of touch, he was considered a qualified intelligence officer.

Patriarch Hongyun continued to be embarrassed and could only fit two sentences, trying to end the topic...

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Time passed slowly, and finally night fell, and hundreds of Indians began to set out against the moonlight...

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