The commander of the Bo army was now spinning around the fire like a trapped beast, he knew very well that he had fallen into the trap of the Chinese, and the attack from all sides was to exhaust his soldiers and consume a lot of weapons and ammunition.

However, being able to see the enemy's strategy clearly does not mean that he can solve this dead end, a very simple reason is that the quality of his troops cannot keep up at all, and the soldiers have no experience in night combat at all.

Judging from the current military science and technology, night battles are actually a hand-to-hand combat in the end, and it is difficult to locate the artillery in the dark and chaotic, and the muskets cannot find a chance to concentrate on fire, and the battlefield order can easily collapse and fall into chaos.

Once they get caught up in hand-to-hand combat, these indigenous soldiers will be the first to fail, and 400 years of colonial rule have long emasculated their courage, and they have to be motivated by money to deal with such soldiers.

The commanders of the Boli army were really reluctant to take such a risk, they knew too well the quality of their soldiers, but in the face of endless harassment by the Chinese, they could only choose to counterattack.

The battle in Iquique is on the verge of breaking out, and the Peruvian defenders desperately want them to arrive as soon as possible, even if the time is delayed for an hour or two, maybe Iquique will not be able to hold out.

This important port city is at stake in the whole war, and no one can afford to take this responsibility.

Pockets full of gold coins were opened, and the gold coins bearing the heads of the Spanish kings glittered in the light of torches. Selected soldiers were given twenty gold coins each, and the commander promised that the assault warriors would receive double the reward when the battle was over.

Under the leadership of the white officers, a battalion of indigenous soldiers screamed like chicken blood, and then countless white officers rushed in to take over the command of the ranks, and these white rulers finally made up their minds to play with their lives.

A water of Remington rifles, the bayonet is shiny and snowy, the gold coin in his arms is warm with body temperature, and the throat is screaming, and for a while, the momentum is really as radiant as the elite of a hundred battles.

A battalion of Bo troops was tentatively attacking from a distant fire to the southwest, and behind this battalion of soldiers were two other battalions of troops gathering ready to meet the pathfinder soldiers.

Getting closer and closer, they were getting closer and closer to the ambush of the third company, Luo Gou and Ma Jun with more than a hundred brothers only carried the Taiping Knife, and then lay motionless on the sand, at that moment they could even feel the earth shaking brought by the enemy's footsteps.

Two hundred meters behind the third company, more than one hundred and fifty musketeers crouched half-squatting, and their loaded Enfield rifles were ready to fire.

When the light of the assault glass torches had approached the distance of more than 20 meters in front of the lurking third company, Ma Zijian shouted, "Everyone has ...... Shoot the fire!

Boom Boom Boom ...... More than 150 rifles fired in three stages swept down a large area of the distant Bo army, and at the same time exposed their own position.

"Spot the enemy, fire back......" The Bo Army officer drew his command knife and roared loudly, and then the Bo Army's muskets began to counterattack.

After all, it was a carefully selected soldier, and the white smoke of this confrontation was everywhere, but the two sides did not have the slightest intention of retreating, and gradually Ma Zijian, the second company who did not have an advantage in numbers, issued an order to fight and retreat.

Bo Jun never thought that the second company was actually a decoy, and the real killing move was under their noses, as the army slowly moved forward, Ma Jun and Luo Gou saw the opportunity and shouted: "Kill! Taiping!

The 200 dead soldiers jumped up fifteen meters in front of the Bo army, and the Taiping Knife raised high danced like a tiger and a tiger.

At such a close distance, the Bo army couldn't react at all, and before the officer could give the order, the first row of the Bo army was cut down by the Taiping Knife.

The battlefield was filled with hoarse roars, sparks from the Taiping knife and bayonet parry, countless bayonets fell to the ground with a crisp cracking sound, and the muffled sound of heavy blades cutting bones, coupled with the terrible howls of the dying Bo army, plunged the entire battlefield into a death-like silence.

Ma Zijian saw that the enemy was scheming, threw away the musket in his hand, picked up the Taiping knife buried in the sand, and shouted, "Brothers, follow me......!"

"Kill...... Fight the scales......" The second company all threw away their rifles and chose white-knuckle combat to rush towards the enemy.

This is simply a one-sided slaughter, the Taiping knife was originally a long weapon that evolved from the ancient Pu knife, and those who have seen the Water Margin know that the most commonly used by the heroes of the Song Dynasty is this kind of long-handled knife, which is definitely powerful and heavy, and it is easy to cut off the head and cut the flesh.

Look at the bayonets in the hands of the Bo army, all as thin as toothpicks, and the swords of those white commanders, in the eyes of the Taiping veterans, they are toys for girls to play with.

More than 300 Taiping troops and more than 500 glass troops strangled together, without showing the slightest decline, but they became more and more courageous, and those glass troops finally determined one thing, these Chinese are really not people, they are a group of evil ghosts from hell.

The commander in the rear was sweating in fright, "Reserve assault, pick up friendly forces, outflank these damn enemy ......" The other two battalions of the Bo army launched a charge, they saw that the vanguard assault battalion could no longer support it, and the thick bloody air blew with the night wind, and countless people vomited while running.

Tietoutuo sighed, "It's not a martial force to win......! I pity them a little, you said that a group of armed peasants have only killed a few people, and now you want to fight us with a white knuckle? Hey...... We've been killing people for twenty years, and you're comparing yourself to us?"

"There was confusion in the enemy's salient and General Ondejong was on his heed...... Order you to take a thousand elites and cut in from the east side of the salient to cause chaos among the enemy......"

General Chen Yonglu listened to the order...... I ordered you to take 2,000 elites to stand by on the west side of the salient, and wait for the enemy to mobilize troops to besiege General Weng, and then you take the opportunity to surprise ......"

"All the rest of the people are ready for the general assault before dawn...... Hehehe, this is starting to mess up? What a bunch of idiots!"

The battle situation was as judged by Tietoutuo, and now in order to rescue the battalion of the vanguard force, the enemy army sent three battalions of troops to rush forward in waves.

From a distance, it looks like an irregular pebble suddenly grows an elephant's trunk, if the iron head can't catch this fighter, then I'm really sorry for the more than 20 years of life of licking blood.

"Taiping Army! "Rush!" Weng Derong led the way with more than a thousand soldiers and galloped quickly towards the salient, and everyone rushed forward with all their lives, crashing into the enemy line like a herd of bison.

The frightened high-ranking officials of the Boli Army now have no other way than to shout a few words of, 'Resist me'.

The southwest region of the 25,000-strong army of the Bo Army has been completely chaotic.