Obviously, at this distance, whether it is an AK47 or a five-seven rifle, the hit rate is very high.

So after the roar of the two platoons of guns and a crack of ***, more than 30 people in the attacking crowd fell to the ground on the spot, and the rest of the natives obviously had not seen this kind of scene.

In the midst of this deafening roar, the warriors of the tribe were stunned for a moment, and then they were surprised to see a large group of their companions lying in the artemisia grass beside them, they were struggling and screaming in a pool of blood.

Obviously, although the natives knew that there was such a weapon as a musket, they were completely unaware of this rate of fire.

When the roar sounded again in front of them, and a dozen more fell to the ground, the natives finally understood that the enemy on the opposite side was stubble, so the group shouted and turned and ran back.

"Stop shooting!"

"Check the ammunition!"

In order to save ammunition, Hou Xianglin did not continue to fire at the natives who fled with their backs to the wooden wall, and after confirming that the enemy was far away, he immediately led forty-three riflemen to quickly approach the west gate along the wooden wall again.

At this time, the gunfire there suddenly became very dense, so Hou Xianglin wanted to get as close as possible to the attacking enemy in order to support Wei Hong from the flank.

However, when he ran to the west gate out of breath, he heard the rhythmic sound of wooden drums from the nearby lookout, and then heard Wei Hong shouting from a distance on the high platform of the city gate cave:

"The enemy is down! Brethren, get on the bayonet! Open the city gates, rush! ”

Hou Xianglin was a little surprised when he heard this shout, of course, did it really collapse like this? Don't be Wei Hong's red-eyed impulsiveness, right? Thinking so, he quickly climbed the wooden steps of the outer wall and looked out of the wall.

Well? No way! The enemy seemed to be really down, but that scene was scary enough......

The scene in the distance made Hou Xianglin, who was lying on the wooden wall and looking out, tremble.

At this moment, in the artemisia grass clearing outside the southwest gate, there are obviously fewer standing attackers, and there are already many figures lying down in the artemisia grass, and the closer they get to the wooden wall, the denser the lying figures become, although quite a lot of them did not die immediately, but according to Hou Xianglin's perception, those people might as well die immediately.

All kinds of high and low ** and screams rose one after another in the grass, and many people squirmed hard in the grass, dragging black and red blood stains behind them.

Hou Xianglin couldn't help but close his eyes, he couldn't bear to look at it directly, and then subconsciously turned his head to look south, the sun was shining on the Artemisia Plain, and many people were fleeing with their backs to the wooden wall.

Judging from the situation at the scene, the natives did rush under the wooden wall by relying on the tactics of a wave of people just now, but it was obvious that the charge along the way cost the attackers dearly, and in the end, the remaining tribal warriors reached the outer wooden wall more than two meters high, and in the next hand-to-hand combat with wooden spears and bayonets, the condescending bayonets prevailed.

At this time, about two hundred or so dead or wounded fell under the wooden wall**, while the rest of the people had completely lost their fighting spirit and were retreating.

For Wei Hong, the experience just now made him unforgettable for the rest of his life.

When thousands of warriors with mysterious patterns and wooden spears on their faces roared in, the formidable formation really made him almost weak, after all, it was the first time he had faced such a fierce attack directly.

However, soon, Wei Hong calmed down, not because he was fearless, but because he saw the soldiers who were lying on the wooden wall in the front row at this time, they were surprisingly calm, and some of them were joking with each other at this moment, although Wei Hong didn't understand their accents, but he knew that the soldiers were saying some jokes that were not taboo, obviously these soldiers were not weak and not afraid.

When Wei Hong saw this, he immediately calmed down, he knew that these Ming military households and Japanese ronin guards, the big array he had seen in his life should be more terrifying than this.

Yes, especially those military households of the Ming Dynasty, according to Wei Hong's understanding, some of them were subordinates of Li Guodong in the past, some were subordinates of Emperor Yongli, and some were military households of Zuo Liangyu, a famous general in Huguang, and even some of the Dashun army of King Chuang from northern Shaanxi.

For them, the armies they had fought against in the wilderness included the Guanning Iron Cavalry of the Ming Dynasty, the Eight Banners of the Han Army, and the real Manchurian cavalry.

As for Chen Jiujin, the first class leader of the teaching class that he had always admired, this young man who was only four years older than him was calmly assisting his comrades-in-arms to sort out the bullet packs at this time......

So the young Wei Hong was suddenly a little moved, but also a little relieved, he secretly said in his heart, this descendant of the military family from the foot of the Great Wall Boundary Lingkou, if he did not have extraordinary courage and perseverance, how could he be crushed to this barbaric place in the South Seas......

"Steady!"

"Don't empty your guns!"

"Aim at the enemy!"

"Spearmen go to the wall!"

"Shield hand on the wall!"

So Wei Hong's shouting of the order became more and more calm, at this time he was carefully observing the best opportunity to fire, and a moment later, when he found that several people in the charging crowd suddenly stopped charging and began to take off their bows, ready to shoot arrows, he knew that this was the best distance to shoot.

"All fire!"

Wei Hong finally shouted and gave the order.

In an instant, a gray-white smoke rose from the wooden wall, followed by a shocking roar, at this distance, the hit rate of the 57-style rifle was really high, the first salvo, the tribe warriors who charged at the front were almost unspared, more than 20 people fell into the half-human-high artemisia grass as weakly as a cloth bag, however, the warriors who followed behind these warriors were not deterred by such a blow, obviously they thought that since they had rushed to this distance, the other party would definitely not have a chance to fire a second shot.

Then the next thing is hand-to-hand combat by the wooden wall.

However, they were mistaken, and before the warriors behind had run a few steps, a second roar sounded from the wooden wall, and this time, more people fell.

Then came the third, fourth, fifth......

The average time from the bolt to the loading of the Type 57 rifle is about seven to eight seconds, but Wei Hong and Chen Jiujin can reach five seconds, and the average time for other trained riflemen is six to seven seconds.

A distance of 100 meters, for a well-trained hunter, it only takes about 20 seconds to run in a straight line, but the natives obviously do not run like this on the battlefield, because the enemy on the battlefield will attack you with various projectile weapons, so it is common sense to take a zigzag route, dodge attacks while approaching the enemy, and sometimes stand with a posture.

The former moves to avoid the attack of the shooting weapon, while the latter moves to conceal oneself and see the situation ahead, which is also the habitual action of the hunters.

Obviously, the disadvantage of this is that it delays the time to engage the enemy.

Still, if the opponent is an army with arquebuses and bows and spears, this is not a serious delay, but will interfere with the opponent's attack.

So this group of fighters, who did not understand the rate of fire of the opponent's firearms, took twice as long as running in a straight line to complete this 100-meter sprint.

However, more than 40 seconds on the battlefield are enough to change lives, fate, and the world.