After seeing through the weak chicken nature of the pirates, there was a burst of whistles, cheers, and curses over the merchant house. And Mr. Lieutenant also gave a loud order at this time, ordering the small phalanx of gunners to march towards the enemy in a high-spirited posture and in a neat formation.

At this time, several strings of gunfire rang out at the same time in the rear of the pirate team. The situation was not good, Liu Zhe and the others had to shoot into the sky to stabilize the situation first. Fortunately, the subordinates all knew that the AK in the shopkeeper's hand was not a joke, and as soon as the gun sounded, everyone suddenly calmed down a lot, and then under the roar of the electric horn, they barely maintained the formation and slowly retreated backwards.

Liu Zhe beckoned the team to slowly turn in, and at the same time took out the walkie-talkie and shouted: "Is the fireteam in place?" Is the damn dead? I've done it here, the people have come out, and the gun emplacements have just fired, have you seen them? OVER。 ”

"See, Commander Liu is working hard, this side is about to act, is about to act! OVER。 Han Xiaobo's voice came from the walkie-talkie.

Hanging up the steps, Han Xiaobo smiled and said to the people around him: "I thought I could hear the line 'pull the brothers'."

Wei Yuan, who was directing people to dig sand, laughed dryly: "If people really say that, the fire on our heads should be lit when we turn around." ”

...... Han Xiaobo also realized that what he said just now was a bit inappropriate at this time, so he also laughed dryly, raised his foot and stomped on the sand on the ground a few times, and began to change the topic abruptly: "I said, this can't be the sand dunes in Xiuuletzhi Fort, right?" If it were, it would be too fatalistic. ”

"Judging from the height and distance, it should be it, otherwise we wouldn't have chosen this place to repair our position." A man who is white and pure, chubby, and doesn't look like he has worked in the army. This person's name is Wang Xiaohui, and he spent time in the army before the crossing, but he was in a certain engineering unit, and he was a technician.

The firepower detachment led by Han Xiaobo was on a sand dune southwest of the Dayuan Merchant House at this moment. The dunes are slightly higher above sea level than the Merchant House, with a distance of about 250 meters. Not far from their left front, Liu Zhezheng led a large army to slowly withdraw from the range of the Shangguan's artillery.

A rudimentary machine-gun emplacement was formed. Naturally, it was impossible to shoot from a seated position on the steamed bun-shaped dunes, and the trenches for machine gunners to fire were already dug at this time, and the heavy M2 machine guns and spare ammunition were also prepared. Han Xiaobo shook his arms and jumped off the trench: "No matter, let's him a few shuttles first!" "When you speak, you have to hold the fire.

"Hit the phalanx first." Wang Xiaohui, who was holding a telescope on the side, said.

"Don't you suppress the battery first?"

"Hurry up, man, I'll keep an eye on the fort, relax." Wang Xiaohui pursed his lips, and whispered with a little contempt to Wei Yuan, who was about to serve as the deputy shooter on the side: "In society, my brother Han, there are still a lot of cowardices. ”

After hearing this, Han Xiaobo scolded loudly, and at the same time slightly adjusted the high and low machine of the M2 with his left hand, and the next moment, his right hand tightened, and he shot out with a short shot.

The Browning M2 machine gun, in the 80s, had a rebirth upgrade. One of the best weapons companies in the world at the time, the Belgian company FN, made two key changes to the old M2 machine gun.

1: Changed the barrel to be quick-replaceable.

2: Design a high-performance 12.7mm armor-piercing explosive incendiary bomb.

It is these two classic changes that have brought the M2 machine gun, which was already facing obsolescence, back to life and keep up with the pace of modern warfare. Even in the 21st century, the M2 machine gun is still the standard equipment of more than 50 countries, including the US military.

The 12.7mm bullet fired by Han Xiaobo was manufactured by the Belgian company FN. At this moment, the bullet traveled through time and space, came to the big man, and was gently inserted from the upper left corner of the Dutch army's formation.

Celemans, a brown-haired soldier from the Belgian Collar, was cut through a bowl-sized hole in his chest by this junior precision-made bullet. 0.1 seconds later, behind his right, the poor ghost of the Principality of Luxembourg, a good brother who robbed and killed together, was half of his shoulder off by this bullet. Another 0.1 seconds passed, and Muller was diagonally behind, and Venetian Palin's abdomen was also chiseled diagonally, and kidneys and broken bones erupted from his lower back. The last unlucky ghost was Ruud from the rural town of Eindhoven, and the angle of incidence of the bullet was already very low at this time, so one of his calves flew into the distance. Poor man, until the moment before the fall he was still charging, the next second, he realized that his leg was gone.

The muscles and bones of the four adult men failed to induce the second effect of the bullet: bursting. THE WARHEAD DESIGNED TO PIERCE THE 2CM THICK STEEL PLATE OF THE TROOP CARRIER EASILY PASSED THROUGH THE FOUR MERCENARIES WEARING ONLY SHORT DUTCH LINEN SHIRTS, AND THEN BURROWED HEADLONG INTO THE SAND BEHIND THEM.

However, not everyone will have such good fortune. In the next 20 seconds, Han Xiaobo emptied a 100-round bullet chain. More than one soldier's upper body was torn apart, and in less than half a minute, the previous small phalanx was gone, replaced by a neat classical oil painting full of minced flesh and blood. Occasionally, there are dead bastards crawling around in the corpses, holding their legs in their hands.

Firing at a dense crowd with a 12.7 mm heavy machine gun was something that would not have happened in later generations. Even a five-year-old child in Sierra Leone would lie down on the ground when he heard the gunshots. However, on a 17th-century sandbank, the scene played out in full swing. The people on the walls of the merchant house were still sluggish, and 20 seconds was not enough time for the people of the Middle Ages to figure out what was going on.

The people in the machine-gun position didn't have time to be in a daze at this time. Wei Yuan put on heavy gloves and quickly removed the hot barrel with the matching special pipe wrench. The next moment, a new tungsten-chrome barrel was inserted into the barrel sleeve. After the bamboo shoot was twisted into place, Han Xiaobo lifted the top cover of the receiver, Wei Yuan stuffed the new elastic chain into the receiver through the chute, Han Xiaobo pressed down the top cover, pulled the bolt and loaded it, and then raised his thumb to indicate OK.

The entire reload process takes 20 seconds. Wang Xiaohui, who was observing from the sidelines, was already indicating the target for firing at this time, the fort in the southwest corner of the merchant house.

The scene of the battery being hit was even more gorgeous. WHENEVER A 12.7MM WARHEAD BURSTS ON THE COPPER CANNON OR IN THE CIRCULAR LOW WALL, THE ORANGE WARHEAD FLAME BURNS VISCOUS LIKE AN ABYSSAL DEMONIC FLAME.

Next, the 20 fragments prefabricated inside the warhead will be ejected back and forth in the turret, and even in the daytime, the large sparks that burst out of the bronze cannon are still clearly visible. A storm of metal fragments rippled through the semi-enclosed turret, killing all those inside in a matter of seconds. At the same moment, the black powder piled up in the fort was detonated, and the flames and white smoke rose.

A few minutes later, with the billowing white smoke rising from the two forts, the warriors who had just turned around also turned around and strode back. After entering the familiar procedure, the warriors regained their self-confidence, and they howled and strode forward, waving the weapons in their hands, and occasionally some of them used bird guns to shoot at the sky, and a few dozen people forcibly created the momentum of the army overwhelming.

Seeing that the pirate array was about to enter the range of the Dutch rifles at the head of the wall, the final moment of the battle finally came.

Wei Yuan straightened up and stood on the top of the mound with a mysterious aluminum alloy box. At this time, it was no longer necessary to expose the target, and the Dutch now only had arquebuses, and could not hit him.

The next moment, the box opened: a shot of concealment and killing, the embodiment of freedom and wildness, changed the social atmosphere, swept the global anti-thief, bridged the gap between officials and bandits, and improved the connotation of the anti-government army, the famous RPG7, the individual bazooka known as 40 fires was taken out by Wei Yuan.

Inserting an earthy yellow assault blasting grenade, Wei Yuan stood straight, knelt on one knee, and shot a hot shot at the Dutch hiding behind the wall of the merchant house in a standard marriage proposal position.

The 6-foot-thick clay fence couldn't stop the attack of the special barrier-breaking warhead, and a steamed bun-like bulge lifted the people on the wall into the air.

With the subsequent warhead of another rocket, dust rose from the sky, and the wall of the merchant house was cut through two gaps.

The pirate celestial group roared and rushed into the gap. There is still a huge electric horn behind him: "Disarm and don't kill, disarm and don't kill, those who tear up tickets indiscriminately will be killed, and those who tear tickets indiscriminately ......will be killed."

When the last soldiers on the wall who tried to resist were killed by the 7.62mm bullets fired, the Dutch, who were mentally broken, surrendered.

On the afternoon of October 18, 1627, the Dutch East India Company's Dayuan Merchant House fell.