Less than eighty paces away, those indigenous soldiers were already starting to be a little impetuous!

Less than sixty paces away, the Dutch sergeants could no longer control the restlessness of the indigenous soldiers.

Less than fifty paces away! Several indigenous soldiers couldn't help but rush out of the crowd, and were hugged by some of their fellow clansmen who were still sober around them.

The Dutch sergeants, on the other hand, had quietly moved their feet from the forefront to the middle of the indigenous soldiers.

It's less than forty paces away!

"Bang! Bang! ”

Two dull muskets rang out, but the two black soldiers couldn't stand the pressure and couldn't help but pull the trigger, and the projectile flew over the crowd, not knowing where it flew.

"Bastard, which musket did you fire?!"

Captain Bader was about to have a seizure, but there was no chance of a seizure.

The two gunshots became the last straw that crushed the camel, and the breathless Gaoshan soldiers, who had been suppressed by the pressure brought by the Nanzhong Army's step-by-step advance, finally found a way to vent.

"Kill!"

One of the soldiers let out a strange scream first, and rushed out with a spear in his hand!

As his figure grew, hundreds of indigenous soldiers let out strange screams, and the terrible and strange cries echoed in Guo Huaiyi's ears, making him shudder a little. "This group of students, I don't know how many heads to hunt this time!"

has been living in Dayuan for a long time, Guo Huaiyi is still very familiar with the habits and actions of this group of students, and he began to worry about the group of soldiers in front of him. There were only a few hundred people, and more than half of them were firecrackers. Facing the life of more than 1,000 people, and the hands are all excellent Nanzhong swords and guns, the tragic Cheng of this battle can be imagined!

"Fire!"

Following Huang Wen's command, the soldiers, who had been indifferent to the clamor of the native soldiers, took off the firearms from their shoulders with dazzling movements and raised them in their hands. Suddenly, more than 100 firearms appeared in front of the queue.

"Bang bang! Bang! Bang bang! ”

A series of firecrackers rang out, and in the ears of the dolls in Anping Town, they were as loud and crisp as firecrackers during the New Year's holiday. However, Guo Huaiyi, who was watching the battle on the rooftop, was so frightened by the scene in front of him that he almost peed his pants!

Almost shoulder to shoulder. A beautiful salvo was played. The dense rain of bullets was less than thirty paces away, on the bodies of the indigenous soldiers who had only a layer of cotton cloth on their bodies, and the design effect was well reflected, and streams of bloody arrows sprayed out on the bodies. The projectile was filled with blood and broken flesh. The unfinished body shuttles back and forth between the body. The kinetic energy imposed on them by gunpowder is consumed.

A volley of firing guns swept down almost half of the more than 200 people who rushed to the front, and the rest of them continued to shout and rush forward with their spears.

"Second column, third column. Get ready to shoot! ”

Huang Wen was ready to give these people who didn't know whether they were alive or dead a little bit of power, so he was ruthless, and concentrated the remaining two-thirds of the fire guns to make a salvo!

After the first column fired a volley, the musketeers of the last two columns raised their muskets and prepared to fire, while the musketeers of the first column retreated to the back of the third column to reload. With the convenience of fixed cartridge ammunition and the harsh training, in just a short time when the indigenous soldiers were only a few steps away, these more than 100 musketeers had already loaded their firearms in their hands, ready to continue to bathe this group of young people with projectiles after their comrades shot!

The rest of the indigenous soldiers continued to kill with spears in a dense manner, this kind of attack without formation and queue at all, in the eyes of Huang Wen and others, was undoubtedly suicide, and it was said that there were two rows of firearms ready to meet them with a salvo, even if they also fought with spears, they might not be able to win!

However, this group of indigenous pikemen screamed and rushed over, and the shock to the people was still quite strong, and the five-meter-long mourning spear in their hands, the five-foot-long spearhead was bright and sharp, like a bamboo forest under the rising sun, flashing a dazzling light. These people are not tall in stature, but they are dark-skinned, stout and strong, and they rush so desperately that they also give people a savage and terrifying momentum!

"This group of barbarians, so fierce and not afraid of death, I don't know how to deal with the Nanzhong Army?"

In the camera, Guo Huaiyi clearly saw the hideous and distorted expressions of the indigenous soldiers, although the distance was far away, he felt the fear and helplessness in his heart, if he didn't know that he was just a bystander, he would almost turn around and run away!

"Put!"

Huang Wen's password sounded, and a burst of intense and deafening firearms shot even stronger than he had just heard sounded!

White smoke rose above the ranks of the musketeers, and through the smoke, one could see groups of indigenous soldiers, rolling and moaning on the ground, and just before the guns rang out, they were still holding their mourning guns and charging towards the enemy on the opposite side. At a distance of less than thirty paces, the flintlock pistol of the Southern Chinese Army can already penetrate the cuirass made of nine-turn steel, and even if it is not penetrated occasionally, the body inside will be used to bleed the internal organs or break the bones and bones of the body because of the huge impact force brought by the projectile.

How much more are these indigenous soldiers who have only a cotton robe on their bodies and their heads wrapped in white cloth? The projectiles moved merrily back and forth from body to body, creating a song and a song of wailing and moaning.

In just a dozen paces, the corpses and the wounded were stacked heavily, blood and moans filled people's eyes and ears, and many of the wounded who were not killed by the bullet were hit by the huge impact of the projectile and rolled to the ground, and the huge pain made them cover their wounds and howl in pain.

The two columns of musketeers fired a concentrated salvo in a kneeling and standing position, and the density of fire was more than double that of the first shot, and the indigenous soldiers had already suffered hundreds of casualties under such a blow, and the originally dense array was completely empty.

However, the rest of the indigenous soldiers, not knowing whether they were inspired by this bloody scene to have the aggressive gene in their blood, or the idea of avenging their clansmen, or with religious fanaticism, still rushed forward with guns and knives in a frenzy. In the eyes of Guo Huaiyi, who was watching the battle, many people stumbled and charged at the same time. There is also a bluish and purple intestine dragged under the lower abdomen.

According to the discipline, as in the usual training and combat, the two columns of musketeers immediately retreated quickly after firing their ammunition, making room for the first column of musketeers prepared behind them, and they retreated to the back of the line, nervously cleaning the barrels with the tong, reloading the ammunition, and preparing the ammunition for the next shot. And the column of firecrackers in front of the queue, under the orders of the captain and the captains. Together, they raised more than 100 firearms and aimed at the indigenous soldiers who pounced frantically like wounded beasts a dozen paces away.

"Put!"

Another puff of white smoke rose into the air. In the midst of a deafening loud noise, another group of indigenous soldiers was knocked to the ground, and a shot at this distance was tantamount to firing at the enemy's body. The odds of not being hit are almost as difficult as winning the jackpot of 570 million. Guo Huaiyi clearly saw that more than a dozen native soldiers holding mourning guns and desperate knives were hit by several projectiles at the same time. The tremendous impact sent their bodies flying straight out.

The indigenous soldiers were brave and fierce again. It's the same flesh and blood, when they see batch after batch of warriors of the same race being knocked to the ground, the people behind can no longer hold back the fear in their hearts. He threw down the long knife in his hand, tore the white cloth off his head, and fled to the city of Geranza with a cry and scream.

Behind them were the soldiers.

"Stop them!!"

Captain Beder clearly saw that behind the escape route of these remnants of the indigenous soldiers were countless Ming soldiers who had killed with the same spears. He didn't dare to imagine what would happen if his team was rushed in by these soldiers.

Sixty soldiers raised their arquebuses and aimed at the fleeing natives on the opposite side.

"Fire!"

The sparse projectiles did not stop the aboriginal soldiers from fleeing, but only made them more frightened and angry, and the black soldiers who still had weapons in their hands were hunted down.

At the moment when the soldier's firecracker fired a gun and hurriedly retreated to reload his firearm with ammunition, the native soldier waved his desperate knife to kill in front of him, the knife flashed, and the blood was dripping, and several soldiers were lying on the ground, and the native soldiers who had slashed them cut off their heads and raised them high!

Taking advantage of the infighting between the native soldiers and the soldiers, Huang Wen laughed twice, "Pikemen! ”

"Hah!"

The dense layers of spears in front of the formation were raised, and a sun shone on each spear!

"Onward!"

"Kill!"

The pikemen who were deployed on both flanks of the entire army all raised their spears and quickly moved to the forefront of the formation, ignoring the natives who were rolling and moaning in front of the formation, and rushed forward.

The pikemen who rushed in front raised their guns and stabbed the natives who fled in front of them, who had been frantically mixed with the soldiers.

Suddenly, the sound of the tip of the gun piercing into the body came and went, which made people feel cold and cold.

"Captain! What are we going to do? ”

A chubby sergeant ran up to Captain Beder, bleeding from his face, and asked him in an eager voice.

Captain Beder came to his senses from his panic and grabbed the sergeant in front of him. "You rush up with our soldiers, you must fight back against the Ming soldiers, otherwise, we will not be able to withdraw to the castle! They're going to hunt us down and storm the castle all the way! ”

"Can we still withdraw to the castle of Geranza?!"

The sergeant hesitated, his chubby face full of fear of death.

"You, second lieutenant! You immediately go back to the castle and order the artillery fire on the city to support our counterattack at any cost! ”

"So, what about you, Captain?!" The second lieutenant asked the sergeant with concern.

"Men of the Netherlands, follow me! Kill back this group of pagans in the East! ”

Captain Beder drew the long sword at his waist and answered his men's questions with practical actions.

Driven by him, the morale of the officers and sergeants at all levels suddenly soared, and with forty Dutchmen as the basic force, they drove the soldiers who had been frightened by the Nanzhong Army and killed by the crazy actions of the natives to move forward, and started a white-knuckle battle with the pikemen of the Nanzhong Army who rushed up!

The weapons of both sides are almost the same mourning guns!

However, after the blow of the short-range and dense volley of fire from the South and Central Army, how could the impact and blow to the Dutch army be compensated for by the bravery of a small number of people alone? The Dutch troops have lost most of their troops, among the lucky survivors. The natives were eyeing the soldiers, and many of the black soldiers were also wounded, and there were less than 200 people who could really compete with the pikemen of the Nanzhong Army who rushed in front of them.

No matter how crazy these Dutchmen are, how can they be the opponents of the South Central Army? Wearing cuirass and eight-petaled hats on their heads, the pikemen were so close together that they didn't have to worry about their sides and behind them, and they only had to do a forward thrust forward. A row of sharp spears stabbed out neatly on the neatly arranged rows, and then quickly retracted, and then pierced out neatly, like a huge porcupine. Every time the spear is stabbed. They all reaped the lives of the soldiers and the Dutch in front of them.

Almost all of them were spears attacking a soldier and a Dutch spear in front of them. Occasionally, someone was stabbed by a spear in the Dutch army and fell. Someone immediately made up behind him, and the front row was densely packed with pikemen, always keeping a few spears against a Dutchman.

In the face of such a blow, there were only Dutchmen in tweed uniforms. Leaning only on the spear and the sword in his hand. Unable to face the frantic attack of the Nanzhong Army, such as Lin Lance. The dozens of arquebuses did not seem to have much effect on the pikemen who poured in like a tidal wave, and the will of the people began to gradually crumble, especially the bloody courage of the Dutch, who had already been struck by half.

But. The Dutch are still fighting hard and trying to hold on. They knew that once they couldn't hold it anymore and were killed by this group of Ming soldiers into the city of Gelanza, then everything they did in Dayuan and everything they did in the east would be liquidated, and the Han people in Anping Town who used to pay grain and taxes would immediately pounce on them and tear them to pieces!

The two sides fought back and forth in the open space littered with corpses and wounded soldiers, with the Dutch taking a few steps forward and the South and Central Army taking a few steps forward. Each alternation left behind a dozen bodies that were bleeding and moaning on the ground.

Just as the two sides were fighting back and forth, the cannons at the head of the city began to roar, and although the huge cannonballs could not cause direct damage to the battlefield, they had a huge impact on the morale and spirit of the people who were fighting to the death.

Captain Bader stabbed his spear at one of the soldiers of the South Central Army, and was forced to take a step back by two spears from the oblique stabs, tripped over a corpse, and fell backwards on the other, and was quickly pulled up by the sergeant next to him.

"Captain, look!"

At the top of the city, a dozen Dutch soldiers and priests were laboriously pushing an eight-pounder cannon, trying to cover their retreat into the city.

"Didi, drip, drip!"

Without waiting for the cannon fire at the head of the city to sound, the retreat horn sounded on the position of the Southern Central Army.

Hearing this trumpet, the sword and shield men, who had been standing guard at the edge of the battlefield with their knives, immediately rushed to the center of the battlefield with the musketeers who had already rested for a moment and reloaded their ammunition, covering the retreat of the pikemen who were stabbing at the Dutch.

Faced with the musketeers who inflicted heavy casualties on themselves, the Dutch lost the courage to continue to rush forward, Captain Bader very decisively seized the opportunity of this confrontation, gathered the soldiers and officers who were still able to move on their own, and quickly withdrew to the castle of Geranza, at the gate of the castle, facing the soldiers of the East India Company who came out to meet them, many people felt like a lifetime away, as if this short morning was longer than their previous decades.

"My lord! Why are you blowing a trumpet to tell us to take it down?! ”

Huang Wen rushed to Zhang Xiaohu angrily, angrily threw the double-barreled short fire gun in his hand on the offering table of the queen of heaven, and questioned Zhang Xiaohu loudly.

"My brother has already scared the hell out of these red-haired people, and with a little more effort, he can rush into the city of Geranza with their butts and take this castle!"

Zhang Xiaohu raised his big head, which was carefully examining the map, and glanced at Huang Wen with small eyes.

"The lord said that I was confused, and you were more confused than me!"

He slammed the table, "I ask you, did the Dutch red-haired ghost in the castle of Geranza send someone to call for help?" Do you see a ship coming from the main island of Dayuan and the city of Batavia, with one cannon and one soldier coming? What we want is not just a city of Geranza and a big man, but the whole of Nanyang! ”

The number of heads and faces fell, and Huang Wen, who was scolding, was a little dumbfounded.

After scolding, Zhang Xiaohu changed his face again, "Huang Wen, you fought a good battle, and you gave the brothers in the Xuanwu camp a long face and fought for anger." I have ordered a document to be written and presented to the Lord about your exploits. You can rest assured, after this battle is over, the first merit of this Relansha City will definitely belong to your Xuanwu Battalion! ”

"Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir! ”

Huang Wen nodded his head like a chicken pecking at broken rice, and joy filled his whole body and mind. Since the beginning of the military merit, the most important thing in the army is the first merit and the first to ascend. The so-called first climb is the first to climb the city wall in the siege of the city, and according to modern terms, it is the first to open the breakthrough.

In the largest war of liberation in Chinese history, it also attached great importance to the troops and individuals who were the first to break through the city, such as the Linfen Brigade, Xiangyang Battalion, Luoyang Battalion and other troops.

Knowing that his troops would be credited with the first credit, Huang Wen couldn't help but feel ecstatic in his heart, and when he drank with various battalion officers in the future, he would not be ridiculed as the eighth battalion of the Grass Snake King. Lao Tzu also has dignified military exploits!

In the rumbling battle between the city and the city, Zhang Xiaohu packed a pot of tobacco and handed it to Huang Wen, "Do you know how big your results are today?" ”

"My lord, the result? Then the brothers have to count the number of beheadings! ”

"You stupid head!"

Huang Wen lit the cigarette pouch with the incense candle of the queen of heaven, and after taking two puffs, he was still in a state of ignorance.

"You idiot!"

Zhang Xiaohu hated this old subordinate in the past, "You cut so many shengfan, soldiers, and Dutch red hair, this is a war feat; Also, if you let all the artillery at the head of the city fire, our gunners will know the location of the Dutch cannons, and they can slowly pull out the artillery of this group of red-haired devils one by one! This is all thanks to the blessing of your old man's fierce assault! (To be continued......)

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