On the southern shore of Lake Titicaca, a few wisps of cooking smoke rose from the woods, and if you looked closely, you could see that under the trees were simple thatched houses, and the smoke rising from the cooking was produced by the owners of the houses.

In front of the thatched hut was an empty meadow, with seven or eight hundred old and young people in a half-circle.

He looked at the thirty or so young men with muskets in front of him.

"Bang bang bang," more than thirty gunshots rang out in succession, and the ammunition hit the big tree in front of it, shooting out some dead wood chips.

"Chief, look, musket ammunition has been fired into the tree." After the shooting, a young Indian was surprised.

The patriarch of the Indians picked up the bark of the tree that had been knocked off by the musket, and looked at the damage caused by the musket to the tree, and his tense face showed a smile of relief.

"Our friends from afar did not deceive us, and the muskets they sent were very powerful."

"With these muskets, we can hunt more prey, and the children in the village don't have to starve." An old hunter said happily.

"No, these muskets are not for hunting, I will use them to keep the village safe."

What Li Mingyuan gave them were obsolete and backward weapons, but these weapons were very precious in the hands of the Indians.

Since it was an obsolete musket, Li Mingyuan sent 1,500 rounds of ammunition, an average of 50 rounds per musket, which could last for a while if they were hunting with muskets.

"The white people are greedy hungry wolves, they have usurped our land, driven us into the desolate mountains and deep forests, we can no longer believe their lies, and we must use our own weapons to protect the safety of the village."

"Patriarch Bamosa, give me these muskets, and I will teach the warriors of the village how to use them."

A strong Indian man with a feather on his head shouted.

"Benardy, you are a warrior among the Aymara people, and I believe that you will lead a group of brave warriors."

The Indian with the feathers on his head was named Benradi, who was revered as a warrior by the tribe after killing two Bolivian soldiers and escaping from the city of Varas when the army had slaughtered the Indians a few years earlier.

Five or six miles away from the Indian village, the Bolivian army on the march heard a burst of gunfire,

"Where did the gunshots come from?" After the gunshots, the officer leading the team asked,

"Report to the sir, the gunshots are coming from the mountains and forests to the north."

"Which tribe of Indians is up to the north?"

"To the north of the mountains and forests are the Aymara tribe, whose original gathering place was near Baras, and who were later driven into the mountains to live."

"Oh, the Aymara, they are barbarians among the Indians, and the last time the rebellion was suppressed, a dozen soldiers were killed at the hands of the Aymarara."

"Sir, do you suspect that the Aymara attacked Major Bavi's troops?"

"Yes, didn't you hear the gunshots just now?"

"But the sound of gunfire is very sparse, unlike the sound of more than two hundred troops."

"It may be that Major Bavi is about to end the battle, so the gunfire has thinned out." The leading officer spoke.

"Sir, hurry up and take us there, if it's too late, everything will be robbed by Major Bavi's men."

Hearing the words of the self-master, the soldiers below immediately came to their senses.

Following others to snatch the fruits of victory is profitable and risk-free, and the enthusiasm of the soldiers is certainly high.

"Major Bavi has already defeated the Indians in front, and they are probably catching people all over the mountains now," the leading officer shouted that there were a lot of benefits waiting for the soldiers to take them, and the soldiers below heard it and shouted to help the friendly troops.

The spirit of the Bolivian soldiers was aroused, and the leading officer did not pause, and immediately led the soldiers towards the Indian village.

"Kill, rob alpacas and rob women!" Before entering the Indian village, the excited Bolivian soldiers shouted.

"What sound?" Bernardi, who had just handed out the muskets, asked.

"Benardy, look! It's whites and Mestizos! (Mestizo is the Indian term for a mulatto in Bolivia.) ）”

"Basan, go and inform the patriarch that the white army is coming to attack us." Bernardi clenched the musket in his hand and shouted to the Indians beside him: "All the warriors go to the fence to stop the enemy and cover the retreat of the old and young of the clan." ”

The attack of the Bolivian soldiers was very sudden, although they revealed their identities in advance, but by the time Bernardi led more than 100 young Indians to the wooden fence, more than 20 Bolivian soldiers had already climbed over the fence and were about to rush towards the village.

"Shoot." Bernardi shouted, followed by a burst of gunfire, "pounced" seven or eight Bolivian soldiers who were shot by muskets and fell to the ground.

The sudden firing slowed down the attack of the Bolivian soldiers, who did not expect that the lagging Indians also had muskets.

The results of the first round of shooting of the Indians were not satisfactory, and more than thirty muskets wounded only seven or eight enemies, and the hit rate was very low.

The results of the first round of shooting made him very anxious in the eyes of Benardy.

There were very few Indians who could use muskets, and even more than one could master the art of musket shooting, and less than ten of the more than thirty improvised musketeers had touched muskets before, and that was a few years ago, when Bernardi killed two Bolivian soldiers and then trained with the muskets he had snatched, so that eight or nine Indians could come into contact with muskets.

"Stop them." While the Indians were shooting, the Bolivian soldiers outside the fence continued to pour in, and when the Indians finished shooting the ammunition in the muskets, more than 20 Bolivian soldiers entered the fence.

The wooden fence was the most advantageous tool of protection for the Indians, and if the enemy was allowed to cross the wooden fence now, the Indians in the village would have a very miserable fate.

An Indian who was blocked in front of the wooden fence was besieged by two Bolivian soldiers, and just as he used the bayonet on his musket to block the attack of one of the soldiers, the other soldier stabbed the bayonet into his body, and the Indian in pain tried to fight back, but was stabbed in the heart by the soldier who came up behind, and then fell to the ground weakly.

The Bolivian soldiers shot as they advanced, and within a few minutes, less than half of the 100-odd Indians who arrived first were still on their feet.

However, their sacrifice was meaningful, the sacrifice of more than fifty Indian youths bought time for the Indians who came later, and under the leadership of the patriarch, all the men in the entire Indian village who could afford to carry weapons rushed to the battle between the two sides, and the Indians took advantage of the numerical advantage to temporarily drive the Bolivian soldiers out of the fence, and the two sides temporarily stopped fighting across the fence.

The short fighting took a toll on both sides, as the attacking side of the Bolivian soldiers who entered the fence in front of them lost more than 40 killed and wounded more than 20, while the Indians suffered even greater casualties, more than 180 wounded, a little less dead than the Bolivian soldiers, more than 30 killed.

During the interval of the battle, the old patriarch looked at the clansmen who had suffered heavy casualties, and couldn't help but feel sad in his heart, he didn't understand why the white officers and soldiers were attacking them, there were more than 400 soldiers outside the fence, and the whole village couldn't make up enough 800 people even if the old men were counted, in the battle just now, there were already more than 200 Indians killed and wounded, and the men who could resist the enemy's attack were less than 600 at most,

It was impossible for more than 600 old and wounded soldiers to repel more than 400 Bolivian soldiers, and even if the Bolivian soldiers were just ordinary security forces, they were still much better armed than the Indians with bows and arrows and a few muskets.

The disparity in strength between the enemy and us was too great, and the old patriarch was sad and indignant: "The great sun god save your people!" ”

The sun god was the most worshipped deity of the Indians, but when the Western colonizers slaughtered the Indians, the gods did not manifest, let alone at this time.

The old patriarch was bitter and sad in his heart, and he still comforted his people with a calm look on his face.