Walter Raleigh swears to God that he has never experienced such a bad afternoon. The entire camp was surrounded, and the outside was full of Indians painted in colorful oil paints. They were so numerous that they completely ignored the more than 100 people in the triangle siege. It's just that in order to avoid the bullets in the siege, they still use the surrounding jungle to do basic concealment.

However, despite their backward technology, large, medium and small slingshots can still be made. With such improvised instruments, they easily threw something that was easy to burn into the besieged city. These slimy stuff in coconut shells look like latex cut out of the trunk of some kind of tree.

Although it sounds rough, the burning effect is unusually good, and the triangle siege will soon be full of sparks! Enraged, Rowley had people extinguish the fire with dirt and a rifle to fight back, but judging by the density of the throws, such resistance had little effect.

Crying had begun to be heard in the camp, and some timid young masters had begun to pray and cry, regretting why they had come here.

Outside the siege, some Indians had already begun to try to attack the barracks, and under the tremendous pressure of death, the already timid people began to fight back desperately!

An Indian warrior threw a short spear with a sharp whistling sound, spinning like a meteor towards an English sailor named Glenn! Glenn was quick to react, trying his best to make a mistake to the left, and the short spear grazed his right arm, bringing up a puddle of blood!

Glenn was furious, regardless of the pain, he raised his gun and pulled the trigger, and the Indian who threw the short spear was immediately killed on the spot because he exposed his body! But just a few seconds later, Glenn's body began to crumble! Short spears are poisonous!

After a few more seconds, Glenn finally "plopped" and fell to the edge of the wall, and began to spit out white foam uncontrollably, trembling violently up and down! At the same time, his eyes rolled white, his face turned purple, and soon he had difficulty breathing, until he suffocated, until he became stiff......

Such a scene was played out at any time in the Triangle Siege, and the Indians began to fight in full swing, and the established British often had only time to fire a shot, and they had to engage the fierce Indians in close combat!

The number of people in the walls began to decrease dramatically, and by this time there were less than a hundred! Raleigh held a saber in his right hand and stabbed in the chest of an Indian who tried to assault him! Immediately after that, he made a mistake, flashed the flying machine, raised his left hand and shot it, and immediately knocked the pitcher on his back to the sky!

He exhaled a breath of hot air, listening to the "Chamcham" constantly called by the Indians outside, and his heart was extremely desperate! Hell, why did you explore Naroanoke Island in the first place! It's a ...... to provoke this demon But what's the use of thinking about it now?

Watching the Indians rush from the beach to their triangular siege like a tide, Raleigh's heart was full of helplessness. Too much! That's too much! The environment here is so bad, how can it feed so many elite combat power?

It's over, I think I'm Walter Raleigh all my life, how could I die in this corner? It's hard to put on the most powerful man in Britain, and he hasn't shown his ambitions yet, is this going to end like this?

Raleigh's left hand trembled nervously, he lowered his head, looked at the pistol in his left hand, and kept the last bullet for himself!

Raleigh thought.

Just as he slowly raised his left hand, suddenly, there was a continuous roar from the beach! That's the sound of artillery fire! Raleigh's heart suddenly became extremely absurd, wow, this is too bullying! These natives even have cannons! It sounds like the roar of a cannonball weighing at least twenty-eight pounds, and you're besieging it...... At most, it's a wall, and I'm afraid it won't survive a round!

The cannonballs fell, but instead of hitting the city walls as expected, they brought up a shower of blood on the beach of the coast! Raleigh's closed eyes slowly opened, and he was a little unresponsive. At this time, the second round of shells arrived, and with it the screams of the Indians!

It's reinforcements! Reinforcements!

Raleigh suddenly reacted and shouted, "Reinforcements are coming!" Reinforcements are coming! Above! Above! Above! ”

The remnants of the sailors were hopeless again, and they did their best to completely suppress the momentum of the feared Indians! These smeared colorful guys began to become frightened, and even the "Chamcham" that they had been shouting in their mouths was not so confident! Gradually, they began to retreat sporadically, and eventually evolved into a mass escape!

Unfortunately, the coastline has been ruled by a large number of warships, and their small sampans have been smashed to pieces by the sides of the big ships! The Indians who stayed behind on the ship also desperately fled ashore, and under the sound of gunfire on the ship, they desperately fled to the inland jungle!

Raleigh was almost in tears! My God! You are really my dearest person! In the most perilous moment of my life, you sent a messenger to save me from fire and water! I will believe in you! Amen!

In Raleigh's excited and congested vision, the Indians fled like big monkeys in clothes into the woods half a mile away from the triangle siege that had not yet had time to be cleared! It's finally over! Rowley secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

......

Standing on the boat, I saw that the Indians had begun to flee, and immediately gave the order to stop the musketeers from continuing to shoot, but to order the artillery to continue to extend into the distance and block the direction of these Indians to flee!

"Sir, why don't you just destroy them? It's ...... like this," the Nine Ghosts asked suspiciously.

I stared at the smoke rising in the distance, and sighed softly, "Kill the ring, it's better not to act too much!" ”

My will was carried out very well, and a large number of * were punched into an almost neat arc, and the center of the circle was my flagship, and the radius was the range of the shells currently set.

The edge of the forest began to burn like a cut pizza, and the Indians had to stay in this "pizza" honestly to avoid the danger of being hit by shells.

The cannon roared, and I could almost imagine what kind of fear was in the hearts of the Indians in the jungle! And the incessant roar also carried my thoughts far, far away.

In order to exercise my courage and practical experience, when I was twelve years old, Uncle Suzuki took me and spent a lot of money to come to the country of Maozi, specifically, we went to Che*chen.

I vaguely remember that we got off the cargo ship, took the train, and then changed to a car, a very old pickup. Uncle Suzuki and I sat in the back of the car and were carried by a bearded man named Sisivich who walked for I don't know how long.

In the early morning of that day, I was awakened by a loud roar from the rickety car! What's going on? With that violent explosion, I almost felt my soul tremble with it! Not to mention the buzzing bodies and canopies that are shaken!

"It's here!" Uncle Suzuki smiled and waved at me, and as Sisivic lifted the curtain on the back of the car, he raised his hand, put the scarf around his neck over his face, and said to me angrily, "Hurry up and learn my movements!" Come on! ”

I was in a daze, completely unaware of what he meant. What is this doing? At this moment, a heavy shell fell fifty meters from our body! Large chunks of stone, rubble and shrapnel shattered into small pieces rained down on us!

Uncle Suzuki shouted, "Hurry up! If you don't want to die! ”

I understand that! I immediately stood up, and after seven years of training, I was still a very agile child, and I pulled up my neck around my face, and followed Uncle Suzuki out of the car and ran towards a building on the side of the street!

And the old pickup truck that leaked everywhere seemed to be running for its life, and disappeared without a trace.

Watching it leave, my heart fluttered in my heart. When I was sitting in the car, I swore to myself countless times that from now on, when I had the final say, I would never want to ride in such a broken car again!

But when I left the body and entered the chaos and war-torn city, I realized how safe and warm the rough benzene body made of tin was!

We burrowed into the nearest dwelling, which was empty, and all the humanoids could be classified as corpses. I almost threw up, but Uncle Suzuki didn't seem to stop, but continued to run inside until I came to a ruin where black smoke was still emitting from the ground!

He motioned for me to stay where I was, but he looked back and forth to see if it was safe before returning to me and sitting down against the wall. I sat down in the same way, but my heart was still beating violently!

The sound of shells around me came and went, and Uncle Suzuki lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and looked at me with a smile. I asked, "Uncle Suzuki, why did we stop here?" It doesn't look so ...... here Safe! ”

Uncle Suzuki took a hard puff on his cigarette, then threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stepped on it with his foot before looking at me and saying to me with an almost sacred look: "Remember, young man, shells don't fall twice in the same crater!" I brought you here to tell you that sometimes the most dangerous place in this world is ......"

At this moment, a shell exploded less than ten meters from us! The broken wall behind us was suddenly torn off again! It was as if my head had been pounded with a sledgehammer, buzzing, and I couldn't hear anything! It's like water in your ears, and you can't pick up the fluctuations of sound waves outside!

After a long time, I gradually eased up, and Uncle Suzuki patted the dirt on his head before he continued, "It's the most dangerous place!" ”

Me: "......"

In the next few days, we spent the next few days under the bombardment of Maozi's artillery and aviation. At first, I would be so frightened by the fall of the cannonballs that I couldn't control my emotions at all. By the time the shells fell, I was able to roll over and go back to sleep, while my ears were still alert and listening to the sounds not far away!

During this time, we had to use our silenced weapons to fight back in order not to be taken hostage by the local guerrillas, and this was the first time I killed someone with my own hands, and I couldn't help but vomit afterwards.

But the effect is very obvious, war is really the best teacher for soldiers, and by the time Maozi's ground forces began to advance in full force, and gradually took control of this area called Dagestan, I had become a partisan who could predict the impact point by listening to the sound, and at the same time dared to use the terrain to fight with those guerrillas who didn't know what to say.

Later, two of us "tourists" were "rescued" by Maozi's ground forces, and after identifying ourselves, we were transported all the way to Khabarovsk in a military vehicle, and then boarded the ship and returned to Nagasaki.

In this situation, it seems that there is just a reversal of identity, I am like the gunner at that time, and the Indians have changed my role.

As soon as the forest was "ploughed" into a semicircle by shells and it was determined which Indians could not escape, I immediately gave the order to stop the shelling! The death squads took the lead, and our team surrounded the Indians from three directions!