Finally, after knocking out a dozen Guarani, the fastest enemy had rushed closer. At this time, without Niu Dacheng's orders, the militiamen, who had trained countless times, skillfully pulled out the 41-year-old steel bayonet from their waists, put it on the joint under the barrel, twisted it twice, and the interface was stuck, and then they met the rushing enemy with the blade of the gun that was much higher than the people.

The flesh is open, the blood is splashing, and the hand-to-hand white-knuckle combat is a great test of human courage, and these country militias of the people of the East Coast have not received the discipline of the regular army, so they should not have such courage. But considering that behind them were their wives and children, the tragic scenes of the women and children killed by the Guarani in the past were still vivid, and they had no way to retreat at this moment with great courage and strangled with these barbarians with red eyes.

A striking red flag had been raised on the top of a mixed civil turret at the entrance of the village, and the sentries were striking the bell vigorously. The whole village was boiling at this time, several riders stepped on their horses and went to the neighboring villages and townships to ask for help, and the militia director and a few key veterans shouted at the top of their voices. Beside the pigsty, by the well, in the cowshed, and in the orchard, adult men rushed into the house, shouldered their rifles and packed their ammunition bags under the nervous gaze of their wives and children, and then hurried to the west of the village to gather under the big pine tree.

After hastily gathering about 20 people, the militia chief asked two veterans to rush to reinforce the brothers who were fighting hard in the field. It was only two or three hundred meters away from the place of battle between the two sides, and it could be reached in an instant, and he gathered the militia that came one after another.

Reinforcements of the militia soon arrived at the site of the fighting. By this time, the frenzied Guarani had surrounded the small chariot formation, and they were engaged in a white-handed confrontation with the East Coast militia with wooden spears and Spanish swords, and the scene was extremely tragic. However, due to the narrow range of the formation, only some of them were able to participate in the battle, and the remaining dozens of people were in a hurry to work on the periphery but could not do anything, and some people carried arquebuses and wanted to shoot only to find that almost all of them were their own people. It makes them hate and be depressed. Obviously, these Guarani were less tactically literate, and the methods of warfare that the Spaniards had taught them were not fully learned.

Patrolman Niu Dacheng and another veteran who were surrounded in the middle took the time to shoot out with a loaded pistol, and from time to time threw a thin iron bomb into the crowd, causing the almost naked barbarians to cry wolf. Twenty or so of them had already fallen, and the casualties were already difficult for them to bear.

The reinforced militia fired a volley from afar, knocking out four or five Guarani wandering around the perimeter. They were rather shocked by the arrival of reinforcements from the East Coasters so quickly. At this time, the number of people on both sides on the battlefield was almost the same, and the leader of the Guaraní was a little entangled, not knowing whether to immediately end this futile, or even to say that the attack was defeated. Or keep at it.

They were a tribe that had fled from the south, and the people of the East Coast there were quite murderous - in fact, everywhere they were just as "murderous." Their tribe was destroyed, their homes were occupied by the East Coasters, adult men were killed in battle, and women, women and children were taken away by the East Coasters, and their whereabouts are unknown. The remnants of them migrated to the north. They had just passed a few months of good life after receiving relief from the Spanish missionaries, when they did not expect that the East Coasters had built a new castle and settlement nearby. This plunged them into a deep state of despair.

But fortunately, the Lord has not forsaken them. The almighty missionaries brought them weapons and taught them how to use them and some rudimentary tactics. Then, together with several neighboring tribes, with the encouragement of the missionaries, they attacked the weakly defended settlements of the East Bankers.

However, the settlements of the East Coast are not so easy to fight. Not to mention that each of their villages has built a turret with a mixed civil and engineering structure, and many militiamen live in the turret every night. The uniform style of the village's sturdy brick houses made it easy for these Guaraní people to be blinded, and they could not stay in the village for long. That would be surrounded at any time, so in general attacking the villages of the people on the east coast at night would not give them any advantage. Even most of the time such operations were unsuccessful, because the East Coasters lost only a few or no men, but they often suffered several times as many casualties.

Such actions have come several times. The Guarani, who were already underpopulated by the heavy predations of the São Paulo, were overwhelmed and soon abandoned the folly of attacking the enemy's villages, destroying their crops, livestock, and even roads. But the Spanish missionaries were apparently dissatisfied with their petty actions, and insisted that they exterminate the hateful heretics and heretics. They had no choice but to attack, taking advantage of the cover of the woods to occasionally attack and kill some messengers, patrolmen, and expeditions conducting geographical surveys on the east coast. This time, when they took advantage of the "good opportunity" of the people on the east coast to harvest grass in the fields, they were about to do a big job, but suddenly they found themselves kicking the iron plate -- how did these people go to work in the fields and still carry muskets and bombs?

However, this was obviously not the time for chagrin, and the leader of the Guarani people, after seeing the reinforcements of the East Bank militia fire another volley, decisively blew the horn hanging under his neck, and then led a group of barbarian outlaws to break desperately up the mountain. The head of the militia soon arrived with reinforcements, and he gathered sixty or seventy militiamen to chase the Guarani's buttocks, and once again succeeded in forcing them to leave behind a few corpses before turning back.

"All the heads of the Guaraní people were collected and taken to the village to exchange for money." The director of the militia said with a blank face, he is also a retired veteran of the army, and even participated in the Caribbean privateer war in his early years, and his qualifications are very old, otherwise he would not have been selected by his superiors to come to this new settlement deep in the inland border.

Patrol officer Niu Dacheng wiped his face blackened by the gunsmoke, then jumped over a carriage and said to the militia chief with a slightly sad and depressed expression: "Eight dead, eleven wounded, heavy losses. Except for two people who were seriously injured, the rest of the wounded were not injured in critical parts, so it should not be a major problem, otherwise I don't know how to explain to so many family members. ”

The militia chief patted him on the shoulder, did not speak, and then turned his gaze to the inside of the car. I saw that the two apprentices of Shao Yuanyi put down the rifles on their backs and quickly handed the medicine box to Shao Yuanyi, who was standing in the car array. Shao Yuanyi opened the medicine box, took out surgical tools, disinfectant alcohol, absorbent cotton and other items and began to clean and disinfect the wounds of the wounded soldiers. As for the bodies of the five militiamen who died in the battle, they were moved out by others and placed on the ground one by one.

Eight families have lost the man who is the breadwinner! The militia chief was a little furious, his knuckles were white from excessive exertion, and he remembered every one of the hundred adult men in this village who had been trained by his own hands, from simple queue walks to volleys of platoon guns. Now that eight have died at once, how can he not be angry! Think of the dead people, the toddlers waiting to be fed and the heartbroken wives at home, how can he endure this!

A dozen or so captured Guarani wounded were bound and knelt weakly on the ground, their heads bowed down, their bodies trembling slightly. Even barbarians are not completely fearless of death, after all, they still have an incomparable attachment to life. The militia chief drew his saber from his waist, then walked behind the barbarians and slashed at the neck with all his strength. After each split, he kicked the corpse to the ground, and after seven or eight in a row, maybe it was the frightened eyes of the Guarani boy at his feet that stung him, or maybe he had finished venting the anger in his chest, only to see him directly kick over the lucky alien boy, and then slowly fell the Xueliang saber raised above his head, and the blood groove of the saber was still dripping with stinking blood.

"All the heads of the dead Guaraní were taken to the village to exchange for money, and then the money was divided equally among the five families of the dead man. The remaining Guarani captives were also sent to the township, and the Changshan Forced Labor Camp would be their final destination. After taking a deep breath, the militia director said slowly to the patrol officer Niu Dacheng: "The harvesting and sowing work cannot be stopped because of these things. In the next few days, you can help me take care of the village, and I will take the time to go to the southern capital, find the old governors, and ask them to find a way to send some troops over. We are on the front line of the inland deep in Mucaoling Township, and bandits are so frequent that the superiors are indifferent, which is really too unusual, and it is safer to ask the higher authorities to send a regular army to sit in the town. It's no fun to rely on these people in the township alone, and it's impossible for these incompetent guys to say that they will send troops from Xihu Fort or Ping'an County, so I'd better go to the south to try my luck. The Guaraní people here must do their best to solve it, otherwise everyone will not be able to settle it with peace of mind. I heard that several settlements will be built in the mountains here one after another, hmph, if you don't completely hurt and expel those Guarani people, you will wait for three days to be attacked at both ends. ”

"How can you still draw troops from above?" Patrol officer Niu Dacheng is not a person who does not know the world, I saw him say: "The Yihe area in the south is also going all out to open up to the west, I heard that the Gaoqiao horse bandits and the Charuya people play hide and seek every day, and the entire cavalry battalion and a full infantry company are pinned down there, and the military department is afraid that it will be difficult to draw out mobile troops, right?" ”

"I heard that the 35th class of students of the Guards Cadet Corps in the Corps Fort in the Xiling area have finished their courses and entered the internship stage before graduation, I want to go to the activity to see if I can transfer these cadets to our 'internship'." said the director of the militia. (To be continued......)