As they shouted loudly, Sharif and Goodale looked out over the hillside about two hundred paces to the northwest, and could see the Xia army on the other side standing still, armed with dark birds.

Goodale was a little strange about their arrangement, the officers and soldiers were in front, and the spearmen were behind, which was nothing, the key was the thinness of their ranks. There were only one hundred and sixty birdmen on each side, divided into four tiers of forty men each, and the same number of spearmen behind them.

Can 300 soldiers on each side withstand the continuous attack of his own army? Well, there are still some thistles scattered in front of the gap of more than a dozen steps on each side, and in front of the thistles, a few shallow trenches are dug slightly, and the excavated soil is piled up into a low wall on the spot.

A number of skirmishers with bird's guns could be seen patrolling the rear area. If your own army attacks, you can only go straight to the opponent's bird position, otherwise there will be a trench and thistle terrestris to block. It will also be hit by the opponent's skirmishers.

However, in Goodall's imagination, under the impact of his own crowd tactics, the opponent's arrangement can only be useless. Of course, he did not dare to underestimate the enemy, the other party was well-equipped, the army was tightly organized, and there was no panic under the siege of his own army.

Sharif, who was next to him, looked fiercely at the iron armor of the Nanyang army on the hillside, with an excited look in his eyes, and muttered in his mouth: "With so many armors and magical firearms, if they are defeated, my Keshali in Nanyang will be more able to make those small countries obediently offer the best women and possessions to themselves." ”

The soldiers who shouted were already parched, but there was no movement on the hillside. The war can only end before the arrival of today's Nanyang reinforcements, although their side is not good at night fighting, if it is tomorrow, the follow-up army of the Nanyang Army may follow.

The strikers had been chosen, and to the east and north, twenty infantry teams were thrown in one go, from more than fifty tribes and tribes.

This is an early attack of 1,000 men per team and 10,000 men on each side, followed by a steady stream of soldiers and horses. Sharif believed that without the help of his own Javanese soldiers, these young tribes who followed could solve each other, and the Xia soldiers on the hillside were also flesh and blood, they would also bleed and be tired, as long as the offensive continued, I don't believe they could stop it.

"Attack!"

Sharif passed the general's order, and the bandits echoed it, and their cries of one after another stretched out, as if the whole Pingchuan was their shouting.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

The chief of a large tribe of the death squad in the north drew his saber and shouted hoarsely.

The dense spears were raised, and under the spears, there were all naked upper bodies, most of these people were young and strong people of the Nanyang minority among the thieves, they were either yellow and thin, or ragged, compared with the Javanese tribes, they had not yet received the fruits of the plunder, except for the spears and weapons in their hands, they had not yet received the dividends of other wars, but at this time their eyes were flashing with fanatical looks.

They were quite jealous that the Javanese people could wear colorful clothes and grab so much gold and silver, and they also wanted to use this war to grab some noble things and go back to show off to the people around them.

They shouted slogans in unison, and many of them vigorously beat their not strong chests, and pressed the black pressure towards the hillside.

Seeing the bandits coming from all over the mountains, their eyes were full of spears shining with cold light, and their tidal cheers continued to enter their ears. Duan Shuchang rubbed his face, exhaled deeply, and ordered, "Prepare for battle!" ”

"Prepare for battle!"

The Chinese officer took the general's order and shouted, and then the echoes of the officers came from all sides of the hillside: "Prepare for battle!" ”

"Beat the drums!"

The heart-pounding drumbeat sounded.

"Musketeers, get ready to shoot!"

"Light the Rope!"

"First Floor Ready!"

Accompanied by the drums of war, the sound of orders from officers on all sides kept coming.

Amid the commotion, the first platoon of musketeers of the 1st Squadron and the 2nd Squadron, which were defending the east and north sides of the hillside, all threw down their firearms and concentrated on aiming at the approaching bandits.

In the gap of more than a dozen paces of defense between the east and the north, as a reserve of the sharp battalion, they had several musketeers in it, and they also occupied the favorable terrain of the hillside, and they were all masters of relatively accurate marksmanship, and they were drawn out separately for the purpose of sniping the enemy's officer leaders, or intercepting the enemy troops approaching the low wall trenches and the thistle terrestris area.

"Kill!"

When they were about to rush a hundred paces, the couges shouted, shouted with all their might, and rushed towards them with their spears in their arms.

The squadron leader on the left side of the firecracker drew his sword, pointed diagonally forward, paused, and spat out a vicious word in his mouth: "Release!" ”

Then his voice was drowned out by the deafening sound of firecrackers, and dozens of firecrackers spewed out fierce firelight, and immediately the blood mist shot out from the bodies of the Tukou in front of them, and they staggered and rolled to the ground one by one, and the smell of blood and the terrible howl spread very much.

There was a sound of metal, and after the front row of the first squadron of firecrackers finished discharging the guns, they immediately took the guns with medicine from the hands of the firecrackers in the back row with their right hands, and turned the empty guns behind with their left hands. The guns were passed in rows, and when they reached the back row, the firecrackers quickly drew their canes and loaded them with cartridge ammunition.

It is inconvenient to pick up the team in front and back on the hillside, so Duan Shuchang's firecrackers use the tactics of firearms rotation, and the Nanyang soldiers are trained maturely, whether it is several rows of rotational shooting, or the tactics of firearms rotation, they are all very proficient, and the use of any tactics can be at their fingertips.

More than a dozen of the rogues who charged on this side fell, and the rest roared wildly, looking like they were dying.

"Put!"

Only a moment later, the second shot sounded again, followed by the third, fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh...... The sound seemed to never stop, and those Bandit death squads couldn't even rush within forty paces of the first squadron's defensive line.

The corpses slowly piled up, the wounded were lying all over the ground, the blood flowing out was everywhere, the front of the first squadron was already filled with white smoke, and the choking smell of gunpowder smoke and blood spread everywhere, and the Chinese wanted to vomit.

There were also some tribal leaders, most of whom carried waist knives and shields. Heaven is fair, whether it is a leader or an ordinary bandit, under the fire of the Nanyang Army, they are all treated equally, and they are killed and knocked to the ground one by one.

Among the corpses and wounded, most of them were in the area in front of the firecrackers, and the postures of the dead and wounded were different. There were thistles on both sides of the hillside, and the low walls and ditches blocked it, and the charging bandits involuntarily rushed to the side of the firecrackers, and they were huddled together and became good targets.

Looking at the death of their companions, and smelling the thick smell of blood, those fanatical bandit death squads came to their senses.

They are ordinary young and strong in the tribe, they have not received much training, and when a sharp spirit is there, they are extremely fierce. After the sharp spirit is gone, all kinds of timidity, fear and negative emotions immediately come to their hearts, and many people have no faces, and they have already made up their minds to retreat.

With this kind of thought, how can there be the original ferocity? These thieves have hesitated to move forward. The casualties are too great, but they can't even rush dozens of steps in front of the opponent's formation, how can this battle be fought? And why did the bird guns of the Nanyang soldiers in front of them keep ringing, and they were so powerful?