Fang Laosan was stunned, he didn't expect that it was Hongyi who came this time. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

I heard that Hongyi is very tall, with red hair, like a red-haired ghost. These red Yiru hairs drink blood and eat raw meat, just like wild beasts. Hongyi's fleet plundered the coast of Fujian for a long time and killed many Ming people. I don't know how many red hairs came this time, and whether the red hairs that came were powerful.

Fang Laosan arrived at the assembly point with forty of his men, and the commander Zheng Hui was there with his waist crossed to boost morale.

"The red hairs only came with a few hundred people, so it's not worth mentioning. We've even killed Tartars, so how can we be afraid of these hundreds of red hairs? Zheng Hui paused and said loudly: "I just want all the men and horses on their ship to get off the boat, so that we can take their ship by killing them." ”

Hearing Zheng Hui's words, the soldiers laughed and gradually became less nervous.

Zheng Hui waved his hand and said: "This batch of red hairs probably suddenly discovered our camp, they looked down on us, and they were probably ready to come in and grab a handful." Let's give them a little color to see! Let them know that we're not to be messed with. ”

"Two companies of 400 men stood behind the trench, and when the red fur came to rush the trench, we beat them all to death in front of the trench."

At this time, the three big ships in the harbor outside had already left the harbor and headed north, and there was nothing to grab outside the camp. After the red hair gets off the boat, it is estimated that he will go straight to the camp. There are pigs, sheep, cloth, iron tools, grain and other materials in the camp, and if these materials are robbed by the red hair, the matter of opening up Taiwan will be yellow.

The two company commanders shouted orders and began to arrange the team. Soldiers and officers ran to their tents, put on their armour, took out their rifles and ammunition, and then ran out to take sides. Fang Laosan's platoon of forty people had always dared to fight, but at this time they were arranged at the forefront of the west of the camp, and forty soldiers stood on the front line in three columns.

Fang Laosan was wearing an officer's uniform and holding a steel knife and stood next to the team to command.

The military winter clothes of the soldiers of Fanjiazhuang and the mandarin duck jackets of the Ming Dynasty are the same color, and they are both dyed red. However, in order to adapt to the needs of the shooting array in a dense formation, the hem and cuffs of the Tiger Division's military uniform were made very small. The left and right plackets of the military uniform are buttoned together and are very strong. The pants are relatively wide, and under the pants are long leather boots that are easy to off-road. The soldier wore a leather belt around his waist, and a regular bullet pouch hung from the belt, making the whole outfit look close to the modern military uniform of later generations.

The color of the officer's clothing is a little darker than the soldier's uniform. Although the soldiers and officers were wearing captured chain mail, the color of the garments below could be seen through the gaps in the iron armor. Another distinction between officers and soldiers is the helmet tassels: the platoon leader's tassels are blue, unlike the soldiers' red tassels. The company commander is yellow, the battalion commander is green, the regiment commander is black, and the division commander Li Zhi's tassels are white.

At this time, Fang Laosan was standing on the far right of the team in a crimson military uniform, with a set of chain mail on the outside of the military uniform and a blue tassel armor on his head.

Fang Laosan waited behind the trench for half an hour before he saw the Hongyi sailors walking slowly.

These Hongyi sailors were very tall, and generally a head taller than the soldiers of the trapped regiment. They wore wide-brimmed hats on their heads, skirt-like military uniforms, a coffee-colored jacket over it, and a bag diagonally over them. Most of the Hongyi soldiers were holding arquebuses and holding an arquebus stand in their hands. Some of the Red soldiers were armed with spears to protect the arquebusiers.

Like the trapping regiment on the mountain, the Hongyi soldiers also lined up in three rows. The first two rows of soldiers were arquebusiers, and the last row of soldiers were spearmen.

Fang Laosan took a closer look, only to find that these red hairs were not all red-haired, some were blonde, and some were black-haired.

There were about 800 Hongyi sailors, and they stood at the bottom of the hill and observed the top of the hill for a while. Obviously, it was the trenches that made the Hongyi officers below the mountain a little suspicious, and they gathered in front of the military column to discuss for a while.

Fang Laosan raised his right hand and shouted, "Rifle load!" ”

Forty soldiers quickly finished reloading their bullets and aimed their guns at Hongyi below the hill.

Several Hongyi generals discussed for a while, and finally decided to storm the mountain. I only heard the Hongyi officers shouting something at the soldiers, and the snare drums in the Hongyi army sounded. In the beat of the drums like firecrackers, the Hongyi soldiers held their arquebuses and pressed towards the 400 soldiers of the trap regiment on the hill.

Two hundred paces, one hundred and eighty steps, one hundred and sixty steps, one hundred and forty steps, the Hongyi soldiers entered the range of the trapping regiment. Fang Laosan roared: "The first column shoots!" ”

Thirteen rifles erupted tongues of fire, and thirteen soldiers staggered, crooked in the thick fog from the bolts. After the shot, the soldier took a cursory look at the results of the shot and quickly retreated from the right.

As soon as Fang Laosan's first column finished shooting, another platoon next door also began to fire a salvo. Soon, all eight platoons completed the first column salvo.

The Dutch sailors who were advancing to the beat of the drums seemed to be named, and one by one they fell. Before the Hongyi sailors could understand what was going on, dozens of them fell in pools of blood, moaning and convulsing, screaming and screaming. The red hair that was still alive in the front row was splashed with blood, and the whole person turned red.

The white smoke on the hill was thick, and everywhere there was a choking smell of saltpeter gunpowder

Fang Laosan took his eyes to look at Hongyi in front of him, and felt that they were stunned all of a sudden. The Hongyi didn't expect that the Ming people on the mountain also had arquebuses, and they could fight so far. There is no arquebus so powerful in Europe, and it is lucky that a European arquebus can hit a dense enemy in a formation at a height of 150 yards, or more than 130 meters.

Even the Hongyi drummer, who was playing the drum, stopped the drum beat all of a sudden, not knowing whether to continue moving forward.

Finally the Dutch officer jumped out and shouted something. The Dutch plucked up their courage and marched up the hill again.

Fang Laosan sneered and raised his left hand. To his left, the thirteen riflemen in the second column had already aimed at the red hair, just waiting for Fang Laosan to give the order.

"Shoot!"

Fang Laosan's platoon once again preempted the other platoons and began the second column of shooting. Thirteen bullets shot towards the red-haired line, shooting bloody flowers on the Hongyi soldiers who were advancing against the rain of bullets. The sailors from Europe were accustomed to firing arquebuses, and they simply did not wear armor against cold weapons. Mini tore through the clothes and skin of these Europeans with ease, burrowed into the flesh and stirred violently.

Fang Laosan's side, other platoons also began to shoot. Amid the crackling of gunfire, the Dutch soldiers at the foot of the hill fell one by one. After a few screams, one by one they fell to the ground like soulless pillars and rolled down the hillside to the bottom of the mountain. (To be continued.) )