"Damn it!" Marbury spat viciously, the twenty infantry guns in his hands were all three-pounder guns, although they were very light and fast, but their disadvantage was that their power was too small, and they could not penetrate the opponent's chest wall made of sand.

"Keep shelling!" Marbury looked back at the sky, and the distant clouds were getting closer and nearer, as if they were about to arrive in an instant, and the wind was getting wilder and wilder, and their battle flags were ringing fiercely.

Marbury didn't expect the twenty infantry guns to destroy the opponent's position, but he still hoped to make some gaps so that his men could attack more parts of the opponent and inflict more damage.

"Alright, let's shoot back, but this kind of cannon really doesn't pose much of a threat to this kind of skirmisher." Liang Pengfei gave instructions to the gunners who had already prepared for doping, and soon, Liang Jiajun's artillery began to fire back.

The artillery on both sides was all small artillery, and the artillery of the Dutch was smashed into the sand on the position of the Liang Jiajun, and although the artillery on this side could not cause major damage, it was still possible to knock down one or two people with one shot.

"Major, we're running out of time." At this time, an officer walked up to Major Marbury, who had a gloomy face and looked at the artillery on both sides. "I propose to attack, preferably for now, I am afraid that after a few more rounds of artillery fire, we will not have a chance to fire."

"Okay." Marbury sighed deeply, this kind of ill-prepared battle was the last thing he wanted, but Colonel Michels's strict orders, and the damn ghost weather, forced him to attack early.

"All soldiers, forward!" Major Marbury's heralds began to gallop behind the line, loudly conveying Major Marbury's orders, and soon the march of three thousand men moved forward again, this time with a more compact and passionate drumbeat, as they approached the position.

This kind of Liang Pengfei has seen a lot of war films depicting this era in later generations, but seeing these guys striding forward like zombies with the beat of the drums, it doesn't give him the same excitement as in a blockbuster with music, he only feels like he is facing 3,000 idiots who are about to die.

Seeing the Dutch soldier on the other side being knocked upside down by the cannonball, and then a terrible cavitous wound appeared on his body, the soldier who was hit in the chest and abdomen at this distance had no hope of survival, but Marbury turned a blind eye to the casualties of the morale of the other side, and continued to call the soldiers forward.

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"Attention! Check your guns one last time, all of them, bayonet, forward," Major Marbury, striding in the middle of the line, reminded his men loudly, waving his saber and pointing diagonally forward.

Their opponent, the army led by the Chinese pirate Liang Pengfei, was still hiding behind the position, but the iron-black steel helmets were exposed again, and the muzzles of muskets were aiming at this side, and from the side, it looked like a row of black keys of a piano, but there was no end, so dense that people could stand on it and jump on a ballet.

The Dutch soldiers still strode towards the guns in front of them, showing not only their courage, but also their strict discipline and desire to fight.

Through the crosshairs of the sight, looking at the faces of the Dutch soldiers on the opposite side, although they were trying to keep calm, but still showing their inner nervousness and uneasiness, the eyes of the special marksman Mei Acai hidden under the steel helmet narrowed even more, and finally, he set his target on the chest of an officer slightly to the right, but the other party's forward pace suddenly stopped at this time, which made Mei Acai can't help but curse viciously in his heart, and take a deep breath of the air that has become more humid, continuing to maintain an aiming stance.

By this time, the long horizontal formation of the Dutchmen had begun to change, and their left flank continued forward, but the center and right flank had stopped beyond the range of the muskets.

"All, raise your gun, the first row forward, shoot!" Captain Merlin, who was directing the attack on the left flank, stopped just as he was about to reach range, ignored the shells that continued to whistle, and gave orders loudly.

The long and excellent training of the Dutch soldiers was evident at this moment, and they lined up to aim and fire, and then the second platoon stepped forward past their comrades and raised their guns, and then the third platoon stepped forward, also firing at the position.

At this distance, it is impossible to shoot accurately, but the bullets fired can still cause damage to the human body, and this is what Captain Merlin needs. One by one, the bullets hit the small bullet holes on the sandbag position, and the small yellow flowers composed of sand and soil rose up one after another, and from time to time some stray bullets hit the soldiers of the special battalion, striking on their steel helmets, making a crisp sound, and beating the soldiers back slightly, except for a few unlucky ghosts, almost all the soldiers were safe and sound, and they were still quietly aiming ahead, looking for those targets that were about to enter their range.

At this time, Liang Pengfei, who had retreated to the rear and was closely protected by the guards, frowned slightly, and the Dutch commander on the opposite side seemed to be indeed experienced in battle and very old-fashioned.

Liang Pengfei's eighteenth-century attack was indeed an eye-opener for Liang Pengfei, and it was indeed a good way to launch an attack, which was simply a mobile three-stage attack, relying on continuous firepower strikes to suppress the defenders, and they could also take advantage of the situation to advance forward.

"Get into the firing distance!" At this time, an officer of the 1st Special Battalion, who was in charge of measuring the opponent's advance, shouted loudly. At this time, Liang Shuisheng, commander of the 1st Special Battalion, the supreme commander on the position, shouted with all his might, "Shoot!" ”

Almost at the moment when Liang Shuisheng's order was given, the right flank of the position of the Special 1st Battalion, which had been dead and silent, suddenly spewed out a row of dense white smoke, and those Dutch soldiers who were standing and shooting while advancing alternately seemed to have hit a wall, with flying blood and miserable screams, and the muskets that flew out of their hands seemed to confirm the ferocity and accuracy of the firepower of the Special 1st Battalion.

"Forward, keep shooting!" Captain Merlin roared loudly, encouraging his soldiers to move on, as did the Dutch officers who stood in the middle of the line, bravely puffing out their chests with the soldiers in the face of the hail of bullets, and their short guns were already fired.

Rows of shots formed rows of wild smoke, but they were quickly dispersed by the fierce wind, and the dark clouds, which were originally only far away in the sky, were now rolling, wantonly showing its figure enough to cover the sky, as if to swallow the whole earth into night.

In the gloomy clouds, thunder and lightning were shuttling between the bright and extinguished, at this time, Major Marbury knew that he would not launch a full-scale attack, and his subordinates were afraid that they would not be able to shoot even a single shot, his command knife was raised high again, and then waved down, pointing straight ahead, almost at the same moment, the originally stationary Chinese army and the right wing moved at the same time, towards the front, using the same attack method as the left flank, and launched an attack on the position of the special battalion in front.

Boom Boom! …… The sudden and outrageous explosion on the left flank made Major Marbury's command knife almost slip to the ground, and he suddenly turned to look at the left flank, where countless small black dots appeared from behind the enemy's position, and then fell towards the ranks of the advancing brave Dutch soldiers, and there was a dense burst of fire and smoke, and the deafening sound of explosions.

"God!" It took Marbury a long time to reflect. "Grenadier, that's a grenadier. They actually have grenadiers? He screamed in disbelief.

The Grenadier was a division of the European Army in the mid-seventeenth century, and the Grenadier was an early short-range artillery unit that fought more like infantry, and was also the first combat unit to successfully blow up buildings. Because the volume and weight of grenades at that time were similar to small artillery shells, it was necessary to select soldiers with excellent arm strength among the infantry to be able to throw, and these soldiers needed to throw grenades at the front of their own battle line in battle, so the title of grenadier was used as an honorary title to recognize the heroic combat performance of soldiers in European armies, and it also showed that grenadiers were the elite and outstanding among the infantry.

However, apart from the fact that this kind of organization had appeared on the battlefields of Europe, Marbury, who had been in the East for nearly ten years, had never seen any opponent in the East have such an organization, but it actually appeared here.

Marbury's grey eyes were filled with angry flames as they watched as the brave robes were consumed by the orange flames and then torn to shreds, as they screamed and helped their blown limbs to fall on the way.

To move forward or to retreat, this is a difficult choice for Marbury, and retreating is bound to deal an immeasurable blow to the morale of the troops trapped in Kendawangan, and forward, the opposing grenadiers, a powerful short-range lethal unit, will bloom Pandora's roses on their way, inflicting great damage on the soldiers on the way of their attack.

Marbury looked behind him, and in the distance, he saw vague figures standing on the walls, robes in anticipation of their victory, and at the gates of the castle, horses were moving northeast, under the cover of the gray sky.

"Yes, we still have cavalry, and we are outnumbered by the other side, so we can't afford to lose this war." Marbury clenched his fists viciously and gave the order in a loud voice: "Brave Dutch soldiers, forward!" Assault! ”

(To be continued)