A cloud of smoke rose from Li Tu's position, a series of shots rang out, and eleven Minnie rounds were fired at Shengban in the distance, nine of which hit the target. www.biquge.info The bullets made of lead spun at high speeds, twisting the flesh and tearing through fragile human organs. Screams rang out one after another, killing nine lives in an instant.

The blood spurted from the dead stained the earth red, and it also shocked the other living beings who were slowly advancing. It's so far away, and the students really didn't expect to be attacked at this distance.

But soon they reacted. They roared, began to run, and pressed against the hill. The sight of nearly a thousand people charging up the hill was really shocking, and it made Li Tu's soldiers beat drums in their hearts.

But what is even more shocking is the harvest of death.

The soldiers of the second platoon began to shoot! The third platoon of soldiers began to shoot!

The rain of bullets, like a storm, harvests the fragile lives on the battlefield. Thirty-one Mini rifles were transformed into fearsome killing machines in the hands of thirty-one breech gunners who had been trained for two years, almost without missing a shot. The raw soldier who was hit during the run, like a swimming fish that had hit a stake, suddenly stopped, screamed, spurted blood, and fell backwards! Roll down the hill.

One by one, row after row, after the first round, twenty-seven students had already fallen in a pool of blood, but the second round of shooting began immediately.

Two hundred and forty steps away from the first Shengfan, when the Shengfan struggled to climb the mountain at the bottom of the hill and charge, the first row of Minnie gun soldiers finished reloading again, and the Minny gun began to shoot again!

The white smoke of gunpowder had just been blown away by the wind and was generated from the rifle being fired, gradually filling the entire battlefield. White smoke served as the undertone, creating an ironic backdrop for the massacre.

"Shoot!"

"Shoot!"

"Shoot!"

The raw fans in the front row were knocked down one after another. Climbing the mountain is very tiring, the speed is not comparable to running on the flat, the forward of Shengban ran forward for a short period of seventy steps, the Minnie gun has already been fired twice, and the coalition army of Shengban has lost more than fifty soldiers. Without a unified command, the students in the back row gradually became afraid, and the pace of the charge slowed down, lest they rush to the front.

But this fear, this lag, gave the breech rifle more time to shoot. Thirty-one rifles resemble thirty-one scythes of death, harvesting life at the junction of the battlefield. One by one, the bravest warriors who ran ahead of them softened and fell, rolling down the hillside mixed with blood.

The screaming sound and the tumbling corpse were torturing the fighting spirit of the other people.

Shengban advanced a hundred paces out of breath, and the Minnie rifle was reloaded twice, and after two rounds, Shengban threw down more than fifty corpses. Under the harsh sun, the morale of the Shengfan soldiers was crumbling little by little. Even the most experienced leader of the Shoban had never seen such a devilish enemy, and he began to be afraid.

Almost, the impact of Shengfan was about to be crushed by these thirty-one Mini rifles.

But at the critical moment, there was a rumbling drum behind him. The chief of the largest tribe beat the drums of war in the rear, and in this ancient way, inspired his warriors to forge ahead. The warriors of the largest tribe howled again as if they had suddenly been shot with chicken blood, and rushed forward. Led by this tribe, the other people also regrouped their fighting spirit and charged up the hillside.

But their ancient courage, in the face of this colonial era, is just moths to the fire.

In the deafening salvo, the white smoke on the hill suddenly bulged and became even thicker. At a distance of one hundred and twenty paces, one hundred and five muskets fired in turn.

Although there is no accuracy at such a distance, in the face of the swarming crowd of students, the bullets of these smoothbore guns can still rush into the enemy line and shoot those unlucky raw soldiers. It took only six seconds for three volleys to be completed, and more than forty more Shengban fighters were broken and broke their chests and tumbled down the hillside.

The morale of the students is facing collapse again, and the pace of charging forward is even slower.

An old student stood up and held the wolf tooth necklace around his neck high. He brandished his sword, encouraging the others to forge ahead. I don't know what the wolf tooth necklace symbolizes, but seeing that necklace, the students regained a trace of courage. They mustered up their courage and ran forward another twenty paces.

This is the courage of an ancient people to defend their land.

But the bullets struck again.

On a hundred paces, the Minnie gun fired another three-part salvo. The conical bullet burrowed into the flesh and blood of the warrior as if it had eyes. The heart and lungs were torn, the bones were broken, and the twenty-nine leading Shengfan soldiers were immediately killed, like twenty-nine sandbags, and rolled to the foot of the hill.

The students no longer had the strength and courage to run, and they stepped on the corpses of the first warriors, and with red eyes, they finally walked twenty steps up the hill.

One hundred and five smoothbore guns fired!

Eighty steps away from the leading Shengfan, the Iron Gunner could already take aim calmly, and the hit rate was enough to defeat these hastily assembled Shengfan. One hundred and five muskets were fired in turn, and after just seven or eight seconds, more than sixty of the leading warriors were killed and rolled down the hillside.

After two hundred steps, Shengfan had already left behind more than two hundred and fifty corpses. These dead were the strongest and bravest warriors, who ran at the forefront.

Such a formation crushed the charging students. People are afraid of death, who wants to use their own flesh as cannon fodder? Dozens of students howled and hugged their heads, desperately fleeing to the bottom of the mountain. The actions of these deserters broke the morale of the other soldiers, and the whole group of people instantly became chaotic, running down the mountain one by one. Except for the more than fifty fighters who rushed to the front, the rest of the ranks had collapsed.

The spawns fled down the hillside, into the forest, into the ravine, and into their lair. Even the leader of the tribe who beat the drum at the foot of the mountain was carried away by the retreating tide, and fled far away.

In front of the group of people who have receded like a tide, those warriors who have not escaped are like poles standing in the waves.

But these more than 50 warriors are only temporarily alive.

In the ten seconds they had been standing on the battlefield and hesitating, the Mini Gun had been reloaded and fired. One by one, the fighters fell on the battlefield as if they had been named. They have been sentenced to death, and they cannot escape the fate of death, whether they move forward or backward.

By the time the last twenty or so warriors reacted and fled into the forest, it was too late.

Ten seconds later, the smoothbore gun fired, and after three volleys, there were no more standing fighters on the hillside.

In just a few minutes, Shengfan left more than 300 corpses on the hillside and returned defeated. Unscathed, Litu's soldiers repelled the natives' attack.

It was a one-sided massacre. Under the dazzling sunlight, looking at the bloody battlefield in front of them, looking at the stumps and corpses that covered the hillside, and the blood all over the ground, the soldiers only felt a wave of nausea, and they were not even in the mood to celebrate the victory.

It was a naked colonial massacre.

After a long time, Li Tu broke the silence on the hill.

"This big victory, the shooters of the selection battalion will be rewarded with five taels of silver each, and the crew will be rewarded with seven taels of silver each! The crew of the Minnie Gun will be rewarded with ten taels of silver each! ”