Hope always comes and goes quickly, and after seeing the two cannons brought by the reinforcements, Ruan Shaowen felt that even if he fought without them, there would be no change - both guns were decades old antiques, old and bulky, only God knew if they could still be used normally, and the gunners only brought five shells, even if they could fire smoothly, it would not play any role. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Ruan Shaowen was also worried about whether the gunners would be able to accurately hit the enemy. This is something to be doubtful, the resistance fighters can't even shoot accurately, and they open fire......

Only God knows.

But except for him, everyone was happy and interested in the two cannons. There was chaos in the woods, and a large crowd gathered around the two cannons and the gunners, talking happily and loudly, as if they had won the battle, and no one realized whether they were rejoicing too soon.

Only Ruan Shaowen is thinking about this.

But it doesn't make much sense. Because the battle of waiting for the two cannons has been postponed, and now that they are here, whether they can play their role or not, the battle must begin, and must not be delayed any longer.

He sighed to himself, forcing himself not to think about the mood-busting things, and asked his men to push the two cannons to the edge of the woods. At the same time, the man in charge of the roundabout attack also set off - at the last moment, Ruan Shaowen gave up the intention of personally commanding the roundabout troops, which he felt would be safer.

But in reality, he was just worried that his men would be so excited that they would rush at the enemy in reckless manner, and his roundabout attack strategy would be in vain. And even if they succeeded, others would blame him for losing so many brothers.

More than a hundred brothers have already been lost, and Ruan Shaowen can't afford a bigger price.

However, the Vietnamese had no idea what their leader was worried about, and they were only happy, and they surrounded the artillery to push the two cannons to the designated firing position, and then stopped and waited for Nguyen Shao Van to give the order to open fire. However, it was their enemies who fired first.

The cheers and movements of the Vietnamese had long been noticed by the mercenaries, but they did not know exactly what the rebels were happy about - perhaps they had been given a reinforcement, they thought at first, but each mercenary had a very ridiculous feeling when the Vietnamese pushed the two guns out of the woods.

"Where did those guys get these two ...... Thing? It took him a while for Warhes to find a suitable adjective. Two front-loading guns! And it is not a field gun of the army, but an old naval gun on a sail battleship of the Napoleonic era. "I thought there was no army using this kind of thing for a long time."

No one could answer his question, except that Wen Desi and a few other Chinese mercenaries felt the two cannons very familiar—and finally they remembered that they seemed to have seen the same cannon in the imperial fort before...... But that was a long time ago.

What exactly do the Vietnamese want to do?

However, when the mercenaries saw a few rebels begin to reload the guns with gunpowder, while the other rebels brought in a few black balls, they finally realized that their opponents were not joking, and that the Vietnamese really wanted to bombard them with the two antiques.

They're really crazy!

"My God—"

As soon as Van En began to scream in surprise, he saw a Vietnamese light the fuse of one of the guns, and after a few seconds, a loud bang accompanied him and a puff of smoke erupted from the muzzle.

So his shouting became: "Hide! ”

But at the same moment, Vane felt something fly over his head, followed by a crisp "click" and the sound of trees falling. He turned his head, but all he saw was a large tree that had been cut in two, and the shell did not know where it had fallen.

But no one was injured. The artillery shooting skills of the Vietnamese were as bad as their marksmanship, if not worse, and of course this is to be thankful, otherwise someone would have asked to see God.

After all, no one's body is as hard as a tree trunk. Thinking of this, the mercenaries' surprise and ridicule quickly gave way to anger and anger, and everyone quickly turned their guns and fired a string of bullets with obvious revenge into the Vietnamese standing next to the artillery.

The rejoicing rebels immediately paid the price for their actions, and the rest retreated into the shade of weeds and foliage. After a few more moments, they cautiously leaned out of their hiding place and returned fire with their weapons at the mercenaries, engaging them in a fierce and noisy battle.

Vane still formed a group with Wenders and Wahs, and when Wachs used automatic rifles to suppress the rebels' riflemen, they would shoot at nearby targets with muskets or cold weapons. Their tactics were very effective, because when the losses of the Vietnamese reached a certain level, they would retreat into the woods...... If they hadn't become angry because of the casualties of their comrades.

In reality, however, the resistance fighters were just as angry as their opponents. When Vane knocked down a target and began to search for the next one, he saw a Vietnamese man with a torch charging at another loaded gun, and immediately shot him down. But soon another Vietnamese picked up the torch again.

"Wen, kill that guy!" Vane shouted, pulling the gun out of the cartridge case and pushing the next bullet into the chamber, and by the time he did so, Boon had already knocked out the second Vietnamese......

The third rebel took the torch and continued to pounce on the cannon.

"Damn it!" As he opened fire, Vane cursed in a low voice, and then he realized how right he was: he was sure that the bullet had hit the target in the abdomen, but the Vietnamese did not fall like the two companions in front of him, but swayed, and then advanced towards the artillery again.

Then his body shook again—this time it was Moon, and his bullet had hit, but it still had no effect.

"Damn it!" Vane cursed again, not only because of the stubborn Vietnamese, but also because he had to change the magazine so he couldn't shoot again. And he couldn't catch up, and although another mercenary tried to save them from defeat, the rebel lit the fuse the moment he was shot.

"Shelling, concealment!" Vane had just finished shouting when the artillery fired. The cannonball first hit the ground straight in front of the mercenary position, then bounced off and flew into the air - but the branches blocked its way. After breaking some branches, the shell redirected and eventually hit an unlucky mercenary in the left arm.

He began to scream, but the creepy sound lasted only a few moments. "He fainted." Another mercenary announced for sure.

Then no one cared about him anymore, and more attention was focused on the fierce battle that was still going on. The same is true of the Vietnamese. Those who have been killed or wounded by extremely accurate bullets are being replaced by new personnel. None of them had time to confuse how the battle was going, and none of them cared much at this moment. It is a disease that has been shared by warriors since the beginning of history.

Ruan Shao Van watched all this from a relatively safe place, judging the situation, but his confidence in the battle was also rapidly crumbling.

Those who had copied the enemy's rear had not yet reached their positions and begun to attack, but the troops had paid a great price, and the two guns were now useless - unless someone was willing to risk loading them with shells - yet the enemy's fire showed no signs of abating, and it did not appear that the situation would change even if the battle continued......

And his men will be lost in this confrontation.

Nguyen Shaowen bit his lip and considered whether he should stop the battle and let the troops retreat back into the woods, but by the time he searched for answers, his men had already taken action.

But not a retreat, but a charge.

A small leader was the first to run out of the woods with his men, and the others, led by them, followed closely and shouted loudly, charging at the American mercenaries invited by the French.

Nguyen Shao Van watched all this in amazement, but the mercenaries were also taken aback - they felt that they had killed or wounded hundreds of Vietnamese, but how could there be hundreds of Vietnamese who were still alive?

"There are too many rebels." Wen Deji tried to keep himself calm, but he still tensed, and Vane felt a cold sweat on his forehead. "We need a 'potato digger.'"

"We need reinforcements." Wachs said as he shot all the bullets out of the magazine. Now he can no longer maintain a rhythmic two-shot burst, as do other automatic riflemen. But the burst shots also greatly reduced their hit rate; Even at such a close distance, and with such a dense formation of the Vietnamese, the flaws of the high-powered rifle cartridges were clearly visible.

"We can't stop them!" Someone was yelling.

"Stand back! All retreat! Thomas gave the order. The mercenaries stood up and slowly retreated as they fired, but the distance between them and the Vietnamese kept closing.

Wendesi is still with Vane and Wachs. He shot the last bullet in the magazine into the body of one of the rebels who rushed at him, then threw out his rifle and reached for his pistol to continue firing. But the pistol's six rounds were quickly gone, so he had to stone it at a Vietnamese man wielding a machete, and then bend down to get the second pistol in his boot.

As he did so, his opponent rushed in front of him – but then, the Vietnamese's head burst open like a watermelon.

"Thank you." Wendeji turned his head and thanked Van who had just saved him, but instead of a polite "no thanks", he received a shout from both Van and Wachs: "Watch your back!" ”

Another Vietnamese is rushing over. In a hurry, Chinese Tokuji fired three shots at him in succession, two of which hit him in the body and the last one hit him in the head, so the guy fell to the ground with his companion.

But he was not happy, because he had only three rounds left in his nest, and there was still a large group of rebels - too many to even reload.

"Where the hell did these people come from?" He called.

"Leave it alone, sir." Walhes was holding the head of a rebel and then wringing his neck off - he seemed keen on this more violent method, but he also paid the price for it, with a few more glaring, bloody wounds on his body - but Walhes didn't care at all.

"Next time, I'll bring a machete to chop sugar cane." He shouted happily and found another opponent to wriggle with him.

"Maniac." Van grunted and stepped behind Wende. Now he has also lost his rifle and is holding two "anacondas" in his hands, but there are not many bullets. "How many bullets do you have, chief?"

"Two shots." At the same time, he said, he fired a shot at a Vietnamese who was trying to sneak up on Wochs.

"I have three more shots." Vane smiled wryly, "I think we're going to be fighting with our fists like that madman soon." ”

He knew this was true. And he glanced at the others, at least half of the mercenaries were already fighting hand-to-hand, either with bayonets or with rifle butts, or with a weapon used by the Vietnamese, and of course a few of them were fighting with their bare hands, as Vochs did. However, he didn't want to do it because it would cost him his only advantage. "If only the six guys from the Scout Team were still here......"

He whispered, but at this moment, a crisp burst of gunfire rang out in the woods behind him. He could tell it was a submachine gun firing continuously, perhaps mixed with the noise of a carbine. His face immediately changed: Vietnamese also appeared in the rear......

However, even more fantastic changes came from his opponents. The moment the gunshots were heard, all the rebels froze, and then the men began to slowly retreat, and quickly turned around, running faster than they had charged, and quickly returned to their original positions.

And so they fled, leaving behind corpses, wounded and bewildered mercenaries. No one can say exactly what this is all about, although this is what everyone wants to see: the crisis is once again temporarily lifted.

Wendeji suddenly sat down on the ground, along with Vane, Warchs, and the others, and then some slowly got up and looked around for the weapons they had just discarded, while others continued to be confused until the six mercenaries of the reconnaissance team returned to their midst.

"Hey, you guys, what's going on here?" They apparently didn't realize what was happening, and were still shouting happily, "We just killed a whole group of Vietnamese in the woods......"

Thank goodness for that. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) (To be continued.) )