By this time, the battle on the beach had already begun.

A total of 28 Dutch people approached the shore in two small boats, and Mao 18 and Fu Bin with more than 20 crew members of the Fuchun and nearly 20 Luzon Chinese waited on the beach.

Seeing that there were only more than 20 people on the other side's two small boats, and then looking at the more than 40 men on his side, Fu Bin was full of spirit, and he was extremely looking forward to the upcoming battle, he believed that he could easily defeat the enemy with the advantage of numbers.

However, the Dutch had no intention of disembarking for hand-to-hand combat, and raised their muskets from afar.

"Bang, bang, bang!" A volley of gunfire rang out, and white gunsmoke filled the bow of the ship.

The screams sounded, Fu Bin Huo Ran looked, and saw that the five crew members on his side fell on the beach, and blood flowed out of the gun holes on their bodies and flowed on the beach.

In fact, at this time, the distance between the two sides was still a little far, about 150 meters, but the power of the platoon guns had already been revealed.

Seeing this, the archer Mao Liu was furious, drew his bow and shot at the Dutch, and the white arrow feathers crossed the beach, and were blown by the sea breeze, and fell diagonally into the sea.

After firing a shot, the Dutch began to reload their ammunition. Fu Bin shouted angrily, and was about to lead everyone forward, to rush closer to fight with the Dutch.

"Rush what, retreat!" Mao Shibai grabbed Fu Bin's shoulders and ordered loudly. The enemy is now in the sea, how can he rush in front of others!

Under Mao Eighteen's order, everyone retreated some distance and gave up the beach to the Dutch.

The Dutch rowed close to the shore, disembarked from the boat, and pulled two small boats onto the beach.

"What should I do?" Fire Commander Sima Nan nervously asked Mao Eighteen, the enemy's musket was too powerful, and it was impossible to get close.

"Everyone disperses, wait for them to let go of a shot, and then rush forward together, they take a long time to reload, we just rush to them, and cut his grandmother's." Mao Eighteen said viciously. In terms of combat experience, he is much stronger than Fu Bin.

Fu Bin was silent and allowed Mao 18 to take over the command.

Under Mao Eighteen's order, everyone widened the distance between each other and slowly approached each other.

"Bang, bang!" Another volley of gunfire rang out, and this time only two people were shot and fell to the ground due to the dispersion of the stands.

"Rush!" Mao 18 shouted loudly and took the lead in killing the Dutch.

However, the Dutchmen who had fired their guns on the opposite side stepped back, revealing a row of Dutchmen behind them and the muzzles of their black holes.

"Bang, bang" Another burst of gunfire rang out, and this time three people fell to the ground.

Mao 18 and the others gritted their teeth and continued to rush forward in the rain of bullets, but to their despair, the Dutchman who had fired the gun retreated and revealed a new row of muzzles.

Triple hit! Mao Eighteen flashed these three words in his mind, there are still more than fifty meters away from the Dutch, but how many people can rush to the enemy alive after running this distance?

Isn't it time to retreat? When Mao 18 hesitated, someone couldn't stand this continuous blow and turned around and fled. After all, they were only crew members, farmers and fishermen, not disciplined troops, and most of them lost the courage to move on when their teammates fell one after another, and the ammunition of the other side seemed endless. One person retreated, and the others retreated in an uproar.

With a sigh, Mao 18 turned around and joined the fleeing army, the sound of "bang" kept sounding behind him, Mao 18 felt a numb left shoulder, a sharp pain hit, and he was shot! But he didn't dare to stop, and ran away in great strides, and only escaped from the range of the opponent's fire could he escape.

After all, the muskets of these years were still backward, and it was very troublesome to load, and after the Dutch let go of a shot, they could only stop and reload, and in this way everyone escaped from the range of the muskets, and fled towards the middle of the island like lost dogs.

"Defeated so quickly!" Chen Sheng looked at the beach dumbfounded with a knife, in fact, they had just come here on the beach, and before they could take a few breaths, they saw that the accomplices who stayed on the beach to fight with the enemy had been defeated, and they fled here one by one, and the Dutch chased after them after loading their bullets and forced over.

"You two come here." Ren Siqi ordered Anthony and Tony, a Javanese man who had just surrendered, and took the two of them to hide behind the rocks together, holding their guns and aiming outside.

In fact, seven or eight muskets were captured in the battle on the ship, but none of the crew of the Fuchun nor the Chinese in Luzon knew how to use them. The arquebus was too complicated to reload and would not have been able to be used without training, and the crew of the Fuchun was impatient to learn, for it seemed to them that the musket that would blow up and bored at every turn was far less refreshing than that of a long knife. The Chinese in Luzon were accustomed to the loss of muskets, but they never used muskets at all. So now there are only Ren Siqi and the two people who have just surrendered with muskets.

The three of them each found a suitable stone and lay down on their backs, holding their guns and aiming into the distance.

The defeated soldiers ran over in a hurry, fled past Ren Siqi's side and fled to the boulder, sitting on the ground one by one and panting.

Mao 18 fled at the end, stopped when he passed by Ren Siqi's side, and lay on Ren Siqi's side.

"You've been shot!" Ren Siqi saw that Mao Shiba's left shoulder was bleeding nonstop.

"It's okay, I was bitten by a projectile." Mao 18 lifted the undershirt with his right hand, bit it open with his teeth, tore off a strip of cloth and wrapped it around the wound with one hand.

"You'd better go to the back and bandage it well!" Ren Siqi said.

"It's okay, I'm still guarding here, waiting for the dog to come up and fight with them."

Ren Siqi stopped talking, and looked at the beach below, where the Dutch was approaching along the stone path with a gun.

Ren Siqi held his musket and aimed at a Dutchman at the front, no, this is a Javanese servant to be precise, and his appearance is obviously different from that of the white man.

Three points into a line, slowly put his head into the crosshair, and then pulled the trigger, the red rope fell and ignited the gunpowder, Ren Siqi hurriedly closed his eyes, and a dazzling fire flashed, which was a "bang". Ren Siqi's hand, which is a very backward front-loading arquebus, has one of the most annoying shortcomings is that every time the gun is fired, the arquebus ignition gunpowder will emit a strong light, and you must close your eyes or twist your head away.

Hearing the gunshot, Ren Siqi hurriedly opened his eyes and looked over, and saw the Javanese man walking unharmed

missed, and before Ren Siqi could be annoyed, there was a "bang", and the Javanese man rolled over and fell to the ground. Ren Siqi turned his head to look, and saw that the soldier Tony got up sideways with an expressionless face, picked up a strip and poked a rag into the muzzle of the gun, and began to reload the gunpowder, and a cloud of white gunpowder smoke on Tony's head was slowly dissipating.