Sure enough, traitors are more hateful than devils, and their own people are more ruthless to their own people. I didn't see that this Javanese who had just surrendered, Tony, was still a ruthless character, and he was not merciful to his own people.

Anthony fired a shot at the bottom, too, but didn't hit anyone.

The Dutchman was taken aback by the fact that the man who was walking in front was killed, and they fell to the ground to dodge and fired back at them.

"Bang, bang!" There was a burst of gunfire, but there was no movement on it. Jared waved his hand, and the loaded Dutchman continued forward.

"Bang", "bang", "bang" were three more gunshots in succession, and this time two Javanese were killed, and the Dutch attacked the station from the bottom up in too dense formation. At this time, the Dutch saw Ren Siqi and the three people hiding behind the stones, and they all took their guns and shot at the three of them.

Dozens of bullets hit the stones where the three men were hiding, splashing sparks and flying stone chips that had been knocked out.

The three of them could not raise their heads, so they could only lie on their sides and reload the gunpowder projectile.

"They're just three muskets!" Dutch captain Jared saw the reality of the other party, and immediately ordered more than 20 of his men to divide into three groups and take turns shooting.

In fact, the musket projectiles in these years are all spherical projectiles, and the shooting accuracy is far less than that of rifles hundreds of years later, so the battle between the muskets is that the two sides stand face to face and line up to shoot, so the number replaces the accuracy.

Now the Dutch are using this tactic, seven or eight muskets aimed at one person, even if the accuracy is low, maybe one shot will be covered. So the three didn't dare to look up at all.

After subduing the three of them, the Dutch slowly approached the boulder where everyone was hiding.

What to do? Ren Siqi's head was nervously bleeding a layer of fine sweat, and he really couldn't think of a good way in the face of absolute strength.

Mao Shibai was injured on one side of his shoulder, lying on his side beside Ren Siqi, feeling very uncomfortable, he took out the stone from under him and threw it down.

Yes, you can stone them. Ren Siqi's eyes lit up.

"Brother Eighteen, you go and let everyone move the stones, and then throw them down and kill the son of a bitch."

That's a great idea! Mao Eighteen's eyes also lit up, and he shouted in a loud voice: "Everyone hurry up and take the stones, come and smash the dog!" ”

At this time, there were still about thirty people who could still move behind the boulder, and in the brief battle on the beach just now, ten people were killed on the beach, and five or six of the remaining people who fled back were wounded by guns. The defeat in the battle frustrated everyone, and they were impressed by the firepower of the Dutch.

Now that the Dutch are attacking, the island is very small, where can you flee to? Even if he can escape safely, he can't leave the island and return to Daming without a ship, and he can only be lonely on this desert island for a lifetime.

Anyway, it's all a death, it's better to fight with the Dutch! Everyone clenched their weapons and waited for the Dutch to attack and fight them.

Hearing Mao Eighteen's shout, everyone hurriedly dropped the weapons in their hands, looking for stones everywhere, this stone cliff stands on the seaside, I don't know how many thousands of years have been blown by the sea wind, the stone has been very fragile, everyone used knives and axes to smash, quickly made some stones, moved to Ren Siqi and others, and threw them down without showing their heads.

Countless stones of various sizes and shapes tumbled down the stone path, and the Dutchman with his gun was taken by surprise.

Small stones were thrown high, flying in the air, splitting heads and falling on their faces; The big boulders couldn't be thrown, so they rolled on the stone path.

As soon as he dodged the big boulder rolling on the stone path, he was smashed all over his head by the small stones falling from the air, and the blood flowed down his face; Looking up at the momentum of the small stone, he was hit by the large boulder tumbling on the stone path, and fell on the stone path at once, and rolled down with the big stone.

"Retreat, retreat!" Jared hurriedly dodged the rocks flying in the air, shouted loudly, and ordered his men to retreat. His Dutch and Javanese had long been unable to resist the attack of the stones, and retreated in disarray, returning to the beach, and when they stood in shock, they found that seven or eight people had been hit on the head by stones, and five or six others had tripped over the boulders and sprained their feet. A Dutchman named Metro was the most unlucky, he was hit in the chest by a large rock, his ribs were broken, and he was vomiting blood.

As it gets darker, Jared doesn't want to go back to the Shark for the night, so he decides to camp on the beach and wait until tomorrow morning to continue attacking Akito and rescue his cousin Oliel.

So Jared commanded his men to take out the tents they had brought and set up tents on the beach, of course there was only one tent for the Dutch to live in, and the Javanese servants could only sleep in the open on the beach.

On the side of the stone cliff, after repelling the attack of the Dutch, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, it was almost dark, and they could only camp behind this stone cliff, Fu Bin exercised his duties as a general manager, commanding everyone to go to the island to collect firewood, prepare food, and bandage the wounded, and the arrangements were in good order.

Mao Shibai had been enduring the pain in his shoulder just now, and when he relaxed, he felt that his shoulder was numb, and he couldn't help moaning.

"Brother Eighteen, let me see your injuries." Ren Siqi pulled Mao 18 to sit on a stone, untied the bandaged rags, and saw that Mao 18 had a wound on his left shoulder, and black blood was oozing from the wound from time to time.

"This doesn't work, the projectile is embedded in the flesh and has to be removed." Ren Siqi frowned and said, the musket bullets in this year are all bullets made of lead, which are poisonous, and if they are left in the flesh, they will suppurate and infect, there is no aspirin in this era, and the infection and fever will kill people.

"It's not a big deal, isn't it bitten?" Mao XVIII. Grinning.

"You have to take it out, or you'll have a fever, you'll die." Ren Siqi said solemnly, and let people light a fire at the moment, and roasted a dagger red on the fire.

"You two come and hold him down, don't let him move." Ren Siqi said to Mao Eighteen and the two pirates.

"I don't need to be pressed, I don't move." Mao Eighteen didn't care about the Tao.

"It's going to hurt, I'm afraid you won't be able to help it." Ren Siqi persuaded.

"It's okay, you can come!" Mao 18 never misses the opportunity to show his heroism, "If I scream, I'm not a hero!" ”

Mao Eighteen's bold words caused everyone to applaud.

Ren Siqi looked at Mao Eighteen deeply, raised the dagger in his hand and pierced the wound.

A low muffled snort sounded from the depths of Mao Eighteen's throat, the blood vessels on Mao Eighteen's forehead burst out, and his right hand grabbed a stone beside him, almost shattering the stone.