In the face of the dense Descist rebels, the soldiers of the Xhosa Fire Gun Team did not need to aim at all, but mechanically repeated the actions of loading, stepping forward, raising their guns, and shooting, showing the high efficiency of modern war machines.

The most brave and charged Descist hoplites often became the most useless victims. Their bodies were like electric shocks, and their tall and stout bodies slammed, and then their chests splattered with bewitching blood, and then they fell to the ground and twitched weakly.

There is no mercy, no tolerance, there is only endless death.

Darby, who had finished shooting again, retreated to the back in an orderly manner under the order of Wickham, then took out a fixed paper shell from the ammunition bag, bit off the tail cover of the paper shell barrel with his teeth, poured part of the gunpowder into the gunpowder pool of the rifle, and filled the remaining gunpowder into the barrel, put in the lead bullet, and compacted it with a whole strip. The whole set of movements was like a cloud, and it was a stark contrast to the other musket soldiers who were scrambling around them.

Of course, after firing five or six shots, it is necessary to clean up the remaining gunpowder in the chamber once. However, in order to save time, and because there were plenty of guns left, Wickham placed boxes of rifles directly behind the line of defense, so that the gunners could change them at any time, eliminating the need for breech cleaning.

Having finished loading, Darby returned to the first row and, as he had done the previous times, pulled the trigger with a blank face and swung the death scythe at the enemy.

At this time, a gust of wind on the grassland blew away the thick gunsmoke, revealing a tragic and infiltrating battlefield. A sturdy Descist hoplite was hit in the abdomen by a flipped buckshot, causing him to fall to the ground in great pain. He tried to get back to his feet, but to his horror found his intestines flowing down a fist-sized wound. The hapless man screamed and threw away the spear in his hand, trying to shove his intestines back into his stomach, only to find that it was in vain.

Another unlucky guy was broken by a hot buckshot that broke his left arm, and the pain caused him to lose his mind, and he raised his spear to stab the people around him, and finally had to be killed by his companions and fell to the ground.

At this time, death is not so terrible, what is terrible is to endure both physical and psychological torment before death! Wounded and grounded, the hoplites had to endure great pain, rolling on the ground and begging their comrades to end their lives.

Darby looked at the "slaughterhouse" in front of him in amazement, and all kinds of strange ways of dying were simply unimaginable in the era of cold weapon warfare. He couldn't hold back his belly churning any longer, his legs fell to his knees and he vomited, all the while silently begging the sun god for forgiveness in his heart.

This short distance of eighty yards has become an insurmountable moat for hoplites! The dirt on the ground was soaked with dark red blood, and it became as soft as a field after a rain, and when trampled by those who came after it, it became a muddy pool filled with corpses.

The swarming hoplites had to slow down the pace of the attack, as the ground was littered with corpses or wounded, making the otherwise flat terrain uneven and easy to trip over warm corpses. Once their speed slows down, they become excellent targets for the Musketeers, and then become a new obstacle to the soldiers behind them, thus becoming a never-ending cycle of death.

Decis rode on a tall horse, looked at the battle situation in front of him with a grim face, and did not say a word. Unexpectedly, the Xhosa Fire Spear Team, which was originally vulnerable in his eyes, could burst out with such combat effectiveness!

With many years of combat experience, Desis quickly realized the power of the fire and gun salvo, and with the current way of fighting, even if he invested all his forces, it would be useless. He must calm down, turn his head, and seek a new way to break the enemy.

As soon as Decis turned his head, he saw Kitty beside him, who frowned deeply and didn't know what he was thinking, this was a nail he had buried next to his father. When Prince Descis decided to take the chieftain by force, Kitty took his side with great acquaintance.

Although Desis looked down on such a repetitive villain from the bottom of his heart, it is undeniable that this nineteen-year-old Kitty is a smart man with many scheming.

"Damn Savida, this despicable fellow has completely taken refuge in the greedy white pig. Kitty, I don't know if you have any thoughts on the current impasse? Desis asked seemingly nonchalantly.

Kitty didn't expect that the always self-righteous Decis would ask for his opinion, and he was slightly stunned. But soon he realized that this was an opportunity for himself, and replied: "There is no point in attacking again, Your Highness might as well make a truce first, and let the soldiers clean up the corpses on the battlefield first." ”

Desith was a little displeased, those wounded soldiers and corpses piled up on the battlefield were the best protection for the defenders, which a fool could see. Decis felt that Savida would not be stupid enough to agree to his request, so he glared at Kitty in displeasure and said, "My cunning brother will agree?" If we get rid of those corpses, the attack will undoubtedly speed up a lot, and Savida is a useless waste, but he is not a fool. ”

Kitty's expression was very calm, as if she had known that Desis would ask such a question, and replied unhurriedly: "Your Highness, of course Savida knows what we are doing this. But the wounded and the dead are also the people of our Southern Xhosa tribe, and the most humble servants of the sun god on earth. If Savida refuses our demands, then his men will not be chilled? The High Priest won't make a gap with him? ”

Only then did Desiz react, and he couldn't help but applaud Kitty's plan. He couldn't wait to admire his brother's dilemma, it must have been funny.

But that alone is not enough, even if the body is cleaned up, it may not be able to hit it. Desis looked at Kitty with blazing eyes, hoping that the guy with a bad stomach would come up with another idea. Seeing this, Kitty leaned over: "Your Highness, you just need to do this later......"

After a while, Giti walked to the center of the battlefield with her hands raised and shouted as she walked: "Your Highness Savida, I am Kitty, the chief's guard, I have something to tell you!" ”

Darby raised the smoothbore gun in his hand and silently aimed at the guy in front of him, who was confident of hitting the guy in front of him at such a short distance. Just as he was about to pull the trigger, he felt a large hand on his shoulder, stopping his intention to shoot.

Darby turned his head and saw that the person who stopped him was none other than Prince Savida. Prince Savida had a gloomy face and ordered: "Don't shoot yet, I want to see what this back-backed father's guy has to say to me!" ”

The chieftain's guards with spears in their hands looked at the traitor in front of them and couldn't help but itch with hatred. Kitty calmly looked back at these colleagues who had been the chief's guards, and did not feel the slightest guilt in her heart, but looked down on these guys who had no force but no brains.

Kitty is not willing to be a little guard for the rest of his life, he just wants to get ahead! Even if those brothers who had shared weal and woe in the past looked at him, he recognized it. "Your Highness Savida, Your Highness Desis wants to collect the bodies of those brothers who died in battle, and please let these poor children return to the arms of the sun god for the sake of being a fellow tribe."

Kitty not only moved out of the tribal camaraderie, but also brought out the sun god. Savida doesn't think Kitty has a good intention, this guy has a lot of bad water in his stomach. But looking at the soldiers with sympathetic expressions, Savida couldn't say anything to refuse. If he doesn't say a word, then his image in the hearts of the soldiers will be over, and he may end up with a reputation for not cherishing soldiers and not fearing the gods.

Wickham saw where the two of them were muttering, and he didn't know what they were talking about, so he asked aloud, "Your Royal Highness, what's going on?" With a wry smile on her face, Savida uttered Decis's request to clear the battlefield.

Wickham, of course, knew what Desis was up to, so he persuaded: "Your Royal Highness, you can't agree to him!" It's opening the way for his offense! ”

Savida smiled bitterly, "Don't I know? But if I refuse Descis's request, the hearts of the Guns will be scattered. ”

Wickham looked at the expressions of the soldiers around him, and his heart was clear, and he stopped talking.

The battlefield then fell in an eerie calm, with the Decisian rebels busy carrying away the corpses and wounded from the battlefield, while the soldiers of the Musketeers were busy cleaning the chambers of their guns from the remaining gunpowder for the harsher battle below.

Wickham always had a bad premonition, he felt that the other side would not just clean up the battlefield, because even if there was no obstacle on the battlefield, the rebels would still not be able to break through the current defense line.

What was wrong, Wickham frowned deeply, trying to figure out where there were still holes in his defenses.

At this time, the soldiers in front suddenly let out a burst of exclamations, and Wickham hurriedly walked to the front to take a look, only to find that many large wooden shields appeared in front of the battlefield, wrapped in thick animal skins, and were slowly approaching their own defense line.

This is a batch of special shields that Kitty asked the people behind him to make quickly, in fact, there is nothing new, that is, let the two large shields be tied together, and then covered with animal skins and poured water.

Although the entire animal skin and wooden shield have become cumbersome, the defense power has also increased exponentially, and it is definitely not something that the lead bullet of the smoothbore gun can penetrate. Wickham secretly screamed in his heart that this mode of defense against guns and bullets was used when the Manchus and the Japanese army were fighting, although it was very cumbersome, but it was very effective.

Some of the soldiers began to panic and opened fire without waiting for the officer's order, and the line burst into staccato gunfire. But it backfired, and the lead bullets that had once been invincible and tore the bodies of countless warriors were now powerless in the face of the thick animal skin shield.

Seeing this, Wickham shouted in a hurry: "Damn, who let you shoot!" You damn fools, wait until you get closer, and now I'll honestly keep the bullets in your chambers! "Wickham felt powerless for a while, if he had a cannon, he was afraid of giving it to Mao, and if he shot it directly, those wooden shields would have to turn into wooden slag!

As the shields slowly moved to a distance of fifty yards, Wickham hurriedly ordered a salvo, hoping that the lead bullets would tear through the wooden shield's defenses at such a close distance. But the facts gave Wickham a blow to the head, and those buckshot shots on the water-absorbing hides were of no use at all.

Wickham can be regarded as having seen the power of the Eighth Route Army's native tanks back then, but these old black ideas are too advanced, and this kind of subtle method can be thought of, and he really doubts that there is also a hidden traverser on the other side.

Seeing this, Prince Savida also became anxious, and hurriedly pulled Wickham and asked, "George, what do you say now?" ”

Wickham said angrily: "What can I do, I can only fight!" ”

Wickham has never been a man to sit still, and rather than wait for the enemy to push in front of his own defenses, it is better to take a bold fight and maybe there is a chance of survival. With this in mind, Wickham said: "When the enemy comes near, we will rush out and take them by surprise!" Savida had no choice but to agree to Wickham's suggestion.

The rebels' hides and shields soon approached a distance of about twenty yards, and the Xhosa hoplites who were hiding behind the hides and shields were all excited, remembering the scene of being pressed and beaten by the fire and spear team just now, and they felt a burst of fire in their hearts, thinking that they would have to find a place later.

Desith looked at the formation of the other party without any movement, and wondered for a while: "Kitty, what kind of trick do you think my cunning brother is thinking about again?" ”

Kitty didn't know why, but said perfunctorily: "Your Highness, maybe Savida felt that he couldn't break the heavy shield, so he gave up?" ”

After saying that, Kitty also felt that even she didn't believe in such a reason, even if she couldn't break the animal skin wooden shield, it wouldn't break the jar, right? The Xhosa people have no habit of being tied up, and Savida is no exception, even if he dies in battle, he will fight until the last moment.