While Decis and Kitty were at a loss, Wickham and Savida pulled out their knives at their waists and shouted, "Brothers, let's kill all these shameful usurpers, rush!" ”

The Chieftains in front rushed out with their spears in their spears, while the musketeers in the back, led by Wickham, rushed forward with bayonets. The jungle of bayonets, nearly several feet long, radiated a bloodthirsty glow in the setting sun.

Although Wickham rushed ahead of the fire and spearmen, he couldn't help but curse his mother in his heart. Ever since he joined the damn Royal Navy, he's been licking blood from the knife's edge, and if he continues like this, I'm afraid he'll burp himself before he arrives in China.

It's just that now he can't tolerate Wickham not wanting to, if he wants to live, he must defeat the enemy in front of him, and he doesn't think that Decis, who has long seen him unpleasantly, will let him live after the successful usurpation.

The counter-charge of the Xhosa Muskets immediately stunned the rebels who were slowly moving behind their shields, and they did not expect that the inferior Muskets would dare to rush towards them first. Before the heavy infantry could react to what was going on, the bayonets and sharp spears beckoned, and a few stunned men were stabbed in the abdomen and fell to the ground screaming.

The guards of the Chieftains' Guard were some of the bravest men in the entire tribe, and they were led by Prince Savida as they easily scattered the enemy's formation, leaving a bloody storm everywhere they went.

Wickham took advantage of the whole opportunity and rushed inside with a team of muskets and guns to open fire, and the heavy infantry who were caught off guard were shot and fell to the ground. The close-range shotgun fired, and the power was even more terrifying, and an unlucky guy directly let the hot lead bullet blow off his entire head, and the white brain mixed with scarlet blood was all over the place.

Of course, in this chaotic situation, accidental injuries are inevitable, and the chief guard in front of Wickham was hit in the back by lead bullets flying from behind, and fell to the ground obviously unable to survive. However, this is also inevitable, in order to kill and injure the enemy army as efficiently as possible, Wickham can't care so much.

"Damn it!" Wickham cursed, his men were not idle, he quickly pulled out the already loaded handcuffs and shot at the Descist hoplites in front. In a fast-changing battlefield, there is only one chance to shoot, and it is very dangerous to stop and reload. The musketeers who had finished firing could only strangle themselves with their bayonets and the enemy's spears.

After dropping the handcuffs, Wickham picked on a slightly smaller foe and met them. Persimmon has to pick up soft pinch, Wickham will not clumsily rush towards those "humanoid machines", he is not a master of hand-to-hand combat with cold weapons.

The little man, apparently aware of Wickham's intentions, threw down his shield and speared at him. Wickham thought about the fencing skills that Bert had given him on the boat, lowered his weight slightly, adjusted his feet into a steady T-step, and met him with his sword in both hands.

The little Xhosa man bent like a leopard accumulating, and with a loud roar, he stabbed his spear into Wickham's chest with all his might. He is already familiar with this kind of action, and the enemies who died under his simple move are not hundreds, but dozens.

The strong wind brought by the spear of "......" blew on Wickham's face, and he adjusted his pace slightly to dodge his opponent's spear, and then raised his command knife high and slashed at the small man's spear. The shoddy spears of the Xhosa tribe were no match for the steel knives made by the English blacksmiths, and the spears were cut in two by Wickham's hard work.

The little man stared at the broken spear without a spearhead in a daze, his eyes wide in disbelief that his opponent's sword was so sharp.

Wickham looked at the lieutenant's sword with a glowing light in his hand with satisfaction, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart that this was a good knife! Originally, he thought that the saber of European officers was just used as a decoration or a prop to show his status level, but he didn't expect that this somewhat gorgeous saber was still a killing weapon!

In fact, there is nothing surprising about this, although the command knives of the officers basically do not have the opportunity to slash the enemy, but this saber evolved from the medieval aristocratic saber has not lost the essence of actual combat, and it is still extremely powerful in the fight of cold weapons.

The little man's expression flashed with panic, and then his eyes flashed with greed, and now he wanted nothing more than to snatch the sharp knife for himself. The little man was armed with a broken spear, but he rushed at him in unison. A flash of sharpness flashed in Vickham's eyes, and he strode forward and stabbed his opponent in the abdomen.

The little man hurriedly turned sideways to block Wickham's sharp blow with a broken spear, which was able to block the fatal blow. Wickham smiled wickedly at the corner of his mouth, the stab was a challenge, and the cold blade instantly cut a long cut on the opponent's chest!

The little Xhosa infantryman's eyes waited like brass bells, and he staggered to the ground, clutching his chest, which was constantly bleeding, unwilling to die.

Wickham breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of the man dead by his own sword, but before he could withdraw his saber, he felt a sharp pain in his right leg.

Exercise! Wickham was so painful that he almost didn't shed tears, and when he turned around, he realized that another enemy hoplite, who had gone around his flank, had slashed the shaft of the spear into his left leg.

Damn, careless! Fortunately, the spearhead didn't hit the leg, otherwise the leg would have been scrapped.

On the battlefield now, the soldiers on both sides are black, and Wickham, a guy in white skin, is very conspicuous in the battle group, and it is normal to be targeted by many enemies!

The descis hoplite took advantage of the moment when Wickham was fighting with the little man, and seized the opportunity to give Wickham a hard blow.

Wickham tried to stand up and fight back, but he staggered and fell to his knees again, damn it, it hurt so much. The rebel soldier approached his prey with a sinister smile on his face, thinking that this should be the British ** advisor that His Highness Decis said. If you take his head back, it should be worth a few cows and sheep, right?

Looking at the approaching opponent, Wickham was left with only despair in his heart, and silently greeted Lord Magalny's mother a thousand times in his heart, this damn guy simply sent himself to die!

At this moment, a bloody bayonet suddenly appeared in the big man's chest, and the corner of his mouth foamed with blood and fell to the ground. The soldier of the musket team pulled the bayonet out of the hapless man's forehead and chest, and then helped Wickham to his feet and asked in the native language, "Instructor Wickham, how are you?" ”

Wickham let out a sigh of relief, and found that his back was covered in cold sweat, and the young man in front of him was none other than Darby, who was the fastest reloader in the Muskets. Although he couldn't understand what the other party was saying, Wickham replied in English: "Thank you." ”

Wickham stood up with Darby's support, only to find that the situation on the entire battlefield was quite unfavorable. Savida and the chieftains were already surrounded by the Descetic hoplites, and the Xhosa Muskets were no better, because they were not trained to fight at all, and the soldiers of the Muskets fought the hoplites instinctively, using bayonet rifles as spears.

How could these rookies who had just entered the battlefield be the opponents of the heavy infantry with seasoned hand-to-hand combat, and in less than ten minutes of hand-to-hand combat, the musket team lost most of it.

While the two sides were fighting each other, the earth suddenly rumbled and trembled, and soon a large number of cavalry appeared on the distant skyline. The cavalry didn't stop, but rushed towards this side, whether it was the soldiers of the Sisses or the musketeers of Savida, they would cut down anyone they saw anyway.

Wickham was stunned by this scene, wasn't this damn Xhosa cavalry transferred out by Desith, why did this come out again? And this posture is to kill everyone on the battlefield! The soldiers on both sides were in a scuffle, and they were caught off guard by the full force of the cavalry, and soon collapsed. Most of the Xhosa soldiers, whether they were the hoplites of the Desis or the muskets of Savida, chose to lay down their weapons.

Savida, Desis, and Wickham were soon taken into custody by the Xhosa cavalry, and all three looked at each other, somewhat unclear.

"Look at the good things you've done!" A majestic voice was like thunder, startling all three. When I looked up, it turned out to be the old chief who disappeared after the battle! At this time, the old chieftain was riding a red steed with a sword decorated with gold and ivory hanging from his waist, and was surrounded by dozens of horsemen towards this side.

"Father?" Decis's heart was full of surprise, he thought that most of the Xhosa cavalry was in his hands, but in the end, his father transferred the Xhosa cavalry and gave him a fatal blow.

The corners of the old chief's mouth showed a smile that seemed to be a smile, which made Desis look at the cold behind his intuition: "In your eyes, I'm afraid I'm just a useless old fool!" Oh, son, sometimes you young people have a lot to learn. ”

After speaking, without waiting for Descis to defend, the old chief picked up the horsewhip in his hand and slapped Desisi fiercely: "You rebel, I'm not dead yet, so impatient to do it to your brother!" I'll kill you, you rebel. ”

Descis's face was whipped to the point of bloody flesh, and for a moment everyone present was silent. Wickham looked at the old chieftain who was in a state of rage, and understood for a moment. The old chief probably knew what Decis was going to do, and even turned a deaf ear to the little maneuvers he had made in the cavalry unit.

It was not that the old chief was not in a hurry, but that the little tricks that Descis thought he was clever were of no use to him at all, because the power of the Xhosa cavalry was always firmly in his hands. The reason why he allowed Decis and Savida to fight privately until the victory was almost decided, and Shi Shiran appeared as an arbiter was because he wanted to tell his two sons that he was the real supreme man of the tribe, at least until he died!

Wickham was a little relieved, he found that from the day he crossed over, he had committed the mistake of arrogance, thinking that he had an extra three hundred years of knowledge, and he underestimated the heroes of the world. Now he realized that even the chief of a small tribe in South Africa could play with power so skillfully, so why bother with the European continent and China, which are a hundred times more complicated than here? He's still young.

It seems that there are certain characteristics of human beings that are not learned later, but are innate.

"Decis, for the sake of your dead mother, I will not kill you. But you will never be in my tribe again! The old chief was tired, and he gasped and cried out.

"Father・・・・・・" Descis was still trying to defend something, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he was rudely interrupted by the old chief: "Get out! Before I change my mind! Decis shook his body, and he shouldn't have stayed any longer, and stepped on a war horse and walked away, along with the former guard Kitty.

After Decis was gone, the old chief squinted at Savida and said, "Before you do anything, don't forget that I'm not dead!" Prince Savida was silent, but nodded yes.

Before leaving, the old chief tapped Wickham on the shoulder with his horsewhip and said, "You are very good, we Xhosa people never treat our friends badly. ”

After saying that, the old chief left the stunned Wickham and left with a group of retinues.