"Bang Bang"

The gunfire outside suddenly began to clutter, and the continuous gunfire made us lie even lower, only to find that the number of bullets fired into the church had plummeted. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

I got up and walked to the exterior wall and looked through the bullet holes.

There was chaos outside, and the militia that had been hiding reappeared.

Everyone has courage, but it often needs external forces to inspire it. Seeing the fierce fighting on our side, the militia fighters who had been retreating spontaneously took up arms and walked out of the house again amid the worries of their families.

The British were in great trouble, the militia opened fire on them from all sides, and even some local women joined the battle, and the number of people assembled was increasing. They start from the streets, from the windows, the walls, the roofs... Attack the British wherever they may arise.

The square was open, which also meant that the British had nowhere to hide. The British soldiers covered each other with their backs to each other, but it did not do much, after all, the flintlock pistols in their hands could not match the fire of modern rifles. One by one, the British soldiers were shot and fell to the ground, and they found the whole town attacking them.

The inhabitants were misarmed with a variety of weapons, mostly old-fashioned arquebuses, and some even carried iron forks to pull hay for horses.

A fat aunt climbed up the wall with her ass twisted, carrying a shiny arquebus in her hand. The aunt aimed the gun diagonally at the British soldiers under the wall, but the iron sand in the chamber of the gun rolled down the barrel of the gun. The aunt put up the gun and grabbed a large handful of iron sand from the apron and reloaded it, and after thinking about it, the aunt took out a handkerchief and stabbed it into the barrel of the gun, plugging the iron sand. The aunt re-aimed and pulled the trigger with her eyes closed.

The gun didn't go off, the wind was too strong at the wall, and the fire rope seemed to be extinguished. The soldiers under the wall are very close to the wall, and when they look up slightly, they will find the aunt. I couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat for her.

Auntie blew the fire rope again, this time without fail.

"Bastards, look at this, this is Aunt Martha's greeting to you!"

The British soldier turned around in panic, and the muzzle of the black hole burst into flames. The aunt miscalculated the recoil of the gun, or she filled the medicine too much, and the huge force pushed her off the wall.

"Ahh

What is even more tragic is a group of British soldiers below, and a huge number of iron sand shot them in the face, all over the body. Several soldiers were killed on the spot with blood on their faces, and many more covered their faces and fell to the ground howling.

It's just a microcosm of the town, and it's all happening all over town, and Americans don't lack the courage to defend their property and their families.

The fighting ended with the British army's desperate exit from town, closed doors opened, and people rushed out of their houses to hug their loved ones. A couple of young men with faces covered in beanies boasted of their heroic exploits after the girl they liked, unconcerned about their wet crotch.

The corpses were carried to the square covered with white cloths and gathered, and the celebratory atmosphere fell silent, except for a few heart-rending cries.

Fighting, death is inevitable!

Whether they knew each other or not, people took off their hats, bowed and stood in solemnity to pay their respects to the deceased.

"Father!"

A girl in a long white dress threw herself on a bloodied corpse, the bald head and his daughter who had clashed with me.

The bald head was one of those arrested, who was stabbed to death by the British with a bayonet before the battle began, and along with him many others who were tied up behind him.

"I'm sorry, Annie"

Aunt Martha, who was riding on the wall, had her face blackened with gunsmoke, dragged her somewhat inconvenient legs behind the girl in the white dress, and gently patted and comforted her.

"Aunt Martha! Woo..."

Anne hugged her aunt and buried her head in her broad bosom and began to cry.

Grief is always more moving, Wang Li and Zhao Xue cried softly, and even Liu Yang was full of tears.

Well, this is a good phenomenon, at least it shows that Liu Yang has not completely closed himself.

The residents began to rebuild their homes, and so did we, and soon we had a good reputation in the town. Especially Wang Li, doctors were always so popular during the war years.

The four newcomers who were arrested were unfortunate, and it is difficult to say which side was killed in the chaos, because they had bullet holes in their chests and backs.

We were placed to live in Anne's house, which was a large, three-storey villa. His father is a doctor in the town, and he is usually popular. In order to facilitate Wang Li's rescue of the wounded, Anne, a strong girl, took out her father's entire set of "medical equipment".

These devices are more like murder weapons, and we can see our hearts tremble. All sorts of bloodletting needles, large and small saws, and a few glittering axes and chisels.

"This is a doctor, the cliff is a butcher!"

Jiang Yitao sighed and picked up a handsaw, and there seemed to be bones and ballast between the gaps. I nodded in agreement, and made up my mind that even if I died, I would not accept the treatment of other doctors in this era.

A few days later, the envoys of the state legislature arrived, and people gathered in the square to inquire about the latest news.

"The Carthaginians once agreed to surrender their weapons to the Roman army, only to be slaughtered by the Romans soon after. We should not lay down our arms, that is a God-given right!

Pointing a gun at a criminal or an evil ruler is justified defense, it makes no difference! ”

"The people are the masters, and the British Parliament is only servants, and the masters have the right to dismiss disobedient servants."

"The storm blowing from the north will send the sonorous echo of weapons to our ears. Our brethren have gone to war! Why are we standing here and watching? …… Is life so precious, so sweet that it is worth the price of shackles and slavery? I don't know how others will behave; As for me, I'd rather die than be free! ”

The words of the envoy are very demagogic, probably speaking the voice of the people at the bottom. Soon there was a terrible cry in the square:

"It's better to die than to be free!"

We also joined the guerrilla team formed by the state legislature, and with everyone's recommendation, Jiang Yitao and I also mixed up as squad leaders. After a brief training, we were led by the emissary to the city of Boston, where there were about 7,000 British soldiers.

"I finally understand the reason why the ban on guns in the United States has always been ineffective in later generations, and whoever dares to ban guns will dare to rebel."

Jiang Yitao expressed his opinion softly, the march was too boring, so we got together to chat and pass the time.

"The ban on guns was indeed the trigger for the American Revolution"

Mao Qiang always inadvertently expresses himself and shows his erudition.

"Just like the outcome of the U.S. Supreme Court's trial of MacDonald v. Chicago - the U.S. Constitution gives every citizen the right to own a weapon"

I haven't heard what Mao Qiang said, I only know that the Americans have suffered a lot for this theory, and the right to hold guns affirms the value of violence, which has laid a huge foundation for a peaceful society.

After two days of marching, Boston was in sight, the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder explosions, and war was about to break out!