The guerrillas did not dare to approach the city, and most of them scattered and took refuge on the outskirts of the city. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

One of the perks of joining the guerrillas is that they are issued a set of hunting suits, which are very light and capable, but they jump on the line at every turn. Fortunately, Wang Li's needlework is not bad, and she helped me make it up again.

"The enemy has appeared! It's a supply team! ”

Heralds rode and shouted loudly into our camp, breaking the silence of the morning. The horses were covered in white smoke after a vigorous exercise, and a soldier took the reins to feed the horse, and the herald lifted the tent of the headquarters and walked in. The news brought by the scout was the clarion call for battle, and I woke up my men who were still asleep, and I didn't have a chance to eat for a while without eating.

Breakfast was a mess of can't tell what it was, and it was roughly a mess of potatoes, soybeans, corn flour, and so on. I tasted it a little first, I can eat it, it's a little salt, and then I vomited it all when I took a sip, and the salt bumps of my mother haven't melted yet.

Don't expect to go to the cook's theory, those guys are grooms, blacksmiths, cooks, and I can only pray that the potatoes are washed. But I was so busy that I thought it was mysterious, and I secretly poured the mush when I saw no one, and it was soon licked clean by the horses that smelled it

The ambush was not far away, just around the corner of an avenue into the city, and the person who chose this place was a melon. Not to mention the terrain, the distance of less than three kilometers from the city is a big problem, and it takes less than half an hour for the enemy to come to support the city.

We are at the forefront of the ambush circle and are responsible for blocking the enemy's rear. The enemy came faster than we thought, with more than forty cavalrymen at the head and about a hundred musketeers behind a dozen fully loaded wagons.

There was a faint scorching smell of burning arquebuses in the air, and I looked back to see the militiamen with arquebuses lighting the arquebuses. I covered my forehead, and suddenly I really wanted to strangle them, a bunch of pig teammates, can you be more stupid?

We're on the upper hand, and the smell will soon reach the enemy, who will notice it if they pay a little attention. Although I hurriedly asked the nearby partisans to extinguish the arquebus, the enemy was aware of it.

"Alert!"

The leader of the cavalry raised his hand to signal the procession to stop, then turned his horse's head back to the back of the group, and the carriage quickly formed a circle, and the musketeers raised their guns to aim around, alerting them to possible enemy situations.

"We don't have a chance, retreat!"

The enemy was on alert, and there were more people than intended, so I gave the order to retreat.

"Bang" "Bang"

My comrades-in-arms lived up to the "good name" of their pig teammates, did not receive the order to fire, and several recruits who could not hold their breath opened fire, and then the entire front line opened fire in full swing, and the situation got out of control.

With the cover of the wagons, the enemy suffered minimal casualties, the white smoke from the muzzles revealed our position, and the British musketeers quickly lined up to fire and counterattacked. One by one, the guerrilla soldiers hiding behind the grass were shot and fell to the ground, losing their combat strength.

Lead bullets have strong kinetic energy, as long as they hit the human body, they will produce deformation, do not think that the flintlock pistol is not enough damage. Once hit, the wound will be several times the size of a projectile, and the lead remaining in the wound will poison people, and the chance of infection is much greater than that of other wounds.

The battle in front alarmed the guerrillas who were in ambush behind, and they quickly rushed over, but these fools actually took the big road!

The ground began to shake, and more than forty cavalrymen rushed straight to the guerrilla soldiers who came from behind. It is possible for someone to face the full thrust of the cavalry without changing color, but it definitely does not include these recruit eggs.

"Aim at those cavalry, shoot the horses!"

I commanded the squad to gather fire, but only a few people were loaded, and by this time the enemy forward was about to burst into the crowd.

"Fire!"

"Bang Bang"

The horses in front of them fell to the ground on their knees, drawing a long distance on the ground, and the unlucky eggs on the horses were thrown forward, and the click of broken necks could be heard far away.

After all, our attack was a drop in the bucket, and the cavalry that followed bypassed the fallen horses without slowing down in the slightest. As for the cavalry who fell to the ground and screamed, their fragile bodies could not stop the galloping of the war horses, and they turned into pulp in an instant when they couldn't dodge.

"Puff"

The cavalrymen lay their sabers flat, and the strength of their speed made it easy to break their necks. Several guerrilla fighters who had the misfortune of being decapitated were spurting blood, and continued to run forward a few steps before falling to the ground.

The cavalry that rushed into the crowd went on a rampage, and all those who stood in the way were knocked into the air, and their sternums were sunken and they vomited blood and died.

The blood-stained hooves of the horses finally stopped, the huge casualties aroused the blood of the guerrillas, the warriors with bayonets stabbed the enemy on their horses from all directions, the end of the cavalry was approaching, and the grieving guerrilla fighters turned them into blood gourds.

"Bang Bang"

The enemy infantry rushed over, and the dense partisan crowd fell in rows and columns. The ground shook violently in the direction of Boston, and a large battalion of British cavalry rushed to support, and we were completely defeated.

In this era, land warfare is still the world of cavalry, and they are continuing to write the glory of cavalry, and it is also the last glory!

"Retreat!"

I beckoned the guerrillas around me to evacuate from the jungle, where they could escape the cavalry, and as for the others caught up in the road, I could only say sorry.

The original camp did not dare to go back, we cannot hope for the loyalty of the captured soldiers, the most tested in this world is the human heart, and the most untested is also the human heart.

When we went out, we had 6 squads of more than 120 people, and in the end, less than four remained, and Jiang Yitao's team and I were basically complete.

We found a new camp, and in the past few days there have been more and more guerrillas and militias, and it is not easy to find a place without an owner.

Every day battles, large and small, took place in every dense forest, and the British found that there were brigades of guerrillas or militia in any wood.

The British fought very badly in the dense forest, and their dense formations could not be spread out at all. And many of the seasoned hunters of the guerrillas were like fish in water here, reaping their lives as freely as they hunted elk or pheasants.

As the British soldiers themselves put it, "many of them were sharpshooters and were good at sniping us with their spears".

Moreover, the bright red uniforms of the British army in stupid hats are like lights in the night, exposing the target from afar, and every sneak attack makes it look like a strong attack.

After suffering several heavy losses, the British army shrank its forces to the urban area and relied on the city to hold on for reinforcements.

On the night of June 16, we received orders to assemble a militia of about 1,200 men to occupy Bunker Hill in Charleston Heights, the commanding heights north of Boston.

We were stationed at the top of Breed Hill, which was commanding over the city, and the British could not escape our eyes in every move in the city. But it was also within the fire range of the British naval guns.

To be honest, I can't sleep well here, it's like sitting on a powder keg that can explode at any moment.