Pioneer the small town of Pavel.

This is the westernmost border of the royal colony of Caginia, and further west it will really go deep into the interior of the New World, and it is also a wild place that few pioneers have set foot in.

Between the steep ravines of the Abayachi Mountains and the Blue Ridge Mountains, lies the fertile Crane Valley, a hunting ground for the Atlions.

Not far from here is Mount Brown, which is nearly two thousand meters above sea level, the veritable highest peak in the royal colony.

"Hey, how was Sara's harvest today?"

"Hahaha, a good harvest, today I hunted a leopard skin in good condition. Let's go, go to the tavern and I'll have a treat. ”

"Okay......"

It was already evening, and the hunters, dressed in deerskin jackets and armed with muskets, were returning to the settlement in the middle of the mountains, and the smoke of cooking began to waft through the town.

In this area where "civilization" and "wilderness" meet, most of the people who are willing to live here have two brushes. As for the families of women and children, they will not stay in this dangerous zone that has not been developed and transformed.

The dominant industry in the colony of Caginia was the large plantations, which mainly cultivated food crops such as rice and cash crops such as tobacco and indigo.

As the earliest colony of Tomstown, Caginia has the largest population, the largest number of plantations, and... Indigenous slaves!

And the function of developing a small town is not just for the so-called development of the wilderness.

Through the construction of Nimanster settlements, more fertile land was constantly encroached upon by the indigenous Atrians.

Another important function was to capture more Atrian slaves for the colony, mainly hostile small tribes, of course.

Beginning with the construction of the first colony in the New World.

In line with the all-soldier strategy, the Governors issued gun orders for all settlers to deal with the indigenous and other dangers that emerged in the New World.

The "gun order" stipulates that every household must own a firearm, which can be flintlock pistols, riding guns, and shotguns with a caliber of no more than 1.37 meters.

The Militia Act, enacted at the same time, required each militia to carry its own firearms, usually a flintlock pistol and a cartridge belt or pack.

At present, the major colonies do not have the capacity to manufacture firearms, and they are unable to issue standard firearms to all militias. But due to the need for gun repairs, gunsmiths and blacksmiths with part-time gunsmiths have appeared in some colonies.

And the town of Pavel is such an armed town with small sparrows!

In addition to the 200 young "hunters" armed with various weapons, an elite garrison of 30 men was stationed in total, led by a full-fledged knight-level captain, Major Greg.

Coupled with a mysterious professional transcendent nicknamed "Gunman" among the hunters, and a down-and-out low-level knight "Old Barron" who came to the New World in search of opportunities, a pioneering town with a total population of less than three hundred concentrated three second-order transcendents.

With the absolute superiority of equipment, this team alone dared to compete with more than three times the number of indigenous warriors, and won the battle.

However, from their strength, it can also be seen from the side that the external living environment of the New World is harsh.

And every night when they return to the settlement, a rare glass of wine is enough to comfort them after a hard day's work.

In the town's only tavern, the best hunters, still fully armed, were already serving with their glasses.

"Cheers! for the perfect leopard skin!"

"Cheers! for a better tomorrow!"

"Cheers! for the Crane Valley that will soon be ours!"

"Hahaha....."

There are countless reasons to drink, and even the Crane Valley, which is still firmly controlled by the Atellan natives, is clearly in their possession.

But when they drank wine and imagined the future.

Bang... Bang... Bang...

A thunderous sound of horses' hooves flew from afar.

The dutiful guards standing on the watchtowers on the outskirts of the town saw a large number of cavalry rushing out of the forest in the distance, and they had already rung the bronze bell.

Bells, bells, bells...

"Enemy attack!"

When the alarm bell sounded, even the most drunk hunters in the tavern reacted immediately, grabbed the musket at their feet and rushed out.

It is no exaggeration to say that a vigilant hunter in a dangerous area sleeps with a rifle on his pillow every day, and the musket has long been an integral part of their body.

Even if they cut down all the trees within a 200-meter radius of the camp in advance in order to prevent them from being attacked by the natives.

But when I heard the warning signal and rushed out.

The native knight who ran at the front, with a feather on his head and a shark-like mouth painted on his face, was already less than fifty meters away from the wall on the outskirts of the town!

Seeing them run out, the native knights had already taken the lead in attacking, using no longer backward bows and arrows but the weapons of civilized people, the "trade rifles".

Bang!bang!bang...

Smoke of gunfire abounded.

After decades of development, no matter who produced the trade rifles, they formed relatively fixed characteristics.

Unified smoothbore flintlock pistols, equipped with a light short barrel, have a slightly smaller projectile than a light charge, and do not emphasize power.

The trigger guard is large and can be operated with gloves in cold areas. Simplify parts and manufacturing processes at a very low cost.

Of course, the simple match also represents... Inefficient, there are not many hunters who are knocked out by buckshot.

After a round of shooting, no matter how many hits the odds were, the natives had already stepped through the smoke and rushed forward brandishing their melee weapons.

"Woohoo——!"

Among them are rope sheaths, catapults, obsidian saw swords used in the barbarian era, and steel sabers sold to them by unknown countries and forces!

At the same time, the hunters, who came behind the wall as fast as they could, cursed the damned black-hearted merchant, and took advantage of the fortifications that had been built long ago, and decisively fired back.

Bang!bang....

In the flickering of the gunfire, the indigenous cavalry was constantly shot and fell from their horses, and even if they did not die on the spot, they would be trampled to death by their follow-up companions.

The weapons in the hands of the hunters are obviously far superior to the natives in terms of power and precision!

This is also inevitable.

To these pioneers from the "civilized world", they don't look down on the inferior trade rifles.

Because there were not many cases of large-scale use of firearms in the New World, settlers and pioneers used firearms more for hunting and personal defense, and every shot hit counted.

The rifled guns, which are not yet complete and expensive to build, are far more in line with their pursuit of precision than smoothbore guns.

Therefore, the settlers of the New World favored rifled rifles more than the kingdom itself, and even gradually developed a rifled rifle modification chain and the corresponding tactics and even culture among the gunsmiths.

Among them, the Kentucky rifle is the most popular.

The barrel length is 1.17m, the full length of the gun is 1.57m, the .44-48 caliber is the most common, which is smaller than the .58-69 caliber common for smoothbore guns, the handguard and butt are elongated, and the weight is only 3.63-4.54kg.

Kentucky rifles hand-modified by different gunsmiths vary, but they are generally longer, smaller in caliber, and lighter in weight.

This is also the basic feature of the New World long rifled gun, and it is also the personalized development of the firearm to adapt to the wilderness environment of the New World. Judging from the development path of firearms, it is clear that the New World has gone ahead of the Old World.

Because of the high muzzle velocity and accuracy brought by the small caliber and long barrel, the Kentucky rifle can reach a range of 274.3 meters in the hands of an experienced shooter.

In comparison, the long smoothbore gun had a range of less than 91.4m and was much heavier, not to mention the inferior trade rifles in the hands of the natives.

Therefore, when the hunters launched a counterattack under the organization of the garrison Major Grieg, the absolute superiority of musket performance allowed them to fiercely suppress the momentum of the indigenous cavalry charge.

In particular, Ralph, one of the leaders of the hunters, carried eight long muskets behind him and three short muskets at his waist, and with each shot, a native must fall.

And this is the reason why they dare to fight against more than three times the number of natives, not to mention the fact that they still have fortifications to rely on.

Not to mention the more than 400 natives outside, even if it doubles, they are not afraid at all.

"Hahaha, damn the natives should obediently go to mining and farming. I'm going to sell all the guys who didn't die after the battle to the plantations. ”

"Yes, it just so happens that we haven't hunted slaves for a while, and the plantation owners have complained to me several times. ”

“......”

However, just as the situation in the town was good, the garrison and the hunters had already stabilized their positions in the sudden surprise attack.

Two hundred meters away, in the woods, a group of sturdy natives with blue-black tattoos on their bodies stepped out.

Woohoo——!

They roared wildly, and in unison they raised their obsidian saw swords, which had been blessed by the shaman, and charged forward.

These people didn't ride horses because they ran faster than galloping horses!

Dusty.

The relaxed expression on Major Greg's face completely dissipated.

One, two, three... There are eleven of them!

The totem marks on their bodies kept writhing, and before they could get close, a fierce aura from the wilderness was already rushing towards them.

It seems that it is not a group of people who rush over, but a group of bloodthirsty beasts. Especially the bloodshot eyes, it's like trying to devour your own life!

Faced with this situation, many hunters who were still talking and laughing just now fought one by one, and even the accuracy of their muskets was several notches lower.

"The Great Sea Shark Totem, this is... The Araucan clan has slaughtered the three pioneering towns of the kingdom!"

Seeing the totems on their bodies, Major Greg's teeth were already crunching, and he was already clearly aware.

Even if he is an official knight, unless he turns around and runs away now, he will be in a catastrophe today.

However, he touched the special potions that the Governor had given to each of the frontier towns in his pocket, and the Major drew his sword and shouted:

"Fight!"

Whoosh!Whoosh...

In the blink of an eye, the totem warriors, who numbered as many as eleven men, had already rushed past the cavalry into the town, and the tall horses were shattered with a single sword.

White-knuckle battles, no, it's the slaughter that begins!

The huge gap in the transcendent level is no longer something that ordinary firearms or the will to fight can make up.

The low-ranking knight "Old Barron" was the first to be besieged.

Subsequently, carrying eight well-made rifled Kentucky rifles, the musket was used in a magical "gunman".

It was only in a wind-like outburst that killed two people that they were overwhelmed by more totemic warriors.

And Major Greg, who was the strongest, was also slashed in the chest by the chief of the Araukan clan, Mangunk, with a sword after killing one person with the belief of death.

At the last moment, he only had time to spill the potion in his hand on the other party's body, and laughed miserably:

"Clan Araukan, the kingdom will avenge us!"

Fell to the ground without a sound.

"Phew, the invaders are not qualified to talk about 'revenge'!"

Spat disdainfully, Mangunk, who was tall and abnormal with a great white shark totem on his body, had already pulled out a dagger and peeled off Greg's scalp and ripped out his heart.

By following God's will, you can gain more power by capturing more of the invader's flesh and blood for sacrifice.

Scalp off the colonists and sacrifice them to the gods, while the samurai devour the hearts of the colonists they kill with their own hands, and if you kill enough people, you can even become a new totemic warrior!

This is also the root of the fact that the tribe of the Araukan clan is small, but it has so many totemic warriors.

At the same time.

On a tree in the outer woods, an Atrian native, cloaked in a black feather cloak and armed with a bird's head, looked at the slaughtered town of Pavel and let out a grock in his mouth:

"Kill, eat, under the guidance of Lady Raven, with all the nature spirits as the spearhead, the flame of vengeance will completely burn the entire continent!"