Chapter Seventy-Two: The Massacre Begins
In fact, although ten mortars are powerful, but the natives who are killed and injured at one time are about twenty, or even a dozen, for tens of thousands of natives, this number is too little. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. biquge。 info
And the natives are not unexperienced artillery, those Western colonizers brought cannons, so these natives also know the disadvantages of artillery, and these cannons have inspired the murderous nature of these natives.
Of course, this is also the reason why many tribal leaders find that there are not many artillery, and they command their subordinates to charge hard!
"Humph! The warriors of our Saalblin tribe are invincible, a few cannons are like stopping the footsteps of our warriors, the cowardly Chinese will only hide in this fortress, let our great tribal warriors, step on their turtle shells! ”
Salblin said in an arrogant voice, his tone full of arrogance.
In Mindanao, these natives are the supreme rulers. Even the mighty Maguindanao Sultanate and Buayan Sultanate did not dare to easily confront these natives. Especially in the vast forests, these natives have a great advantage!
"The warriors of the great Garbula tribe will easily defeat these timid Chinese!" The patriarch of the Garbula tribe also hurriedly said.
These natives can ensure that the north is not lost, and they do have some brushes, and they have seen the power of muskets, but he believes that with so many people dispatched this time, they can easily defeat these Chinese.
After all, the number of Chinese is still too small, and compared to these natives, they really don't have any advantage!
"Chong Chong Chong, the Chinese are all cowardly, and when they rush in front of them, they have no ability to resist!"
The warriors of some tribes also roared loudly, although the power of the mortar was strong, but it could not form a covering effect, and it was still impossible to fight these natives.
"Ready, fire!"
Zhao Feng looked at all this coldly, the mortar was still bombarding fiercely, although it didn't have much effect for a while, but Zhao Feng didn't let them stop.
These mortars can still fire dozens of rounds a minute, which can kill and injure hundreds of people at least!
Finally, the natives slowly rushed to within a distance of five hundred meters, and Zhao Feng had already ordered the soldiers to get ready.
These soldiers, who have undergone a baptism on the battlefield, have performed much better and more confidently this time, and their hands holding pistols have become stable.
"Three hundred meters, start shooting!"
Three hundred meters is the distance that soldiers can shoot accurately now, this distance will not waste bullets, and it can also form the maximum lethality, which greatly saves the physical strength of the soldiers.
"Fire!"
The distance of three hundred meters will soon arrive, and the natives are also excited at this time, although they have killed and injured hundreds of people now, but this is nothing, they have 30,000 people!
"Bang bang bang!"
The one hundred and eighty soldiers, who had been prepared for a long time, immediately opened fire one after another, and under the cover of the fortress, they were able to disperse the barrage attack, and with one shot, at least hundreds of natives died on the way to the charge!
The formation of the natives is too dense, and this dense formation, there is also a saying, called lining up to shoot, which is fatal to the current backward firearms, not to mention, they are facing modern muskets!
Queue up to shoot, attack again and again, is the death of hundreds of natives, under the distance of 300 meters, the power of the musket is maximized, and the power of the musket sometimes even penetrates several people, in this way, the damage of the aborigines, all of a sudden greatly increased, the faster you rush, the faster you die, and the more you lose!
"Shoot freely! Kill all the natives! ”
The squad leaders of this small unit under Zhao Feng all received the order and shouted loudly, the power of the musket has been verified, although there are many of these 30,000 natives, they are no longer in the eyes of these people.
The soldiers who served the national army now have enough confidence!
"Attack!"
One by one, the soldiers shouted loudly, and then shot at a rapid pace, semi-automatic rifles, which can attack at least once a second, the rate of fire is too fast, and this is still under the condition that the soldiers are not proficient.
And Zhao Feng at this time, there is no need to shoot, the soldiers of the national army have completely suppressed the natives, and the only thing that can be charged forward is death!
At this time, the soldiers seemed to have no other thoughts, and completely became a war machine, all they had to do was to fire bullets and kill those natives. It's a simple repetition, but it's powerful!
The distance of 300 meters is only a little more than a minute for Ren Chengren, if he charges quickly.
These natives are a little shorter, but it only takes about two minutes to run the distance of 300 meters!
But now, the distance of 300 meters seems to have become an indescribable obstacle!
Under the shooting of the 180 soldiers of the Baoguo Army, these natives charged one after another, but there was only one result, that is, continuous death, the corpses of the natives have been covered with a thick layer, and the open space of 300 meters to 200 meters before the entire fortress has become a sea of corpses, and 200 meters has also become a moat!
"Damn, how is that possible? How could those Chinese muskets fire so fast and so powerful!? ”
Salbula roared angrily, he couldn't believe that the warriors of his tribe were so fragile and vulnerable under the muskets of the Chinese!
Seeing the warriors of the tribe constantly falling on the way to the charge made his heart feel as if he was dripping blood! You must know that his tribe has more than 20,000 warriors, and the entire tribe has a population of more than 100,000, but the 15,000 people he brought are the most elite part of it.
Now there are countless casualties among other indigenous tribes, and there are also a lot of casualties among his tribes, these lessons are all valuable warriors!
In the event of a crushing defeat, it would be an irreparable blow to the Sablin tribe!
"Attack! Offensive! Go faster, rush in front of those Chinese, their muskets will be useless! ”
Salblin yelled loudly.
Now he can only hope to pin on this. By the time the battle began, the Sabrin tribe had already suffered heavy losses.
If you give up now, these warriors will be lost in vain. This would also have a great impact on his prestige within the tribe. So, he had to fight hard!
And the son's revenge must also be avenged, the natives are selfish, and people like him regard the tribe as their own private property, and he will never allow his prestige to be hit!
"What a stupid native......"
Looking at the natives who were still charging in the face of modern muskets, Zhao Feng said softly......
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