"Boom, boom!"

The sudden roar made the natives who were praying to the gods collectively confused, thinking that they were not praying well enough, which made the gods angry!

Before they could react, small stones, small lead blocks, and small projectiles hit them overwhelmingly, and for a while, flesh and blood flew sideways, screaming again and again.

In particular, the gathering area of the indigenous leaders who were ordered by Li Kang to focus on taking care of was even more miserable, the nine patriarchs, the nine major geese and some tribal warriors suffered heavy casualties, and the nine patriarchs were reimbursed four on the spot, and the others were almost all injured.

The reason for such a result is mainly that these natives are kneeling, and most of them regard the sound of the cannon as the anger of the gods, and their first reaction is to kowtow and repent, and they don't think about hiding at all, so they become immovable targets with pouting buttocks.

The next plot development shocked the jaws of all 2,000 Huaxia troops.

After a round of shelling, except for a small number of clever natives who got up in panic and shouted and looked around, most of the natives who did not die were panicked and knocked more diligently at the lake, and kept crying.

Obviously, the shelling was also dragged to the gods by them, and it was probably regarded as the punishment of the gods!

Zhou Bi, commander of the first battalion of the 11th Regiment, said with emotion: "No wonder the lord often educates us that ignorance and superstition kill people, but I didn't expect that people would really die!"

"In order to prevent them from continuing to be ignorant and future generations to be able to devote themselves to civilization, so, here we are!"

After a little trial adjustment, the second round of shelling began.

After dozens of dead and wounded again, this time, even the stupidest natives realized that something was wrong.

However, how could the Huaxia army let go of this kind of opportunity, before the natives thought of a way to counterattack, the sound of artillery rang out one after another, and the natives fell in pieces.

The rest of the natives are like frightened rabbits, scurrying about without rules.

"Put!"

"Put!"

"Put!"

The gunners excitedly charged, filled, ignited, and fired.

Eventually, some of the scurrying natives managed to avoid the shells and ran closer.

"First row, shoot!"

As the natives approached, the cannon stage ended, followed by a display of muskets and bows.

"Bang Bang!"

"Woohoo!"

White smoke billowed and arrows rained down.

Shot by feather arrows, as long as it is not the throat, heart and other vital parts, the natives gritted their teeth and still rushed forward vigorously, even if the natives were not armed, it often took four or five arrows to make a native's combat effectiveness.

But if you are shot by a musket, it is basically one shot at a time, and no matter where you are shot, it is the life of a lying corpse.

In this battle, the power of firearms was on full display - if you don't take into account the hit rate of the pit father.

After the head broke and the blood flowed, the natives also learned to be obedient, no longer crowded together in a mess, under the hoarse shout of the great patriarch, the natives quickly dispersed, in a "skirmish formation" to charge on three sides, the few bows and arrows finally began to sporadic counterattacks, although the effect is not good, but it can be regarded as a boost to the morale of the natives.

Moreover, the flying bone arrows caused the first casualty of the Huaxia army since the start of the war.

After all, the natives were outnumbered, and they were slaughtered several times, and the remaining number was more than the Huaxia army, relying on this advantage, the natives quickly approached the front of the Huaxia army.

Short-handed, imminent!

"Archers and musketeers crouch on the ground, archers abandon their bows and draw their swords, and musketeers have bayonets!"

"The sword and shield hand will put up a shield in front of him, and the spearman will follow!"

......

Orders were issued in an orderly manner, and the footsteps of the natives were getting closer and closer.

Finally...

"The spearmen are flat... Thorn!" the officers screamed incessantly in their loud voices.

"Boom!" a row of spears stabbed out of the gap in the shield, not even looking at whether there was a target, whether it was piercing the air.

"Close!

Blood splattered, spearmen stabbed, receiving, stabbing and receiving, without distraction, even if they were accidentally cut by the natives, the people behind would immediately drag the wounded or corpse away, and the vacant space would be immediately filled.

In this way, the front line has almost become a meat grinder, the corpses of the natives are piled up into a small wall, and the casualties of the Huaxia army are also rising.

"Not good!"

Yue Fei, who was holding a telescope in the rear to observe the battle situation, suddenly shouted, Li Kang was also taken aback, and hurriedly raised the telescope to look at Yue Fei's line of sight.

I saw the natives wielding bone spears, stone axes, and iron knives, and their faces were hideous, stepping on the stairs made of the corpses of their companions, climbing over the iron wall made of sword and shield hands, and rushing into the spearmen's positions in the rear.

Moreover, because there were too many natives rushing up, the sword and shield hands below couldn't cut their feet if they wanted to, so in desperation, they had to watch more and more natives rush behind.

The spearman, who had been doing mechanical movements, did not expect this to happen, and was a little flustered and at a loss.

At the critical moment, it was the grassroots officers who played a role.

"Don't panic!"

"Remember your usual training!"

"Stay in formation!"

"Turn back!"

The usual rigorous training still played a role at this time, and after hearing the familiar command voice, the soldiers subconsciously followed the order form, and after a few actions, the soldiers also stabilized.

"Not bad!" Li Kang was very satisfied, glanced at Yue Fei appreciatively, and said.

"It's the end of the strong crossbow!" Yue Fei's grim face finally showed a smile, "When this last trace of momentum is removed, it will be the time for my rank to cover up and kill." ”

"Hahaha... It seems that it can be over before lunch!" Li Kang smiled happily, quite a taste of "between talking and laughing, the canopy is in ashes".

It's a pity that God just can't get used to him, and the accident happened again.

This time the change occurred in the other direction, in front of the 1st Battalion of the 12th Regiment.

As before, the natives climbed over the shield wall with the help of their companions' corpses, but among the natives who climbed over the shield wall, the great leader of the Golden Clan and the four warriors beside him were mixed, and now, the pressure on the 12th regiment was much greater than that of the previous 11th regiment.

The golden leader led the four warriors on a rampage, like a tank, invincible, and even the small minions who followed behind were also stimulated to scream, as if they had brushed the furious battle buff, and their combat effectiveness increased instead of decreasing.

What's more, that Golden Clan Grand Leader was actually an innate powerhouse!

"It's not good! It's such a mistake!" Li Kang was the first to discover the situation this time, but it was too late to hold him accountable at this time, and every time he delayed, many more soldiers would die.

"Dian Wei, you guys go up!" Li Kang hurriedly ordered, "Remember not to fight hard... Get the Musketeer ready, then lead him to the Musketeer's ambush and shoot him indiscriminately!"