Black grenades were thrown into the sky.

Before the first grenade had reached its highest point, the second grenade flew out again......

Dense grenades flew in the sky, forming a dark cobweb, enveloping the entire cavalry on the hill.

From the rookie who had just entered the rivers and lakes in front of him, to Bill, who was holding two guns at the end of the team, they all raised their heads at this moment and watched the cobwebs that rose out of thin air and swooped down on them.

'What is this?' Bill looked at the sky strangely.

'Stones?' ’

He only felt ridiculous in his heart.

He had really seen the Indians fight with stones!

The people of Mohican in the Great Lakes used to charge at Bill's musketeers with stones......

But is this a turtledove?

Didn't they have muskets? Why throw stones at yourself?

……

No wonder Bill was puzzled, really, such a thing as a grenade has been away from the battlefield for a long time!

When gunpowder was first invented, its first military use was in the form of a hand grenade. But at that time, it was not called 'grenade', but was called 'Shocking Thunder', 'Thunderbolt', 'Thunderbolt' and a series of crazy and cool names!

With the westward invasion of the Mongol army, gunpowder was introduced to Europe.

The Europeans were also ecstatic about this at first, and at one point they set up a 'grenadier' unit specifically for this purpose. The soldiers carried a large basket on their backs and threw bombs as they charged.

At that time, the land of Europe was full of castles, and the attack power of gunpowder on castles was considerable. At this stage in the 14th and 15th centuries, gunpowder was used in much the same way – except for the cannons.

However, arquebuses appeared.

The battlefield no longer takes place in castles, but often in the wilderness, without castles to blow them up.

Moreover, the grenadiers sadly found that no matter how heroic they were, they simply had no chance of rushing in front of the enemy. Even on horseback.

To add insult to injury, the arquebus was followed by an even more powerful flintlock pistol.

As queuing to shoot became a classic tactic, the grenadiers were officially withdrawn from the stage of history.

The grenade has always existed, but for the cowboys of western North America, some of them may not have seen it in their lifetime.

If history had not been accidental, the revival of the grenade would not have had a chance until the Civil War. As the battle between the Southern and Northern armies fell into anxiety, a great wisdom finally discovered that it was possible to dig trenches in the ground to avoid enemy artillery fire, so both sides began to dig trenches wildly, hiding in the trenches and firing at each other;

After Da Ming invented the trench, Mr. Wolong discovered that the grenade is simply the nemesis of the trench!

In 1861, the former mayor of Buffalo, New York, William Quecham got inspiration from the feather shuttlecock, and made improvements to the grenade, made the grenade into a conical shape, and installed a wooden stick made of 'fins' behind its buttocks, which greatly enhanced the aerodynamic performance of the grenade, so that the grenade, a weapon, re-entered the battlefield, and since then, has become as important as rifles and bayonets, one of the necessary weapons of the infantry.

It's just that at this time, the grenade is still very primitive, and it needs to be 'loaded' before it can be thrown, and if the angle of impact is wrong, it will not explode. So it often happens that the Northern Army throws the grenade to the Southern Army, and the Southern Army picks up the grenade and throws it back...... It's like playing badminton!

The evolution of any kind of weapon is a long and tortuous process.

A seemingly simple design, I don't know how many trials and turns have gone through it.

It's just that when he arrives at the turtledove, he can avoid a lot of detours.

It's obvious that the wooden handle is installed - for no reason, all the grenades that Ikaruga has ever seen have wooden handles!

Impact grenades didn't appear in Turtledove's mind at all, and the grenades he had ever seen were thrown out by biting open the cap of the bottle and pulling the fuse. Unable to make an automatic ignition, he had to settle for the next best thing and build a manual ignition - the fuse was left outside, lit on the torch, and thrown out!

The doping of gunpowder with broken iron pieces is the basic operation, and everyone knows that the killing of grenades mainly depends on the killing of fragments, not the vibration of the 'boom'!

After directly crossing an unknown number of versions, the grenade made by the turtledove was at least twenty years ahead of that era, if not more!

Moreover, since the fire is lit on a torch, no one stipulates that only one can be lit at a time. Ikaruga himself grabbed four grenades in both hands, and watched the fuses burn as if he was playing with fireworks during the New Year in his memory.

……

The young man at the front of the line looked up, his snow-white chin just growing a soft beard, faintly glowing blue in the sunlight.

The turtledove's casual afterglow swept across his face, catching his surprise and bewilderment.

'This is a young man who hasn't had much blood on his hands yet'

The turtledove made a judgment at once.

It's a pity!

Round by round, the grenades flew through the sky, weaving a stagnant cobweb.

It was a moment, but it seemed like a long time.

The turtledove even seemed to have a familiar melody ringing in his ears:

"Dream of home, dear old house! my childhood and my mother's home; ”

"Often when I wake up is sweet looking, I keep dreaming of home and mother;"

……

The familiar melody flashed through the turtledove's heart like an electric current, and for a moment he felt that he wanted to say hello to the young man, and tell him not to have such childish and impulsive dreams again in the next life, lest he would always be fooled into being unlucky!

But in the end, he said, "Happy New Year!" "—It's still early for the New Year!

"Boom!"

It seemed that a large number of explosions had converged into one in a very short period of time, and this was the only loud sound that the turtledove had heard.

A huge wave of flames covered the entire hill at once!

Even the turtledove was unsteady in the trench, and one of them fell down.

The sky was obscured by the shattered earth, and the earth and rocks rained down on the turtledove's back.

Inside my ears, apart from the 'boom' I heard at first, I heard only a sharp and terrible hissing sound, like the sound made by a tweeter after it had been short-circuited.

He lay down in the trench and tried to get up, but tried several times without success.

It felt like it had been crushed against a mountain.

He was overwhelmed and wanted to shout for help, but in the end he could only make a 'ho-ho' sound!

His vision was blood-red, and he thought it was a hallucination at first, but then he realized that it was because his eye sockets were oozing blood.

The weight on top of his head was getting heavier and heavier, and mud and sand continued to fall on his back and head.

Soon, he felt that his eyes were dark, and he could not see anything.

He was completely buried in the mud and sand.