"Peng!"

The small boat stopped moving, and the soldiers on the boat rushed forward with their bodies.

"Hurry up, hurry up and get off the boat, form an array on the beach, watch your step, in case there are traps..."

The captain of the ship, his eyes fixed on the front, patted the shoulders of the soldiers around him one by one, and gave orders in a low and quick voice.

The soldiers didn't say much, grabbed their weapons in their hands, quickly overturned the boat, and slowly moved forward through the knee-high water.

"Croaking and croaking..."

The movement of the soldiers entering the water alarmed Ah San on the shore.

The three people, whose heartstrings were tense, shouted loudly.

The soldier with a bow and arrow drew his bow and shot a sharp arrow in the direction of the sea.

"Whoosh..."

In the sound of the waves crashing, the team leader faintly heard the sound of sharp arrows breaking through the air.

He grimaced.

"Beware of the enemy's rain of arrows, shield soldiers to defend!"

"Drink!"

The shield soldier who walked in the front stood up the shield with a low shout, and the soldiers who were slowing down behind rushed forward and hid behind the shield soldier.

With such shallow water, although the arrow cannot be blocked, with this cushion and the half-body armor on the body, it is enough to ensure the safety of life.

While the other soldiers lay in the water or hide behind their shields, the flintlock musketeers let out their hands and raise their guns as they reached for the powder bag.

If they were going to lie in the water and the gunpowder was wet, then they would be completely ineffective and could only be stabbed with bayonets.

"Whoa......

"Duoduo..."

"Uh-huh..."

A large rain of arrows flew, some into the sea, some nailed to shields, some shot at the soldiers, who did not dodge, and there was a muffled sound of pain.

"Fight back!"

The squad leader let out a low shout, raised the flintlock pistol in his hand, opened the hammer and aimed it in the direction where the arrow was missing, and pulled the trigger in his hand.

"Bang bang bang..."

Dozens of flintlock pistols fired in a volley, and a scream rang out from the opposite side.

"Go up, go up, build a line of defense on the beach."

After shooting, the squad leader reached out and pulled out a new package of gunpowder, urging the soldiers to hurry forward.

The soldiers did not dare to stop, pulling their wounded teammates and running quickly to the beach.

"Kill! Kill all these enemies..."

The soldiers of the Marine Corps rushed up, and the three men also rushed down with their weapons under the roar of the officers.

"!"

Seeing that the enemy had launched a charge, the squad leader cursed in a low voice.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

Pushing the soldiers around him hard, the squad leader urged the soldiers to speed up and quickly establish a defensive line on the beach.

The two sides were moving slowly from top to bottom, the other wading through the water, and collided on the beach.

"Ping-pong, jingle..."

"Poof..."

"Ahh

The clash of weapons sparked a lot of sparks, and from time to time soldiers on both sides were cut to the ground, letting out a wail of pain.

"Bang!"

The squad leader who urgently loaded the ammunition put down a Ah San with one shot, turned around to dodge a guy's crackling, quickly pulled out the bayonet, didn't care about inserting it in the muzzle, roared angrily, knocked down a Ah San, pressed the opponent's head with one hand, and the bayonet in his hand slashed at the opponent's neck.

"Poof!"

"Ahh

A clatter of a throat being cut was heard at the same time as a scream.

The squad leader roared in pain, reached out and grabbed the spear that had been stabbed into his waist, pulled it out vigorously, and turned around and flew the bayonet in his hand out.

"Poof!"

The bayonet that flew out pierced Ah San, the captain of the sneak attack.

Ignoring the bloody wound, the squad leader picked up the spear that had been stabbed on him just now, and pierced Ah San, who rushed over with a strange scream, to the ground.

"Array... Don't mess up, don't mess up..."

The squad leader endured the pain of the wound, held a blood-stained spear in his hand, and roared loudly.

The Marine Corps soldier, who was messing with Ah San, heard the captain's shout, and his originally somewhat flustered heart instantly calmed down, and he quickly rushed to the captain's position.

The shield-bearer held off the enemy's onslaught, and the spearman kept thrusting forward.

A few soldiers with flintlock pistols quickly reload and shoot outside.

After the array was temporarily gathered, the team leader didn't look for the flintlock pistol that he didn't know where to throw it, but brandished the spear in his hand and stabbed it hard outside the shield.

Fortunately, the moonlight tonight is good, and I can vaguely distinguish between the two parties.

If they couldn't see their fingers, they weren't sure who the weapon had hit.

"Kill, kill them all!"

Hart stood on a high place, staring at the surrounded marines below, waving the knife in his hand, and loudly ordering the three men below to attack quickly.

His bold charge just now made a decision, and although he caused a lot of casualties on his side, the other party was not much better.

Glancing at the corpses on the beach, Hart vaguely saw dozens of corpses of foreign enemies.

"Hahaha..."

Looking at the corpses of the foreign enemy lying on the beach, Hart couldn't help but laugh maniacally inside.

The enemy is nothing more than that, he still thinks how powerful he is.

Some time ago, he heard that the group of guys who attacked the enemy's temporary camp suffered thousands of casualties before they took the camp.

And in today's battle, the casualty ratio of the two sides should be 2:1.

Two people can win one, which is a big win.

"Bang bang bang..."

Just as Hart was in ecstasy, a burst of gunfire rang out from the sea.

Ah San, who was besieging the Marine Corps soldiers on the shore, fell down in an instant.

As soon as Hart looked at it, he saw dozens of small boats appear on the beach, rushing down in large numbers with shouts.

Behind the soldiers, dozens of soldiers armed with flaming weapons were shooting desperately at the three men.

Every time a sound sounded, a soldier fell to the ground screaming.

"Damn, their reinforcements are coming!"

Hart scolded in a low voice, glanced at the beaten Ah San, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he ordered behind him.

"Shoot the arrows!"

Hearing Hart's order, the officer commanding the archers was stunned for a moment.

"Lord Hart, there are still our people down there, if you release the arrow now, it will be easy to get injured by mistake."

Hart's eyes narrowed when he heard this, and he pulled out the knife at his waist and pointed it at the neck of the archer officer.

"Lord Ben orders you to release your arrows!"

Feeling the coldness of his neck and shoulders, the archer officer swallowed and raised his hand in a salute.

"Obey your orders, sir!"

"Humph!"

Hart didn't withdraw his sword, still looking coldly at the archer commander.

"Listen to my orders and release the arrows!"

The archer officer wiped the sweat from his forehead and waved his hand at the hundreds of archers lined up.

In the scene just now, the archers all saw it, and no one dared to hesitate, they drew their arrows and drew their bows to the full moon, aimed at the beach, and released the bowstring.

"Whoosh..."

The arrow flew out of the air quickly.

Because this time there were shouts of killing below, no one heard the sound of the arrows missing.

"Puff puff ......"

The rain of arrows fell, and many Marines who had no time to dodge, as well as Ah San, fell to the ground screaming.

"!"

"Rush forward!"

The battalion commander of the second group rushed over, pulled out the arrow shot at his shoulder with a low curse, and ordered to advance with a wave of the broadsword in his hand.

The marines who were resisting in formation under the rain of arrows heard the order and quickly formed an assault formation.

"Kill!"

The shouts of the mouth hit the morale, and the soldiers, under the cover of shields, went uphill to the beach and launched a charge.

The morale of the Ah Sanmen, who were shot down by the rain of arrows from their own people, was already on the verge of collapse, and now the Marine Corps soldiers rushed and collapsed in an instant, and they didn't resist anymore, they turned around and ran.

"The enemy's morale has been dispersed, brothers will kill me!"

Seeing that the enemy turned and ran, the battalion commander roared angrily and rushed forward with his sword.

"Kill!"

The soldiers also shouted loudly, followed the battalion commander, and quickly charged upward.

"Damn, bastards, let's smash them to death."

Seeing that his subordinates turned around and ran, Hart scolded angrily.

After ordering the archer officer to continue firing the arrows, he simply ran to the high slope and ordered the slave soldiers guarding there to immediately push down the logs.

The slave soldiers, not daring to disobey the order, raised their torches and set fire to the rolling logs brushed with fire oil, and pushed them down with their forks.

"Watch out for the logs!"

The battalion commander of the charge reminded loudly, dodged one of them in a jump, and continued to rush forward quickly without stopping.

"Musketeers suppress the enemy!"

The deputy battalion commander, who commanded the musketeers, took advantage of the opportunity to illuminate the enemy when he was lighting up the logs, and immediately ordered flintlock firing from the muskets.

The flintlock gunner, who had just stopped shooting for fear of accidentally injuring him, aimed at the bright light of the torch and pulled the trigger.

"Bang bang bang..."

A row of gunshots rang out, and several slaves, Ah San, who were pushing the rolling wood and holding torches, rolled down screaming.

"Rush!"

Seeing that the flintlock pistol was suppressed above, the battalion commander roared angrily, allowing the soldiers who were dodging the rolling logs to continue to charge.

"Bastard!"

Hart, who was lying on his stomach to avoid the shooting, saw the slave soldiers rushing up and killed one by one, and angrily hammered the stones beside him.

"Block the high ground, you can't let them rush up!"

Knowing that it was inevitable for the enemy to rush up, Hart kicked the adjutant next to him, telling him to quickly lead his soldiers to block the high ground and block the charging marines.

"It's my lord!"

The adjutant wanted to refuse, but when he saw Hart's cold eyes, he shuddered, and hurriedly responded, and rushed to the soldiers in the array.

"Earthquake Thunder!"

Just as Hart's adjutant and Ah San's soldiers were lined up on the high slope, a roar suddenly sounded below.

Due to the difference in language between the two sides, Adjutant Ah San did not understand what it meant, and still led people to wait on the high slope, ready to give a head-on blow to the Marine Corps soldiers who rushed up.

"Whew..."

Suddenly, more than a dozen iron balls flew up and smashed into the Ah San team in the array.

At that time, there were a few unlucky people, who were smashed on the head and bleeding, covering their wounds and wailing.

"What is this?"

One of them landed at Adjutant Hart's feet, and he looked at the smoking iron ball and tapped it with his knife in confusion.

He had also seen the iron ball shot by the artillery just now, but he didn't think it was fired by the artillery.

If it had been fired by artillery, it would have been impossible for those Asan soldiers just now to be smashed with their heads and bleeding and their feet.

"Could it be that the guy on the other side has no strength and can't throw it that far!"

In Hart's mind and their lieutenants, what had fired the cannonball was supposed to be a trebuchet-like weapon.

Artillery or something, they really haven't seen it, and they don't have any concept of it.

In their minds, the only thing that can launch an iron ball so far is a powerful trebuchet.

"It's a waste of such a good iron, go back and collect it and make a few knives!"

Listening to the clanging sound of the knife in his hand colliding with the iron ball, the adjutant who knew something about iron picked it up, thinking that after the battle, he would collect some and make a few good knives.

"Huh, what's the sound? How loud it sounds. Hey, there's still smoke going on here! ”

As he lifted the iron ball, the sound of the lead burning came from the iron ball, and smoke was still coming out of the handle.

Some curious adjutants, their eyes turned to the smoking handle, wanting to see what was going on.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

But as soon as his head was put up, suddenly a burst of fire rushed towards him, and then there was no more.