The Atayal ranks spread out like rags on the Holy Hill, and the rocks and deer made their ranks have to stop.

Antlers, flint spears, and stone axes armed the barbarian army, and those who wielded these weapons were generally more robust, while behind them were archers armed with slings and bows and arrows, and they had long hands and legs.

Each of them had unkempt hair, rough clothes, and most of their bodies were bare, with various tattoos on their dark skin.

Courage is the hallmark of Atayal, but the fast running of long distances and the obstruction of various fortifications make them look even more clumsy.

But the roars and collisions still shook the defenders at the top of the Holy Hill, not all of them were born warriors like Tang Mu, fearless.

Zhao Dahe smoked a cigarette and said something in his mouth to soothe the hearts of his subordinates: "It's just a group of barbarians, there are no ladders for rushing cars, no cannon trebuchets, and not even decent shields. It's child's play.

All they have is numerical superiority, so they will always shout and try to frighten us. But what's the use? In my eyes, they are a bunch of brutes, and it is no more difficult to kill these people than it is to kill a pig.

The pig will run away, but the brute will send it to the knife inside. ”

"It's just a bunch of pigs to be slaughtered." Tang Mu grinned and echoed.

Zhao Dahe laughed, stood up straight, and said, "Brothers, all obey my orders, beat the barbarians away, we kill sheep and eat meat, and drink a lot of wine." ”

Zhao Dahe was the commander of the defenders, and his composure infected many people.

"Light the arquebus, reload the sub-potions, aim at the enemy, and wait for my orders." Zhao Dahe shouted.

The fortifications made of deer and ropes were complicated, and all kinds of sharp bamboo and wooden poles stabbed and scratched many Atayal people, and the people in the front row tried their best to clear the obstacles, while the guys in the back row were restless and pushing, pushing and shoving, and the impatient guys shot their spears and arrows into the Holy Hill Fort, but under the protection of the rattan and stone walls, they were useless.

Tang Mu held up the high rattan card and protected himself and Zhao Dahe below, and there was a sound of stones beating from above, Tang Mu said: "Damn, it's like hail." ”

This sentence completely ignited the atmosphere in the Holy Hill Fort, and everyone laughed along.

Zhao Dahe carefully observed the attack of the Atayal people, some of them had already entered the fortifications, some of them had not, and there were the most people inside and outside the Luqi defense line.

Zhao Dahe took the last cigarette, threw the cigarette butt aside, and gave the order: "Shoot!" ”

He pulled the trigger, and the rope of the beak ignited the primer in the medicine nest, and the muzzle of the gun spewed out a ball of fire, and his shoulder seemed to have been smashed, and he paused backwards, but then half of his body was covered in white smoke.

After shooting, Zhao Dahe handed the arquebus to Tang Mu and took the other one from his hand, and Tang Mu sat cross-legged on the ground, reloading the medicine at the fastest speed, Rao is he is not afraid of heaven and earth, and the tension of being on the battlefield also made his loading speed drop a lot.

The musketeers fired almost at the same time, the thumping of gunfire, the whistling of bullets, the popping of the Atayal, and the screams of the Atayal were all intertwined into a bloody symphony.

And Matsushita Tomaki, who stands on the top of the cypress tree, shoots arrows one by one, and his position and state are like the conductor of this band.

The loud noise and fireworks made many Atayal people tremble, they didn't even have leather armor, and buckshot was too powerful for them.

The barbarians who gathered together could sometimes be knocked down by a single buckshot, and the deer became a bloody place before and after.

Soon, all the arquebuses were gone, and except for shooters like Zhao Dahe, who had a special loader, the rest of them could not achieve sustained firepower.

Someone pulled out a bayonet from his body, the so-called bayonet was just a short-handled weapon such as a modified sword, and the handle became a cork with the same diameter as the muzzle of the arquebus, and when stuffed in, the arquebus could be used as a spear, of course, it lost its long-range shooting ability, and more people directly picked up the spear.

The soldiers covered the rest of the men doing their jobs, especially the gunners, beckoning for the men to push the two guns to the door.

The artillery was a Francophone that was salvaged on Neilingding Island, and two of them were carefully selected and placed on a temporary gun carriage, but because of the complex terrain on the top of the Holy Hill, there was no space for it to be used, so it could only be used to guard the gate.

Behind the Atayal man, Kalou was stunned by the scene in front of him, he didn't expect that the bravest and strongest soldiers under his command would lose dozens of people in an instant, and these were all siblings brought out of his tribe, bone in bone, blood in blood.

For a while, Kalaw's eyes were blood-red, and he roared angrily and rushed to the deer, hacked an escaped guy to death with an axe, and said angrily: "Rush up, whoever dares to retreat will cut off the head." ”

The barbarians, who had no tactics in the first place, were even more disorganized at this time, desperate for the impact, because above the stone wall was the place where the thunder and fire occurred, and the smoke was filled, making the Atayal people think that there was some great terror there, so almost everyone rushed to the gate of the top of the holy hill.

The black-pressed Atayal man rushed to the gate with the last of his strength, but the gate made of tree branches suddenly turned upside down, and a car appeared at the door, with a small cannon on it, and the black hole was aimed at the Atayal man.

Bang!

With a loud bang, buckshot shot out like raindrops, splashing at the Atayal people, and the one in front seemed to have been kicked by a giant, flying directly backwards, knocking down a large number of people.

The bodies of these strong brutes were no stronger than paper in front of lead bullet, which tore through muscles, smashed bones, and then churned up the internal organs, and something mixed with blood and internal organs squirted out behind them, forming a cloud of blood mist.

And the shelling continued, and the bursting fire ability of the Furlong cannon was vividly reflected at this moment, and the six guns of one gun carriage were finished, and the other gun truck immediately pushed up and continued to spray lead bullets on the fleeing Atayal.

"Ahh.......h Shichiro Yoshida fell to the ground in fright at the first sound of the cannon, threw away the weapon in his hand, and screamed.

A gunner thought he was in the way and kicked him aside.

And the attackers collapsed the moment the cannon sounded, and countless barbarians threw away their own people and ran backwards.

"Chezhidan, pursue, don't chase into the woods." Zhao Dahe ordered.

This was the only reserve he left, did not participate in the defensive battle, under his orders, the Cutting Zhi Dan rushed out, armed with a sword or spear, chasing and killing the fleeing, those Atayal people were already gallicidal, where there was any thought of resisting, they were killed on the spot by these Cutting Zhi Dan like chopping melons and vegetables.

Tomaki Matsushita tumbling down on a cypress tree is not because he is not good at climbing, on the contrary, he is good at it. But Matsushita Fuming, who shot more than 20 arrows, had sore arms at this time and was extremely weak.

Seeing Shichiro Yoshida lying on the ground and pouting his buttocks, Matsushita Tomaki kicked hard and dragged him up: "Bastard, didn't you hear that Kiritan was chasing and killing the enemy?" ”

No matter how Yoshida Shichiro struggled, Matsushita Tomaki dragged him out of the stone wall, grabbed a spear, and chased him away, while Yoshida Shichiro screamed in fright, shrunk at the base of the wall, shivered, and cried a handful of snot and tears.

Matsushita Tomaki didn't stab any of the enemies with his spear because he was too late, but he controlled his men in time and didn't let the crazy guys rush into the woods, and even then, the Atayal abandoned the corpses and wounded along the way.

"Stand up, coward!" Tang Mu pulled Yoshida Shichiro up, pulled out the knife and stuffed it into his hand.

Shichiro Yoshida was pulled into the pile of corpses, Tang Mu pointed to a dying Atayal man, and said, "You, it turned out to be him." ”

The Atayal man was shot through the stomach by the lead bullet fired from the Fran cannon, and his intestines lay on the ground, and he was dead, but Shichiro Yoshida still didn't dare.

"Coward!" Tang Mu grabbed Yoshida Shichiro's hand and inserted the dagger into the Atayal man's chest, blood splashed Yoshida Shichiro's face, this blood seemed to have magic power, Yoshida Shichiro felt that the strength of his whole body was drained, and he sat on the ground and couldn't get up again.

"Thank you, Tang Jun." Fuming Matsushita, who was extremely tired, walked over and bent down deeply to Tang Mu.

He dragged Yoshida Shichiro out and Tang Mu forced Yoshida Shichiro to kill an enemy, the purpose was to save this guy's life, if it weren't for these two, Zhao Dahe would definitely correct Yoshida Shichiro after the war.

Tang Mu grinned, the corpses all over the ground and the wailing wounded soldiers did not make him afraid, he took off the cigarette behind his ear, lit it with a fire rope, and said: "Mr. Matsushita, if Yoshida Shichiro is still so cowardly, he will not be able to escape the punishment of military discipline." ”

"Yes." Matsushita Tomaki nodded heavily, and he looked left and right to find a horn helmet.

This helmet belonged to a certain Kishidan, and when he was chasing and killing, he felt cumbersome and was thrown on the road, and Matsushita Tomaki put the dagger into the helmet, stuffed the two into Yoshida Shichiro's arms, and said to him: "Shichiro, you are a soldier, learn to be brave, I order you, dig up our buckshot from the enemy's corpse, until this helmet is full." ”

"Mr. Matsushita, I'm ......" Looking at the blood stains all over the ground, Shichiro Yoshida's hands were trembling.

Matsushita Tomaki pulled out a sword and put it on Yoshida Shichiro's neck, and he shrunk his neck in fright, Matsushita Tomaki said: "Shichiro, before nightfall, if you are not satisfied, I will personally cut off your head to maintain the honor of the Kirichi Dan samurai." ”

Tang Mu took out a small wine jug from his arms and threw it into his helmet: "This is a strong wine, drinking it can strengthen your courage." ”

Shichiro Yoshida drank it all in one gulp, grabbed the dagger, and cut open the wound on the thigh of an Atayal man.

The Atayal man twitched, apparently not dead, and Shichiro Yoshida screamed and plunged a knife into the Atayal man's throat.

After the battle, except for Shichiro Yoshida, who was digging buckshot, everyone sat on the ground to rest, and the battle was too physically exhausting, because of the nervousness, people would not feel it for a while, but when the battle was over, all the fatigue would occupy the soul of the soldier.

Even if the ground was full of corpses, even if there were still wounded soldiers wailing, even if the stench of burning arquebuses permeated the holy hill.

Maybe there is another person who is not tired, that is Tang Mu, but he is the busiest person after the war, this young man sent water and dry food to the soldiers who collapsed on the ground, asked everyone if they were injured and where they were injured, when he saw Matsushita Tomaki tear off a piece of clothing and wrap the wound on the arm of a wounded Chezhi Dan, Tang Mu went up and snatched the rag in his hand.

"Listen, you can only wrap the wound with this white cloth, which is steamed in hot water, which is the rule of the trading house. If the big shopkeeper sees you doing this, he will punish you for running twenty laps around the Vostok. Tang Mu took out a ball of white cloth from his arms, tied up the wound of Chezhidan, and taught the rules to Matsushita Fuming.

After taking care of everyone, Tang Mu carried a spear, inspected the battlefield, checked every corpse, and those wailing Atayal people would be pierced through the neck or abdomen without hesitation, all of which were done so casually, and even whistled in his mouth.

"If there are any who can survive, it is better to catch one or two." Zhao Dahe sat on the stone and nibbled on the bread, and said to Tang Mu in a loud voice.

Tang Mu didn't look back, oh, it was a response, and continued his work.

"This stinky boy, the bigger he gets, the more unruly he becomes, maybe I should clean him up." Zhao Dahe muttered.