The Gulf of Iquique, night, sunny, moon and stars.

Although it was high tide, the wind and waves on the surface of the sea were not too big, and they shimmered in the moonlight.

The harbor is lit up with stars, and the ships returning to the port are quietly leaning on the edge of the pier.

Sailors gathered in a tavern by the harbor to relieve the loneliness of the ocean voyage with alcohol.

Everything seemed so quiet and peaceful.

However, on the surface of the sea, a few dozen kilometers north of the port, the silhouette of five or six steamers emerged.

This is the DuPont transport vessel, and the original vessel name and number have been redacted at this time.

Each ship was loaded with more than two hundred Peruvian soldiers.

Their goal was the flat beach northwest of Iquique.

As long as they succeeded in getting the more than 1,000 people on board to shore, they would be able to take advantage of the darkness and stab the Chinese defenders of Iquique in the back.

The Peruvian commander, who commanded the landing, was very confident in this landing battle.

Before the war began, he was in charge of guarding this port.

He is familiar with every part of the place, with the hydrology and topography.

After Mr. Swanson came up with a plan for a night landing, the commander carefully studied it.

The more I researched, the more I felt that this plan was feasible.

Those Chinese would never have imagined that they had a ship.

He glanced up at the moon hanging in the sky.

On the day of the moon, when the tide is high, it is the best time to retake Iquique.

After the DuPont transport ships reached their intended positions, eight or nine wooden dinghys, each carrying ten people, were dropped one after another.

After the dinghy landed on the surface, it headed for the shore.

Since the wooden boats used as landing craft were limited, they planned to send more than a thousand people in two or three batches.

The Peruvian commander had intended to conduct a field reconnaissance before the landing, but was never able to penetrate the Brownshirts' lines.

However, according to his judgment, the northern and eastern fronts have basically exhausted the strength of the defenders, and where can anyone take care of this beach.

Even if there were, there wouldn't be too many people.

And his observations seem to confirm this as the wooden ship approaches the shore.

In the moonlight, there was silence on the shore, and only the sound of the tide crashing against the shore could be heard.

The first soldiers to arrive disembarked from the boats, and the wooden boats returned one after another to pick up the next group of soldiers who had landed.

"Sir, shall we go first?" A soldier asked the commander.

The commander looked at the Peruvian soldiers who were coming ashore and then looked ahead by the moonlight.

Ahead is a raised mound.

The mound is not too high or steep, and it is easy to climb along the slope.

But he couldn't see behind the mound.

This means that behind the mound, it is not easy to detect the situation on this side of the beach.

It's really a natural hideaway.

The Commander thought.

"Don't worry, wait for the second group to come up." The commander said to the soldier, "Their wooden boat is a little slow to get back. ”

"Those who have already come ashore, assemble! Sort out the formation first! He frowned as he looked at the soldiers who were jumping off the boat and running around.

It's really a failure, no matter how you practice, you can't practice, and I don't blame the commissioner from the United States for laughing at it.

On the beach, the soldiers who had disembarked began to assemble in a tight horizontal column, as was customary.

Peru's army tactics were in the same vein as those of Spain and other countries, and the infantry still used line infantry tactics.

It is also commonly known as "waiting in line to shoot".

"Sir, they're already on their way!" The soldier behind the commander said, pointing to the wooden boats on the sea that were coming again.

A satisfied smile appeared on the commander's face.

So far, the enemy has not detected their landing.

"Everyone, towards the town of Iquique, onward!" He gave the order.

At this time, on the opposite mound, six Makqin were lined up, waiting for them.

"Uncle Danian, there are a lot of people on the other side." A young soldier said to Zhang Danian behind him.

His hands holding the handle of the machine gun trembled slightly.

By the moonlight, he could clearly see the black patch of the beach opposite.

"What's the panic? How you usually train, how to fight now! Zhang Danian's face was as usual, and he said in a deep voice.

But in fact, he doesn't have a bottom in his heart.

Zhang Danian didn't know what Chen Jianqiu's purpose was, so he only left him with more than forty people to defend the beach.

As an experienced commander, he was able to judge the approximate number of enemies on the opposite beach.

There were at least three or four hundred people.

Not far from the sea, there are also a steady stream of wooden boats carrying soldiers to the coast.

"But Uncle Danian, the light is not very good, I'm afraid I won't be able to hit it!" The soldier was a little weak-hearted, but he was coldly slapped on the head by Zhang Danian.

He said to another soldier beside him: "Pass the order, according to what the young master said, don't aim, just sweep." ”

These are Chen Jianqiu's exact words.

The phalanx of Peruvian soldiers had already begun to advance towards the mound.

They marched steadily, with rifles in their hands, ready to take orders from their commanders.

400 meters.

Three hundred meters.

"Sir, there seems to be something on top of that mound, not like a stone." A sharp-eyed soldier reported to his commander.

The commander picked up his binoculars and looked in the direction the soldier was pointing.

But the light was so dim that he couldn't see it clearly.

He was hesitating to let the soldiers in front of him stop first, and then send someone to take a look.

The soldiers had already advanced to a distance of less than two hundred and fifty meters from the mound.

Then, the thing on the mound, which looked like a stone, suddenly burst into flames.

Accompanied by the firelight, there was a rapid "click" sound.

The soldiers in the first row fell down in an instant, and before they even reacted, their bodies were torn apart by the rapid bullets.

"There's an ambush!" The Commander shouted, "Stop! Fight back! Charge! ”

There couldn't be too many of the defending soldiers on the opposite side, this was his first reaction.

At a distance of more than 200 meters, as long as they rush into the opponent's position, the second wave of landing soldiers who follow up behind them can support them.

The soldiers rushed forward as they blindly fired their guns above the mound.

But then, the six Maxims began to roar continuously.

The barrage swooped down like a net, repeatedly sifting through hundreds of Peruvian soldiers on the beach.

Like an invisible scythe, tearing apart the formation of the infantry.

Patches of soldiers fell as if they had been cut grass, and their bodies were barely able to remain intact when they were hit by bullets.

Flesh and blood flew away, and everywhere were the painful wails of soldiers before they were about to die.

The Peruvian commander could not believe his eyes.

This beach, in a short time, has been covered with the corpses of Peruvian soldiers, and it looks like a hell under the white moonlight.

"O my lord! What exactly did we encounter? Is it Satan? Forgive me my sins! ”

The commander stared at what was happening in front of him at a loss.

In his cognition, there was no force in this world that could construct such a scene that was close to hell in an instant.

So, he involuntarily began to pray.

But his merciful Lord did not save him.

The bullet quickly flew in his direction, hit him in the stomach, and tore him in half.

Of the three or four hundred soldiers, less than a third were soon left.

The Peruvian soldiers who landed in the second group did not know what was happening, and the adjutant who was assigned to command among them thought that the main force was in front of them.

In a hurry, he rushed up with his soldiers.

But like their advance troops, it was as if they had crashed into an invisible wall of death.

Standing on the edge of the beach about two hundred meters from the mound, the wall kills at the touch, harvesting the lives of the charging soldiers.

And from this wall to the vast stretch of beach by the sea, the corpses of Peruvian soldiers are strewn everywhere.

Their blood has stained the entire beach red.

The ships in charge of transportation did not dare to go near the coast anymore, because the bullets could go all the way to the sea.

If you're not lucky, you'll have to capsize here.

What's more, looking at the situation on the shore, there is no need for the remaining one or two hundred soldiers to be sent to the shore to die.

Under such a dense blow, the formation of the Peruvian soldiers quickly collapsed.

Seeing the tragic death of the people around them, they believed that they had met the devil and began to flee in all directions.

Some, even jumped straight into the sea.

They did not see the enemy on the opposite hill, but a darkness that devoured their lives.

With the sea behind and death ahead.

Peruvian soldiers, desperate.

In addition to the machine gun team responsible for controlling Makqin, the guns of the other soldiers on the mound's side also rang out.

It's just that at night, you can't aim, but you still deal damage to the remaining enemies.

"Amitabha."

Zhang Danian looked at the miserable scene on the beach, and was a little shocked.

Rao is that he has been on the battlefield for many years, and has experienced the mountains of corpses and blood on various occasions, and he has rarely seen such a tragic situation.

He involuntarily recited a Buddha name.

"Uncle Danian, you also believe in Buddhism, my father told me that when you were in Anyang, all kinds of white knives came in and red knives came out, and the Buddha shouldn't be able to cross you, right?"

The young soldier who was manipulating Makqin looked back at Zhang Danian.

He received another slap in the head.

"I think after today, the Buddha won't be able to cross you." Zhang Danian looked at the mountain of bullet casings and said.