Chapter 213 Battle Before the Battle

Within a hundred steps, the natives were already getting a little impatient!

Within eighty steps, the Dutch soldiers could no longer control the agitation of the native soldiers.

Within fifty steps! Several native soldiers in front of the battle line could not help but rush out of the team, but were suppressed desperately by their fellow tribesmen who were still sober.

Finally, when the distance was less than thirty steps!

"Bang! Bang!"

Two dull muskets rang out, but it was two Dutch black soldiers in the camp who could not bear such pressure and pulled the trigger in their hands. The bullets flew over the crowd and flew to an unknown place.

"Asshole, who fired the musket without my order?!" Lieutenant Noble roared mercilessly at the two black soldiers like an angry lion.

But before he could vent his anger, the situation took a sharp turn for the worse.

These two unintentional gunshots became the last straw that broke the camel's back. The native soldiers, who were already suffocated by the pressure brought by the Keelung Army's step-by-step advance, finally found a way to vent.

Since they couldn't escape, they decided to fight to the death. At this moment, the raging fire in the hearts of all the native soldiers was ignited helplessly.

"Kill!"

A soldier was the first to let out a strange cry, and rushed out with a long spear in his hand!

Following his figure, hundreds of native soldiers screamed one after another, and the shrill and strange screams echoed in the ears of the Keelung soldiers, making them shudder.

"Fire!"

Following Shi Shi's command, the Wuwei soldiers, who had been indifferent to the shouting of the native soldiers, took off their muskets from their shoulders with dazzling movements, straightened their waists, and held them flat in their hands.

In an instant, hundreds of muskets appeared in front of the queue.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A series of musket sounds rang out continuously, and in the ears of the people of St. Annesburg, they were as loud and crisp as firecrackers during the New Year and festivals.

The musketeers, almost shoulder to shoulder, fired a beautiful volley.

The dense rain of bullets at a distance of less than 30 steps, on the bodies of the native soldiers who only had a layer of cotton clothes or were even naked, showed a good shooting effect.

Streams of blood sprayed out on the bodies, and the bullets carried blood and broken bones and rotten flesh, and shuttled between the bodies, which were still unsatisfied, until the kinetic energy imposed on them by the gunpowder was completely consumed, and then they fell to the ground with boiling blood.

A row of muskets fired volleys, almost sweeping down half of the more than 200 native soldiers who were rushing in the front, and the rest continued to shout and rush forward with their guns.

"The second row, move forward, the third row, get ready to shoot!"

Shi Shi sneered, ready to give these ignorant savages a taste of his power, and he was ruthless and concentrated the remaining two-thirds of the muskets for a volley!

With the convenience of fixed paper tube ammunition and the muscle memory formed by harsh training, in the short time when the native soldiers advanced only a few steps, more than a hundred musketeers had already loaded their muskets, ready to continue to use guns and rain of bullets to give these savages a hot bath after their comrades shot!

The remaining native soldiers continued to kill with long spears. In Shi Shi's eyes, their attack without any formation or queue was undoubtedly self-destruction.

The only thing they deserved praise was that this group of native long spear soldiers rushed over with strange shouts and shouts, and their dark skin, strong and sturdy, also gave people a kind of barbaric and terrifying momentum!

If they had not encountered the well-trained Keelung Army this time, but the official army in the interior of the Ming Dynasty, they would have won a great victory today and killed people until their hands were soft.

Unfortunately, the enemy in front of them happened to be the Keelung Army. Their roars were as funny as children playing house in the eyes of the Wuwei officers and soldiers. Even the horses pulling ammunition behind the formation did not stop.

Their wishful thinking of breaking through the formation by deterrence was broken.

"Fire!"

As Shi Shi's command sounded, a burst of musket shooting sounded, which was even stronger and more deafening than before!

White smoke instantly rose above the musketeer team.

Through the smoke, you can see groups of native soldiers rolling and groaning on the ground. Just before the musket sounded, they were still rushing towards the enemy on the opposite side with their long spears in their hands.

But in this distance of less than 30 steps, they could not move forward half a step and encountered a natural chasm.

The 1627-type flintlock rifle of the Keelung Army can already penetrate the breastplate made of 55 mm steel, which is the thickness of the plate armor of tanks in World War I.

Even if the First World War was a new weapon that had just emerged, the tank was not a small weapon.

It could penetrate the armor of a light tank, not to mention these native soldiers who wore a cotton robe and wrapped their heads with colorful cotton cloth?

The fired bullets went in and out happily between bodies, creating one wailing and groaning after another, which was chilling but extremely enjoyable.

In a short distance of thirty steps, corpses and wounded were piled up, and blood and groans filled people's vision and hearing. Many native wounded who were not dead after being shot were knocked to the ground by the huge impact of the bullets. The huge pain made them cover their wounds and howl in pain.

The earth trembled and hundreds of birds screamed.

I don’t know whether it was the bloody scene that aroused the aggressive gene in their blood, or the idea of ​​revenge for their tribe, or the religious fanaticism, these native soldiers did not retreat but advanced, madly holding guns and knives and continued to rush forward without fear of death.

“Come on!” Shi Shi shouted, and he didn’t know how much he hoped that they could all press forward. This was a great military merit, and they could be taken down by just pulling the trigger, so why not do it.

“Get ready!”

As usual in training and combat, after the two rows of musketeers fired their ammunition, they immediately retreated quickly to make room for the first row of musketeers who were ready behind them.

They retreated to the back of the queue, and then quickly used the cleaning rod to clean the barrels and load the ammunition, like electronic workers on an assembly line.

And the musketeers in the front of the queue, under the orders of the captains and captains, raised more than a hundred muskets and aimed at the native soldiers who were rushing like injured beasts more than a dozen steps away.

Without any hesitation or compassion, a puff of white smoke rose into the sky.

In the deafening roar, another group of native soldiers were knocked to the ground. Facing such dense ammunition fire at this distance, the possibility of avoiding it was as difficult as winning a 100 million lottery.

No one was spared. Most people died on the way forward, a few people were lucky enough to have broken limbs, and only a dozen people were able to move for a short time.