Chapter 39 Ambush

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"Aim and shoot!" Following Amorim's order, the sound of flintlocks firing "bang bang bang" came one after another.

Several mountain natives who had just jumped out of the dense bushes were hit by the concentrated fire of musket lead bullets. They screamed and fell to the ground, and their lives were unknown.

"The first row retreats, the second row advances, and the third row is ready." Amorim commanded the soldiers around him to take defensive measures in an orderly manner.

After more than ten minutes, no other natives were found hiding in the bushes, and Amorim's heart was slightly relieved.

He didn't expect that even if he chose to march at night, he would still meet these native soldiers, and these native soldiers were more adapted to the dark environment than them.

Today is the third day, and the fresh water in San Salvador City has been exhausted. They are just waiting for them to bring water back tonight. Time does not allow them to delay any longer.

Amorim ordered the soldiers to send the injured natives on the road and then continue to march. Now they still have a long way to go to the nearest water point. Just as they set off, he heard the soldiers below whispering: These dead natives are a bit strange.

Looking at the corpses, as they said, they are not the same as the natives they met before. These people all have short hair and short stature, and their weapons are made of fine steel. Except for the clothes they wear, they are the same as the natives, and there is no similarity. Amorim even suspects that these people are not natives on the big island at all.

All this seems to reveal a taste of conspiracy!

The flickering light and shadow in the dense forest made Amorim tremble all the way. Fortunately, he did not meet other native soldiers along the way. At midnight, he finally arrived near the nearest river.

The moonlight tonight is still bright, and the river in front is sparkling. The white air exhaled by the soldiers is clearly visible under the bright moonlight.

If it weren't for the war, it would be so wonderful to be beside the river in summer, enjoying the cool evening breeze, under the bright moonlight, drinking the fine wine produced by the local vineyards, and smoking cigars made from local tobacco.

The beautiful scenery for a while made Amorim relax his vigilance and immerse himself in wonderful fantasies. He didn't realize that an unknown danger was approaching quietly, and the number of shadows in the jungle was increasing.

"Bang! Bang!" Several gunshots came from the jungle, breaking the quiet night, and causing several Spanish soldiers to fall to the ground in pain.

"There are enemies, be alert!" Amorim roared and asked the soldiers around him to form a formation, but he was extremely panicked.

The special sound of flint hitting the fire curtain in the jungle just now made Amorim hear it very clearly. It was clearly the sound of a flintlock.

How could these damn natives have such advanced weapons!

Before he had time to think, there were several more gunshots, and then he saw the native soldiers pouring out of the forest, charging towards them with shining machetes. The machetes shone coldly in the moonlight, which made Amorim's heart suddenly covered with frost.

He reluctantly took out the pistol on his waist and aimed at the native soldier who was coming head-on. With a "bang", the native fell to the ground, but the natives near him seemed to be stimulated by the gunshot and rushed towards the Spanish soldiers more frantically.

Fortunately, it is now the era of volley guns. The disorderly attack of these natives has greatly increased their chances of hitting. After a few rounds, at least thirty native soldiers died under their muskets.

But unfortunately, the momentum of these native soldiers has not diminished at all, and they still rush forward desperately. When he came out, he did not expect that these natives would be dispatched in full force and such bravery was completely different from the natives they had met before.

"Hold steady, don't panic!" Amorim kept encouraging the soldiers around him, but he knew that with just the twenty or so of them, they couldn't resist for long.

He was a little annoyed now, wondering why he didn't bring more gunpowder and lead bullets when he set out, otherwise he wouldn't be so passive.

Facing the aggressive natives, Amorim ordered the soldiers to fight and retreat, not to fight lingeringly, because they didn't carry swords and guns when they came out, and they had no ability to fight hand-to-hand.

In this way, both sides retreated and advanced at the same time, and the night was filled with white smoke from the firing of muskets, like fairy air, which looked particularly mysterious in the night.

"Sir, we can't retreat anymore! The water is coming up!"

Hearing the soldier's reminder, Amorim realized that they had retreated to the riverside, the water had already flooded over their knees, and the mud on the bottom of the river was clearly felt under his feet.

He looked at the surging river behind him, knowing that there were only two choices at the moment: either fight to the death on the spot, or cross the river and wait for the change. And he had to make a decision as soon as possible, otherwise it would be too late when the native soldiers rushed over.

He gritted his teeth and shouted, "Throw away all the equipment except the weapons and cross the river with me!"

After that, he threw away all the accessories hanging on his body, only put the knight's sword on his waist and started to cross the river. He strode into the river and felt nothing at first, but when the river water flooded over his chest, he began to shiver unconsciously.

This river water is so damn cold!

The soldiers also began to cross the river, throwing away the iron buckets filled with water, only carrying muskets and ammunition bags, and then holding them high above their heads, swimming while dodging the lead bullets shot from the natives on the shore.

When he swam to the other side, Amorim felt like crying. There were only 20 people in the team just now, but now there were only 12 people left. Many people were hit by the flintlock guns of the indigenous soldiers when they crossed the river. , fell into the cold river water forever.

Seeing the coldness and despair on the faces of the surrounding soldiers, Amorim breathed a sigh of relief, cheered up and encouraged: "Arrange yourself in formation, load the ammunition! Let these damn natives have a taste of the power of the imperial soldiers."

He is the commander of the team, and as long as he doesn't fall, he can't show any cowardice.

When the moon passes over the head, it is the time when the cold is gradually building up in the day, and it is easy to feel sad when marching at this time.

So Qin Hao asked the troops to stop in a secret place to rest and eat again. They had been walking for so many days, and tonight was no different.

Moreover, after being fully armed and marching for a whole day today, the cavalry and cutting soldiers were inevitably tired. If you encounter any danger and it is difficult to deal with it for a while, and you are unable to launch a counterattack, it is better to camp here and set off at a good time tomorrow morning. This is safer.

It was still a bit cold on Taiwan Island at night, so Qin Hao arranged for men to stand guard, and then he and his soldiers took down tents and sleeping bags from the baggage trucks and prepared to set up camp and rest. The cavalrymen skillfully placed their armor and weapons within easy reach of the tent, and then they crowded together and slept peacefully.

A night of silence.

In the early morning of the next day, before the sun crossed the horizon, Qin Hao was woken up by the Nord guards. This was what he had arranged yesterday.

Then the Nord guards also walked into each tent, pushing and shouting, calling everyone one by one.

After a night's rest, the soldiers, who were in much better spirits, quietly ate grilled salted fish and dry food in the iron cauldron to replenish energy for their bodies.

Except for the slight sound of chewing, the whole world was empty. Qin Hao liked this quiet environment very much.

After everyone had finished eating, the cavalry and cutting soldiers consciously put their armor back on the baggage cart, began to clean up the camp, and buried the pile of firewood for cooking on the spot, trying not to leave any traces. This is a very important thing when marching in the wild. The important point is that few armies can do this.

After packing up everything, they started to continue on the road. Wang Jiu told Qin Hao with great interest: You can see the coastline at the northern end this afternoon.

Since we are so close, why not speed up and arrive before noon? Then we can have lunch with the sea breeze. Wouldn't it be pleasant? So Qin Hao asked the team to speed up.

As soon as the marching speed picked up, I saw birds circling over the forest not far away, refusing to fall down.

"There's a situation!" Qin Hao reacted quickly, and he felt his heartbeat suddenly speed up, and there was a faint sense of excitement in his mind. He quickly urged the soldiers around him: "Put down the supplies, grab the weapons, and prepare to fight. !”

As soon as the soldiers received the order, they quickly rushed to the baggage train, skillfully put on their own armor, picked up their weapons, and naturally began to line up. Even Wang Jiu on the side was affected by this solemn scene. He clenched the spear in his hand, led the hunting dog, and was ready to go.

"Let's go!" Qin Hao gave the order, and the team began to move forward quickly.

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