Daming pirates

They have been looked down upon by Shandong people all day long, and they have been careful to behave with their tail between their legs. Now they can finally feel proud. They have killed and robbed during this period. They are grooms every day and every night.

Play with fresh women instead.

This life can be said to be really comfortable. As for the Shandong soldiers and generals who looked down on them in the past, they have either been killed or captured by them. Those who are alive now live like gray grandchildren, looking at their eyes and thinking.

It makes me happy just thinking about it.

After he finished looking at Xishan Village and the earthen fence on Yangma Island behind Xishan Village, he decided not to wait for the Hongyi cannon that came behind him, and immediately started to attack Xishan Village. He would at least sleep inside Xishan Village tonight and be comfortable.

Get comfortable and warm, find some beautiful girls, and have a good time.

He didn't believe that a group of local warriors could stop the attack of so many soldiers and horses.

So he gave an order, and a large group of temporarily recruited bandits immediately carried door panels and tables of the Eight Immortals, and drove a large group of ragged people to the front of the formation, making them carry cloth bags full of ice and snow on their backs.

Carrying bundles of firewood or some wood.

"You guys have heard clearly. When the military order is given, you will carry your things and run towards the stockade. Just keep your head down and just rush forward. As long as the things on your backs are filled into the ditch, you will be considered as yours."

After finishing the work, I will give you hot soup to drink when I come back. If you do a good job, you will also get a piece of pancake to eat!

If anyone is disobedient and retreats or escapes without authorization, be careful with your head. The knife in my hand is not a vegetarian! Killing you is like killing a chicken!" A rebel general stood in front of the large group of people who were forcibly brought in, hysterical.

He yelled at these people, threatened them, and tempted them with a bowl of hot soup and a small, dark, mixed-dough pancake made of unknown stuff, telling them what to do.

What to do, how to do it!

These refugees or civilians who were forcibly brought here were all ashen-faced and trembling all over. No one spoke, only some people were sobbing quietly in the crowd. After they were captured, they were all hungry for a long time.

At that time, they were almost starving to death. Today, these rebels forced them to attack the stronghold. Many people must not survive today.

But if you don't live well, you will live and suffer. No one knows whether they can survive in the future. But if they do well and come back alive, then at least they can get a mouthful of hot soup, a piece of pancake, and something to eat.

, now it is the greatest luxury for them.

So now these refugees have no intention of resisting at all. They can only listen numbly to the instructions of these rebels, and use their weak bodies to carry the cloth bags filled with ice and snow and the bundles of firewood.

As for the other side, the bandits and rebels who were used as cannon fodder in the first round were also temporarily organized and let some rebels lead them and tell them what to do and what to do.

The reward was that as long as they captured Xishan Village, they would have a good time, and the first person to storm the wall would be rewarded with a beautiful woman.

These bandits and rebels also knew that they were cannon fodder, but now that they had surrendered to the rebels, they had no choice but to work for the rebels, so they all seemed very excited and were ready to set off with howls.

Following Zhang Tao's order, the war drums were beaten in the army. After the rumble of the war drums, someone blew a bullhorn. The low sound of the trumpet spread far away. At this time, the refugees and rebels were all beaten.

Driving, they started to rush towards Xishan Village.

Wu Shengtian stood coldly on the wall of the village and looked at the rebels outside. There were a lot of rebels, which made him feel a little bit of pressure, but it was not enough to make him afraid. This small number of rebels was not enough for him.

It was easy to deal with it, but in order to reduce unnecessary casualties, he did not lead his troops out to fight against the rebels this time.

He ordered the Sea Wolf infantry to climb the wall and enter the preset positions to prepare for the enemy. He also took out several boxes of iron-cased grenades from the Liu family compound and placed them on the wall.

, ready for a tough battle.

Seeing that there were nearly a thousand rebels and refugees outside, carrying table door panels, bundles of firewood and other things to launch an attack, he ordered: "Everyone, hold still. After entering 150 steps, you can open fire."

, but it is best to target and kill as few refugees as possible. Prepare a row at the village gate. If necessary, you have to go out, intercept the refugees, and circle them outside the village gate! Everyone is ready!"

The platoon leaders of each platoon immediately stepped forward to receive the order, ran back to the section of the wall where they were responsible, and began to convey the order.

There is nothing fancy about this kind of defensive battle, as long as the enemy can be driven back, and Wu Shengtian knows very well that this is a tentative attack by the rebels, and the rebels have not yet planned to attack with their entire army and fight to the death.

Although there are not many soldiers in Sea Wolf, they can still basically control the entire wall. A soldier will stand every two steps, holding a rifle and ready for battle.

The refugees staggered under the threat of the rebels, struggling to move their legs, carrying the bags and bundles of firewood, and staggering on the snow that had not yet melted. From time to time, pools of hair could be seen on the ground.

The black blood stains were probably from the last time the rebels came to attack and were killed.

The snow on the ground looked mottled because of the large bloodstains, but this could not deter the refugees and rebels from advancing towards Xishan Village.

The air echoed with the rumbling sound of war drums and the sound of trumpets that sounded from time to time in the rebel formation. However, in Xishan Village, it seemed quiet. Only a single figure could be seen in the distance, like a javelin.

He stood behind the wall, looking with cold eyes at the rebels and refugees pouring past the village.

The rebels were not advancing very fast. They carefully held up the door panels and tables to cover their bodies. The refugees followed suit, carrying their things and moving their legs forward.

Some people were already extremely weak, let alone running forward. Even if they moved every time, they had to gasp for air. Some people simply walked halfway and fell to the ground from exhaustion, unable to get up again.

However, they did not arouse anyone's mercy. There were rebels who followed behind them, using spears or sharp knives to force them forward.

When they saw someone fell down and couldn't get up, they would beat them hard with the back of a knife or the barrel of a spear. If they couldn't get up and continue carrying their things, they would ruthlessly lift the knife and drop it with their hands.

, or nail them to the frozen ground with spears.

The screams of refugees dying fill the battlefield, but there is no sympathy here, only the cruelty of human nature.

The Sea Wolf infantrymen on the wall have been silently calculating the distance of the enemy. Only after the enemy has reached a distance of about 200 steps, the musketeers put their rifles on the wall, even with the reserved rifles.

There is no use in perforating.

"Fire with the Spike Rifle!" A platoon leader finally gave the order to start firing after seeing that the enemy had entered the predetermined shooting distance of 150 steps.

These musketeers armed with Wolf fang rifles had already set the scale on the rifle to 150 meters and were ready to launch.

When the order was given, the musketeers in this platoon immediately started shooting. They did not use salvo fire this time, but allowed the musketeers to choose their own targets to shoot at.

The main reason is that this group of rebels carried a lot of door panels and other things, and they moved in a scattered manner, with no structure or formation at all. They concentrated fire and fired volleys, but they couldn't do enough damage, but they allowed the soldiers to

If we aim accurately on our own, we can try to shoot more rebels.

In addition, although Xishan Village currently reserves a batch of ammunition, the quantity is not very large. Before the sea ice in the Bohai Bay melts, they will not be able to obtain more ammunition supplies for the time being, so they should save as much ammunition as possible. In addition, Wolf

The rifle is different from the smoothbore gun in that its shooting is more accurate. It can basically achieve precise aiming and shooting within 200 meters.

So Wu Shengtian decided this time to let the soldiers do their part and try to kill as many rebels and rebels as possible while reducing the damage to those poor refugees.

Under the command, gunshots began to sound immediately. From time to time, a small ball of flame flashed out from a section of the village wall, a puff of gunpowder smoke rose up, and then there was a gunshot.

Zhang Tao was also observing the movement on the wall. When he saw the fire and smoke rising, his pupils shrank slightly, and he thought that Wan was indeed right. This group of rural soldiers from Xishan Village,

It really started firing from a hundred steps away.

But he still didn't quite believe that there was any cannon that could kill someone from a hundred steps away. And it seemed that this time, the village soldiers did not fire in a chaotic manner, but scattered in scattered directions.

Carry out gunfire.

Can he still kill someone by doing this? Of course he also knows very well what level a bird gun is. If you can hit someone fifty steps away, you are very lucky. If you want to hit someone seventy steps away, let alone

Whether you can beat someone to death or not, at least you have to rely on God’s blessing to hit someone.

But Isamu Nishiyama, who was a hundred steps away, started shooting sporadically at the random soldiers sent by his men. It was just a joke! Could he hit someone at this distance?

So he couldn't help but feel a feeling of contempt in his heart, and he didn't feel a little nervous about it. He felt that these rural soldiers in Xishan Village were just mediocre, and he was very sure that he could win this Xishan Village next.

However, things often do not develop according to the psychology of the rebels. Just when almost all the rebels thought that what the Xishan Village soldiers did was a pure waste of gunpowder and could not pose a threat to their people.

They found that things seemed not as simple as they thought.

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