Late Ming Dynasty: Conquering the world starting from riding and cutting

Even the brave and fierce indigenous soldiers are still made of flesh and blood. When they see batch after batch of warriors of their own race being knocked to the ground and then dying, they are also afraid in their hearts.

Their anger can only make them forget the pain for a short time, but it will never be lost forever. After experiencing the pain of the bullets rolling in the flesh and blood, they awakened the last trace of reason, dropped the long knives in their hands, and tore the white cloth on their heads. , wailing and screaming and fled towards the city of Relanja.

This is their last chance.

"Stop them!!" Lieutenant Noble was unwilling to give them such a chance to survive.

Fifty black ghost soldiers raised their matchlock guns and aimed at the indigenous soldiers who fled from the opposite side but lost all of them.

"Fire!"

The sparse bullets of the Dutch soldiers did not curb the fleeing momentum of the natives, but made them even more frightened and angry. These people were comrades before and had promised many benefits, but now they are so hostile.

As if a little woman had been betrayed by her man, the natives who still held weapons in their hands began to launch their own revenge against these black soldiers.

Cut off their heads and pay homage to the dead tribesmen.

At the moment when the musketeer of the black ghost soldier fired a musket and hurriedly stepped back to reload his musket, the native soldiers swung their long knives in front of them. With hatred in their eyes, they waved their muskets desperately. .

The sword flashed and blood dripped. Several black ghost soldiers lay dead on the ground on the spot. Their heads were beheaded and held high by the native soldiers who hacked them!

Taking advantage of the internal strife between the native soldiers and the black ghost soldiers, Shi Shi laughed twice, and then shouted: "Where are the spear soldiers!"

"exist!"

Thick layers of spears were raised in front of the formation, and a bright little sun shone on each spear!

"Forward! Charge and kill!"

Time waits for no one, if we don’t kill now, then when will we wait!

The Keelung spearmen who were deployed on both sides of the entire military formation all straightened up their spears and quickly moved to the forefront of the formation. They turned a blind eye to the native soldiers rolling and groaning in front of the formation. They stepped on their bodies, which may still be warm, until they fell. Charge straight forward.

The pikemen at the front raised their guns and stabbed the indigenous soldiers who were running away in front of them and who were already frantically mingling with the black ghost soldiers.

Suddenly, the sound of the smooth spear tip piercing the body came one after another, making people shiver with chills in their bones.

"Lieutenant! The enemy is coming. What should we do?"

A fat Dutchman corporal ran up to Lieutenant Noble, his face bleeding, and asked for instructions with an urgent and panic look.

Only then did Lieutenant Noble wake up from his panic, grabbed the corporal in front of him and shouted: "You lead our elite soldiers and charge forward. You must counterattack the enemy. You must not let our morale and formation be dispersed." . Otherwise, we will not be able to retreat to the castle! They will chase us and rush into the castle!"

"Can we still retreat to the Castle of Geranze?!" The corporal hesitated, his fat face full of fear of death.

"Go and organize a counterattack." Noble ignored his visit and kicked him away.

"You, second lieutenant!" After calming down for a moment, he pointed at the second lieutenant with whom he had not dealt with before.

"Go back to the castle immediately and order the artillery fire on the city to support our counterattack at all costs!"

"Uh!" The lieutenant was surprised at first, and then asked with concern. "What about you, Lieutenant?!"

"Hahaha, too late!"

Lieutenant Noble drew the sword from his waist and answered his subordinates' questions with practical actions.

"Heroes of the Netherlands, follow me! Kill these eastern natives!"

Under his leadership, the morale of officers and soldiers at all levels rose sharply. With one hundred Dutchmen as the basic force, they drove away those who had been scared out of their wits by the Keelung army and were a little panicked by the crazy actions of the indigenous people. The black ghost soldiers moved forward and started the most brutal and fierce hand-to-hand combat with the charging Keelung Army spearmen!

However, after the Keelung Army's short-range intensive volley of musketry, the impact and blow to the Dutch army could not be made up for by the bravery of a small number of people?

If it succeeds, Qin Hao's Keelung Army will no longer have to fight for world supremacy and can go home to farm as soon as possible.

As the distance between the two sides shortened, the battle became extremely fierce. After one person fell, the other naturally filled the gap. Both the Keelung army and the Dutch were holding their breath to defeat the other party.

Faced with such a blow, the Dutch, who only had woolen and cotton uniforms on their bodies, could not face the crazy attack of the Keelung army like a forest of spears with only their spears and swords in their hands.

But even so, the Dutch are still working hard to hold on.

They knew that if they could no longer hold on and were driven into the city of Geranje, everything they had done on Taiwan Island and in the East would be liquidated, and those on Fort St. The Han people who paid taxes would immediately pounce on them and tear them into pieces!

They will be beyond redemption. There will be no medals after their death, and even their corpses will not be able to return to their hometown safely.

The two sides fought back and forth in the open space littered with corpses and wounded soldiers. At one time, the Dutch took a few steps forward, and at another, the Keelung army took a few steps forward. Every time there was a change, a dozen or so bodies were left bleeding and groaning on the ground.

The Dutch relied on their awe-inspiring momentum to fight the well-trained Keelung Army in an inextricable stalemate.

Not far away, Shi Shi had a solemn expression but no fear. He understood that with their superior strength, the Dutch would not be able to hold out for long.

Just when the Keelung army tore a hole in the Dutch camp and wanted to expand their victory, the cannons at the top of the city of Jelanja began to roar. Although the huge shells could not cause direct damage to the battlefield, they were very effective against the people who were fighting desperately. The impact on people’s morale and spirit was huge.

"Lieutenant, look!" The fat corporal shouted excitedly.

On the top of the city, a dozen Dutch soldiers and priests were struggling to push a 10-pound cannon, trying to use artillery fire to cover their retreat into the city.

"Tick tock, tick tock!"

Before the cannons sounded from the top of the city, Mingjin's retreat trumpet sounded from the Keelung Army's position.

As the Keelung army retreated, Lieutenant Noble decisively seized the opportunity of the confrontation, gathered the soldiers and officers who could still move around on their own, and quickly retreated to the Castle of Geranze. At the gate of the castle, he faced the East Indian troops who came out to respond. Many of the company soldiers felt as if they had lived in another world, as if this short morning was longer than the previous decades.

But they survived this morning after all. As for tomorrow or afternoon, that is a matter for later. Now Noble just wants to drink a cup of herbal tea and have a good sleep.