The general explosion range of a grenade is between 10-20 meters. If you throw it too close, you will not be able to blow up the enemy but will also hurt yourself. Therefore, during the servant assessment, the throwing distance of the grenade is 30 meters to pass, 40 meters to be excellent, and it can be thrown to 50 meters. There will be rewards. Usually it's a pack of cigarettes or a 2-tael bottle of liquor.
Now, they are about thirty meters away from the English. Exactly the grenade coverage distance.
"Use defensive grenades, one for each person. After throwing them, rush over." Yang Fan shouted.
His voice immediately triggered another barrage of fire.
As soon as the volley of guns on the opposite side stopped, more than thirty people stood up immediately and threw grenades with all their strength.
Because they have bunkers. It's condescending again, so use defensive grenades. This kind of grenade has more charges and more shrapnel. Only use it if you can protect your own safety.
More than thirty grenades fell into the woods in front of them in a parabola.
Boom boom boom! Explosions sounded one after another. These grenades were filled with fertilizer explosives and were very powerful. The musketeers on the opposite side were all standing, and they were immediately blown to pieces. The front was also filled with smoke, making it difficult to see clearly.
"Charge forward, charge forward." Yang Fan shouted, taking the lead and leaping up.
More than thirty people followed and rushed down while the smoke filled the air. Another commander-in-chief arrived from behind. When he saw the master leading his men to rush down, he quickly followed and rushed down to kill them.
Yang Fan held a revolver in his left hand and a fish-head knife in his right hand. He rushed directly into the woods. Zhang Baocai followed closely.
The woods were devastated by more than thirty grenades. The ground was full of wailing wounded. The two spearmen rushed over when they saw Yang Fan. He immediately raised his spear and stabbed him.
Yang Fan directly raised the revolver in his left hand, bang bang! Two shots took these two idiots down. At a distance of three to four meters, the 1.8 meter spear has no advantage, and the pistol is fast and accurate.
Behind the tree next to him, a thin sword stabbed him. Yang Fan felt keenly and dodged away. A man who looked like an army officer rushed out from the side.
Yang Fan raised the fish-head knife with his right hand and cut the officer who couldn't hold back his forward charge into two pieces with one stroke.
The fish head knife is heavy and very suitable for people like Yang Fan who are accustomed to using heavy weapons.
Yang Fan was on the ship and picked up a weapon belonging to the sailor on the ship. At that time, the main consideration was that after getting to the island, we needed to cut branches and other things to clear the way. After all, this is an uninhabited island with dense vegetation.
Qian Dazhuang followed closely behind. And quickly led the people to rush in front of Yang Fan. Naturally, the servant cannot allow the master to be personally involved in danger.
Yang Fan rushed too hard just now and they couldn't keep up. At this time, everyone rushed to the front.
Yang Fan threw away the fish-head knife and took out a handkerchief to wipe the blood on his body and face. Watching the servants rushing down the mountain like tigers.
The English collapsed when they were bombed by grenades. They rushed down, forming little effective resistance. He was driven down the mountain one-sidedly.
The servants jumped nimbly behind the trees, waiting for opportunities to shoot with their revolvers. In the jungle, a matchlock gun with a length of 1.78 meters and a bayonet is very inconvenient. Far less useful than a revolver.
After firing a shot, there is almost no chance to reload, because the opponent is already in front of him, so he can only stand up his bayonet and fight hand-to-hand. However, at this distance, the pistol is much faster than the stabbing. A confrontation was solved by a revolver.
Count Masfeld's clothes were hung to pieces on branches, and his left leg was wounded by shrapnel. With Theodore's support, he limped and ran.
The English quickly retreated. There were more than forty of them left. They ran as fast as they could to the beach.
The other party's firepower was too intense. Their matchlock guns had no time to reload, and after one shot, they turned into fire sticks. Many people threw away their heavy matchlock guns and ran away.
Finally, they ran to the beach. He quickly pushed a sampan into the sea, and other broken soldiers who ran behind him also pushed the boat into the sea. He rowed as hard as he could and ran towards the battleship.
"Damn it, row quickly, get on the boat, and teach these barbarians a lesson with heavy artillery." Count Masfeld cursed through gritted teeth. His legs were bleeding.
When Qian Dazhuang and the others rushed out of the woods, they saw that the sampans were far away, and some had already reached the huge ships.
"Let them withdraw and stand there waiting for the bombardment. Pack up the prisoners and wounded, and let's go back to the north of the island." Yang Fan ordered.
As soon as Qian Dazhuang and the others ran into the woods, the four warships on the opposite side came over one after another and opened their gun windows. Dark iron cannons stretched out.
Yang Fan took one look and said: "Hide behind the rocks first, and wait until their shelling stops before leaving."
Soon, the four battleships in the bay opened fire. From a distance of more than a hundred meters, solid bullets, shotgun shells, grape bullets, and even chain bullets were whizzing over.
Yang Fan knew that they had no explosives, so he was not afraid of them.
As long as they hide behind the boulders, these solid shot balls can't do anything to them.
The power of the twenty-four-pounder cannon is still very powerful. When a lead ball is hit, a big tree is broken in half, and branches, leaves and sawdust fly everywhere. Chain bullets flew over in a rotating direction, and a large bush was cut into a flat piece as if it had been pushed by a bulldozer.
The servants were hiding behind the rocks, and some of the cannonballs hit the rocks. The rocks broke into pieces and flew everywhere. Everyone tried to keep their bodies as small as possible to prevent being hit by rocks.
At this time, Lord Marshfield returned to the ship, and the doctor had already removed the shrapnel from his calf. And it's bandaged.
He was now sitting in a chair in the Admiral's Gallery, drinking from a goblet and admiring the bombardment.
"These damn pirates should know how powerful they are now. After the bombardment is over, send people to the island again."
Before he finished speaking, he saw a beautiful sailboat that was almost twice as long as his ship sailing past the entrance of the bay. Block the exit of this bay horizontally.
What kind of ship is this? Earl Masfield is confused. He had never seen such a beautiful ship. The freeboard is low, the deck is flat, and there is only one gun store. It is all white, with three tall masts and horizontal sails.
But soon, he couldn't care less about being surprised.
Because the side gun windows of the big ship were open. Heavy cannons were pushed out one after another.
Although there are only eighteen, the protruding muzzles are very thick. The golden bronze cannon, with its long barrel, shines with golden light.
He knew at a glance that it was made of 100 kilograms of copper, 11 kilograms of tin, and the best ratio of gunmetal. These people are really rich. He not only sighed.
At this moment, starting from the bow of the ship, one heavy gun after another opened fire.
A burst of smoke and fire erupted from the muzzle. The huge black lead ball roared towards us.
"I'm a cake shopper, this is a fifty-pound cannon." Marshfield felt numb all over, as if he had fallen from a height in his sleep.
His ship is already the largest battleship. It was equipped with twenty-four thirty-six-pound guns and thirty-six twenty-four-pound guns. Fourteen six-pound deck broadside guns.
Only the one mortar in the bow was fifty pounds.
