"Sir, there are one hundred to twenty indigenous warriors surrounding Jia Liu and the others. They are all equipped with iron weapons and should have good combat effectiveness. In addition, there are their sentries patrolling around the slope. Our people cannot get close at all. It seems it's time to ask for help from the leader..." In the grove opposite the Tutou short slope, Dong Jimao and his deputies were sitting on a tree trunk four or five high to observe the battle situation not far away, while other people under his command, Then he stood quietly under the tree with his gun fully loaded, waiting for his orders. Instead of rushing into the battlefield to aid their companions, they chose to hide in the woods and wait for opportunities to attack the flanks of the natives. After all, everyone knows that there are a hundred or dozens of Kuruts, including dozens of elite Krels, who are simply not what Conlin's men can currently match.
"You're right. Send someone back for me to report the situation here to the leader, and ask for help from him. There are only about twenty of us, including Jia Liu and others. We definitely can't do it if we fight hard." Theirs!" Dong Jimao pondered for a moment and decided to adopt the advice of his deputy and send someone to ask for help from his leader; but at the same time, he was not prepared to just stay here and wait, he was prepared to lead his elite special forces The personnel went to harass the Kuruts to relieve the pressure on their companions and prevent their scalps from being taken off by barbarians to show off. As for the remaining dozen general recruits, Dong Jimao was not ready to let them follow. After all, they It's just that for ordinary people who have not been trained and fought, facing the Kurut male tribesmen who are generally proficient in level 2 cold weapons, rushing forward rashly is tantamount to asking them to die directly.
"You, you, you two quickly go back to ask for help from the leader and tell him what happened here. You, stay here and be our backup. Tang Qi, Shitou, you guys go to meet with me and Dong Jiazhang. Those aborigines who have just got out of the state of drinking blood!" With the instructions of the temporary commander Dong Jimao, another armor commander took the initiative to step forward and assigned their respective tasks to his subordinates. Soon, under the organization of the junior officers at the grassroots level, ten The team of several people was divided into three teams, each running towards their destination.
"The target of the indigenous soldiers is about 80 paces (about 128 meters) away. There are two on the left of the small tree and three on the right. Sir, our muskets, whether they are matchlocks or flintlocks, are enough Without them, if possible, we'd better advance another two to thirty steps so that we can hit the enemy (the matchlocks or flintlocks Conlin's men are equipped with are front-loading smoothbore rifles, which can hit at most Fifty or sixty steps away. Beyond this distance, the lead would fly to nowhere under the push of black gunpowder. Moreover, only within this distance, the musket could penetrate hard leather armor or even cotton armor. Cloth armor, more than a hundred steps, even if the lead can hit someone by chance, as long as it is not a vital point, it will not be fatal), otherwise our shooting will be meaningless..." Wearing leaves as camouflage, the six people led by Dong Jimao The team quietly lurked behind the bushes less than a hundred steps away from the indigenous sentry. Immediately afterwards, while the indigenous sentries were not paying attention, Tang Qi, who was holding a brass telescope, carefully poked out his head and began to act as a temporary observer on the battlefield. According to his report, the temporary commander Dong Jimao quickly made Knowing the enemy's distribution and distance, the six elite soldiers specially recruited by Conlin quickly put away their rifles loaded with ammonium sulfate, crouched down and moved forward quietly, using the cover of shrubs to move forward. At this moment, their target had successfully changed from the hiding place in the woods to the pile of rocks closer to the battlefield.
"That's right. We have to move forward, but we can't get too close. There are five sentries placed outside by the natives. I don't know how many there are hidden in the dark. Once we get too close, they will It is easy to be discovered by them, and once discovered by them, in the terrain conditions of Gejiada Island, we will definitely not be able to escape the pursuit of the Kurutyou sentries who are quick and good at tracking. Therefore, there is only one thing we have to do now. The only thing we need to do is to carry the swarm of bees assigned to us and hit the indigenous sentinels with fire!"
Just do it. Now that they have made a plan, Dong Jimao and others did not hesitate. In pairs, they lifted up a swarm of thirty-two arrows and came to the rocky slope. They waited until they were well hidden. , these guys couldn't wait to quietly aim the swarm of arrows at the Kurut sentries patrolling the outside of the battlefield. It seems that the tragic death of his companions in the battle (a Chiyang recruit who followed Jia Liu to inquire about the situation was shot in the thigh by an indigenous archer, and before Jia Liu and the others could come forward to rescue them, they were killed by the rushing indigenous warriors. (cut off their heads to show off their martial arts), and the unreasonableness of the Kurut natives has completely angered them. What they have to do now is to use a swarm of primitive rockets to teach these uncivilized people a lesson from a distance. Give birth to savages and let them understand that they are not ordinary maritime merchants and cannot be easily provoked by them.
"Sir, everything is ready..." Two machines swarmed together, and sixty-four gleaming sharp arrows were quickly prepared for firing under the operation of four or five elite soldiers. Then, the temporary artilleryman responsible for lighting the powder nodded to Dong Jimao, indicating that the swarm was ready to fire.
"Then fire! Remember, when the swarm of bees is launched, everyone will retreat immediately. Don't be reluctant to fight. Let's change places and let some blood flow to the natives!" Thinking of his companions who were trapped in the siege, Dong Jimao did not hesitate and pulled out his waistband. With his long sword, he commanded his men to ignite a swarm of medicine.
"Whoosh whoosh..." Then, the spectacular scene began! Driven by black gunpowder, dozens of arrows trailed long tail flames and kept shooting out of the gun barrel with a sharp sound of breaking through the air, like two kicks set off on a festival, flying monkeys, fierce He rushed towards the unaware Kurut Sentinel, and then, there was nothing more. Although primitive firearms like a swarm of bees were not very accurate, they would not know where they would go as long as they were launched tens of meters away, but here At a distance of less than thirty meters, the arrows rushing out of the quiver were accurate enough to kill the indigenous sentries. Therefore, amid the sound of arrows hitting flesh, the two indigenous sentinels could not even say a word. He fell down obediently without saying a word, but this also alerted the other light and dark whistles. Seeing the natives raising their knives and bows and beginning to pay attention to their own side, Dong Jimao and his companions immediately threw away the swarm of bees that had finished firing and ran away. They are not fools. The indigenous people have suffered such a big loss for no reason, and they will definitely not give up. And if they don't escape quickly, once they are caught up by the barbarians, the result will definitely be disastrous. You know, What the Ku people are always good at is to use a short knife to peel off the scalps of living people, and then hang them around their waists to show off their bravery.
"Hu Ke, Langha and the others were attacked. The enemy used weapons that emitted thick smoke and spewed out a large number of arrows. Lord Seljuk, should we send warriors to reinforce them immediately..." Rabbit Head On the main battlefield of Slope, the leader of the Kuruts, Gaishe, is commanding his warriors to attack the foreigners on the top of the slope. It can be seen that he is in a very bad mood at the moment. His hundreds of indigenous warriors who have been fighting for a long time are attacking a group of only six or seven people. The small slope that was defended by people was actually not defeated even three times! Although the slope is steep and not easy to climb, there is only a winding path up the slope. Although the enemy has sharp fire cannons and explosive cans, these are not reasons. You must know that the first and second attacks are still tentative, but the second attack is still tentative. Three times, the house sent all the Krel and Harel together, a total of one hundred and twenty people, but they still could not completely eliminate these foreign warriors hiding behind the rocks on the top of the slope, and even let them fight from time to time. A counter-charge drove down the warriors who had already rushed to the top of the slope. It was really embarrassing and humiliating to the ancestral court (the island where the Mamat people worship their ancestors and worship the gods, and is guarded by various powerful clans in turn).
But he didn't know that these were not the worst things, there were even worse things waiting for him! A tribesman covered in pitch black brought him the news that the outlying sentry was attacked, which ignited his originally suppressed anger. A slave who could not dodge was directly made of thick iron by him. The scepter was smashed into meat patties! The next moment, at the suggestion of a senior Krel, he sent twenty tribesmen to support his wandering sentries who were suddenly attacked, and these Kurut warriors who had at least level 2 cold weapon proficiency skills were strictly ordered to pursue them. Go to and kill all the alien rats that dare to tarnish the glory of Kurut. For this reason, even if you chase them to the seaside, you will not hesitate to leave only one warrior left!
"Qi Duo, lead the men to charge again. This time you must bring all the heads of the foreigners to me!" After instructing his warriors to reinforce the outlying sentries, the indigenous leader Gaishe turned his attention to the people on the top of the slope. Foreigners, this time he made up his mind to kill all the foreigners who had disgraced him, even if he had to pay a dozen more lives for it! Because the Kurut natives have already lost enough warriors (and even more were injured) to attack them. If these foreigners are still required to withdraw a few of them, then our group will not be able to do anything in the future. If you want to hang out in these more than a hundred miles of sea, let alone sit on the land and share the wealth and benefit from the tribute paid by maritime merchants.
Note: Krel is equivalent to an elite warrior with level 5 cold weapon proficiency. Some are also advanced warriors with level 7 or above proficiency skills.
Note 2: Harel, in Mamat language, refers to ordinary warriors and male tribesmen.
Note 3: Explosive jars. Jia Liu and his group each had two sealed wine bottles weighing one kilogram, which contained eight ounces of black gunpowder, one ounce of broken porcelain, and one ounce of iron nails.
Note 4: Kurut slaves. When the Kuruts had wars with other ethnic groups, the captured people were not killed directly, but used as slaves engaged in various despicable industries. Only those who resisted them were killed and exploited by them. Show off your scalp skills.
Note 5: Kurut Sentinels are agile Kurut infantry units that generally serve as scouts for large armies. They are equipped with bows and arrows. The most elite among them can be upgraded to tribal eagle shooters.
