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Chapter 1498 Killing

Meng Xin was still full of anger, but he didn't think he could retreat in the face of dozens of enemies.

If his leg hadn't been injured, he might have run faster than his little follower, and he could turn around and leave the steel crossbow behind, so that the last thing a few unlucky ghosts would see in their lifetime was his back.

But his leg was crippled, and he had difficulty even crawling out of the pit.

So just give up.

The little follower who was born in a miner's family had never seen such a formation. He hadn't fought a battle since he joined the Suncheon Anmin Rebel Army. The most he did was running errands for others and crossing the river aggressively in the face of the enemy, which frightened him.

Looking at the back of the little follower who was running and throwing the helmet that the general gave him on the ground, Meng Xin took a deep breath, turned his head and held the blunderbuss tighter.

The dense crowd of enemies crossed the river, which gave Meng Xin great confidence in hitting the target. He blew on the matchlock and fought towards the direction where the crowd was densest.

boom!
The muffled sound spread all over the river, frightening almost everyone to bend over to avoid it. One unlucky ghost raised his bloody hand after being shot and screamed. The second person behind him clutched his stomach and yelled and fell to his knees. The third person After looking at the blood spattered on his hands for a long time, he was sure that the lead bullet did not hurt him.

Immediately afterwards, a crossbow arrow shot over silently, and nailed it to the buttocks of the man who turned his head to see the wounded comrade in arms, causing him to run several steps backward in shock.

People saw gunpowder smoke rising from the bushes under the trees, and soon, sharp arrows from several longbows flew over Meng Xin's head screaming, and the tree trunks beside him kept making noises.

Meng Xin didn't dare to raise his head, and tried his best to hold the iron hat parallel to the ground, only revealing a gap that allowed his eyes to see the situation from the ground, and stretched out his hands to grab the roots of the bushes to try to see the situation in the distance.

The enemy did not approach rashly, they gradually dispersed, shooting at the bushes with longbows, steel crossbows, and muskets.

People yelled on the beach, some stood in front of them and shot boldly and firmly, and some stood behind and looked around cautiously.

A moment later, when the rain of arrows subsided, Meng Xin took out his flintlock and fired another shot into the distance, but this time the crowd dispersed and failed to hit.

He was so angry that he clenched his fist and smashed his leg, and the wound was pulled. The more intuitive pain immediately made him even more angry.

He squatted in the trench of the earth pit, behind his back and on the other side of the river beach, holding the three-eyed blunderbuss and staring straight at the slow-burning matchlock.

Clearly his mouth was dry, but he couldn't stop swallowing.

But this time, the rain of arrows hitting the top of his head was significantly less. Meng Xin looked out boldly, and many people pointed their longbows at his flanks. It seemed that someone had fired a blunderbuss from that direction just now. .

It's the sentinel next to you!

It must be that the sentinel next to him heard the gunshots from his side and rushed over to help him.

However, this was only a momentary boost to Meng Xin. He knew very well that there were more sentries beside him, but there were only a few sentries in a radius of hundreds of steps, and there were only one or two people at each sentry position. Just five or six people.

It just means that they have a chance to kill more enemies before they die.

He reloaded quickly, without even dredging the barrel, he just poured gunpowder and projectiles into the gun, and when it was compacted, he poured primer and aimed at the river beach.

This time he seemed to have spotted the enemy commander, and he stood in the center and kept shouting orders to the soldiers. Even Meng Xin could hear those orders.

In the chaotic formation of dozens of people, only a few people were wearing mail armor, even fewer had plate armor, and the tall man was not only wearing plate armor, but also had a standard bearer standing behind him, he must be the enemy commander.

Meng Xin struggled to aim with the blunderbuss. The officer stood a little far away from him, which made him unsure of this shot. Finally, just before he fired, he suddenly changed his target and pointed at the nearest infantry. As soon as the gun was released, the man fell down in response.

While he was shooting, someone shot at the enemy with a longbow on the right, attracting the fire again, but the sentinel on the left stopped shooting. Meng Xin didn't know if the brother who came to help him earlier was still alive.

His three-eyed gun was placed outside the trench, and he quickly unblocked the barrel of the flintlock. This time, he had to complete all the necessary steps to ensure that the firearm was in the best condition, so that he could put that England The officer was killed.

Officers are the most valuable targets. Killing one officer is more useful than killing ten soldiers.

Because those people were nobles or their subordinates, the number of nobles under Drake had become less and less, as long as they tried to kill their nobles in the encounter battle, they could create more advantages for the friendly forces when the battle came.

This is the most meaningful thing.

Ding!
Meng Xin, who was reloading, suddenly heard a crisp sound, and his head was pushed hard, and he raised his hand to touch it backwards. An arrow fell from behind, and the cluster of arrows seemed to lean against him when it fell. The back was scratched on the dirt wall.

If he has a long bow, he can shoot at the enemy without any feather arrows.

Suddenly, he heard a strange horn coming from the side and rear. He didn't know what it was, but it didn't feel like the Ming army's horn, suona, or the trumpet of the English army, let alone the Scottish bagpipes.

It's like, like the sound that the Irish children made when they ate up the meat and played with the shells of the big conch they picked up by the sea, but it was different, the sound was loud, far from the sound that those small conch could make.

Those English soldiers also seemed to have heard this strange sound, and gathered the formation that had gradually dispersed, carefully staring at the direction of the sound.

Immediately afterwards, Meng Xin heard the sound of a sword being unsheathed from a very close place, and someone shouted something he couldn't understand with a voice that seemed to be crushed.

In the chaotic footsteps, Meng Xin saw a group of people wearing black armor and black helmets. There were not many of them, only more than 20 people, but the formation was orderly. The curved weapon, knowing whether it was a knife or a sword, rushed quickly from the bushes to the enemy's formation.

Their armors are very special, from Meng Xin's perspective, there are bright red characters of Yong cast on the back; their people are also very special, they don't look too tall.

The distance between the two sides was only [-] to [-] steps. Before the Englishmen in line could react, this team had already crashed into the formation of the Englishmen, and a strange-shaped knife was drawn out. Although there were only more than [-] people, But it seemed that the English soldiers were surrounded by a large number of people.

While yelling and yelling, they hacked or stabbed with very sharp swords, and made three steps between jumping and jumping, extremely flexible.

The almost one-sided battle stunned Meng Xin. They seemed to be chopping melons and vegetables, cutting down the unprotected English soldiers one by one. When the few Englishmen who looked like officers wanted to escape, there were only They are gone.

Three or five black-clothed soldiers surrounded a person, constantly hitting here and there with their swords, stabbing here and there.

At last they gave up this style of fighting, and pressed several people against the English officer, one holding his hair high and pulling him back, while the other simply wiped his throat with his sword.

(End of this chapter)