Finally, after knocking down more than ten Guarani people, the fastest-running enemy had already rushed to the front. At this time, without Niu Dacheng's instructions, militiamen who had trained countless times skillfully pulled out 41-year-old steel bayonets from their waists, put them on the connection below the barrel, twisted them twice and the interface was stuck. Then they held a gun blade that was much taller than the people and met the rushing enemy.

The skin is blooming, the blood is splattering, and close-up fighting is a test of people's courage. The country militias of the East Coast have not yet been trained in regular army disciplines, so they should not have such courage. But considering that their wives and children are behind them, the tragic scenes of women and children killed by the Guarani people are still vivid in their minds. They have no way out of retreat at this moment, and they have a very courage, strangled with these barbarians with red eyes.

A striking red flag was raised at the top of a mixed civil and industrial artillery building at the entrance of the village, and the sentry hit the bell hard. The whole village was boiling at this time. Several riders stepped on their horses and went to the neighboring villages and villages for help. The militia director and several backbone veterans shouted to gather at the top of the voice. Next to the pigpen, by the well, in the cow shed, and in the fruit forest, adult men rushed into the house, carrying rifles in the nervous eyes of their wives and children, carrying ammunition bags, and then rushed to the big pine tree at the west end of the village to gather.

After gathering about twenty people in a hurry, the militia director asked the two veterans to take them to quickly to reinforce the brothers who were fighting hard at the site. This place was only two or three hundred meters away from the battle site between the two sides and could arrive in an instant, while he gathered the militias coming one after another.

The reinforced militia soon arrived at the place where the two sides fought. At this time, the crazy Guarani people had surrounded this small array of vehicles. They held wooden spears and Spanish stings and fought with the East Coast militia in hand-to-hand combat. The scene was extremely tragic. However, because the range of the vehicle was too narrow, only a few of them could participate in the battle, and the remaining dozens of people were anxious and unable to use their strength. Some people were holding a melee gun and wanted to shoot, but found that almost all of them were their own people, which made them depressed. It was obvious that these Guarani people had poor tactical qualities, and they did not fully learn the combat methods taught by the Spanish.

The patrolman Niu Dacheng and another veteran took the time to shoot out with a pistol loaded with ammunition. They threw a thin iron bomb at the crowd from time to time, causing the barbarians who were almost naked to cry and howl. They had fallen back and forth, and the casualties were already unbearable for them.

The reinforcements fired a volley from afar, and immediately knocked down four or five Guarani people wandering around the periphery. The reinforcements from the East Coast arrived so quickly, which shocked them. At this time, the number of people on the battlefield was almost the same. The leader of Guarani was a little confused. I wonder if I should immediately end the attack operation of returning without success or even losing the general. Or should I continue to persevere.

They came from the tribe from the south, and the people on the east coast were quite cruel - in fact, the people on the east coast were equally "violent". Their tribe was destroyed, their homes were occupied by the people on the east coast, and large numbers of adult men were killed in battle, while women and children were captured by the people on the east coast. The whereabouts of the people on the east coast were unknown. The only remaining remnants moved to the north and received relief from Spanish missionaries, they had just passed a few months of comfortable life. Unexpectedly, the people on the east coast built a new castle and settlement nearby, which made them fall into deep despair.

Fortunately, the Lord had not abandoned them yet. The omnipotent missionaries brought them a lot of weapons and taught them how to use these weapons and some superficial tactics. Then, together with several adjacent tribes, they frequently attacked the weak defense settlements of the East Coast people.

However, the settlements of the East Coast people are not that easy to fight. Not to mention that each of their villages has built a civil-organic artillery tower, and there are many militias on duty every night. To say that the unified style of solid brick houses in the village makes these Guarani people who lack the ability to attack often blind. They cannot stay in the village for too long, and they will be surrounded at any time. Therefore, in general, attacking the East Coast people's villages at night will not allow them to gain any advantage. Even most of the time, such actions are failures, because the East Coast people only lost a few people or had no losses at all, but they often suffered several times of their manpower.

Such actions took several more times. The Guarani people, who were originally plundering large numbers of people and the population was not sufficient, could no longer support them. They quickly gave up this stupid behavior of attacking the enemy's villages and destroyed their crops, livestock and even roads. But the Spanish missionaries were obviously dissatisfied with their small-scale actions. They insisted that they eliminate the abominable heresy and pagans. They were soft-hearted and had no choice but to attack, taking advantage of the woods to cover some messengers, patrolmen and expeditions that occasionally attacked some East Coast people passing by. This time, when they took advantage of the "good opportunity" of harvesting grass in the fields to make a big fuss, they suddenly found that they kicked on the iron plate - how did these people go to work in the fields and carry muskets and bombs?

However, it was obviously not a time to be upset. After seeing the reinforcements of the East Coast militia fired another volley, the Guarani leader decisively blew the snail horn under his neck, and then led a group of barbarians and outlaws to break up the mountain desperately. The militia director soon rushed over with reinforcements. He gathered sixty or seventy militias to chase the butts of the Guarani people. He successfully forced them to leave a few bodies and then returned.

"Colle all the heads of the Guarani people and take them to the village for money." The militia director said with a expressionless face. He was also a retired veteran of the army. He even participated in the Caribbean privateer war in his early years. He was very qualified, otherwise he would not have been selected by his superiors to come to the new settlement deep inland border of Forage Ridge.

Patrolman Niu Dacheng wiped his face blackened by the smoke of gunpowder, then jumped over a carriage, and said to the militia director with a slightly sad and depressed expression: "Eight died, eleven injured, and heavy losses. Except for the two of them, the other injured were not injured in any vital parts, so there should be no serious damage, otherwise I wouldn't know how to explain to so many families."

The militia director patted his shoulder without saying anything, then turned his gaze to the chariot formation. Two Shao Yuanyi's apprentices lowered the rifle on their backs and quickly handed the medicine box to Shao Yuanyi who was standing in the chariot formation. Shao Yuanyi opened the medicine box, took out surgical tools, disinfected alcohol, cotton-free and other items and began to clean the wounds and disinfect the wounds. As for the bodies of the five militia who died in battle, the other people moved them out and placed them on the ground one by one.

Eight families lost the men who were the pillars! The militia director was a little furious, his fingers and joints turned white due to excessive force. He trained the 100 adult men in this village, from simple queues to volleys of gunfire, he remembered very familiar with everyone. Now eight of them died suddenly, how can he not be angry! Think about the hungry children and heartbroken wives in the family that died, how can he bear it!

More than a dozen captured Guarani wounded men were tied up and kneeled on the ground with weak heads down, their bodies shivered slightly. Even the barbarians were not completely fearless and still had an extremely attached love for life. The militia director pulled out the saber from his waist, then walked behind the barbarians and slashed them with all their strength towards the neck. After each chop, he kicked the corpse to the ground. After seven or eight consecutive chops, maybe the terrified eyes of the Guarani boy under his feet hurt him, maybe he had already vented the anger in his chest, and he kicked the lucky alien boy directly, and then slowly fell down the shiny saber held high above his head. The stinking blood was still dripping down from the blood groove of the saber.

"The dead Guarani people all took their heads to the village for money, and then divided the money evenly among the five families with the dead men. The remaining Guarani prisoners were also sent to the village. The Changshan Hard Labor Camp will be their last destination." The militia director took a deep breath and said slowly to the patrolman Niu Dacheng: "Harvest, sowing work cannot be stopped because of these things. Please help me watch the village in the next few days. I will take the time to go to the southern capital, find the former old commander, and ask them to find some troops to send. Our Wucaoling Township is deep in the inland front line, and the bandits are suffering from this.

Frequently, the superiors are indifferent. This is really unreasonable. It is safer to ask the superiors to send a regular army to take charge. It is impossible for them to rely solely on the people in the village. These incompetent guys can't send troops to West Lake Fort or Ping'an County. I'd better go to the south to try my luck. The Guarani people here must be resolved as soon as possible, otherwise everyone will not be able to settle it with peace of mind. I heard that several settlements will be built in the mountains here. Humph, don't completely hurt the Guarani people and expel them, and then wait for attacks every three days."

"How can the superiors draw troops?" Patrolman Niu Dacheng is not a person who knows the world. He said: "The Yihe area in the south is also developing westward with all his might. I heard that he plays hide and seek every day with the Gao Qiaoma bandits and the Chalua people. The entire cavalry battalion and a full infantry company were trapped there. It is afraid that the military headquarters will find it difficult to draw mobile troops again?"
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