The Mapuche are coming!
Listening to the thunderous sound of horse hooves in the sky, Bernardo seemed a little excited. Although he felt a little weak, he still pretended to be calm and spoke.
"Gentlemen, don't be afraid. It's impossible for the cavalry to break through the barricade! We just have to stay here and shoot. Besides, we still have cannon."
The cannon is a cannon left over from the colonial era. He is older than his grandfather.
While Bernardo was encouraging the people, Sebad, who led three thousand elite members of the tribe, had arrived at the outskirts less than two kilometers away from Chilian.
When he learned that Chilian was being defended by the Chilean army, he did not rush into it as he had done in the past. Instead, he communicated with the artillery captain of the Lanhua Department in Spanish.
Although he was the captain of the artillery unit, Kelong Quanhai couldn't speak a few words in Spanish. After a while of communicating in chicken, dragon and duck, he said.
"We... cannons, cannons..."
After patting the 12-pound bronze field gun captured from the Chilean army, Long Quanhai pointed forward and gestured.
"Blast them away...then you fight in again, then we blast them again and you attack again..."
"Yes, yes, Jiu is Jieyang."
Chief Sebad nodded while speaking bluntly "Flower Language".
After gesticulating for a long time and completing the communication, Sebad thought in his mind that he must let the children in the tribe learn the "language of flowers" in the future, otherwise how would he communicate with the powerful Orchid Department? Also, His Majesty the King said the same thing.
"Flower language"!
It’s just that the language of flowers is really difficult to learn, and it’s a headache to learn.
It's okay, my third boy is usually disobedient and gives him a headache just looking at him. Let him learn "Flower Language" and let him experience his father's discomfort.
Thinking of this, Sebad felt proud!
There are benefits to learning the "language of flowers". It can make those brats uncomfortable, which is a great thing.
Just as Sebad was imagining the headache and discomfort that those wild boys would feel when they learned the "language of flowers", a messenger came over there.
"Your Majesty has ordered that after conquering Qilian, each person will be rewarded with two cups of "victory"..."
Even before the messenger finished conveying the order, the people around the chief started shouting excitedly in blunt "flower language".
"Drunk, drunk, drunk..."
Listening to their shouts, Long Quanhai felt speechless in his heart. Whether they shouted "Long Live", "Wan Zui" or "Drunk", I am afraid only God knows, but what is certain is that,
What do the Mapuche people love most?
Of course it's wine.
Eating, drinking, and beating their wives is the daily life of every Mapuche man. However, like all Indians, the Mapuche people do not know how to make wine, let alone spirits. Any Mapuche person,
As long as you drink the spirits brought by white people once, you will never forget the wonderful taste of "strong drinks". During the transaction process, various alcoholic beverages, such as rum and brandy, are the hard currency of the transaction.
The Mapuche people are very attractive.
Even during this expedition, the first thing Zhu Xianhai did after capturing the "Eagle Fort" was to set up a brewing workshop, specializing in brewing corn wine, which was the most popular spirit in the Northeast in later generations.
The 68-degree strong liquor was brewed at the time when "the three armies were flooded". In order to celebrate that great victory, Zhu Xianhai named it "Victory Brand" liquor. Once it was launched, it immediately conquered the Mapuche people
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The reward of two glasses of "Victory Brand" liquor is enough to make any Mapuche crazy!
Of course, as the common monarch of all Mapuche people, Zhu Xianhai would never favor one over the other. He also issued the same order to Dao.
"From now on, any troops who perform outstandingly in battle will receive two glasses of corn wine!"
It will definitely make the Mapuche people risk their lives to kill the enemy. Even the most timid people will transform into fearless Cossacks...
The Cossacks in South America... they also need alcohol to stimulate them!
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"Cannon, cannon! The Indians have cannon..."
The barricades made of gravel, tables and chairs were filled with shouts of terror, and the citizens looked nervously at the cannons in the distance.
"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous, we also have big..."
Before Bernardo could finish his words, Long Quanhai roared, and amid the fierce sound of artillery, a ball of flame erupted from the muzzle of the twelve-pound field gun, and the spherical shells roared towards the barricade.
Solid artillery shells did not explode, but the moment they hit the barricade, they still flew away a large amount of gravel, injuring many citizens.
"Quickly, fight back..."
Just as the citizens were aiming their cannons at the cannons kilometers away, the Indians' cannons fired again. The four cannons were aimed at the barricades, hitting the barricades like battering rams.
However, after only two rounds of shelling, the seemingly solid barricade collapsed. Almost at the moment the barricade collapsed, Jose, the eldest son of Chief Segad, had his eyes lit up and he immediately shouted loudly.
"For "victory", it's stupid..."
As soon as the sound fell, He Xi drank the glass of "victory wine" he had just received in one gulp.
The spicy taste extends from the mouth to the throat, this is the "thread line"!
The moment he drank the victory wine, he felt a rush of heat rushing to his forehead, and He Xi shouted enthusiastically.
"Silly!"
Shouting blunt "Flower Language", He Xi led hundreds of cavalrymen and rushed towards the barricade in a mighty manner.
The sound of horseshoes on the paving stones was clear and crisp. The rapid sound of horseshoes and the shouts of the Mapuche cavalry echoed outside Chilian City, striking the hearts and souls of the defenders.
"Don't be afraid, hold still..."
Bernardo, who was holding a revolver, tried to calm the people around him even though his forehead was sweating nervously.
But facing the mighty cavalry rushing towards them, even with the remaining barricades blocking them, some of them were still afraid. Shrouded in fear, they even wanted to retreat involuntarily.
Just then, Bernardo shouted.
"fire!"
At a distance of 300 meters, the cannon in the middle of the barricade opened fire. Hundreds of shotgun shells roared out like raindrops, covering the entire street. In the smoke of the cannon, the Mapuche cavalry rushing towards them seemed to have hit a stumbling rope.
Yes, it collapsed suddenly.
The scarlet blood instantly covered the entire street. The injured horses and Mapuche people were struggling in the pool of blood. However, the Mapuche people behind did not stop. They continued to move forward, not afraid of death or gunfire.
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"It hurts..."
Once again, when the Mapuche cavalry charged through the smoke, another hail of bullets awaited them, and the roaring lead bullets knocked down dozens of cavalrymen again.
But in just a moment, the paving stones of the street were covered in blood red.
This chapter has been completed!