A man who is running around will never be afraid of death!
As the last Indians to be conquered, the Mapuche definitely lived up to their bravery. Although shelling and musket fire knocked down dozens of horsemen, they still charged on horseback.
Weird shouts came from their mouths, and they charged fervently and fearlessly, which shocked everyone. Even though they were dozens of meters away, even though the cavalry was hit one after another, they still charged forward desperately.
Amid deafening shouts, several cavalrymen rushed through the roadblock.
The Mapuche people on horseback, just like their ancestors, stabbed the Chileans with their spears the moment they rushed through the collapsed barricade. The sharp spearhead easily pierced their bodies, and the spearhead had a horizontal edge.
Cutting their bodies in half like a knife.
The most primitive and bloody killings brought about by cold weapons were fully demonstrated at this moment. In an instant, the streets were filled with blood and flesh.
The crisp sound of horseshoes trampling on paving stones was mixed with the "thud" of spearheads piercing flesh and the "crack" of bones being severed. The weird shouts of the Mapuche people were mixed with the screams of Chilean people.
Hundreds of Mapuche cavalry swarmed forward,
Just as the barricade was about to be breached, a cannon shot suddenly sounded from behind.
Behind the barricade, there was another barricade. Thirty or forty Mapuche cavalry were knocked down in an instant. The close-range shelling with shotgun shells was fatal to the Mapuche people. When the smoke filled the air, everyone
Each horse was hit by at least two or three bullets, and when the blood mist flew away, the streets were littered with corpses.
Then there was another burst of intensive rifle fire, and the originally aggressive offensive collapsed in an instant.
Even a man running a horse cannot stop a musket.
"They retreated, retreated..."
Amid the cheers of the citizens, Bernardo had a proud smile on his face.
"You see, even if the Mapuche people have cannons, they are nothing special, they are just..."
Before he finished speaking, he heard a strange, slightly dull sound coming from above his head.
What fell?
Bernardo didn't even wait for him to raise his head, or even for the thought to pop into his mind.
Violent explosions swept through the streets. In the successive explosions, some people were knocked down by the air waves of the explosion. Shell fragments roared around and penetrated their flesh and blood. The injured citizens in the smoke cried loudly.
Shouting, heart-breaking cries for help penetrated the smoke and shocked the people around him.
Where did the shells come from?
Everyone was at a loss.
What was fired this time was not the 12-pound cannon, but four grenadiers from the artillery team commanded by Long Quanhai. After seeing that the Mapuche offensive was blocked, Long Quanhai ordered the grenadiers to approach the enemy.
Then four small shells were fired from the river.
Before Bernardo and the others could recover from the shock of the explosion, the Mapuche cavalry who had originally blocked their offensive came to kill them. As natural warriors, the Mapuche people may not be good at learning, but they can definitely master it.
Timing, the timing of the battle is very accurate.
Almost as soon as the smoke started to rise, and when the Chileans were crying in the smoke of the explosion, he led the tribe's warriors towards the passage left for the cannon.
That was the passage Bernardo used to withdraw his cannon, but now it became the most fatal flaw.
Through the choking smoke, Bernardo, who was dizzy from the impact of the explosion, saw the Mapuche people.
They are coming to kill!
The momentum of hundreds of war horses running was like a stormy sea. Before they could get close to the barricade, the people behind the barricade who had not recovered from the impact of the shelling even felt the vibration caused by the horses' hooves hitting the ground. The citizens immediately
Becoming frightened and restless, the man staggered.
"I can't stop it anymore, run away!"
The panicked citizens dropped their rifles and fled back. For these citizens who had never received training, a violent explosion was enough to destroy their will, not to mention the ruthless spears of the Mapuche people.
"Don't leave, for the sake of Chile, for the sake of the motherland..."
Bernardo, with his head bleeding, stood up and tried to save those people, but the panicked citizens did not listen to his advice. When they fled one after another, the Mapuche people rode over and killed them.
Facing the fleeing people, the Mapuche were like tigers pounced on the sheep. They stabbed the fleeing people with their spears wantonly. After a successful blow, the streets were filled with blood and flesh, and they howled uninhibitedly.
The screams echoed in the streets.
Bernardo looked at the scene in front of him in horror. Standing in the corner between the barricade and the wall, he seemed to have become a forgotten person. He stood there, watching eagerly how the sharp spearheads pierced people's bodies.
, how easily the horizontal blade cut off their waists.
Amidst the screams, he saw the escaping cobbler Pierre fall down, his body broken in two, leaving only the upper half of his body, still trying to crawl forward, crying beside him
, while crawling forward dragging his intestines and internal organs that were constantly flowing, the galloping horse's hooves stepped on his head.
With a "bang" sound, like a ripe watermelon, the head shattered under the horse's hooves, and the flying brains even hit Bernardo's face.
"ah……"
Bernardo screamed in horror, the confidence and pride on his face completely disappeared, leaving only boundless fear.
He had imagined the romance of the battlefield and the absolute purity of heroes, but he had never imagined that the battlefield was a place full of death and killing.
"Sir, sir, Mr. Bernardo, what should we do..."
Bunels looked at Mr. Bernardo and asked nervously. Although he was scared, he did not run away like the others.
But his shout did not elicit an answer from Bernardo.
Although Bernardo did not answer him, when he saw the flag falling on the ground and the flag trampled by horses, he still ran over. When the Mapuche people attacked on horseback, he only thought in his heart:
One thought was to pick up the national flag from the ground.
Although he didn't know what the motherland was, he knew that it was the flag of Chile, which was very important. At least Bernardo once said that the motherland is that flag.
When he saw the boy rushing out, Bernardo shouted in horror.
"Bunells, don't..."
Just when Bunnells raised the national flag again, the galloping horse directly knocked him down, and the national flag that had just been raised fell again...
"Bunells..."
Bernardo looked at Bunels who fell on the ground in despair. Facing the Mapuche people who had noticed him, he almost subconsciously raised his hands.
At this moment, nothing was more important to him than his own life.
Surrendering would at least allow him to survive, and he didn't want to die in vain.
"I surrender, don't kill me, don't kill me..."
With his hands raised in the air, Bernardo was afraid that they would not understand his words, so he even emphasized it loudly in Mapuche.
There is no shame in kneeling down to survive. At least for him, he feels that he has done what he can and now, since there is nothing he can do to save it.
Surrender now, at least you can save your life. As for honor... it is not as important as life!
This chapter has been completed!