As soon as the deck gun opened fire, not only the camels in the camp were crazy, but the cavalry mounts in the west were not very obedient. The sudden attack had already turned the vanguard of the charge cavalry into a flat head, and the mounts were frightened and slowed down, and even turned to both sides. The speed of the charge was significantly reduced. This slowdown was awful, and he was shot in two more rounds of fire. By the time they rushed within fifty meters, they were no longer a group of people, but dozens of people. The large army behind had been broken into several pieces with the forward.

Facing the dozens of cavalry rushing closer and closer, all the Marines in the front row put down, then pulled out two more than one foot long from their belts, bent their left arm, put their right hand on their left arm, aimed at the rushing cavalry, and waited. The two rows of crew behind them had already loaded up, and they did not aim at the small number of cavalry rushing near, but aimed at the large army in the distance. After hearing the sound of horns, they immediately fired.

At this time, the first row of marines pulled the trigger at the camel soldiers who had already reached more than ten meters away. Those camel soldiers were really unfair. They finally rushed over from the rain of bullets. Seeing that the scimitar could cut down the enemy's head, those people holding short sticks could simply ignore it, which was similar to surrender. But unexpectedly, the most deadly thing was that the short sticks were sprayed out from the short sticks in their hands. After a burst of fire and white smoke, the dozens of camel cavalry all fell in front of the Marines.

Many cavalrymen did not hit, but their mounts were knocked down. But before they could stand up, the people changed hands again, still holding a short stick, stepped forward a few steps, almost approached each living cavalry, pulled the trigger at their heads, and then returned to the team with expressionless expression in the flying flesh and blood, picked up the one on the ground, took a few steps back, and came to the last row. They began to recharge silently.

"Langya, what if the enemy comes from another direction at this time?" Hong Tao squatted behind the box, ignoring his image, and had a basin-sized helmet on his head. He didn't dare to look up and was afraid of showing his head, so he could only tilt his head and talk to Langya, who was standing not far away.

"If there are not many people, just draw a row of people to intercept them. It's okay to let them get closer. We are much better than the Army, and each person has two more tricks of this! Your Majesty, the guy you made is easy to use. Look... all of them are knocked down, hahahaha." Lang Ya was in a good mood. Although he was attacked, his Marines performed well, and they were no different from their usual training. There was neither chaos nor panic. Faced with the emperor's question, he answered with confidence.

"What if there are many? Can you squat down? Let me raise my head and talk to you very well, right?" Hong Tao was still not satisfied with Lang Ya's answer, so he started looking for evil trouble.

"I can't help it if there are too many, but your Majesty don't worry. I'll bring you your horse, all three are there. If there are too many enemies, then you can go on the horse. I asked Alin, this is not a desert, and a camel can't catch up with the horse. You can't ride three horses and you can definitely run to the dock. Once you get on the boat, you will avenge us. Just like when you were in the port of Malacca, kill them all, burn them all, and rob them all! Hang them all on the dock and avenge our three hundred brothers!" Langya did not squat down, Hong Tao could be shameless. He could not refuse his commander. He heard Hong Tao's question, he pointed behind Hong Tao. There was an officer next to the tent not far away, holding three horses waiting.

"Damn! It's really here, south, south!" Hong Tao was satisfied this time. He was about to praise Langya for a few words, but suddenly he saw a few fire points lit up in the south of the camp.

"Your Majesty, you are so magical! You go beside the horse and wait for me. If you see that we can't stand it, just leave by yourself!" Langya's eyes were full of admiration when he looked at Hong Tao at this time. It was said that Hong Tao was a god, but now it seems to be true. Before the enemy came, he could have a premonition. What is this God?

"God is a hairy man! I'm a god... This mouth is so smelly!" Hong Tao was so impressed by Lang Ya's way of thinking. He was so crow-mouthed that he could interpret it as a prophet. Even though his face was thicker than the city wall, he felt a little embarrassed and felt guilty.

However, he did not delay. He immediately ran to the horse with his waist, took the reins, and looked up at the sky. The Marine officer next to him was confused. He thought that the Hong** division was communicating with the gods and was preparing to perform his merits, but he didn't dare to disturb him. He turned to the battlefield. In fact, Hong Tao was looking at the stars in the sky to determine the direction. Escape was also a technical job. You can't run around without purpose. Toward the north is the port of Masca.

To say that Hong Tao has no ideological struggle, that is a lie. He has indeed struggled in his heart. Should he leave the soldiers and run away by himself? Or is he staying here to survive and die with the soldiers? However, his struggle time was very short, and it took less than three seconds to calculate the pros and cons of the two choices, and then firmly chose the latter, and there was a legitimate reason.

First of all, I am the emperor and shoulder the future of the country. Living is a contribution to the country.

Secondly, if you are not a general, it is useless to stay. At most, you can kill two of them one by one. Is the enemy short of these two people?

In the end, I was afraid of pain, and if I was captured, I would immediately get it without torture. In this way, relying on the skills I mastered, the Arabs will soon be able to surpass the Jinhe Kingdom, which is not equivalent to funding the enemy.

As for the fact that one can keep himself to boost morale, defeating more with less and defeating ten thousand people with three hundred is not within Hong Tao's consideration. As long as the Marines are not holding automatic in their hands, there is no possibility of such a thing happening. The burst of mental power is only available in the movie. The reality is that as long as the cavalry rushes within 30 meters and can guarantee a certain number, the Marines will definitely lose, and it is useless to carry ten shorts on their bodies. Once the formation is dispersed and the distance advantage is gone, these Marines are really not as good as holding short spears.

However, Hong Tao did not run away in the end. It was not that he changed his mind, but that there were not so many enemies. Not to mention ten thousand, even one thousand was not enough. At most, five or six hundred people were more in the west, and even fewer in the south. Two rows of marines shot three or four times, and there were not many figures on the opposite side. Since he wanted to win, he should not run away. So Hong Tao loosened the reins of the horse again, took out two shorts, walked to the middle of the camp with big strides, greeted several officers, and issued the order he thought was the safest.

"Don't chase it first! It's dawn soon, hold on, wait until dawn!"

The sneak attacker did not launch a second attack. Taking advantage of this period of time, Langya also led the hundreds of camels to the camp, and the reins tied to the reins formed a circle. The Marines hid behind the camels, listening to the various wails and sounds coming from afar, and waited until the sky in the east appeared white.

The fire was extinguished, and large corpses were lodged to the west and south of the camp, with camels and people. Most of them were not dead, but they were almost the same as death. Either they were missing their arms and legs or had a large pool of blood flowing under them, and they were all sucked in by the dried sandy land. Only a small piece of brown was seen.

"Lang Cliff, count the number of people and report the losses! Then dig the horse pits and trenches on the spot, send a reconnaissance team, and set up mobile posts within one kilometer around."

"Alin! Let your entourage ride on the camels and divide them into two groups, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, and one by one, and the other, go back to Port Masca, and give this to my fleet commander. We won't leave, just wait here! Come with me, Lao Sai, come too, see where these people came from, do you know each other?" Seeing that there was no enemy, Hong Tao was alive again and began to arrange what he should do next.

Since someone is going to attack him halfway, it is safer to stick to him and wait for help. If you move forward, you are unfamiliar with the land and have no dangerous terrain to defend. It is better to stay here. At least you can have time to make simple fortifications and add some difficulty to some possible enemies.

As for the compassionate fleet, Hong Tao was not worried at all. Since the warships of Bo Jiao and Kong Pei were trapped by the Southern Song navy during the Three Kingdoms Navy, the captains of the Royal Navy have kept this in mind. No matter whose ship it is, they should not be close to the warship within 200 meters. If they dare to come over, they will fire their artillery. If they accidentally get hurt and sank, they will talk about it.

Alin's suspicion can basically be ruled out. If he dies, he will not benefit his family at all, and the most unlucky one should be their family. As long as something happens to him, the first one to come to him will be his family. Even if their family can go to the inland, they will not get anything. For a sea merchant family, losing maritime trade means losing their previous and next family, eating and drinking. Moreover, he knows the strength of Jinhe Kingdom the best. Can a small port of Masca keep their family?

As for Sayed, it can only be said that the suspicion is not very serious, and it is difficult to say whether it will collude with the locals. But it is useless to analyze it like this. Isn’t there any evidence now? If you look for the corpses, you can always find something.

"They are all Bedouin people... but they are not from the Hussein family. I can't recognize which tribe they belong to. I will not know until Hussein and the others come." After checking the few corpses, Alin saw a little.

"These people are not from the same tribe. There are at least three tribes in it. The marks on camels are different. Different tribes will brand different marks on camels to prevent them from losing them." Although Said is a scholar, talking about war on paper is not useless at all. He reads more carefully than Alin.

"It is true that these camels are not from the same tribe." Alinjen Said also ran to the thighs of several dead camels and looked at them, and came up with the same judgment as Said.
Chapter completed!