Fang Laosan was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that it was Hongyi who came this time.
I heard that the red barbarians are all very tall and covered in red hair, like red-haired ghosts. These red barbarians drink blood and eat raw meat, just like wild beasts. The red barbarian fleets have been plundering and killing people along the coast of Fujian for a long time.
There are many people from the Ming Dynasty. I don’t know how many red hairs came this time and whether the red hairs that came are powerful.
Fang Laosan arrived at the assembly point with forty of his men, and the commander Zheng Hui was there with his hands on his hips to encourage morale.
"Only a few hundred red hairs came, which is not worth mentioning. We have even killed the Tatars, so how can we be afraid of these hundreds of red hairs?" Zheng Hui paused and said loudly: "I just hope they are on board.
All the men and horses should disembark, so that we can kill them and seize their ship."
Hearing Zheng Hui's words, the soldiers laughed and gradually became less nervous.
Zheng Hui waved his hand and said: "These red-haired people probably discovered our camp suddenly. They underestimated us and are probably planning to come in and grab a handful. Let's show them some color! Let them know that we are not easy to mess with."
"Two companies of 400 men are waiting behind the trench. Waiting for the red hair to come and charge the trench, we will kill them all in front of the trench."
At this time, the three large ships in the harbor outside have left the harbor and headed north. There is nothing to rob outside the camp. Hong Mao will probably rush straight to the camp after getting off the ship. There are pigs, sheep, cloth, ironware, grain and other supplies in the camp. If these
The supplies were robbed by the red hair, and the development of Taiwan would be ruined.
The two company commanders shouted orders and began to arrange their teams. The soldiers and officers ran to their respective camps, put on their armor, took out their rifles and ammunition, and then ran out to stand in line. Fang Laosan, a platoon of forty people, had always dared to fight. At this time
They were placed at the forefront of the west side of the camp, with forty soldiers standing in three columns on the front line.
Fang Laosan, wearing an officer's uniform and holding a steel knife, stood beside the team and commanded.
The winter uniforms of Fanjiazhuang soldiers are the same color as the Ming Dynasty Yuanyang war coats, both dyed red. However, in order to adapt to the needs of densely packed shooting formations, the hems and cuffs of the Huben division's military uniforms are made very small. The left and right lapels of the military uniforms are made with buttons.
The buckles are very strong. The trousers are relatively wide, and under the trousers are long leather boots that are easy to cross-country. The soldier wears a leather belt around his waist, and a fixed bullet bag is hung on the belt, making the whole outfit look very close to that of later generations.
modern military uniform.
The uniforms of officers are darker than those of soldiers. Although both soldiers and officers wear captured chainmail, the color of the clothing underneath can still be seen through the gaps in the armor. Another difference between officers and soldiers is the helmet tassel.
Tassel: The platoon leader's tassel is blue, which is different from the red tassel of the soldiers. The company commander's tassel is yellow, the battalion commander's is green, the regiment commander's tassel is black, and the division commander Li Zhi's tassel is white.
At this time, Fang Laosan was standing on the far right side of the team wearing a dark red military uniform. He wore a set of chain mail outside the military uniform and a blue tassel armor on his head.
Fang Laosan waited behind the trench for half an hour before he saw the Hongyi sailors slowly approaching.
These Hongyi sailors are very tall, generally a head taller than the soldiers of the Formation Regiment. They wear wide-brimmed hats and skirt-like military uniforms. They wear a brown jacket outside the military uniform and a bag slung across their body. Hongyi
Most of the soldiers were holding matchlock guns and holding a matchlock gun holder in their hands. Some red barbarian soldiers were holding spears to protect the matchlock gunners.
Like the trapping group on the mountain, the Hongyi soldiers also lined up in three rows. The first two rows of soldiers were matchlock shooters, and the last row of soldiers were spearmen.
Fang Laosan took a closer look and realized that not all of these red hairs were red-haired. There were some blond haired ones and some black-haired ones.
There were about 800 Hongyi sailors. They stood at the bottom of the hill and observed the top of the hill for a while. Apparently the trenches made the Hongyi officers at the bottom a little suspicious, so they gathered in front of the military column to discuss for a while.
Fang Laosan raised his right hand and shouted: "Reload the rifle!"
The forty soldiers quickly finished loading their bullets and pointed their guns at the Hongyi below the hill.
Several Hongyi generals discussed for a while, and finally decided to attack the mountain. Just hearing the few Hongyi officers shouting something to the soldiers, the military drums of the Red Yi army rang. In the drum beat like firecrackers
In the middle, the Hongyi soldiers held up their matchlocks and pressed against the 400 soldiers of the trap group on the hill.
At a distance of two hundred steps, one hundred and eighty steps, one hundred sixty steps, and one hundred and forty steps, the Hongyi soldiers entered the firing range of the trapping regiment. Fang Laosan shouted: "First line of fire!"
Thirteen rifles spurted out tongues of flame, and the thirteen soldiers froze and swayed in the thick fog sprayed by the rifles. After shooting, the soldiers took a rough look at the results of the shooting, and quickly retreated from the right.
Go down.
Fang Laosan's first column had just finished shooting, and another platoon next door also started firing. Soon, all eight platoons had completed the first column of volley fire.
The Dutch sailors who were marching to the beat of the drum seemed to be called by name and fell one after another. Before these red barbarian sailors could understand what was going on, dozens of them fell into a pool of blood, moaning, twitching, and screaming.
Again and again. The still-living Hongmao in the front row was splashed with blood, and his whole body turned red.
The white smoke on the hill became thicker, and there was a choking smell of saltpeter and gunpowder everywhere.
Fang Laosan opened his eyes to look at the Hong Yi in front, and felt that they were suddenly stunned. The Hong Yi did not expect that the Ming people on the mountain also had a matchlock gun, and could shoot such a long distance. There is no such powerful matchlock gun in Europe
, European matchlocks were lucky if they could hit a dense formation of enemies at a distance of 150 yards, or more than 130 meters.
Even the Hongyi drummer, who was playing the drums, suddenly stopped beating the drums and didn't know whether to continue moving forward.
Finally, the Dutch officer jumped out and shouted something. The Dutch people mustered up their courage and marched towards the mountain again.
Fang Laosan sneered and raised his left hand. To his left, the second row of thirteen riflemen had already aimed at Hong Mao, just waiting for Fang Laosan's order.
"shooting!"
Fang Laosan's platoon once again jumped in front of the other platoons and started the second column of shooting. Thirteen rounds of bullets were fired at Hong Mao's line array, hitting the red soldiers who were advancing against the rain of bullets.
Blood flowers. The sailors from Europe have become accustomed to shooting with matchlocks. They simply did not wear armor to protect against cold weapons. Mini bullets easily tore the clothes and skin of these Europeans and penetrated into the flesh.
Stir vigorously.
Next to Fang Laosan, other platoons also started shooting. Amidst the crackling gunfire, the Dutch soldiers at the foot of the mountain fell one after another. After they screamed a few times, they were like stone pillars that had lost their souls.
He fell to the ground and rolled down the hillside to the foot of the mountain.
