Wind Rises in North America 1625

Chapter 252 Storm (IV)

"Bang! Bang! Bang!..."

The Xinhua Army stopped about eighty meters away from the Spaniards, and then, at the command of the officer, raised their muskets steadily.

The officer swung the command knife in his hand downwards and shouted "Fire".

In an instant, more than 400 muskets in the front and back rows fired a round of volleys, and the fire and smoke intertwined into one.

Although more than 30% of the muskets failed to fire smoothly due to various problems, the dense bullets still swept through the Spanish army like a storm.

The Spanish spearmen in the front rows were swept by the sudden "storm" and fell to the ground one after another. Like wheat in a farmland, they were all "cut" by sickles.

Wailing sounds and blood were intertwined, and a huge hole was instantly torn in the Spanish line.

In a moment, sharp whistles and loud commands sounded again. The first and second rows of soldiers of the Xinhua Army stayed where they were to reload their ammunition, while the third row of soldiers passed them through the gap and raised their muskets again.

The burst of gunfire just now stunned the Spaniards in an instant. After the first few rows of spearmen were almost wiped out, the musketeers in the back were exposed in front of the formation, which made them a little confused and at a loss.

Could it be that a firefight has broken out?

But, it seems that the shooting distance is not reached yet?

Some of the Spanish musketeers stopped subconsciously.

"Idiot! Who allowed you to stop?" The Spanish officer supervising the battle immediately shouted angrily: "...Keep moving forward! ...Victory belongs to the great Kingdom of Spain!"

The reprimanded Spanish musketeer was a little panicked and hurried forward, but in his confusion, he was tripped by the fallen corpse in front of him and fell headfirst.

The musketeers behind him carried their muskets, silently passed the soldiers who remained in place, and continued to stride forward.

Why did pirates' muskets have such a long range?
"preparation!"

Xinhua's soldiers aimed their gun barrels roughly at the Spanish infantry phalanx in front.

"put!"

The soldiers subconsciously closed their eyes and pulled the triggers in their hands.

Their shoulders jerked violently, and tiny lead bullets instantly left the chamber, flew across the slanting rain and fog, and flew towards the oncoming Spaniards.

This time, although the density of firepower was sparser than the first round of shooting, the distance was closer and the killing effect was equally amazing.

More than fifty of the marching Spanish musketeers and the remaining spearmen fell in an instant, wailing in the air.

After two rounds of continuous volleys of fire, the Spanish army's neat front was artificially chiseled into a "concave" shape, and more than 180 people were killed or wounded.

However, they were unable to fire back because of the insufficient effective range of their muskets.

This filled the Spanish soldiers with fear and despair, and their morale was on the verge of collapse.

"Boom! Boom!"

As if to restore the declining morale, the Spanish gunners fired a round of artillery fire at the right time. Two iron balls with powerful potential energy crashed into the pirate team, plowing out two bloody passages and killing at least a dozen enemy gunners.

At this time, the distance between the two sides had narrowed to less than seventy meters. The Spanish musketeers stopped and began to nervously load ammunition into their muskets while blowing the fuse on the matchlock to ensure that the flame would not go out.

Although there were only fine raindrops in the sky, it was not friendly weather for the musketeers.

If you are not careful, the fuse will be extinguished by the rain and the gunpowder will be wet, making the matchlock gun in your hand lose its firing function.

In a moment, the first row of Spanish musketeers were ready, raising their muskets high and pointing them at the pirate team in front.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!..."

As flashes of fire appeared, clouds of smoke immediately rose in front of the Spanish camp, enveloping the soldiers.

More than 30 people from the Xinhua Army fell on the spot, but the soldiers behind quickly came up under the order of the officers to ensure that the firepower of the front row was not weakened.

The shrill whistle sounded again, and the officer swung the sword in his hand fiercely.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!..."

Over 350 muskets from the front and back rows opened fire almost simultaneously, creating another terrifying storm of metal within a 50-meter range. This round of fire inflicted even greater casualties on the Spanish, with over 120 men struck and falling, including many officers.

After three consecutive rounds of volleys of fire, the entire Spanish front finally showed signs of wavering.

First, the Indian servants, after losing the restraint of the musketeers, immediately shouted, turned around and ran to the back of the formation.

Some Indians even threw away their heavy spears in order to run faster, and then ran backwards with all their might.

As for the Creole Musketeers, they were not much better off. Driven by the fleeing Indians, they turned around, left their backs to the pirates, and ran towards the jungle behind them.

Oh my God, this is not a pirate!
Strict military formations, strict discipline, fierce artillery, and endless volleys of gunfire, isn't this definitely a regular army?

"Bang! Bang! Bang!..."

"Charge the entire army!"

The Xinhua Army fired a final volley of gunfire at the fleeing Spaniards, and then, to the sound of inspiring bugles, raised their bayonets and launched a full-scale assault.

"Damn it! ...Have we won already?"

Mo Tianhai, commander of the Xinhua Army, was riding on his horse, looking at the Spanish army rushing forward, the excitement on his face was beyond words.

At this time, not only the enemy's Indian spearmen, but also the Creole musketeers began to flee on a large scale, and even their officers joined the fleeing crowd.

The Spaniards who were unable to escape threw away their weapons and knelt down to beg for surrender.

The Marines and armed militiamen didn't even look at them, but passed by them and headed straight for the fleeing Spanish group.

The Indian spearmen who served as the reserve were like a group of reckless wildebeests, holding their spears and shouting as they rushed forward, fearing that they would fall behind even a step.

They stabbed the Spanish soldiers who knelt and surrendered before them without hesitation.

If no officers came to stop them, these frightened Spaniards might have been slaughtered.

More than a hundred cavalrymen drew their sabers, tapped their horses' bellies with their feet, slowly accelerated, and headed towards the two wings of the fleeing Spanish.

They had to intercept the Spaniards at the edge of the jungle to avoid the time-consuming and laborious task of chasing them out later.

"We won a great victory in this battle!" Mo Tianhai let out a long breath.

"Messenger! Report to Shixing immediately! Our Xinhua Army has defeated the Spanish army four kilometers northeast of Guangfeng City!"

"Yes!" A messenger responded excitedly, then cracked his whip a few times and ran towards Shixing City like a fly.

The outcome was decided, and all that remained was to clean up the battlefield and capture as many Spanish soldiers as possible.

In this battle, all the Spanish troops that landed were wiped out. So what will happen to them next?
Haha, having lost their army, the Spaniards could only sigh and return home, hastily ending this hasty and blind war, right?
An hour later, there were no more organized Spanish troops on the battlefield. More than 600 Spanish soldiers were captured. They looked dejected and terrified, sitting in the muddy fields and shivering.

They were surrounded by Indian servants holding spears, staring at them with fierce eyes.

All the Spanish prisoners had completely lost their will to fight. They huddled on the ground dejectedly, like a group of lambs to be slaughtered, and no longer had the high spirits they had when they set out.

"I caught the Espanyol coach!"

An excited shout was heard, and a cavalryman came slowly. Behind his horse, he was leading a muddy Spaniard with his hands tied. He was staggering behind him, looking extremely embarrassed.

Colonel Mattrett looked dejected and ashamed as he was brought before Mo Tianhai.

At this time, he had lost all hope and stared blankly at the pirate leader in front of him.

He had never felt such immense pain and humiliation at this moment. His ambition to achieve great things had been shattered when the army was defeated.

When a pirate cavalryman rushed up to him and slashed at him with a sharp saber, he collapsed to the ground with a scream like a coward, raised his hands and shouted for mercy.

Oh, God, please save your helpless people!
The pirate leader said a few words to him arrogantly, then waved his hand and ordered the soldiers to take him to the temporary camp in the rear, as if he didn't care about their defeat as Spaniards.

Oh, this is such a heart-wrenching defeat, and also an unforgettable nightmare!

(End of this chapter)