It was noticed that the attack was ineffective due to the distance. So Song Hu immediately issued an order to advance the troops. He wanted the troops to get into effective shooting distance.
There is nothing wrong with doing this, and there is nothing wrong with Song Hu issuing such an order.
"If it were a modern war, Song Hu and the others would definitely be disappointed.
But the problem is, this was in the ¡®barbaric¡¯ era of 1620. So Song Hu didn't have to worry about any unexpected situations happening.
Peng! Peng! Puff!
The genetic soldiers marched forward in orderly steps and in neat rows.
Thirty meters is not a long distance, as long as you take sixty steps.
Although there were only a hundred people, the neat pace also made Leslie and the others feel heavy pressure.
"Everyone, hold on still, don't panic! Matchlock guns are not that scary, you all know this." Seeing the enemy begin to slowly press over, Leslie felt the uneasiness of the sailors. He quickly loudly comforted his men and encouraged them at the same time.
"We can't go on like this. If the distance is close, the matchlocks will pose a great threat, and it is very inappropriate for them to be so passive in defense."
Leslie quickly turned her head, thinking of ways to solve this situation.
"Captain, let's attack. I hope we can break through their formation in one go. I think the enemy's soldiers are very immature. They may just be fledglings who have just stepped onto the battlefield." Father Matthew saw a little bit of the secret.
Europeans in this era, especially those in war-prone Europe, have experienced too many wars. Even if they are not professional soldiers, they know more about war than Zhao Hongyu and others.
As the saying goes, they have never eaten pork, but they have seen pigs running.
Hearing this, Leslie quickly glanced at the approaching team.
Sure enough, as Father Matthew said, the faces of those soldiers were very young, and it was obvious that they were not very young people. At the same time, their faces fully revealed their nervousness and fear.
These fully prove the fact that they are a group of rookies.
?????????????????????????? If we follow the advice provided by Father Matthew and let his men rush to kill, maybe we can really break through the opponent's line, and it may not necessarily be possible to defeat the opponent.
You must know that his men are all desperadoes from the European continent. Some of them are soldiers who have been fighting for a long time and are finally tired of the endless war.
When it comes to fighting, their experience is much better than that of a group of rookies.
For this, Captain Leslie has strong confidence.
It seems that we can try Father Matthew¡¯s method.
Time is running out and Leslie cannot think for too long. However, Father Matthew's proposal was a solution that could change their predicament in a short period of time.
"Guys, we are facing a group of rookies, a group of little daisies who have never fought before." Captain Leslie tried his best to act natural and relaxed, and didn't care about the enemy opposite. "Look, the little guys across the street were so scared that they almost peed their pants. Some of them were even close to crying."
Leslie waved the scimitar in her hand and tried her best to tease the genetic warriors on the opposite side.
However, no one can say that Leslie¡¯s teasing was wrong, because some of those genetic people did behave badly, very similar to what Leslie described.
This is true, look at that little guy shaking so hard, hahaha!
God, these are really a bunch of sissies!
Our enemies are a group of women, so there is nothing to be afraid of!
??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? I¡¯m going to fuck the asses of these bitches!
Leslie¡¯s words made the sailors excited. Because they discovered that what Captain Leslie said was right, and the genetic soldiers on the opposite side performed really poorly.
Since they are just a group of rookie soldiers on the other side, what else do they have to be afraid of?
Although their number is twice that of our own, these sailors with extremely rich combat experience know that they can defeat such rookies with just one charge.
"Haha, guys. What are we waiting for? We move forward in formation and kill them! No one can stop us from finding gold and treasure. The young man opposite is the king of this land. If we catch him, we will Got rich."
Leslie finally revealed Zhao Hongyu¡¯s self-made identity, which made the sailors even more excited.
Yes, Zhao Hongyu is the king of this land, so after catching him. They can ask for a large ransom, which is a common method used in Europe.
At this time, in their eyes, Zhao Hongyu was just like a big, golden pig.
Ouch!
The morale of the sailors was completely incited by Leslie.
The opponent is weak, coupled with the attraction of wealth, this can drive people into a state of fanaticism more than all words can.
In this era, risking your life and fighting in the ocean is just to have more wealth and gold.
It is impossible to be a sailor if you are afraid of death and timid.
Because they not only have to fight against the ruthless ocean, but also against the unpredictable weather and pirates.
Therefore, the sailors who can participate in sailing in this era are basically desperate desperadoes and brave people.
"Move forward! The spearman will pierce their buttholes carefully!"
Leslie waved the scimitar in his hand forward. The phalanx began to press against Song Hu's team, which put a lot of psychological pressure on the genetic soldiers who had experienced battle for the first time.
stop!
Line up and start shooting!
Song Hu saw that his opponent was not overwhelmed by him, but pressed forward, and he knew that his opponent was not easy to deal with.
So, he immediately gave the order, stopped where he was, and started shooting.
The distance between the two sides has now become much closer, only the difference is about 30 meters.
At such a distance, you only need to run a few steps to reach a close encounter.
Although the genetic warriors all carry cold weapons, Song Hu is really not optimistic about the combat effectiveness of the genetic warriors in hand-to-hand combat.
This group of genetically gifted people are no different from modern high school graduates.
In other words, you can¡¯t expect some young people who have just graduated from high school to fight with a group of desperadoes.
This is very unrealistic.
Song Hu is deeply aware of his own disadvantages. He cannot use his disadvantages to compete with the opponent's advantages. That would be courting death!
I hope that before the close combat, I can consume some of the opponent's vitality.
Song Hu secretly prayed in his heart!
Shoot!
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Boom!
As Song Hu¡¯s order was issued, the young and immature genetic soldiers once again started shooting five times mechanically.
White smoke rose again, obstructing their vision.
Ignore the distance of the enemy, you little brats! I just need you to keep repeating the training actions and shoot smoothly!
Song Hu yelled at the top of his lungs, allowing those immature genetic soldiers to remember everything they did during training, successfully load their matchlock guns and then shoot.
"The situation is not very optimistic now. All the enemies are pressing forward. It may be that they are going to engage in hand-to-hand combat."
Not far away, Wang Shan was observing the situation on the battlefield. When he saw Leslie and others pressing back, he couldn't help but remind Zhao Hongyu.
"Song Hu's Gene Fever soldiers didn't react well. It seems that these Gene Soldiers have completely failed. I hope they won't be overwhelmed when they are charged by the opponent." Wang Shan is now very unoptimistic about the situation on the battlefield. Estimated.
Although Zhao Hongyu didn¡¯t quite believe it, he had to think about it.
??????????????????????????????????????????? There was a genetic person who was scared to death, not far away from them, slumped on the ground and hadn't stood up yet.
Therefore, the situation estimated by Wang Shan is not impossible.
"Get ready, although I really don't want to do this. But I can't watch the fate of failure befall me." Zhao Hongyu helplessly stretched out his right hand to draw out the machete, and took out the gun from his waist with his left hand. The legs went to Leslie's side.
As Zhao Hongyu, he should not step forward personally in the face of such danger. After all, his safety concerns the entire group.
But, at this moment, if he doesn¡¯t stand up. He really doesn't know what dangers he will encounter in the future. Will he lose his courage?
He is very aware of his bad nature. As long as he has it once, he will continue to make excuses for himself when encountering such a thing.
Slowly, all courage will disappear and he will become a coward.
In this era, danger is everywhereHere I am.
Therefore, his courage cannot be lost.
¡°Besides, he doesn¡¯t know if there will be any consequences if he runs away or abandons the genetic people. After all, the genetic people cultivated by the space-time trader have such moral integrity that Zhao Hongyu cannot understand.
At the same time, he is also worried that the loyalty of genetic people will decrease. Therefore, it is not good to trigger a rebellion against oneself.
Although the Chinese geneticists are very loyal to themselves, they must beware of this.
Wang Shan followed closely behind Zhao Hongyu, holding a blunderbuss in each hand and a murderous look on his face.
Twelve stupid people who were Zhao Hongyu's bodyguards followed him with weapons in hand with expressionless faces. In their eyes, even thousands of troops would not scare them or cause them any slight fluctuation in their emotions.
Not to mention, Leslie and the others only have fifty or sixty people.
Hey! Hey!
Song Hu and the others were enveloped in the smoke emitted by the gunpowder gun, and Leslie and the others pressed forward despite the shooting.
Twenty meters! Fifteen meters! Ten meters! Five meters!
In the process of moving forward, there were only four or five unlucky people who were hit by lead bullets because of their bad luck. Others didn't even lose a hair on their head.
And the unlucky ones who were hit did not have any vital injuries. Basically, they were hit in the lower abdomen or arms. They gritted their teeth to steady their bodies and maintain the team's formation.
It has to be said that the European bumpkins of this era are still very powerful.
Soon, the phalanx approached the place where the smoke rose the most.
Spearman, stab!
Leslie in the center of the phalanx roared!
And after the thick smoke with the pungent smell of gunpowder, there was also a shout in a voice that Leslie and the others could not understand!
Abandon your gun and prepare to engage the enemy at close range!
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