Extraordinary Voyage Chapter 407: The Fury of Vengeance
Develop the small town of Pavel.
This is the westernmost border of the royal colony of Carguinha, and further west will truly penetrate into the interior of the New World. It is also a wild land where few pioneers have set foot.
The steep ravines of the Abayachi Mountains and the Blue Ridge Mountains are located in the fertile Kraan Valley, a hunting ground exclusively owned by the Atrians.
Not far from here is Mount Brown, which is nearly two kilometers above sea level, which is also the veritable highest peak in this royal colony.
"Hey! How is Sarah's harvest today?"
"Hahaha, a good harvest, today I hunted a good-looking leopard skin. Go, go to the pub and I will treat you."
"Okay..."
It was already evening, and the hunters wearing buckskins and holding muskets returned to this settlement in the mountains and forests, and the small town was gradually wafting from the smoke.
In this area where "civilization" and "wildness" meet, most people who are willing to live here also have two brushes.
As for the families of women and children, they will not stay in this dangerous zone that has not been developed and transformed.
The leading industry in the colony of Caguinia is the large plantation, which mainly grows rice-based food crops and tobacco, indigo and other cash crops.
As the earliest colony where Thomastown is located, Carguinha has the most population, the most plantations, and the most...indigenous slaves!
The function of opening up a small town is not just for the so-called pioneering wildness.
By building the settlements of the Neimansters, we continue to invade and occupy more fertile land of the indigenous Atrians.
Another important function is to capture more Atrian slaves for the colony, of course, mainly based on hostile small tribes.
Start with the construction of the first colony in the New World.
In line with the strategic plan that all the people are soldiers, the governors successively issued gun orders to all settlers to deal with the endless aboriginal and other dangers in the New World.
The "Firearms Order" stipulates that every family must possess firearms, which can be flintlocks, mounted lances, and shotguns with a large caliber not exceeding 1.37 meters in length.
The militia bill promulgated at the same time requires every militiaman to prepare his own firearm, usually a flintlock and a set of ammunition belts or ammunition bags.
Currently, the major colonies have no gun manufacturing capabilities, nor can they distribute standard guns to all militias. However, due to the need for gun maintenance, gunsmiths and blacksmiths who are part-time gunners have appeared in some colonies.
The town of Pavel is such an armed town with small sparrows and complete internal organs!
In addition to the two hundred young "hunters" equipped with various weapons, a 30-man elite garrison was stationed under the command of a formal knight-level captain, Major Greg.
In addition to a mysterious professional transcendence nicknamed "The Gunner" among the hunters, and a low-level knight "Old Barron" who came to the New World to look for opportunities, a pioneering town with a total population of less than 300 Concentrated three second-order transcendents.
With the absolute advantage of the equipment, this team alone dares to challenge the indigenous fighters with more than three times the number of themselves and win the battle.
However, based on their strength, it can also be seen from the side that the external living environment of the New World is harsh.
And when they return to the settlement every night, a glass of rare wine is enough to comfort them all day long.
In the only tavern in the town, the outstanding hunters who are still fully armed have gathered their wine glasses.
"Cheers! For the perfect leopard skin!"
"Cheers! For a better tomorrow!"
"Cheers! For the Crane Valley that will soon belong to us!"
"Hahaha..."
As long as you want to drink, you can always find countless reasons. Even the Crane Valley, which is still firmly controlled by the Atrians, is obviously regarded as something in their bag.
However, when they drank good wine and imagined the future.
Boom...boom...boom...
A thunderous sound of horseshoes came from a distance.
The loyal guards standing on the watchtower outside the town, seeing a large number of cavalry rushing out from the forest in the distance, have quickly rang the bronze bell.
Clang! clang! clang! ...
"Enemy Attack!"
When the alarm bell rang, even the hunter who drank the most in the tavern reacted immediately, grabbed the musket at his feet and rushed out.
For hunters who are extremely vigilant in dangerous areas, it is no exaggeration to sleep with a rifle every day. The rifle has long been an inseparable part of their body.
Even if they cut down all the trees within two hundred meters of the camp in advance to prevent a sneak attack by indigenous people.
But when I heard the warning sign flying out.
Running in the forefront, with feathers on his head, and an indigenous knight with a big mouth like a shark painted in oil on his face, he is already less than 50 meters away from the surrounding wall of the town!
Seeing them running out, the indigenous knights have already launched an attack first, not using backward bows and arrows but the "trade rifle", a weapon of civilized people.
Boom! boom! boom! boom! ...
Smoke of gunpowder is everywhere.
After decades of development, trade rifles produced by anyone have formed relatively fixed characteristics.
The unified smoothbore flintlock, equipped with a light short barrel, has a lighter charge with slightly less projectiles, and does not emphasize power.
The trigger guard is large and can be operated with gloves in cold areas. The parts and manufacturing process are simplified, and the cost is very low.
Of course, a simple match also means...low efficiency, and not many hunters have been knocked down by lead bullets.
After a round of shooting, regardless of the hit rate, the indigenous people have already rushed through the gunpowder and waved the melee weapons in their hands.
"Yeah--!"
Among them are the slings and obsidian saw swords used in the barbaric era, as well as the steel sabers sold to them by unknown countries and forces!
At the same time, the hunters who came to behind the wall at the fastest speed, after cursing the **** black-hearted businessman secretly, relying on the fortifications built a long time ago, they broke off their guns and fired back.
Boom! boom! boom! ....
Amidst the flashing gun flames, indigenous cavalry were shot and fell from horses, even if they did not die on the spot, they would be trampled to death by subsequent companions.
The weapons in the hands of the hunters are obviously far superior to the natives in terms of power and precision!
This is also inevitable.
For these pioneers from the "civilized world", the inferior trade rifle can't be looked down upon.
Because there are not many cases of large-scale use of firearms in the New World, the purpose of settlers and pioneers using firearms is more for hunting and personal defense, and every shot hit is very important.
The rifled gun, which has just started to be incomplete and expensive, is far more in line with their pursuit of precision than the musket.
Therefore, the settlers of the New World favored rifled rifles more than the native kingdom, and even among gunsmiths, gradually developed a rifled rifle modification chain and corresponding tactics and even culture.
Kentucky rifles are the most popular among them.
The barrel length is 1.17m, the full gun length is 1.57m, the .44-48 caliber is the most common, smaller than the common .58-69 caliber of the shotgun, the handguard and the buttstock are slender, and the weight is only 3.63-4.54kg.
Although the Kentucky rifles handcrafted by different gunsmiths are different, they are generally longer, smaller in caliber, and lighter in weight.
This is also the basic feature of the New World long-barreled rifled gun, and it is the personalized development of the firearms adapting to the wild environment of the New World. From the perspective of the development path of firearms, it is clear that the New World has already walked ahead of the Old World.
Because of the high initial velocity and accuracy brought by the small caliber and long barrel, the range of the Kentucky rifle can reach 274.3 meters in the hands of experienced shooters.
Compared with this, the long shotgun has a range of less than 91.4m, and it is more bulky, not to mention the low-quality trade rifle in your hands.
So, when the hunters launched a counterattack under the organization of the garrison, Major Greg, their absolute advantage in musket performance allowed them to severely suppress the momentum of the indigenous cavalry charge.
Especially the "gunman" Ralph, one of the chief hunters, has eight long muskets on his back and three short muskets around his waist. Every time he shoots, one of them must fall down.
And this is where they dare to fight with more than three times the number of indigenous people, not to mention the fortifications as a backing.
Not to mention the more than four hundred indigenous people in the outer area, even if it doubles again, they are not afraid of it.
"Hahaha, the **** indigenous people should go digging and farming obediently. I want to sell those guys who haven't died after the battle to the plantation."
"Yes, it just happened that we haven't hunted slaves for a while. The planters have complained to me several times."
"..."
However, just as the situation in the town was very good, the garrison and hunters had stabilized their positions in the sudden attack.
In the woods two hundred meters away, a group of sturdy natives with blue and black tattoos came out.
Yeah--!
Seeing the situation on the battlefield, they screamed and raised the obsidian saw sword blessed by the shaman in their hands, and charged with their feet.
These people don’t ride horses, just because they run faster than galloping horses!
The dust is flying.
The relaxed expression on Major Greg's face has completely disappeared.
One, two, three... eleven in total!
The totem engravings on their bodies were constantly twisting, and before they approached a fierce aura from the wild has come to their faces.
It seems that it is not a group of people rushing over, but a group of bloodthirsty beasts. Especially the blood-stained eyes, it was as if they were going to devour their lives!
It's not just literally "swallowing it alive".
Many hunters who were still chatting and laughing just now faced this situation, and they fought two battles one by one, and even the accuracy of the gun was lowered by several grades.
"The sea shark totem, this is... the Araucan clan who has slaughtered the three pioneering towns in the kingdom!"
Looking at the totems on them, Major Greg's teeth were crunching, and he was clearly aware of it.
Even if you are an official knight, unless you turn around and flee now, you will be doomed today.
However, he touched the special potion distributed by the governor for each pioneering town in his pocket, and the major drew his sword resolutely and shouted:
"The garrison, fight!"
Wow! Whoosh! Whoosh! ...
In the blink of an eye, the totem warrior with a total of eleven people has crossed the cavalry and rushed into the town. The tall horse refused to be shattered with a single sword~IndoMTL.com~ Hand-to-hand combat, no, the massacre began. !
The huge gap in transcendent level cannot be made up by ordinary firearms and equipment or fighting will.
The low-level knight "Old Barron" was the first to be siege.
Then, carrying eight excellent rifled Kentucky rifles, the "gunner" who used the muskets superbly.
It just broke out in a gust of wind, after killing two people, it was overwhelmed by more totem warriors.
As the strongest, Major Greg, after beheading a person with a decisive conviction, was also smashed into the chest by the chief of the Aroukan clan Man Gunk.
At the last moment, it was only time to pour the potion in the hand onto the opponent, and laughed sadly:
"Araucan clan, the kingdom will avenge us!"
Then he fell to the ground and made no sound.
"Bah! Intruders are not qualified to talk about ‘revenge’!"
He spat in disdain, and Man Gunk, who is tall and unusual with a great white shark totem on his body, has pulled out a steel dagger to peel off Greg's scalp and gouged out his heart.
Following the will of God, as long as you capture more of the invader's flesh and blood for sacrifice, you can gain stronger power.
Scalp off the colonists and sacrifice them to the gods, while the samurai will devour the hearts of the colonists killed by themselves. As long as they kill enough people, they can even become a new totem warrior!
This is also the reason why the Araucan clan is small in scale, but has so many totem warriors.
At the same time.
On a tree in the outer forest, an indigenous wizard from the Atrians, wearing a black feather cloak and holding a bird-head witch staff, looked at the slaughtered town of Pavel, with a quacking smile:
"Kill! Eat! Under the guidance of Ms. Crow, with all natural spirits as the vanguard, the flames of vengeance will completely burn the entire continent!"