The commander of the Boston Army was now wandering around the fire like a trapped beast. He knew very well that he had fallen into the trap of the Chinese. The attacks from all directions were to exhaust his soldiers and consume a lot of weapons and ammunition.

However, being able to see the enemy's strategy clearly does not mean that he can solve this dead end. It is very simple to say that his military source quality cannot keep up with it, and the soldiers have no experience in overnight combat at all.

Judging from the current military technology, night battles are actually a hand-to-hand battle. In the dark and chaos, cannons are difficult to locate, and muskets cannot find the opportunity to gather fire and shoot. The battlefield order can easily collapse and fall into chaos.

Once they fall into hand-to-hand combat, these indigenous soldiers will be the first to be unable to hold on. Four hundred years of colonial rule have long castrated their courage, and they have to use money to deal with such soldiers.

The commanders of the Borussia Army were really unwilling to take such adventures. They were too clear about the qualities of their soldiers, but in the face of endless harassment from the Chinese, they had to choose to counterattack.

The war in Iquik is about to break out, and the Peruvian guards urgently hope that they will arrive as soon as possible. Even if the time is delayed by one or two hours, Iquik may not be able to hold on.

This important port city is related to the entire situation of the war, and no one can bear this responsibility.

Pockets filled with gold coins were opened, and under the light of torches, the gold coins minted with the portrait of the Spanish king were shining. The selected soldiers were each given twenty gold coins, and the commander also promised that the assault warriors would receive double rewards after the war ended.

There must be brave men under the heavy reward. The native soldiers of the battalion, led by white officers, screamed like chicken blood. Then countless white officers were injected into it and replaced the command of the grassroots. These white rulers finally made up their minds to die.

The Remington was revived, and the bayonet was so bright that it was rubbed. The gold coins in his arms were ironed with body temperature, and his heart was warm, and he screamed in his throat. For a momentum was as bright as the elite of a hundred battles.

A battalion of the Belgian army attacked tentatively from a fire far southwest. Behind the soldiers of this battalion, two other battalions were gathering to prepare to respond to the small soldiers who were exploring the way at any time.

As they got closer and closer, they were getting closer and closer to the third company of ambush. Luo Gou and Ma Jun brought more than 100 brothers with only Taiping Knife, and then lay on the sand without moving. At that moment, they could even feel the earth's vibration caused by the enemy's footsteps.

More than 150 musketeers were half-squatting two hundred meters behind the Third Company. The loaded Enfield rifle was ready to shoot.

When the light of the assaulted Glass munitions had approached the distance between the three companies and the first 20 meters, Ma Zijian yelled, "Everyone has... gather fire and shoot! Let it go!"

Boom boom boom... Three consecutive shots of more than 150 rifles swept down a large area of ​​the glass army in the distance, and also exposed its position.

"Detect the enemy and fire and fight back..." The Borussian officer pulled out his command knife and roared loudly, and then the Borussian muskets began to counterattack.

After all, they were carefully selected soldiers. The white smoke from the shooting was everywhere, but both sides did not intend to retreat at all. Gradually, Ma Zijian, the Erlian, who did not have the advantage in numbers, issued an order to fight and retreat.

The Bo Army never expected that the Second Company was actually a bait. The real killer move was under their noses. As the army slowly moved forward, Ma Jun and Luo Gou saw the opportunity and shouted, "Kill! Taiping! Taiping!"

The young 200th dead soldier jumped up fifteen meters in front of the Bo Army, and the raised Taiping Knife was dancing with great vigor.

The Borussia Army could not react at all at such a close distance. Before the officer could give the order, the row of Borussia Army in the front was cut over by a large area by the Taiping Knife.

The battlefield was full of hoarse roars, and the Taiping Knife and bayonet blocked the sparks. Countless bayonets made crisp breaking sounds and landed on the ground. The muffled sound of the heavy blade cutting off the bones, coupled with the tragic howling of the dying Belle Army, made the entire battlefield fall into a death-like silence.

When Ma Zijian saw the enemy being trapped, he turned around and threw away the musket in his hand, picked up the Taiping Knife buried in the sand and shouted, "Brothers, follow me! Let's fight for peace..."

"Kill... and kill a balance..." The second company threw away its rifles and chose to fight hand-to-hand and blades and ran towards the enemy.

This is simply a one-sided massacre. The Taiping Knife was originally a long weapon that evolved from the ancient Pu Dao. Anyone who has read the Water Margin knows that the most commonly used by heroes in the Song Dynasty was this long-handled pounce knife. It was definitely a big force and a scattered force, and it was easy to cut off the head and cut the flesh.

Let’s look at the bayonets in the hands of the Bo Army. They were as thin as toothpicks, and the swords of the white commanders. To put it bluntly, in the eyes of the Taiping veterans, they were toys for the women to play with.

More than 300 Taiping Army and more than 500 Boston Army strangled together, without showing any decline. Instead, they became more and more braver in the battle. The Boston Army finally confirmed one thing: these Chinese people are really not humans, they are just a group of evil ghosts from hell.

The commander behind was so scared that he was sweating all over. "The reserve team assaulted, responded to friendly forces, and surrounded these damn enemies..." The other two battalions of Boston launched a charge. They saw that the vanguard assault battalion could no longer hold on. The strong bloody smell blew over with the night wind, and countless people were running and vomiting.

Tietoutuo sighed, "It's not martial! It's not martial... I feel sorry for them. You said that you have only killed a few people in a group of armed farmers? Now you want to fight with us by hand? Alas... We have all killed people for twenty years, how many of them are you comparing us?"

"The enemy's protrusion has already become confused. General Weng Derong obeys the order... orders you to lead a thousand elite troops from the east side of the protrusion to cut into the enemy's confusion..."

"General Chen Yonglu obeys the order... orders you to take two thousand elite troops to stand by on the west side of the protruding unit, and wait for the enemy to mobilize troops to siege General Weng, you take the opportunity to assault..."

"The rest of us are raising our energy to prepare for the total assault before dawn... Haha, it's starting to mess up? What a bunch of idiots!"

The battle situation was indeed as Tietoutuo judged. Now, in order to rescue the battalion of the vanguard, the enemy army immediately sent three battalions of troops to advance in waves.

From a distance, it looks like an irregular pebble suddenly grows an elephant's trunk. If Tietou Tuo and the others can't catch this fighter plane, then I'm really sorry for the more than 20 years of blood-licking blood.

"Taiping Army! Crash!" Weng Derong took the lead and led more than a thousand soldiers to run quickly towards the protrusion. Everyone ran forward with their lives, just like a herd of wild buffalo.

The frightened senior officials of the Boston Army who were both burned inside and out now have no other nonsense than shouting a few words, "Stop it."
Chapter completed!