It was a face-to-face battle, no longer the same as the previous raid battle, and since there were still about six hundred sailors, the sailors who were swarming in the five-star square collided with the thin three columns of army soldiers. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The soldiers had a slight advantage in the rifles with bayonets in their hands, and because of the need to go ashore to fight, there were quite few sailors with long weapons, and at this time it was a charge, and the sailors with long weapons were gradually left behind. At this time, the sailors in front faced the soldiers who were armed with bayonets and a rifle as long as 1.7 meters, and they were simply stabbed. The bayonet is different from the long knife used for slashing, although the wound caused by the slash looks terrifying, but it is difficult to really kill a person if it is not critical, but the bayonet is different. Because the stabbed parts are mainly the torso, and the injured locations are basically organs, it is easy to bleed internally and cause life-threatening.

Therefore, in the first moment of the battle, more than forty sailors were injured and fell to the ground, and many more were still holding on. The next army soldiers did not stay in formation as the sailors imagined, they were separated, about two or three people in groups, and finding the opportunity to face the sailors who rushed forward was a fatal blow. If the sailor advances, the soldier next to him will take the opportunity to stab, and if the opponent retreats, the soldier will shoot directly, anyway, this is not trained according to the Japanese army's discipline, and you can still shoot when fighting a bayonet.

Despite this, the soldiers were not skilled enough to fight bayonets in their usual training, and after all, this was the first time they had engaged in hand-to-hand combat, and soon soldiers began to fall to the ground wounded. At the same time, the militia in the rear also roared and rushed forward with spears in their hands. The spear is different from the rifle, but the principle of the combat assassination action is the same, so although these militiamen have to participate in a variety of production and labor on weekdays, the assassination action is not less practiced, and because they have no shooting training, their assassination action can be said to be more skilled than the average army soldier.

The input of the militia made the advantage of the sailors smaller and smaller, they thought that these pirates were nothing more than coercing the common people to participate in the battle, driving the common people to come up and consume the enemy, but they did not expect that these pirate soldiers were actually in the first rank, and they were so not afraid of death. What made them even more incomprehensible at this time was that these young men who looked dressed like ordinary people who were added later were actually alive and vigorous, and the spears in their hands were no worse than those fire guns with short swords in pirates. At this time, with the addition of the militia, the defenders of Vostochny Harbor already had a strength of at least 400 men, and in the face of these sailors who only knew how to chop and poke with swords, not only did they not look thin, but they were more intimidating than them, and the militia and army soldiers who had been systematically trained in assassination operations were able to crush these sailors at this time, and they still accounted for the majority of sailors at this time.

"Reload shotguns! Hurry up! The first mate shouted at the sailor, who was about to reload the cannon, and the sailor was stunned again.

"We're behind our own people now!" The sailor of the Overlord shouted, "If we use shotguns, we must not kill all of our own people?" ”

"If we don't use the shotgun, we'll all die," the first mate said, turning the boatswain over the square, "can't you see it?" These pirates are going to have the upper hand, if we don't reload the shotguns, wait until the people in front of us are all dead, what do we use to fend off these pirates? As he spoke, the first mate kicked on the butt of the sailor who was still stunned on the side, "Why don't you reload quickly?" ”

At this time, the defenders of Dongfang Harbor had begun to kill these invaders and began to retreat, Zeng Zhigang led a squad to chase a group of sailors down the street around the square, just now he was in addition to the limelight, he had a cheating weapon that neither side had - a pistol. At such a close distance, and so dense with people, it was natural that he would hang one by one like a legendary magician, so that forty or fifty sailors were chased by him instead. Suddenly, in high spirits, he caught a glimpse of four or five sailors busy near the previously fired cannon on his right, and he suddenly felt that his blood was about to clot. These enemies are loading cannons at this time, of course, they are not intended to be used as fireworks, and at such a close distance, they are at a disadvantage, they must be loaded with shotguns, if they let them fire, where is the good thing?

"Quick! Shoot at the people next to the artillery! He hurriedly fired two consecutive shots at the artillery more than fifty meters away.

The soldiers hurriedly stood in formation, and then loaded their bullets. The sailors at the side of the cannon also noticed that the enemy was approaching from the side, and some of them took the lit fire rope and pressed towards the gun, while others were desperately turning the muzzle of the gun around.

"Shoot!" Zeng Zhigang took a slight aim, and with one shot he knocked down a sailor who was holding a torch and was about to close the gun ignition. There was a commotion among the sailors, and by this time their firearms had begun to explode. These firecrackers were filled with iron sand, and what came out was a small piece of iron sand, which was so shattered that three or four army soldiers were beaten to the ground and cried out while covering their wounds. As soon as Zeng Zhigang's calf was numb, he felt that water flowed down his pants and into his boots, he hurriedly touched it, and looked down to see that it was full of blood, and it seemed that he had also been hit.

In a moment's astonishment, a soldier suddenly pounced on him and pushed him to the ground, and then heard the sound of artillery firing. A rain of shotguns immediately covered the street, and the army soldiers who didn't have time to hide were instantly beaten all over the ground and fell to the ground softly, and even the wounded soldiers who were injured and fell to the ground before were also killed by the dense rain of bullets at this time. Zeng Zhigang was lucky to escape because he was tightly hugged by the soldier.

The sailors in the distance saw that the shooting effect was quite satisfactory, and hurriedly turned the muzzle of the gun to aim at the crowd that was still fighting in the square, and began to reload again.

Zeng Zhigang was dizzy and his eyes were black because of the air flow and sound of the artillery, and he weakly pushed away the soldier who had already swallowed his breath, and looked at it fixedly. This soldier's nickname is Gouzi, a native of Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and he himself can't tell where he came from, because his family's land and property were occupied by large households, and he complained to the government, and as a result, he was sent to Annan with his whole family. Along the way, his family died on the road, and when he was about to starve to death, he was conscripted to fight pirates and captured, and then became a naturalized citizen, and finally joined the army. Zeng Zhigang couldn't remember his full name at all, and at this time he sat up staggeringly, looking at the sailors in the distance with hideous faces still loading their cannons.

He couldn't sit up after two attempts, so he had to lie on the ground and fumble around, trying to find his pistol. But the situation was chaotic just now, and he didn't know where the pistol had been flew, and where could he still find the blood and flesh on the street? He fumbled a few times, touched a rifle, hurriedly pulled the gun belt and dragged it over, checked it in his hand, there was no problem, his right hand shook and opened the dog's ammunition bag, and a brass bullet shell suddenly slipped down.

He closed his eyes and took two deep breaths, his hand shaking as hard as it had been, so he loaded a bullet into the chamber of his gun and began to aim at the guy in the distance who was clutching a torch and waiting for the fire.

"Smack!" The sailors who ignited the fire were still standing there, and the bullets didn't know where they had hit. Zeng Zhigang hurriedly checked the gun again, it turned out that the front crosshair was off, and there was no way to correct it at this time. He was so depressed that he half-knelt up, and looked left and right, and there were still a few rifles nearby, but either the barrel had been pierced or the butt had broken into several pieces. It seems that there is only one rifle left that can be used to fire at the moment, and there is no way to aim but close the distance. He grabbed a handful of bullets and stuffed them in his pocket, and stood up with a rifle, when suddenly there was a piercing pain in his right leg, and it seemed that the numbness had gone. He looked down at the corpses of the army soldiers everywhere and muttered, "Brothers, don't worry, I'll go and pull the pads on your backs." ”

He limped forward against the house on the side of the street while babbling in a dazzle, and at this time, he suddenly remembered the surprise he had seen Du Yande's black fat man holding the cardboard of "Crossing Trade" in his hand at the exit of the bus station, and then recalled the surprise that he had hidden on the hill near the base and looked at the group of people who were practicing in the playground and lining up to shoot in formation. He couldn't help but grin lightly, "It seems that today is really a catastrophe......

Thanks to the chaos of the battlefield, none of the gunners noticed that a limping man was approaching them with a rifle. It didn't take long for Zeng Zhigang to get close to a distance of about ten meters, and then he half-knelt down, but he touched the wound on his right leg, which hurt a lot, but his spirit was much better. He simply sat down, stretched his injured leg forward, flexed his left leg, and then propped his left arm on his left knee and began to aim.

The first mate fell to the ground with a "pop", splattering blood on the opposite wall. Since the first mate was standing at the rear, none of the nervous gunners in front noticed that the person in charge of issuing the order had already met the main god.

The boatswain turned his head in disbelief to look at the pirate who was loading his ammunition in an absolutely strange position, made a "ho-ho" sound, and fell to the ground to his death.

Only then did the sailors realize that a pirate had appeared in the direction they had just shot, and they hurriedly grabbed the fire and opened fire on this side. Zeng Zhigang was soon hit by a handful of iron sand, his right chest, left arm and left leg were all shot, and he fell to the ground with his back to the sky, but what made these sailors unbelievable happened, this pirate actually staggered and sat up again, his right hand, which was not injured at this time, was groping on the ground, and suddenly grabbed something like an iron block. Zeng Zhigang was overjoyed at this time, it turned out that his pistol was thrown here without knowing how. He didn't care about the stunned sailors in front of him, looked down and checked the magazine, then took a deep breath again, raised his right hand and fired directly at this gun position. Twenty rounds of ammunition were quickly emptied, and his right hand trembled so badly that he barely hit anyone, and at this time he had no way to change the magazine, so he could only watch the sailors who were huddled behind the guns gradually stand up, and then rushed over with their weapons shouting, he grinned, fainted, and the pistol in his hand fell to the ground.