Back to Ming Dynasty with Industrial Revolution System

Chapter 297
In the early morning, the miasma in the mountains and forests filled the air, and the visibility was very low.The sudden sound of gunfire woke up the sleeping soldiers of the mountain battalion.

"What happened?" Crazy Cheng, who was curled up in a corner sleeping, grabbed the rifle beside him and guarded his surroundings.

"Sir, we are surrounded..." A sentry in the mist reported to Madman Cheng.

"Is it Zheng Zhihu? About how many people are there?" Crazy Cheng patted his face, trying to wake himself up from the sleepy state as soon as possible.

"Listening to their voices, they don't speak Chinese, they should be natives of Yizhou, and there are quite a few of them, at least 1000." The sentinel said, "They tried to hide in the miasma and attack us, but our people I found out that it was our people who fired the guns just now."

"That means they haven't started attacking us yet?" Crazy Cheng asked.

"Yes, they were awakened by our muskets and temporarily gave up the idea of ​​​​attacking. It's just that they are familiar with the terrain and are hiding in the fog. They don't know when they will attack us." The sentinel said.

"It's unbelievable that this group of natives would choose to cooperate with Zheng Zhihu. Come with me!" Crazy Cheng gathered his left and right soldiers.

After the 800 or so soldiers in the mountain battalion were awakened, they seized favorable terrain nearby under the command of small and medium-sized officers. Each team had several people in contact with people from other teams around them, so as to prevent accidental injuries.

"Everyone, don't shoot at will. We are now backed by the hillside, showing a fan shape. While the outer team is shooting, the inner team is temporarily on standby!" Cheng Madman gave an order.

Right now, the miasma in the early morning is still very strong, the field of view is not good, and the telescope is useless, so we can only rely on the tacit understanding and cooperation between the teams.

The outermost squad of soldiers either hid behind boulders, or prostrated themselves on the ground, pointing their rifles at the white forest.Although the aborigines don't have muskets, they are the most powerful hunters in the mountains. Their bows and arrows match the right time and place. If they accidentally underestimate them, they will be wiped out.

"Which tribe are you from? Does anyone speak Chinese? Our Fu Liao army is not interested in your villages and forests. We just came here to chase the pirate Zheng Zhihu. Why do you help the pirate to fight against us?" Madman Cheng came Go to the outer circle and shout towards the miasma-filled mountains and forests.

His voice echoed in the forest, but what responded to him was a rain of arrows!
Arrows fell and pierced into the nearby vegetation.However, most of the soldiers in the mountain battalion hid behind obstacles, and a round of arrow rain basically did not cause any damage.

"Fight back!" Crazy Cheng is also a ruthless person, and he is not at all polite when he sees the other party making trouble!

More than 100 rifles fired freely into the white mist, and the piercing and frightening gunshots kept coming and going!
"Ahhhh!" The kinetic energy of the bullet is so strong that even a slightly thinner piece of wood will be shot through!Several natives who wanted to approach with the help of the fog were shot and killed by bullets without eyes on the spot, screaming!
"They're going to sneak attack! Keep shooting!" The officers of the mountain battalion, including Madman Cheng, determined the location of the aborigines through the screams of the aborigines.

Some natives who were closer, judging by their voices, were no more than 30 meters away from them!Obviously, the aborigines want to use the rain of arrows and miasma to carry out a sneak attack!

The embarrassing mountain camp was fully fired, and the teams in the outer circle kept loading and shooting. Even if they couldn't see anyone, they still had to use firepower to suppress the natives who tried to sneak up on them.

In less than a minute, there were a few more screams in the mist, accompanied by a shout and noisy footsteps that Madman Cheng couldn't understand, and the miasma-filled mountain forest regained its calm.

"Stop shooting!" Crazy Cheng saw that the natives seemed to be retreating, so he stopped the people who were still shooting.

The mountain camp entered the mountain forest this time, and each soldier carried a limited number of bullets. The soldiers in the outer circle fired more than a thousand rounds of bullets just now, which made the mountain camp short of bullets stretched.

If the bullets are exhausted before leaving the mountains and returning to the plains, the mountain battalion will have to rely on bayonets to fight their way out... This is what Madman Cheng doesn't want to see.

"Now are you willing to show up and negotiate with us?" Madman Cheng continued to shout into the fog.

It's just that what greeted him was still not the native's response, but another round of arrow rain.

"Damn, can it be that none of these aborigines can speak Chinese?" Madman Cheng was depressed for a while. If there is really no one among the aborigines who can speak Chinese, then there is no hope of reconciliation between the two parties.

"Sir, our attack just now has already killed many of them, and we have formed a bridge with them. They are determined to fight us to the death, why don't we fight out with bayonets?" the adjutant said.

"Wait a little longer, even if you want to fight back, you have to wait until the fog subsides, so as not to increase the casualties." Madman Cheng said.

As time went by, when the sun rose, the fog in the forest gradually began to recede, which caused panic among the natives.Once the fog cleared, their few advantages would be lost.So the aborigines tried to attack the mountain camp two or three times.

But each was still repulsed by the impenetrable semicircular formation of the mountain battalion.

Gradually, the mist disappeared, Cheng Fengzi and the others could roughly see the aborigines surrounding them in the mountains and forests.Thousands of aborigines with tattoos and painted mud on their bodies, some with short bows or iron knives, were angry but scared, so they could only surround the mountain camp from a distance, not daring to approach the camp's position.After all, the most advanced Dresser rifle in the mountain camp is harmful to three 400-meter targets!

"Finally, we can see their reality clearly, sir, let's attack!" After seeing the strength of the natives clearly, the people in the mountain camp no longer feared in the fog, but confidently asked Madman Cheng to lead them to attack the natives. fight back.

"Pack up your bags, let's retreat to the stronghold in the plain area." Crazy Cheng knew that his troops would probably not be able to continue chasing Zheng Zhihu after being kicked in by the Yizhou natives, so he just had to retreat early.

The soldiers in the inner circle of the mountain camp were not in a hurry, and in front of thousands of natives, they methodically put the pots, shovels and pans into their bags, or carried them behind their backs, and then raised their rifles, forming a seemingly scattered, but actually Formation of mutual horns.

When the Atayals saw the soldiers from the mountain camp setting off, they also backed away in fright.Because every step the mountain battalion gets closer to them, the terrible weapon in their hands will kill them.

The patriarch of the Atayal tribe had a dark face, but he couldn't let his tribe die in vain.

"What? You said that the Atayal tribe has already fought with the Liao army?" Zheng Zhihu, who was also active near this mountain forest, was overjoyed when he heard the news of the conflict between the two sides.

(End of this chapter)