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Chapter 114 Life is the most important thing (third update, please subscribe)
A man who runs a horse will never be afraid of death!

As the last Indians to be conquered, the Mapuche absolutely lived up to their bravery. Although shelling and musket bullets knocked down dozens of riders, they still charged forward.

Their mouths let out strange shouts, and their frenzied and fearless charge stunned everyone. When they were thinking about tens of meters away, even though cavalrymen were hit one after another, they still charged forward desperately.

Amid the deafening shouts, several cavalry rushed over the barricade.

The Mapuche people on horseback, just like their ancestors, stabbed the Chileans with their spears the moment they rushed through the collapsed barricades, and the sharp spearheads easily pierced their bodies Cut their bodies in half like knives.

The most primitive and bloody killing brought by cold weapons is fully displayed at this moment.In an instant, the streets were filled with flesh and blood.

The crisp sound of horseshoes trampling on paving stones was mixed with the sound of spear piercing through flesh and the sound of "creaking" when cutting bones. Hundreds of Mapuche cavalry swarmed up,

Seeing that the barricade was about to be breached, a cannon shot suddenly sounded from behind.

Behind the barricade, there was another barricade. Thirty or forty Mapuche cavalry were brought down in an instant. The close-range shelling of cannonballs was fatal to the Mapuche people. Or the horses were hit by at least two or three bullets, and the blood mist scattered, and the streets were full of corpses.

Then there was another burst of intensive rifle shooting, and the aggressive offensive disintegrated in an instant.

Even a man on a horse can't stop a musket.

"They retreated, retreated..."

Amidst the cheers of the citizens, Bernardo had a smug smile on his face.

"You see, even if the Mapuche have cannon, they're nothing special, it's just..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he heard a strange, slightly dull voice from above his head.

What fell?
Without waiting for Bernardo to look up, or even waiting for this idea to pop up in his heart.

Violent explosions swept across the street. Amid the sound of successive explosions, some people were knocked down by the air waves of the explosions. The shrapnel of shells roared and flew around, penetrating their flesh and blood. Citizens injured in the gunpowder smoke cried loudly. Shouting, the hissing cry for help pierced through the gunpowder smoke, shaking the people around.

Where did the shell come from?

Everyone was at a loss.

This time it was not the 12-pound cannon, but the four grenadiers in the artillery team commanded by Long Quanhai. After seeing that the Mapuche's offensive was blocked, Long Quanhai ordered the grenadiers to approach the enemy. Four small shells were fired from the river.

Before Bernardo and the others recovered from the shock of the explosion, the Mapuche cavalry who had been blocked from attacking came. As natural fighters, the Mapuche may not be good at learning, but they can definitely master it. Timing, the timing of the battle is very accurate.

Almost when the gunpowder smoke was rising, when the Chileans were crying in the smoke of the explosion, he took the lead and led the warriors in the tribe to kill towards the passage left for the cannon.

That was the passage Bernardo used to withdraw the cannon, but now it has become the most deadly loophole.

Through the choking smoke, Bernardo, who was dizzy from the shock of the explosion, saw the Mapuche.

They are coming!

The aura of hundreds of war horses running is like a stormy sea.Before approaching the barricade, people behind the barricade who had not recovered from the impact of the shelling even felt the vibration caused by the horseshoe hitting the ground, and the citizens immediately became panicked and trembling.

"I can't stop it, run away!"

The panicked citizens dropped their rifles and fled back. For these untrained citizens, a violent explosion was enough to break their will, not to mention the ruthless spears of the Mapuche.

"Don't go, for Chile, for the motherland..."

Bernardo, who was bleeding from his head, stood up and tried to save those people, but the panicked citizens would listen to his persuasion. When they fled, the Mapuche rode over and killed them.

Facing the fleeing people, those Mapuches were like tigers jumping into the flock of sheep. They stabbed the fleeing people wantonly with their spears. The cries echoed in the street.

Bernardo looked at the scene in front of him in horror. Standing in the corner of the barricades and walls, he seemed to be forgotten. He stood there, watching how the sharp spears pierced people's bodies. , How easily the crossblade cut off their waists.

Amid the screams, he saw Pierre, the cobbler who was running away, fall down, his body was broken in two, and only the upper half of him was left, still trying to crawl forward, crying on his side , while dragging the continuously flowing intestines and viscera to crawl forward, the galloping horse's hoof stepped on his head.

With a "bang", like a ripe watermelon, the head under the horse's hooves shattered, and the splashed brains even hit Bernardo's face.

"what……"

Bernardo yelled in horror, the confidence and pride on his face completely disappeared, leaving only boundless fear.

He had imagined the romance of the battlefield and the absoluteness of heroes, but he had never imagined that the battlefield was a place full of death and killing.

"Sir, sir, Mr. Bernardo, we, what shall we do..."

Bunels looked at Mr. Bernardo and asked nervously.Although he was scared, he didn't run away like the others.

But his shout did not get Bernardo's answer.

Although Bernardo didn't answer him, when he saw the flag falling on the ground, and saw the flag being trampled by horses, he still ran over. One idea is to pick up the flag from the ground.

Although he didn't know what the motherland was, he knew that it was the flag of Chile, which was very important. At least Bernardo once said that the motherland was that flag.

Seeing the boy rushing out, Bernardo yelled in horror.

"Burnells, don't..."

Just when Bunells raised the national flag again, the galloping horse directly knocked him down, and the national flag that had just been raised fell down again...

"Burnells..."

Bernardo looked at Bunels who fell on the ground in dismay. Facing the Mapuche who had noticed him, he almost subconsciously raised his hands.

At this moment, for him, there is nothing more important than his own life.

Surrender can at least survive, he doesn't want to die in vain like this.

"I surrender, don't kill me, don't kill me..."

Holding his hands high, Bernardo was afraid that they would not understand his words, and he even emphasized loudly in Mapuche.

There is no shame in kneeling to survive, at least for him, he feels that he has done what he can do now, since it is irreparable.

Surrender now, at least you can save your life.As for honor...not as important as life!
(End of this chapter)