The joint fleet that was visible to the naked eye was like a huge mobile town. The tall Dutch warships were like the towers of the town, and the colorful flags were fluttering. Even the Fujian immigrants who had been harassed by pirates and were not surprised by the pirate ships were shocked by the strength of the China-West joint fleet.
Such a huge fleet dispatched tens of thousands of soldiers to fight with ease. That was tens of thousands of enemies!
There was only an extremely nervous buzzing in his mind, and his legs could not stop trembling.
"Ah…" Zhang San subconsciously let out a low cry. He quickly covered his mouth to suppress the overflowing fear. According to the rules of the government army, his scream just now was enough to be dragged out and beheaded for "disturbing the morale of the army". 1
He looked left and right in fear. The soldiers in their respective positions had different expressions. Some looked worried, some were shocked, and some had tears in their eyes. They whispered that they would be separated from their families in the future. The aborigines were even more dumbfounded. They kept quiet out of fear and retreated repeatedly, muttering distracting words that others could not understand.
They were like the Mayan natives in the movie " Revelation ", who finally escaped to the seaside after suffering, only to find that a stronger enemy was coming. The invaders brought their warships and cannons to press forward step by step. Muskets, cannons, warhorses sweeping the natives with spears and short bows, and terrifying bacteria spread in the air that no one could see.
The sadness and fear contained in the difference in civilization was a cruel torrent without emotion, threatening to engulf all those who blocked the general trend of history.
Zhang San didn't know what science or civilization was. He only knew that there were more pirates than them.
'This is probably my burial ground,' Zhang San thought worriedly.
He tried to bury his head in his arms, desperately suppressing the fear and sobs in his heart. Tears fell to his lips and into his mouth, bitter and salty. He really didn't want to die!
But he had nowhere to run.
Zhang San sobbed and cried out in his heart,"The children of my ancestors are unfilial and can't carry on the Zhang family's bloodline."
After a while, he raised his tear-washed face and was surprised to find that no matter how scared he was, he never gave up holding the rifle that the chief had given him. It was the battlefield partner that he had been cleaning and maintaining day and night according to the orders of the Bureau Chief.
At this time, a short-haired soldier wearing a gray cloth with an open pocket patted his shoulder. A few soldiers dressed in the same way looked at him encouragingly." Brother, are you afraid?
Zhang San knew who these people were. They were the Chinese mercenaries of the Aussies, the " Red Mohist."
"I'm afraid." Zhang San replied softly. He saw that all the Australian mercenaries and foreign soldiers had no fear on their faces, but their total number was only a thousand.
"Aren't you afraid?" Zhang San asked back. He admired and envied the bravery of the Australian mercenaries. Did they all have a heart of stone that was fearless?
"It's useless to be afraid. The more afraid you are of guns, the more cannonballs will fly towards you.”The person spoke with a strong affinity, and the Hokkien accent in the Australian Song Xin dialect made him feel more cordial.
" I don't want to die yet," another Fubo Army soldier added.
"That's right. It's human nature to be afraid of death. Everyone is afraid of death. Those who are not afraid of death are iron men. However, we are all mortal bodies. A cannonball will definitely kill us…
The other Fubo Army soldiers gathered around him.
"But if you're afraid of death, won't the enemy kill you?”The man waved his hand." Will they pity your life?" No! On the contrary, they want to rush up and kill you. You, you, and them want to rush into Chiba and destroy your new home, kill your children, kidnap your wife, and make you lose your descendants. Resisting them is for your own survival, to protect your relatives and friends, and to have the face to meet your ancestors after you die!'
"But the enemy has tens of thousands of minions. It's not fun for us to kill four each!”
"A mere Liu Xiang and a mere Western Yi are not worth mentioning!”" They crossed the ocean," the Red Ink Soldier said." The navy is exhausted, but the two sides are clearly divided and hinder each other!”
"Pirates cherish their lives and dare not fight to the death. As long as we attack the Western Continent warships and kill them, even if the pirates who are unwilling to fight go ashore, they will also collapse. Think about why you are fighting. There is no need to be confused and timid. Pick up the muskets in your hands and listen to the orders of the officers. Don't let your imagination run wild. There is only one simple thought in your mind."
"Kill the enemy!"
The words of the Red Mohist family were like a ray of white light that dispelled the shadow in Zhang San's heart. He was like a small boat on the sea in the middle of the night. The wind blew and the rain beat, and the waves rolled and eroded. In the midst of confusion and despair, he saw the bright light at the top of the lighthouse. He was also like a drowning man in despair, grabbing onto a piece of driftwood on the surface of the sea and suddenly gaining hope of survival.
For some reason, a series of childhood memories suddenly appeared in his mind. The voices and smiles of his friends and family flashed past his eyes like a lantern.
Now, they were all gone.
They basically starved to death in their hometown, and his sister was his only remaining relative. His sister lived in Chisuo Town. If the enemy broke through the high officials and invaded Chikan, he knew very well what kind of suffering his sister would suffer among the pirates.
"Artillery, get ready!" The commander's roar resounded through the sky. The fortress artillery and artillery company were already ready. The gunpowder was loaded, the shells were loaded, the fuse was inserted, and the torches were in place.
The roar of the artillery echoed in his ears. The mercenary's words made Zhang San understand who his musket was shot for.
He shouldn't be that meek, cowardly, and incompetent piece of trash, shouldn't be a soldier bandit who just wanted to be a soldier and eat food to pass the time, shouldn't be a defeated soldier who was afraid of the enemy like a tiger and couldn't cry.
He roughly understood why he was fighting. He was fighting for himself, for his family, and for the future of Ao Song!
He was the third class private of the third squad of the third company of the Fubo Army, Zhang San!
Even though his legs were still trembling and his hands were still unstable, he still had to pull the trigger with all his might and shoot the bullets in the gun at the enemy!
"Let the battle begin!" Li Mu shouted loudly. Brothers, fire at the enemy!
"Boom! Boom! Boom!
The cannons on the turrets fired shells one after another. The thick white fog in front of the stage was quickly blown away by the sea breeze. The hot iron ball shells flew towards the Western fleet with a sharp sound that cut through the air.
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