Chapter 114 Life is the most important thing (3rd update, please subscribe)

A man who can ride a horse well will never be afraid of death!

As the last Indian people to be conquered, the Mapuche were absolutely brave and although dozens of their riders were knocked down by artillery fire and musket bullets, they still charged on horseback.

Weird shouts came out of their mouths and their fanatical and fearless charge stunned everyone. Even though some cavalrymen were hit one after another when they were dozens of meters away, they still charged forward desperately.

Amid deafening shouts, several cavalrymen rushed over the roadblock.

The Mapuche people on horseback, like their ancestors, stabbed the Chileans with spears the moment they rushed through the collapsed barricades. The sharp spearheads easily pierced their bodies, and the horizontal blades of the spearheads cut their bodies in half like a knife.

The most primitive and bloody killing brought by cold weapons was fully demonstrated at this moment. In an instant, the streets were full of blood and flesh flying everywhere.

The sound of horseshoes hitting paving stones mixed with the puff of spears piercing flesh and the snap of bones. The strange shouts of the Mapuche mixed with the screams of the Chileans. Hundreds of Mapuche cavalrymen swarmed forward.

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

Behind the barricade there was another barricade, where thirty or forty Mapuche cavalrymen were knocked down in an instant. The close-range bombardment of shotgun shells was fatal to the Mapuche people. In the air filled with smoke, every man or horse was hit by at least two or three bullets. In the blood mist, the streets were littered with corpses.

Then there was another burst of intensive rifle fire, and the originally fierce offensive collapsed in an instant.

Even a man riding a horse cannot withstand the musket.

"They retreated, retreated..."

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

"You see, even if the Mapuche had cannons, they were nothing special, just..."

Before he could finish his words, he heard a strange, slightly dull sound coming from above his head.

What fell?

Without waiting for Bernardo to look up, or even for the thought to occur to him.

Violent explosions swept the streets. Amid the successive explosions, some people were knocked down by the blast waves. Shrapnel flew around and pierced their flesh and blood. The injured citizens in the smoke cried out loudly, and their heart-wrenching cries for help pierced through the smoke and shocked the people around them.

Where did the shell come from?

Everyone was at a loss.

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

Before Bernardo and his men could recover from the shock of the explosion, the Mapuche cavalry, whose offensive had been blocked, came charging over. As natural warriors, the Mapuche people might not be good at learning, but they could definitely grasp the opportunity and were very accurate in timing the battle.

Almost as soon as the smoke rose and the Chileans cried out in the smoke of the explosion, he took the lead and led the warriors of the tribe to charge towards the passage left for the cannons.

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

Through the choking smoke and dizzy from the impact of the explosion, Bernardo saw the Mapuche people.

They are coming to kill us!

The momentum of hundreds of horses running was like a raging sea. Before they even got close to the barricade, the people behind the barricade, who had not yet recovered from the shock of the bombardment, could even feel the vibrations caused by the horses' hooves hitting the ground, and the citizens immediately became panic-stricken and staggered.

"I can't stop you anymore, run away!"

The panicked citizens dropped their rifles and fled. For these citizens who had never received any training, a violent explosion was enough to destroy their will, not to mention the Mapuche people's ruthless spears.

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

Bernardo, with blood on his head, stood up and tried to stop those people, but the panicked citizens would not listen to his persuasion. As they fled, the Mapuche people rode their horses to kill them.

Faced with the fleeing people, the Mapuche were like tigers pouncing on a flock of sheep. They wantonly stabbed the fleeing people with their spears. After a successful strike, the streets were full of blood and flesh, and unruly howls echoed in the streets.

Bernardo looked at the scene in horror. Standing in the corner between the barricade and the wall, he seemed to have been forgotten. He stood there, watching how the sharp spear heads pierced people's bodies and how the horizontal blades easily cut their waists.

Amid screams, he saw the fleeing shoemaker Pierre fall down, his body broken in two, leaving only the upper half of him. He was still trying to crawl forward, and just as he was crying and dragging his intestines and viscera forward, the galloping horse's hooves stepped on his head.

With a "bang", like a ripe watermelon, the head under the horse's hoof shattered, and the splattered brain matter even hit Bernardo's face.

"ah……"

Bernardo shouted in horror. The confidence and pride on his face completely disappeared, leaving only boundless panic.

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

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

Burnells looked at Mr. Bernardo and asked nervously. Although he was very scared, he did not run away like the others.

But his shout did not bring any response from Bernardo.

Although Bernardo did not answer him, when he saw the flag fell to the ground and trampled by the horses, he still ran over. When the Mapuche people rode towards him, he had only one thought in his mind, which was to pick up the flag from the ground.

Although he did not know what the motherland was, he knew that it was the flag of Chile and was very important. At least Bernardo once said that the motherland was that flag.

Bernardo shouted in fear when he saw the boy rushing out.

"Burnells, don't..."

Just as Bunnells raised the national flag once again, the galloping horse knocked him down, and the flag that had just been raised fell down again...

"Burnells..."

Bernardo looked at Bunnells lying on the ground in despair, and almost subconsciously raised his hands when facing the Mapuche people who had noticed him.

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

Surrendering would at least allow him to survive, and he didn't want to die in vain.

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

With his hands raised high, Bernardo was afraid that they might not understand what he said, so he even emphasized it loudly in Mapuche.

It is not shameful to kneel down and beg for survival. At least for him, he feels that he has done what he can. Now that it is beyond redemption.

If I surrender now, I can at least save my life. As for honor...it is not as important as life!

(End of this chapter)