Chapter 113: Go Forward, Cossacks of South America (Second Update, Please Subscribe)
The Mapuche are coming!
Bernardo seemed a little excited when hearing the thunderous sound of horse hooves in the sky. Although he felt a little uneasy, he still pretended to be calm and spoke.
"Don't be afraid, gentlemen. The cavalry can't break through the barricades! We just need to stand here and fire. Besides, we have artillery."
The cannon was a leftover from the colonial era and was older than his grandfather.
While Bernardo was encouraging the people, Sebald, leading three thousand elite soldiers of the tribe, had arrived at the outskirts of Chillán, less than two kilometers away.
When he learned that Chillán was defended by Chilean troops, he did not charge in head-on as he had done in the past, but instead communicated with the artillery captain of Lanhua's unit in Spanish.
Although he was the captain of the artillery squad, Long Quanhai could only speak a few words of Spanish. After a period of incoherent communication, he said.
"We...cannon, cannon..."
Patting the 12-pound bronze field gun captured from the Chilean army, Long Quanhai pointed forward and gestured.
"Blast them away... Then, you guys charge in again, then we'll blast them again, and you guys attack again..."
"Yes, yes, Jiu is Jie Yang."
Chief Sebald nodded and spoke in stiff "flower language".
After gesturing for a long time and completing the communication, Sebald thought to himself that he must let the children in the tribe learn the "language of flowers" in the future, otherwise how can he communicate with the powerful orchid tribe? Besides, His Majesty the King also speaks the "language of flowers"!
But the language of flowers is so difficult to learn that it gives me a headache.
It’s okay. The third kid in our family is usually disobedient and it gives me a headache just to watch him. Let him learn the “language of flowers” and let him experience how uncomfortable his father feels.
Thinking of this, Sebald felt so proud!
Learning the "language of flowers" is beneficial. It can make those bad boys uncomfortable, which is a good thing.
Just as Sebald was imagining the headaches those wild boys had to endure when learning the "language of flowers", a messenger came over.
"Your Majesty has ordered that after conquering Qilian, each person will be rewarded with two cups of "Victory"..."
Before the messenger even finished conveying the order, the people around the chief began to shout excitedly in the awkward "flower language".
"Get drunk, get drunk, get drunk..."
Listening to their shouts, Long Quanhai was speechless. Whether they were shouting "Long live", "Long live", or "Get drunk", only God knows, but what is certain is that
What do the Mapuche people love most?
Of course it’s wine.
Eating, drinking and beating wives are the daily routines of every Mapuche man. However, like all Indians, the Mapuche do not know how to make wine, let alone strong liquor. Any Mapuche who has drunk the strong liquor brought by the white people once will never forget the wonderful taste of "strong drinks". In the process of trading, various alcoholic beverages, such as rum and brandy, are hard currencies for trading, which are very attractive to the Mapuche.
Even during this expedition, the first thing Zhu Xianhai did after capturing the "Eagle Fort" was to set up a wine-making workshop specializing in brewing corn wine, which was the most popular liquor in the Northeast in later generations.
The 68-proof strong liquor was brewed at the time of the "flooding of the three armies". To celebrate the great victory, Zhu Xianhai named it "Victory Brand" liquor. Once it was launched, it immediately conquered the Mapuche people.
The reward of two glasses of "Victory" liquor is enough to make any Mapuche person crazy!
Of course, as the common monarch of all Mapuche people, Zhu Xianhai would never favor one over another, and he also gave the same order to Dao.
"From now on, any unit that performs outstandingly in battle will receive two cups of corn wine!"
It will definitely make the Mapuche people fight the enemy without regard for their own lives, and even the most timid people will become fearless Cossacks...
The Cossacks in South America...that also requires alcohol stimulation!
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"Cannon, cannon! The Indians have cannon..."
On the barricades made of rubble, tables and chairs, there were shouts of fear, and the citizens looked nervously at the cannons in the distance.
"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous, we also have big..."
Before Bernardo could finish his words, accompanied by a roar from Long Quanhai, a ball of flame spurted out of the muzzle of the twelve-pound field gun amid fierce artillery fire, and the spherical shells whizzed towards the barricade. Although solid shells would not explode, a large amount of rubble was still blown away the moment they hit the barricade, injuring many citizens.
"Quick, counterattack..."
Just as the citizens were aiming their cannons at cannons kilometers away, the Indian cannons fired again. Four cannons aimed at the barricades and bombarded them like battering rams.
However, after only two rounds of artillery fire, the seemingly solid barricade collapsed. Almost at the moment the barricade collapsed, Chief Segad's eldest son Jose's eyes lit up and he immediately shouted loudly.
"For the sake of "victory", stupid..."
As soon as the words fell, He Xi drank the glass of "victory wine" he had just been given in one gulp.
The hot and spicy taste, from the mouth to the throat, this is the "first line of throat"!
The moment the victory wine entered his stomach, he felt a warm current rushing to his forehead, and He Xi shouted fanatically.
“Silly!”
Shouting the awkward "flower language", He Xi took the lead with hundreds of cavalrymen and rushed towards the barricade in a mighty manner.
The sound of horseshoes hitting paving stones was crisp. The rapid sound of horses' hooves and the shouting of the Mapuche cavalry echoed outside the city of Chillán, striking the hearts and souls of the defenders.
"Don't be afraid, hold on..."
Bernardo, holding a revolver, was sweating from nervousness on his forehead, but he still tried to calm the people around him.
But facing the mighty cavalry charging on them, even with the remaining barricades blocking their way, some of them were still afraid. Shrouded in fear, they even wanted to retreat involuntarily.
Just then, Bernardo shouted.
"fire!"
At a distance of 300 meters, the cannon in the middle of the barricade opened fire, and hundreds of shotgun shells whizzed out like raindrops, covering the entire street. In the smoke of the cannon, the rushing Mapuche cavalry fell down as if they had touched a tripwire.
The bloody red blood instantly covered the entire street. The wounded horses and the Mapuche people were struggling in a pool of blood. However, the Mapuche people at the back did not stop. They continued to move forward, not afraid of death or guns.
“I’m hurt…”
Once again, when the Mapuche cavalry charged in the smoke, they were awaited by another hail of bullets, and the whistling lead bullets knocked down dozens of cavalrymen again.
In just a few moments, the paving stones of the street were all blood red.
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(End of this chapter)
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