Wind Rises in North America 1625

Chapter 249 Storm (I)

After the landing force headed towards the pirates' lair, only more than a hundred soldiers were left in the Spanish temporary camp on the coast.

Among them, there are more than 40 soldiers with serious health problems.

The entire camp is less than a hundred meters from the coast, surrounded by a simple wooden fence. More than ten tents are scattered in the center, the bonfire flickers in the twilight, and the flags flutter in the sea breeze.

Outside the camp, deep in the dense forest, a group of Indian servants wearing leather armor, holding spears and swords were quietly approaching.

There was tension and excitement in their eyes, and the weapons in their hands glowed coldly in the moonlight.

The leader was a sturdy Indian warrior whose Chinese name was Zhang Daxiong. His face was painted with red stripes symbolizing war, and he held a flintlock rifle in his hand.

Next to him stood a young Marine officer wearing a navy blue Xinhua military uniform, a flintlock pistol on his waist, and a stern expression on his face.

"Remember, first kill their sentries, then encircle them from both sides. Move quickly and don't be afraid of casualties. Rush into the camp at lightning speed and don't give them any chance to breathe." Zheng Mancang whispered.

"Ok, I know."

Although Zhang Daxiong has been following Xinhua for six or seven years and can speak Chinese quite fluently, he still has trouble understanding some unfamiliar words.

What does "lightning speed" mean? What does "a chance to catch your breath" mean?
However, we can guess it from other words Zhang Mancang said.

It's about moving quickly. After killing the Spanish sentries, they quickly rushed into the camp, leaving them no time to prepare for any reaction.

Zhang Daxiong waved his hand, signaling the soldiers behind him to advance in a dispersed manner according to the pre-made plan.

They shuttled through the dense forest like a group of ghosts, their footsteps making a gentle rubbing sound on the thick branches and leaves.

At the edge of the camp, two Spanish sentries were leaning against a wooden fence, talking in low voices.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, a sentry stopped and looked vigilantly towards the dark forest.

Suddenly, a slight "whoosh" sound pierced the night sky, and an arrow accurately pierced the throat of a sentry. With a violent groan, he fell to the ground.

The other sentry was stunned for a moment, then realized something. He hurriedly raised the musket in his hand, opened his mouth and was about to shout loudly.

Zhang Daxiong rushed forward in one step and threw a dagger at him, hitting him right in the heart.

"Charge in!" Zheng Mancang, who was standing at the back of the team, shouted in a low voice.

Indian warriors emerged from the dense forest like a tide, rushing towards the Spanish camp with spears in hand.

The roar of the muskets instantly broke the silence of the night sky, and chaos broke out in the Spanish camp. The soldiers hurriedly picked up their weapons and tried to organize a defense.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" an officer shouted loudly, but his voice was quickly drowned out by the huge noise and shouting.

Under a burst of musket fire, the dark shadow rushing towards the camp immediately knocked down dozens of people.

But more shadows continued to charge forward without fear, their attack swift and orderly.

They divided into two teams and surrounded the enemy from the left and right sides. As the sound of bowstrings continued to ring, arrows flew over and pierced the chests of the Spanish soldiers.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!..."

Suddenly, a burst of gunfire was heard outside the camp. Under the organization of the officers, the Spanish soldiers who had just lined up in two rows and were ready to fire volleys looked at the flashes of fire in the night in disbelief, with their mouths wide open. They stood there for a moment and then fell to the ground.

The enemy also has guns!

A Spanish officer waved his rapier to try to boost morale, but soon a sharp arrow hit his right shoulder. He then dropped his rapier in pain and shouted for help.

Zhang Daxiong rushed to the front of the camp, fired his flintlock rifle, emptied the bullets, and threw it to the ground. He drew the long sword from his waist, leaped onto the wooden fence, and like a tiger descending from the mountain, he pounced on the group of Spanish soldiers gathered together. The sharp blade chopped the enemy's body, and blood splattered on his face, but he didn't care. He roared and continued to charge forward.

As one Indian warrior after another climbed over the fence and rushed into the camp, the Spanish resistance completely collapsed. It seemed as if the enemy figures were everywhere, like demons rushing out of hell, rushing towards them with ferocious expressions.

The brave ones continued to wave their weapons hysterically and face the enemy.

The cowards shamefully turned and fled outside the camp, trying to avoid the brutal battle under the cover of night.

Those who are lucky will cry and drop their weapons, kneel on the ground, and plead pitifully for the enemy to show mercy and not harm their lives.

The battle lasted less than twenty minutes before the Spanish resistance collapsed.

Flames shot up into the camp, and the wooden fences crackled as they burned.

The surviving Spanish soldiers dropped their weapons and knelt down to beg for mercy.

The crazy Indian warriors waved their spears and cheered loudly, and the sound echoed in the night sky.

"Boom! Boom!" On the distant sea, a Spanish warship fired cannons. Two huge projectiles flew over, brushed past the edge of the camp, and hit the soft soil.

"Retreat, retreat!" Zheng Mancang waved his arms and shouted loudly: "Don't stay any longer, retreat to the woods!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!..."

More artillery shells fired, and shells rained down on the blazing camp, knocking down several Indians who were cheering for victory. With powerful potential energy, they leaped and hit several campfires and tents, taking away several unlucky people.

Taking advantage of the pause in the artillery fire, the Indian warriors dragged dozens of captured Spanish soldiers and hurriedly retreated out of the camp.

Behind them, the flames grew brighter, sweeping away the remaining tents and supplies in the camp. Choking smoke filled the empty night sky, making the whole scene seem extremely noisy.

"What a pity!" Zheng Mancang glanced back and muttered, "These things shouldn't have been... burned!"
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Colonel Matret stood outside the tent, looking towards the sea with an extremely serious expression, his right hand subconsciously tightly gripping the hilt of the knife.

It was dark at night, we were five or six kilometers away, and there was also dense jungle blocking the view, so it was actually impossible to see anything happening on the beach.

But the constant rumbling of artillery fire still made him feel a little frightened.

Apparently, pirates attacked their seaside camp, so much so that the warships stationed at sea had to fire cannons to help the soldiers left behind in the camp resist the attack.

You know, firing artillery in the dark is not only inaccurate, but also very likely to hurt your own people.

But the warships stationed at sea still chose to fire, which meant that the camp on the seashore was facing an extremely dangerous situation and might even have been attacked by pirates.

About half an hour later, the sound of artillery stopped and silence returned to the earth. In the dark night, it seemed particularly empty and eerie.

"Strengthen the security of the camp to prevent pirate attacks!"

Colonel Matret took a deep breath, turned and walked into the tent, and pondered over the attack route map he had drawn.

Will we continue along the planned route tomorrow and head towards the pirate port?
Since the pirates attacked our camp by the sea, they have cut off our retreat in disguise. So, will the pirates set a huge trap ahead and wait for them to fall into it?

He knew that this battle might be more difficult than he expected.

The pirate attack is just the beginning, a bigger storm is brewing.

He must develop a new response strategy as soon as possible, otherwise the entire expeditionary force will be in danger.

(End of this chapter)