Wind Rises in North America 1625

Chapter 7 The First Battle
"Bang! Bang! Bang!..."

"Stop shooting! ...Everyone stop shooting!"

Another round of volleys was fired, and the rising smoke became thicker, blocking everyone's vision and making it impossible for people outside to see the specific situation in the wooden village.

Boatswain Harvey waved his arms and shouted loudly, ordering the sailors to stop shooting.

"Boss, shall we rush in?" a sailor turned around and asked, holding a musket.

"Yes, yes, let's rush in now. The natives inside must be frightened by our musket fire. Maybe they are all hiding in the wooden house crying for their mothers!"

"Oh, listen, the shooting from the south has stopped too. I bet the first mate has given the order to the guys over there to climb over the wooden fence and charge into the native camp."

"Yes, Boss, let's not wait any longer and rush in. Otherwise, if we're too late, all the good stuff in the camp will be snatched away by those guys!"

"Shut up!" Harvey glanced fiercely at the impatient sailors and pointed at a bearded sailor. "Gavier, go ahead and see what's going on. If the natives are frightened and hiding, call us immediately. If they're still on high alert, then... run back!"

"Yes, boss!" The sailor named Gavill responded and ran quickly towards the wooden village with his musket.

In a few breaths, he ran to a shallow trench, paused for a moment, and looked up at the wooden village.

It was quiet in the wooden village. A few figures could be vaguely seen hiding behind the wooden houses and looking outside.

These natives must have heard the gunfire stop here, so they bravely observed the movements outside.

Damn it, a few rounds of musket fire didn’t scare them!
After hesitating for less than three seconds, the sailor jumped into the trench, then quickly climbed out using his hands and feet, crouched down, held the musket in front of him, and slowly approached the wooden fence.

Just walk up to the fence and place the musket on it, and you can basically secure victory.

Anyone who dares to show up will be shot!

"clang!"

"boom!"

Suddenly, a crisp sound of metal striking was heard from the wooden stronghold, which startled the Spanish sailor. He subconsciously lit the fuse and fired a shot towards the place where the sound came from.

As soon as the gunshots fell, two natives suddenly jumped up from behind the wooden fence, each holding a wooden spear in their hands. They raised their hands horizontally upwards, leaned their bodies slightly backwards, and then exerted force from their waists and threw the wooden spears out fiercely.

"what!……"

A wooden spear flew past his ear, and another spear pierced his shoulder. His body fell backwards to the ground, letting out a shrill roar.

The sailors who were waiting in the back to rush into the wooden stronghold were stunned when they saw this. They stared blankly at their companion lying on the ground wailing and crying, and they did not dare to step forward to rescue him.

So, the previous few rounds of musket fire didn't suppress the natives at all!

So, what should we do next?
A dozen sailors turned to look at the boatswain Harvey, with a hint of caution in their eyes.

These natives don’t seem easy to deal with!
"Bang! Bang!..."

Just when they were at a loss, they suddenly heard four crisp sounds of frying beans coming from the south, followed by a burst of sharp screams and curses.

"...The first mate is dead!"

"...Rosk is dead!" "...Louisville was hit too"

"Oh my God, what hit them?..."

"It's a musket! ... The natives have a musket!"

When Harvey heard the call from the other side, his face changed and he subconsciously took a few steps back, looking up at the native camp in horror.

They have guns!?

"Let's go and meet up in the south." Harvey said, and ran towards the south of the wooden village first.

A dozen sailors looked at each other, their faces showing some seriousness, and followed behind.

As for the unlucky and injured guy in front, he can only hope for good luck and pray for God's help.
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"Isn't it too early to shoot?"

Chief Engineer Major Zhang Ruosong watched as the Spanish sailors outside the village retreated one after another, stayed at the edge of the woods, gathered in a group, and seemed to be arguing fiercely about something.

Just now, after the Spanish sailors fired several rounds of musket fire, they rushed towards the village wall with shouts, ready to climb over the fence and break into the village.

In particular, the three Spanish sailors leading the front were actually wearing half-body plate armor, masks and helmets, and standing behind the fence with their muskets in hand, ready to cover their companions as they climbed over the wooden railings.

In order to prevent the Spanish from rushing into the village and engaging in close combat with everyone, which would cause possible casualties, Zhang Ruosong immediately ordered two cadet soldiers armed with 95 assault rifles to kill the enemy leader and the most arrogant sailors.

Of the four bullets, except for one that missed the target, the other three hit the target accurately, which immediately startled the Spaniards and made them retreat in a swarm.

They looked as if they were frightened by the shots and huddled together there, not daring to launch another attack.

"Instructor, why don't we charge out and kill them all." Cadet soldier Zheng Yuexin was holding a 95 assault rifle, looking eager to try.

"What nonsense are you talking about? The political commissar said we should try to capture them alive to increase our labor force." Zhang Ruosong glared at him. "Besides, every bullet we fire is one less, and we have nowhere to replenish it. What if we encounter a more dangerous situation in the future? What will we do? Are we all going to fight to the death with sharpened sticks?"

"Oh..." Zheng Yuexin shrank his neck and dared not speak anymore.

"I don't know if Li Liang and his men have stolen the Spanish boat. Don't let them escape!"

"Whether or not we steal the Spanish boat is secondary. The most crucial thing is whether our ambush can capture the Spanish galleon," said Captain She Zhiliang, the electromechanical instructor. "If we can successfully capture that ship, all the Spanish will be trapped."

"We should be able to capture the Spanish galleon, right?" Zhang Ruosong said. "Two assault rifles, two pistols, and three harpoons, can't we deal with the Spanish on board?"

"The Spanish galleons are equipped with cannons, and they have quite a few people stationed there," She Zhiliang said worriedly. "If they discover our motorized lifeboats before they reach them, and use their cannons to bombard them, there's still a certain risk."

"With the artillery of this era and no sighting equipment, how unlucky are we to be hit by them!" Zhang Ruosong scoffed. "Besides, with the speed and maneuverability of the lifeboat, how could the Spanish possibly aim accurately? I'm more worried that when the Spanish see our lifeboat coming from afar, they'll just hoist the sails and set sail, preventing us from getting close and losing our chance to board and capture it."

"Oh, the Spanish wouldn't just abandon these fifty-odd sailors on shore." She Zhiliang thought for a moment and shook his head. "Besides, a large sailing ship of four or five hundred tons would need at least ninety to one hundred people. Without the fifty or so sailors on shore, I'm afraid it wouldn't be possible to operate."

"Well, that's perfect." Zhang Ruosong looked out of the village again and said thoughtfully, "Then we have to find a way to deal with these Spanish sailors outside. We can't let them retreat into the forest and start a guerrilla war with us!"

"Just them? ...And they're engaging in guerrilla warfare?" She Zhiliang said with a smile. "If they hide in the woods, they'll either freeze to death or be carried off by wolves or black bears within a night. I'm thinking they might unite their forces and launch a three-stage continuous barrage to suppress our counterattack, then storm our wooden stronghold in one fell swoop."

(End of this chapter)