Walter Raleigh swore to God that he had never experienced such a bad afternoon. The entire camp was surrounded, and the outside was full of Indians painted with colorful oil paints. They were numerous and powerful, and they had no choice but to take the more than a hundred people in the triangular siege seriously. However, in order to avoid bullets in the siege, they still used the surrounding jungle to make basic concealment.

However, despite their backwardness in their skills, large, medium and small slingshots can still be made. With such simple instruments, they easily threw some easy-to-burn things into the siege. These sticky things in coconut shells look like latex cut from the trunk of some kind of tree.

Although it sounds rough, the combustion effect is extremely good. Sparks are everywhere in the Triangle Siege! The angry Raleigh asked people to use earth to extinguish the fire, and asked people to fight back with a rifle, but judging from the density thrown in, this resistance has little effect.

Crying sounds began to come from the camp, and some timid young men had already started praying and crying, regretting why they came here.

Outside the siege, some Indians had already begun to try to attack the camp. Under the huge pressure of death, the people who had already begun to timidly began to fight back!

An Indian warrior threw a short spear with force. The short spear mixed with a sharp whistling sound, and it swung and flew towards a British sailor named Glenn like a meteor! Glenn reacted very quickly, and tried his best to go to the left, and the short spear brushed his right arm and brought up a bunch of blood!

Glenn was furious and did not care about the pain, so she raised her gun and pulled the trigger. The Indian who threw the short spear was immediately shot dead on the spot because of his body being exposed! But just a few seconds later, Glenn's body began to shake! The short spear was poisonous!

After a few seconds, Glenn finally fell to the wall with a "thump", and began to irresistibly spit out white foam from his mouth, trembling violently all over his body! At the same time, his eyes turned pale, his face turned purple, and soon he had difficulty breathing until he suffocated and stiff...

Such a scene was happening at any time in the Triangle Siege, and the Indians began to extricate themselves. The established British often had to fire a shot. They could not load enough and had to fight against the fierce Indians!

The number of people in the wall began to decrease sharply, and by this time there were less than 100 people! Rory held a sword in his right hand and stabbed into the chest of an Indian who was trying to raid him! Then he turned around and flashed the flying weapon that was thrown by the flying weapon. He raised his left hand and shot it, and immediately hit the pitcher with his back on the sky!

He exhaled a breath of heat, listening to the "Cham Cham" that the Indians outside kept calling, and felt extremely desperate! Damn, why did you go to explore Naro Anoke Island? It was so exciting to provoke this demon... But now what's the use of this?

Seeing the Indians rushing from the beach as if a tide of tide towards their triangular siege, Raleigh felt helpless. Too many! Too many! The environment here is so bad, how could it support so many strong combat power?

It's over, I think of me, Walter Raleigh, for the rest of my life, how could I die in this corner? I finally got involved in the most powerful person in Britain. Is it going to end like this before I even showed my ambitions?

Rory's left hand shook nervously. He lowered his head, looked at the pistol in his left hand, and left the last bullet for himself!

Raleigh thought so.

Just as he slowly raised his left hand, suddenly, there was a continuous roar from the beach! It was the sound of cannons firing! Rory suddenly felt extremely absurd in his heart. Wow, this was too bullying! These natives even had cannons! This sounded like a bomb that weighed more than twenty-eight pounds. His siege...at most it was a wall, and I'm afraid it would not last a round!

The shells fell, but did not hit the city wall as expected, but brought a bunch of blood on the beach on the coast! Rory's closed eyes slowly opened, and he was a little unresponsive. At this time, the second round of shells arrived again, and followed by the screams of the Indians!

This is reinforcements! Reinforcements!

Rory suddenly reacted and shouted: "Reinforcements are here! Reinforcements are here! Go up! Go up! Go up!"

The remaining sailors also felt hope again in despair. They tried their best to completely suppress the aura of those Indians who were terrified! These colorful guys began to become frightened, and even the "Cham Cham" that had been shouting in their mouths was not so confident! Gradually, they began to retreat sporadically, and eventually evolved into a large-scale escape!

But unfortunately, the coastline has been dominated by a large number of warships, and their small sampan has been smashed into pieces by the side of the big ship! The Indians who stayed behind the ship also fled to the ashore desperately, and under the sound of gunfire on the ship, they desperately fled to the inland jungle!

Rory was almost excited to shed tears! God! You are really my closest person! In the most dangerous moment of my life, you sent an envoy to save me from water and fire! I will believe in you devoutly! Amen!

In Raleigh's excitement and bloodshot vision, the Indians fled like big monkeys in clothes, half a mile away from the Triangle Siege, and the woods that had not been cleared yet! It was finally over! Roleigh's heart secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

......

I stood on the boat and saw that the Indians had begun to escape. I immediately ordered the musket team to stop the continued shooting, but instead ordered the artillery to continue to extend to the distance and block the direction of the Indians' escape!

"Sir, why don't you destroy them directly? But this is what..." Nine Ghosts Masayoshi asked in confusion.

I stared at the smoke rising in the distance and sighed softly: "Killing, it's better not to act too much!"

My will was well implemented, and a large number of * were drawn into an almost neat arc, and the center of the circle was the flagship where I was, and the radius was the current range of the shells.

The edge of the forest began to burn like a piece of pizza cut, and the Indians had to stay honestly in this piece of "pizza" to avoid the danger of being covered by shells.

The cannons roared, and I could almost imagine what kind of fear was in the hearts of the Indians in the jungle! And the endless roar also brought my thoughts to a very far, far away.

I vaguely heard my previous life. In order to train my courage and practical experience, when I was twelve years old, Uncle Suzuki took me and paid a lot of money to the country of the Russians. Specifically, we went to Che*chen.

I vaguely remember that we got off the cargo ship, took the train, and later changed to a car, which was a very old pickup truck. Uncle Suzuki and I were sitting in the car pit behind us, being carried by a bearded man named Sicivic. I don’t know how long it took.

That morning, I was awakened by a huge roar from the shaking car body! What was it? With the violent explosion, I almost felt my soul trembling! Not to mention the buzzing car and tent that was shaken!

"Here!" Uncle Suzuki smiled and waved at me. While Sicivic lifted the back curtain of the car bucket, he raised his hand and covered the scarf around his neck on his face. He said to me in a muffled voice: "Hurry up and learn my movements! Keep up!"

I was in a daze, not knowing what he meant. What was he doing? At this moment, a heavy shell landed fifty meters away from our car body! Large pieces of stone, rubble and shrapnel were pouring on us!

Uncle Suzuki shouted loudly: "Hurry up! If you don't want to die!"

I understood this sentence! I immediately stood up. After seven years of exercise, I was still a child, and I was very agile. I pulled my neck and covered my face. I got out of the car with Uncle Suzuki, and followed his figure toward a building on the street!

The old pickup truck that was leaking everywhere was like running for life and disappeared.

Watching it leave, I felt lost. When I was sitting in the car, I had secretly swore countless times in my heart that from now on, when I have the final say, I will never want to ride such a broken car again!

But when I left the cart and entered this urban area that was in chaos and war, I realized how safe and warm the crude benzene cart made of iron is!

We got into the nearest house, which was empty and all human-shaped objects could be classified as corpses. I almost vomited it out at that time, but Uncle Suzuki didn't seem to be planning to stop, but continued running in until he came to a broken wall where black smoke was still emitting!

He signaled me to stay in place, but he looked back and forth, which was safe. He just returned to me and sat down against the wall. I also sat down like this, but my heart was still beating violently with a "plop"!

The sound of shells around him came one after another. Uncle Suzuki lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and looked at me with a smile. I asked in surprise: "Uncle Suzuki, why did we stop here? It seems that this place is not so...safe!"

Uncle Suzuki sucked a cigarette hard, then threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stepped on it with his feet, and then looked at me and said to me with an almost sacred expression: "Young man, remember, the shells will not fall twice in the same crater! I brought you here just to tell you that sometimes the most dangerous place in this world is..."

At this moment, a shell exploded less than ten meters away from us! The broken wall behind us was suddenly lifted off again! My head was as if someone had been hammered hard with a big hammer, buzzing and nothing could be heard! It seemed like water was in my ears, and I could not receive the fluctuations of sound waves outside!

After a long time, I gradually calmed down. Uncle Suzuki patted the soil on his head and continued: "It's the most dangerous place!"

I:"......"

In the next few days, we spent this under the bombing of the Russian cannons and aviation. At the beginning, I would be shocked by the shells falling and could not control my emotions at all. Later, I could already make the shells falling and turn over to continue sleeping. At the same time, my ears were alert to listen to various sounds not far away!

During this period, in order not to be taken hostage by local guerrillas, we had to use the sound-silence weapon in our hands to fight back. This was the first time I killed someone with my own hands. Afterwards, I couldn't help but vomit.

However, the effect is very obvious. War is indeed the best teacher for the soldiers. When the Russian ground troops began to advance in full swing and gradually controlled this area called Dagestan, I had become a person who could predict the bounce point by listening to the sound, and at the same time, I dared to use the terrain to deal with those guerrillas who were muttering in their mouths.

Later, two of our "tourists" were "rescued" by the Russian ground troops. After verifying their identities, we were taken to Khabarovsk in a military vehicle, and then boarded the ship and returned to Nagasaki.

This situation seems to be just a change in identity. I am like the gunner at that time, and the Indians have changed to my role.
Chapter completed!