Extraordinary Sailing

Open up the small town of Pavel.

This is the westernmost border of the royal colony of Carguinha, and further west will truly penetrate into the interior of the New World. It is also a wild land where few pioneers have set foot.

The steep ravines of the Abayachi Mountains and the Blue Ridge Mountains are located in the fertile Kraan Valley, a hunting ground exclusively owned by the Atrians.

Not far from here is Mount Brown, which is close to two kilometers above sea level, which is also the veritable highest peak in this royal colony.

"Hey! How is Sarah's harvest today?"

"Hahaha, a good harvest, today I hunted a good-looking leopard skin. Go, go to the pub and I will treat you."

"Okay..."

It was already evening, and the hunters wearing buckskins and holding muskets returned to this settlement in the mountains and forests, and the small town was gradually wafting from the smoke.

In this area where "civilization" and "wildness" meet, most people who are willing to live here also have two brushes.

As for the families of women and children, they will not stay in this dangerous zone that has not undergone development and transformation.

The leading industry in the colony of Caguinia is the large plantation, which mainly grows rice-based food crops and tobacco, indigo and other cash crops.

As the earliest colony where Thomastown was located, Carguinha had the most population, the most plantations, and the most...indigenous slaves!

And the function of opening up a small town is not only for the so-called pioneering wild.

Through the construction of settlements for the Neimansters, the more fertile land of the indigenous Atrians has been continuously invaded.

Another important function is to capture more Atrian slaves for the colony, of course, mainly based on hostile small tribes.

Start with the construction of the first colony in the New World.

In line with the strategic plan that all the people are soldiers, the governors successively issued gun orders to all settlers in response to the endless indigenous and other dangers in the New World.

The "gun-holding order" stipulates that every family must have firearms, which can be flintlocks, mounted lances, and shotguns with a larger caliber not exceeding 1.37 meters in length.

The militia bill promulgated at the same time requires every militiaman to prepare his own firearm, generally a flintlock and a set of ammunition belt or ammunition bag.

Currently, the major colonies have no gun manufacturing capacity, nor can they distribute standard guns to all militias. However, due to the need for gun maintenance, gunsmiths and blacksmiths who are part-time gunners have appeared in some colonies.

The town of Pavel is such a small, armed town with complete sparrows!

In addition to a total of two hundred young "hunters" equipped with various weapons, a 30-man elite garrison was stationed under the command of a formal knight-level captain, Major Greg.

In addition to a mysterious professional transcendence nicknamed "The Gunner" among the hunters, and a low-level knight "Old Barron" who came to the New World to look for opportunities, a pioneering town with a total population of less than 300 gathered three A second-order transcendent.

With absolutely superior equipment, this team dared to challenge the indigenous fighters more than three times the number of themselves and defeat them.

However, they can also be seen from the side that the external living environment of the New World is harsh.

And every night when they return to the settlement, a rare glass of wine is enough to comfort them all day long.

In the only tavern in the town, the outstanding hunters who are still fully armed have already gathered their wine glasses.

"Cheers! For the perfect leopard skin!"

"Cheers! For a better tomorrow!"

"Cheers! For the Crane Valley that will soon belong to us!"

"Hahaha..."

As long as you want to drink, you can always find countless reasons. Even the Crane Valley, which is still firmly controlled by the Atrians, is obviously regarded as something in their pocket.

However, when they drink good wine and imagine the future.

Boom...boom...boom...

A thunderous sound of horseshoes came from a distance.

The guards who stood on the watchtower outside the town and saw a large number of cavalry rushing out from the forest in the distance had already rang the bronze bell.

clang! clang! clang! ...

"Enemy attack!"

When the alarm bell rang, even the hunter who drank the most in the tavern reacted immediately, grabbed the musket at his feet and rushed out.

For hunters who are extremely vigilant in dangerous areas, it is no exaggeration to sleep with a rifle every day. The musket has long been an inseparable part of their body.

Even if they cut down all the trees within two hundred meters of the camp in advance to prevent a sneak attack by indigenous people.

But when I heard the warning sign flying out.

Running at the forefront, with feathers on his head, and an indigenous knight with a big mouth like a shark painted in oil on his face, he is already less than 50 meters away from the surrounding wall of the town!

Seeing them running out, the indigenous knights had already taken the lead in attacking, not using backward bows and arrows but the "trade rifle", a weapon of civilized people.

boom! boom! boom! boom! ...

The gunpowder is everywhere.

After decades of development, trade rifles produced by anyone have formed relatively fixed characteristics.

The unified smoothbore flintlock, equipped with a light short barrel, has slightly less projectiles than a lighter charge, and does not emphasize power.

The trigger guard is large and can be operated with gloves in cold areas. The parts and manufacturing process are simplified, and the cost is very low.

Of course, simple matching also means...low efficiency, not many hunters have been knocked down by lead bullets.

After a round of shooting, regardless of the hit rate, the indigenous people had already rushed through the gunpowder and waved the melee weapons in their hands.

"Yahoo--!"

Among them are the rope slings and obsidian saw swords used in the barbaric era, as well as the steel sabers sold to them by unknown countries and forces!

At the same time, the hunters who came to behind the wall at the fastest speed, after cursing the **** black-hearted businessman secretly, relying on the fortifications built a long time ago, they returned their guns.

boom! boom! boom! ....

In the flash of gun flames, indigenous cavalry were shot and fell from horses, even if they did not die on the spot, they would be trampled to death by subsequent companions.

The weapons in the hands of the hunters are obviously far superior to the natives in terms of power and precision!

This is also inevitable.

To these pioneers from the "civilized world," the inferior trade rifle is not to be seen.

Because there are not many cases of large-scale use of firearms in the New World, the settlers and pioneers used firearms for hunting and personal defense. The hit of each shot is very important.

And the rifled gun, which has just started to be incomplete and expensive, is far more in line with their pursuit of precision than the musket.

Therefore, the settlers of the New World favored rifled rifles more than the native kingdom, and gradually developed a rifled rifle modification chain and corresponding tactics and even culture among gunsmiths.

Among them, Kentucky rifles are the most popular.

The barrel length is 1.17m, and the full gun length is 1.57m. The .44-48 caliber is the most common, which is smaller than the common .58-69 caliber of a shotgun. The handguard and buttstock are slender, and the weight is only 3.63-4.54kg.

Although the Kentucky rifles handcrafted by different gunsmiths are different, they are generally longer, smaller in caliber, and lighter in weight.

This is also the basic feature of the New World long-barreled rifle, and it is the personalized development of firearms adapting to the wild environment of the New World. From the perspective of the development path of guns, it is clear that the New World has been ahead of the Old World.

Because of the high initial velocity and accuracy brought by the small-caliber and long barrel, the Kentucky rifle can have a range of 274.3 meters in the hands of experienced shooters.

In comparison, the long musket has a range of less than 91.4m, and is more bulky, not to mention the low-quality trade rifle in your hands.

Therefore, when the hunters launched a counterattack under the organization of the garrison Major Greg, their absolute musket performance advantage allowed them to severely suppress the momentum of the indigenous cavalry charge.

Especially the "gunman" Ralph, one of the chief hunters, was carrying eight long muskets behind his back and three short muskets at his waist. Every time he shot, one native fell down.

And this is where they dare to fight with more than three times the number of indigenous people, not to mention that they still have fortifications as backing.

Not to mention the more than four hundred indigenous people outside, even if it doubles again, they are not afraid.

"Hahaha, the **** indigenous people should obediently go digging and farming. I want to sell those guys who haven't died after the battle to the plantation."

"Yes, it just so happened that we haven't hunted slaves for a while, and the planters have complained to me several times."

"..."

However, just as the situation in the town was very good, the garrison and hunters had stabilized their positions in the sudden attack.

In the woods two hundred meters away, a group of robust natives with blue and black tattoos came out.

Yahoo--!

Seeing the situation on the battlefield, they screamed wildly, raised the obsidian saw sword blessed by the shaman in their hands, and charged forward.

These people don't ride horses, just because they run faster than galloping horses!

The dust is flying.

The relaxed expression on Major Greg's face has completely disappeared.

One, two, three... eleven in total!

The totem engravings on their bodies were constantly twisting, and before they approached a fierce aura from the wild has come to their faces.

It seemed that it was not a group of people rushing over, but a group of bloodthirsty beasts. Especially the blood-stained eyes, it is as if you are going to devour your life!

It's not just literally "swallowing alive".

Many hunters who were still talking and laughing just now faced this situation, and they fought two battles one by one, and even the accuracy of the gun was lowered by several grades.

"The sea shark totem, this is... the Araukan clan who has slaughtered the three pioneering towns in the kingdom!"

Seeing the totems on them, Major Greg's teeth were crunching, he had clearly realized.

Even if he is an official knight, unless he turns around and flees now, he will be doomed today.

However, he touched the special potion in his pocket that the governor had distributed for each pioneering town, and the major drew his saber resolutely and shouted:

"The garrison, meet!"

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! ...

In the blink of an eye, the totem warrior with a total of eleven had already crossed the cavalry and rushed into the town. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

Hand-to-hand combat, no, the slaughter begins!

The huge gap in transcendent level cannot be made up by ordinary firearms and equipment or fighting will.

The low-level knight "Old Barron" was the first to be besieged.

Subsequently, carrying eight excellent rifled Kentucky rifles, the "gunner" who used the muskets superbly.

It was just after a gust of wind erupted and killed two people, it was overwhelmed by more totem warriors.

As the strongest, Major Greg, after beheading a person with a decisive conviction, was also slashed into the chest by the chief of the Aroukan clan Man Gunk.

At the last moment, it was only time to pour the potion in his hand onto the opponent and laughed sadly:

"Araucan clan, the kingdom will avenge us!"

Then he fell to the ground and made no sound.

"Bah! Intruders are not qualified to talk about ‘revenge’!"

He spat in disdain, Man Gunk, who is tall and unusual with a great white shark totem on his body, has pulled out a steel dagger to peel off Greg's scalp and gouged out his heart.

Following the will of God, as long as the flesh and blood of more invaders are captured for sacrifice, stronger power can be obtained.

Strip the colonists' scalp and sacrifice to the gods, while the samurai will devour the hearts of the colonists killed by themselves. As long as they kill enough people, they can even become a new totem samurai!

This is also the reason why the Araucan tribe is small in scale, but has so many totem warriors.

at the same time.

On a tree in the outer forest, an indigenous Atrian wizard wearing a black feather cloak and holding a bird-head witch stick looked at the slaughtered town of Pavel with a quack grin:

"Kill! Eat! Under the guidance of Ms. Crow, with all the natural spirits as the vanguard, the flames of revenge will completely burn the entire continent!"