Extraordinary Sailing

Pioneer the small town of Pavel.

This is the westernmost border of the royal colony of Carginia, and further west will truly go deep into the inland of the New World, and it is also a wild land where few pioneers have set foot.

Between the steeply ravined Appayaches and Blue Ridge Mountains lies the fertile Crane Valley, a hunting ground unique to the Atrians.

Not far from here is Brown Mountain, which is close to 2,000 meters above sea level, and it is also the veritable highest peak in this royal colony.

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

"Hahaha, great harvest, I hunted a good-looking leopard skin today. Let's go to the tavern for a treat."

"OK"

It was already evening at this time, hunters wearing deerskin jackets and holding muskets returned to this settlement located in the mountain forest one after another, and the smoke from cooking gradually wafted from the town.

In this area where "civilization" and "wildness" meet, most of those who are willing to live here have two choices.

As for the families of women and children, they will not stay in this dangerous area that has not been developed and transformed.

The leading industry in the Kaguinian colony is large plantations, which mainly grow rice-based food crops and tobacco, indigo, etc.-based cash crops.

As the earliest colony where Tomstown is located, Kagina has the largest population, the most plantations, and the most native slaves!

And the function of opening up small towns is not just for the so-called opening up wilderness.

By building the settlements of the Niemensters, they continued to occupy more fertile land of the indigenous Atrians.

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

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

In line with the strategic planning of all the people as soldiers, the governors successively issued gun orders to all settlers to deal with the endless emergence of natives and other dangers in the New World.

The "Gun Holding Order" stipulates that every family must own firearms, which can be flintlock guns, riding guns and shotguns with a length of no more than 1.37 meters and larger calibers.

The Militia Act promulgated at the same time required each militia to provide its own firearms, usually a flintlock and a set of ammunition belts or ammunition bags.

The current major colonies do not have the ability to manufacture firearms for the time being, nor can they issue standard firearms to all militias. But due to the need for gun repair, gunsmiths and part-time gunsmith blacksmiths have emerged in some colonies.

And Pavel Town is such a small and well-equipped armed town!

In addition to the young and strong "hunters" with a total of 200 people equipped with various weapons, an elite garrison of 30 people was also stationed, led by an official knight-level captain, Major Greg.

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

Cooperating with the equipment that possesses an absolute advantage, this team alone dared to fight against the indigenous fighters with more than three times the number of itself, and won the battle.

However, from their strength, it 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 glass of rare wine is enough to comfort them for a day of hard work.

In the only tavern in the town, the outstanding hunters who were still fully armed were already holding wine glasses.

"Cheers! For the perfect leopard skin!"

"Cheers! To a better tomorrow!"

"Cheers! To 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 Clan Valley, which is still firmly controlled by the Atrian natives, is obviously regarded as something in their pocket.

However, when they drink wine and think about the future.

boom boom boom boom

A thunderous sound of horseshoes came from afar.

On the outskirts of the town, the dedicated guards standing on the watchtower saw a large number of cavalry rushing out from the forest in the distance, and quickly 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, picked up the musket at his feet and rushed out.

For hunters who are extremely vigilant in dangerous areas, it is no exaggeration to sleep with rifles on their pillows every day, and muskets have long been an inseparable part of their bodies.

Even though they cut down all the trees within 200 meters of the camp in advance to prevent being attacked by the natives.

But when he heard the warning message, Fei rushed out.

Running in the front, the indigenous knight with feathers on his head and a mouth painted like a shark with oil paint on his face was already less than 50 meters away from the surrounding wall of the town!

Seeing them running out, the aboriginal knights had already launched an attack first, using the "trade rifles", the weapons of civilized people, instead of backward bows and arrows.

boom! boom! boom! boom!

There was smoke everywhere.

After decades of development, no matter who produced the trade rifles, they have formed relatively fixed characteristics.

The unified smoothbore flintlock gun is equipped with a light short barrel, while the projectile is lighter and the charge is slightly less, and the power is not emphasized.

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

Of course, simple matching also means inefficiency, and not many hunters are knocked down by lead bullets.

After a round of shooting, regardless of the hit rate, the natives rushed up through the smoke, waving their melee weapons.

"Yahoo--!"

Among them are the noose catapults used in the barbaric era, obsidian saw swords, and steel sabers that were sold to them by some country or force!

At the same time, the hunters who arrived behind the wall at the fastest speed, cursed the damned unscrupulous businessman inwardly, and then resolutely fired back with the help of the fortifications that had been built long ago.

boom! boom! boom!

As the gun flames flickered, aboriginal cavalrymen kept getting shot and fell off their horses. Even if they didn't die on the spot, they would be trampled to death by their follow-up 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.

For these pioneers from the "civilized world", the cheap trade rifles were not in their sights.

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

And the rifled guns, which have just started with incomplete technology and high cost, are far more in line with their pursuit of precision than smoothbore guns.

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

Among them, the Kentucky rifle is still the most popular.

The barrel is 1.17m long, the whole gun is 1.57m long, and the .44-48 caliber is the most common, which is smaller than the common .58-69 caliber of the smoothbore gun. The handguard and butt are slender, and the weight is only 3.63-4.54kg.

Although the Kentucky rifles handcrafted by different gunsmiths are different, they generally have longer barrels, smaller calibers, and lighter weights.

This is also the basic feature of the long-rifled rifles of the New World, and it is also the personalized development of firearms adapted to the wild environment of the New World. From the perspective of the development path of firearms, it is obvious that the New World has already walked ahead of the Old World.

Because of the higher muzzle velocity and accuracy brought by the small caliber and long barrel, the Kentucky rifle can reach 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 inferior trade rifles in the hands of the natives.

Therefore, when the hunters launched a counterattack under the organization of Major Gregg of the garrison, the absolute advantage of musket performance allowed them to severely suppress the momentum of the native cavalry's charge.

Especially the "Gunner" Ralph, one of the hunter leaders, with eight long muskets on his back and three short muskets on his waist. Every time he shoots, a native must fall down.

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

Not to mention the more than 400 indigenous people outside, even if they doubled, they would not be afraid at all.

"Hahaha, the damn natives should obediently dig mines and farm. I'm going to sell all those guys who survived the battle to the plantation."

"Yes, it happens that we haven't hunted slaves for a while, and the plantation owners have complained to me several times."

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

From 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 roared wildly, and all raised the obsidian sawswords in their hands that had been blessed by the shaman, and charged forward.

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

Dusty.

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

One, two, three, a total of eleven!

The totem engravings on their bodies were constantly twisting, and before they got close, a fierce breath from the wilderness had rushed towards them.

It seemed that what rushed over was not a group of people, but a group of bloodthirsty beasts. Especially those bloody eyes, it was as if he wanted to swallow his own people alive!

Not just literally "eat it alive".

Faced with this situation, many hunters who were still chatting and laughing just now were fighting with each other, and even the accuracy of their muskets dropped several notches.

"Great Shark Totem, this is the Araukan clan that has slaughtered three pioneering towns in the kingdom!"

Seeing the totems on their bodies clearly, Major Greg's teeth were already clenched, and he was clearly aware of it.

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

However, he touched the special potion in his pocket that the governor distributed for each pioneering town, and the major pulled out his sword resolutely, and shouted:

"The garrison, let's fight!"

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

In the blink of an eye, the eleven totem warriors had leaped over the cavalry and rushed into the town, and the tall Juma was smashed to pieces with just one blow.

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

The huge gap in the extraordinary level cannot be made up for by ordinary firearms and equipment or the will to fight.

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

Afterwards, carrying eight excellent rifled Kentucky rifles, he was a superb "gunner" who used muskets.

It was only after a blast like a gust of wind that killed two people, they were overwhelmed by more totem warriors.

As the most powerful Major Greg, after beheading a person with the determination to die, he was also slashed in the chest by the chief of the Araucan clan, Manguenke.

At the last moment, it was only time to pour the potion in his hand on the other party, and let out a miserable laugh:

"Clan Araucan, the Kingdom will avenge us!"

Then he fell to the ground without a sound.

"Bah! Intruders are not qualified to talk about 'revenge'!"

Spit in disdain, Manguenke, who was abnormally tall and had a great white shark totem tattooed on his body, had already pulled out a steel dagger and peeled off Greg's scalp and gouged out his heart.

Follow the will of God, as long as you capture the flesh and blood of more invaders for sacrifice, you can gain stronger power.

The colonists’ scalps were peeled off to sacrifice to the gods, while the warriors devoured the hearts of the colonists they killed themselves. As long as they killed enough, they could even become new totem warriors!

This is also the reason why the Araucan tribe has so many totem warriors despite its small scale.

at the same time.

On a tree in the outskirts of the forest, an Atrian indigenous wizard wearing a black feather cloak and holding a bird-headed witch staff watched Pavel, who had been slaughtered and blood flowed like a slaughterhouse. Zhen, with a strange giggle in his mouth:

"Kill it! Eat it! Under the guidance of Lady Crow, with all the spirits of nature as the vanguard, the flames of vengeance will completely burn the entire continent!"

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