open sea

Chapter 396 Chicken
Lin Manjue did not stand still.

The pursuit was launched in the evening, and two hundred Ming warriors in full gear were equipped with armaments. Those with long guns were equipped with waist knives and axes, and those with hand guns were armed with spears. Follow a search party to the south looking for their tracks.

At the same time, several tracking teams composed of ten soldiers also headed towards the other search teams. He wanted to wipe out these people in the south of the island, and use the means of attacking east and west to attract the army to the south of the island.

The southern part of Guam is not a good place. During the voyage around the island, the first place Lin Manjue wanted to land was the southern part of Guam, but from the sea, there were high mountains and cliffs everywhere, an inaccessible place.

It looks safe, but there is also not much room for maneuver. The experience of suppressing bandits and protecting the people at the junction of the three provinces has made Lin Manjue deeply familiar with chasing and attacking, and is also very clear about his situation.

But now, the situation is reversed.

He led his troops through the rainforest until night approached. He watched the enemy find a cave. Lieutenant Xiyi rushed out screaming at a faster speed after entering the cave. A ghost with a few feet in the arm flew out of the cave. , the American soldiers kowtowed and yelled, tossing for half an hour.

Finally, they used fire to drive away the ghosts in the cave, took their own dry food and melons and fruits into the cave, and left a few people around the campfire to watch.

Lin Manjue, who was crouching in the bushes, licked his lips hungrily when the enemy faced the ghost as if worshiping a god.

Just now, Mr. Lin, who found no other food on the island, saw the ghost flying out and was hungry.

He knew that it was a bat. Since the Qin and Han Dynasties, bats and blessings have agreed that bats often carved exquisite utensils, accompanied by cranes and longevity peaches, among famous calligraphy.Although the bat was huge, he was sure that no wise man had ever seen a bat with its wings spread out like a boy's arms.

But bigger is better.

Bigger and more meaty.

When his subordinates asked him when to attack, he smacked his lips and asked Lin Xiao, a talented scholar, something irrelevant. He said, "Crane cranes and longevity peaches, can I eat them?"

Those are all fairy things, and no one has eaten them.

Lin Xiao didn't have binoculars, and he was a little frightened by the flickering black shadows in the firelight under the night. He didn't know why his uncle asked such a question, not to mention that the hunting team had only found some bananas in the past few days, and everyone was hungry under the supply of food and grass. Hearing the crane made him think of roast goose, so he replied without thinking, "Yes, my nephew thinks it tastes very good!"

Lin Manjue nodded, and before he could answer, Lin Xiao asked in a panic, "Uncle, what is that ghost?"

"It seems to be a bat, a big bat with a lot of meat." Lin Manjue asked with a very serious look: "Can it be eaten?"

"Yes!" Lin Xiao nodded anxiously when he heard that there was a lot of meat, and felt aphasia. He carefully glanced at the cave in the distance, and then he moved closer and said to Lin Manjue: "Mr. Dongpo of the Song Dynasty was demoted to Qiongzhou. He once wrote a poem. , called Wenzi Youshou."

"I see pork belly once every five days, and yellow chicken porridge once every ten days. The natives eat potato and taro every day, and they recommend roasting bats with smoked rats. I used to hear that honey sucks and vomits, which is a little closer to the custom of toads."

"He said that bat meat is very similar to frog meat. Frog is that toad. Don't we have frog cannons on board?"

Frog Pao is also an alias for Tiger Crouching Pao, but it doesn't sound majestic enough, that's what they call it when they come from Xiangyong.

In fact, they have never eaten frogs. Lin Manjue couldn't understand what the scholar was talking about, but it sounded like it could be eaten. He muttered to himself: "Frogs should be the same as chickens. Bats are chickens. You can eat them." The chicken is edible—the short gunners touch it, and when they see people coming out on both sides of the cave, they shoot in salvo, and the spears stab; the long gunners line up with me, and follow my orders to attack in rounds near the cave!"

Lin Manjue's battalion didn't look like a group of Ming soldiers at this time. To conceal their figure, they removed all the flags and flags. There were more than 300 people in total, and they didn't need so many flags to order. They are all neighbors in the village, fighting side by side at least for two or three years, and everyone is familiar with each other, so it doesn't have much impact on the combat power.

This is like bringing Chen Mu back to the era when he brought five small flags to rely on shouting.

It was getting dark, and several Spanish uncles in the cave had already fallen asleep. Those who did not sleep lit kerosene lamps and wrote diaries, recording what they saw and heard in Guam, and writing the story of conquering the black devil in the unnamed cave today and seizing the lair.

The sound of the sword piercing the body was perfectly covered under the night. The American soldier who walked into the bush was suddenly stabbed into the chest by the sword at the thorn in the toilet, followed by four or five hands swarming up from the bush, covering their mouths, Drag drag drag, a person disappeared in an instant.

Lin Manjue spat, looked at the corpse lying at his feet, and cursed secretly: "Damn it, I want to pee on my head!"

The little leader wearing a tiger head at the entrance of the cave noticed something strange, grabbed the obsidian stick with his strong arms and pointed it at the bushes in the forest, his nose pierced with stone nose spikes wrinkled fiercely, and then saw a row of people wearing breastplates walking out of the bushes. The soldier held a long gun and fired under the order of the sentinel.

Boom!

The gunpowder smoke covered the bushes, and amidst the sound of the guns, several American soldiers roared, but the huge impact of the guns fired within thirty or forty steps almost knocked them over on the spot, and they fell to the ground before they could exert their due combat power.

Several figures protruded from the bushes on both sides, and Ming warriors holding spears rushed to the sides of the cave, holding a gun in one hand and a spear in the other, ambush outside the cave.

But they are obviously difficult to use. The Spaniards in the cave never thought that they would really be attacked in Guam. The aborigines on the island have long been conquered by them, although they were ordered to search for the possible Ming fleet on the island. Sailors, but no one could have guessed that someone would actually be on the island.

This is like asking Chen Mu to order the Guangzhou government to patrol around and find the Xiyi who landed in Daming. Is it possible?
With the army on the side, which inspector would think that the enemy would be stupid enough to show up in Guangzhou.

Obviously, Mr. Lin is so stupid.

The battalions on both sides of the ambush were useless, so Lin Manjue sent out his hundred-man musketeers in five rounds, approaching the cave twenty or thirty steps into the cave and firing salvos into the cave. The gunslinger didn't even think about whether he could hit the enemy.

This is Xiangyong's consistent tactic. During the battle with the bandits, Lin Manjue found that his gunners were not accurate, and their burst shooting skills were not superb. Usually, only half of the people in each team could fire the guns according to the order, so he simply Use more soldiers in exchange for more coherent and intensive firepower.

It's just that it used to be defensive, but now it's offensive.

In just a short moment, the coherent sound of gunfire exploded outside the cave, accompanied by large swaths of gunpowder smoke, and there were countless screams in the cave.

No one can survive under this kind of firepower. After four or five hundred guns were fired, Lin Manjue put down his raised hand. The sound of the guns stopped abruptly, and the smoke gradually dispersed. He put his raised hands together and lay in ambush outside the cave. The flag army put two small flag arrows inside, and then they entered the hole with spears and guns.

Lin Manjue waved his hand and said: "Send scouts to patrol around, find other tracking teams, and then send people back to make big shots with wooden fishing nets. I'll have chicken to eat!"

(End of this chapter)