Pioneer Town Pavel.
This was the westernmost border of the royal colony of Carginia. If one went further west, they would enter the interior of the New World. It was also a barren land that few pioneers had set foot on.
Between the steep ravines of the Abayache Mountains and the Blue Ridge Mountains was the fertile Kelan Valley. It was the exclusive hunting ground of the Atrian people.
Not far from here was Brown Mountain, which was close to 2000 meters above sea level. It was also the highest peak in the royal colony.
"Hey! How's your harvest today, Sara? "
"Hahaha, it's a great harvest. I hunted a high-quality leopard skin today. Let's go to the tavern. It's my treat. "
"Okay …"
It was already evening, and the hunters wearing deerskin coats and holding guns were returning to the settlement in the forest. Smoke was rising in spirals from the small town.
In this area where "civilization" and "barren land" intersected, most of the people who were willing to live here were capable. As for the families of women and children, they would not stay in this dangerous area that had not been developed.
The main industry of the Carginia colony was large plantations. They mainly planted crops such as rice and cash crops such as tobacco and indigo.
As the earliest colony of Thomston, Carginia had the largest population, the largest number of plantations, and the largest number of native slaves!
The function of the pioneer town was not only to develop the barren land.
Through the construction of the Nimanst settlements, they continued to encroach on more fertile lands of the indigenous Atlian people.
Another important function was to capture more Atrian slaves for the colony. Of course, it was mainly made up of small hostile tribes.
Since the construction of the first colony in the New World.
Based on the strategic plan of making everyone a soldier, the governors issued a gun order to all the settlers to deal with the natives and other dangers in the New World.
The "gun order" required every family to have a firearm. It could be a flintlock, a lance, or a shotgun with a diameter of no more than 1.37 meters.
At the same time, the militia act required every militia to have their own firearm. It was usually a flintlock and a set of ammunition belts or packs.
Currently, the colonies did not have the ability to manufacture firearms and could not issue standard firearms to all the militias. However, due to the need for firearms maintenance, some colonies already had gunsmiths and blacksmiths who were part-time gunsmiths.
And Pavel Town was such a small and well-equipped military town!
Other than the two hundred young "hunters" who were equipped with all kinds of weapons, there was also an elite garrison of thirty men, led by Major Greg, an official Knight.
In addition, there was a Transcendent with a mysterious occupation who was nicknamed "Gunman" among the hunters, as well as a low-level Knight named "Old Barron" who had come to the New World in search of opportunities. There were three Grade Two Transcendent gathered in a pioneer town with a population of less than three hundred.
Coupled with their superior equipment, this team alone dared to fight head-on against three times their number of native warriors and even won.
However, from their strength, it could be seen that the living environment outside the New World was very harsh.
Every night when they returned to the settlement, a glass of rare wine was enough to comfort them after a day of hard work.
In the only tavern in the town, the elite hunters who were still fully armed had already gathered together with wine glasses in their hands.
"Cheers! For the perfect leopard skin! "
"Cheers! For a better tomorrow! "
"Cheers! For the Kelan Valley that will soon belong to us! "
"Hahaha …"
As long as they wanted to drink, they could always find countless reasons. Even the Kelan Valley that was still firmly controlled by the Atreans was obviously seen as something in their pocket.
However, when they were drinking wine and thinking about the future …
Rumble … Rumble … Rumble …
A thunderous sound of horse hooves came from afar.
The loyal guards who were standing on the watchtower outside the town 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 sounded, even the hunters who drank the most in the tavern reacted immediately and rushed out with their guns by their feet.
To the hunters who were extremely vigilant in dangerous areas, it was not an exaggeration to sleep with their guns every day. The guns had long become an inseparable part of their bodies.
Even if they had cut down all the trees within two hundred meters of the camp in advance to prevent the natives from ambushing them.
But when they heard the alarm, they rushed out.
Running at the front, the native Knight with feathers on his head and a shark-like bloody mouth painted on his face with oil paint was less than fifty meters away from the walls of the town!
Seeing them run out, the native Knight had already launched an attack. He no longer used the outdated bow and arrow but the weapon of the civilized people, the "Trade Rifle".
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Smoke rose everywhere.
After decades of development, the Trade Rifle produced by each family had formed a relatively fixed characteristic.
The standard smoothbore flintlock was equipped with a light short barrel. The bullets were lighter and the charge was slightly less, so it did not emphasize power.
The trigger guard was large and could be operated with gloves in cold areas. The components and manufacturing process were simplified and the cost was very low.
Of course, the simplicity also meant … Low efficiency. Not many hunters were knocked down by lead bullets.
After a round of shooting, regardless of the hit rate, the natives had already stepped out of the smoke and rushed forward with the melee weapons in their hands.
"Yahhh —!"
Among them were rope traps, slings, and obsidian saws used in the Barbaric Era. There were also steel sabers sold to them by some unknown country or force!
At the same time, the hunters who arrived behind the wall at the fastest speed cursed the d * mn black-hearted merchants. They relied on the fortifications that had been built long ago and decisively fired back.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
In the flashes of the guns, the native cavalries were constantly shot and fell off their horses. Even if they did not die on the spot, they would be trampled to death by their companions.
The weapons in the hands of the hunters were clearly far above the natives in terms of power and accuracy!
This was inevitable.
For these pioneers from the "civilized world", they did not care about the inferior Trade Rifle.
Because there were not many cases of large-scale use of firearms in the New World, the settlers and pioneers used firearms more for hunting and personal defense. Every shot was very important.
And the rifled guns that had just been started were far more in line with their pursuit of accuracy than the smoothbore guns.
Therefore, the New World settlers favored the rifled guns more than the kingdom. Slowly, a rifled gun modification chain and corresponding tactics and even culture were developed among the gunsmiths.
Among them, the Kentucky-style rifle was the most popular.
The barrel was 1.17m long, and the entire gun was 1.57m long. The .44-48 caliber was the most common, smaller than the .58-69 caliber that was common for smoothbore guns. The guard and stock were slender, and the weight was only 3.63-4.54kg.
Although the Kentucky rifles modified by different gunsmiths were different, they were generally longer, had a smaller caliber, and were lighter.
This was the basic characteristic of the long-rifled guns in the New World. It was also the personalized development of firearms that adapted to the New World's wilderness environment. From the development of firearms, it was obvious that the New World was ahead of the Old World.
Because of the small caliber and long barrel, the Kentucky rifle could reach a range of 274.3 meters in the hands of experienced shooters.
In comparison, the long smoothbore gun's range was less than 91.4m, and it was even more cumbersome, not to mention the inferior trade rifles in the hands of the natives.
Therefore, when the hunters launched a counterattack under the command of Major Gregg of the garrison, the absolute advantage of the firearms allowed them to suppress the charge of the native cavalry.
Especially the "gunman" Relph, one of the leaders of the hunters. He had eight long guns on his back and three short guns on his waist. Every time he fired, a native would fall.
And this was the reason why they dared to fight with the natives who had more than three times their number, not to mention they had the support of the fortifications.
Not to mention the mere 400 natives outside, even if there were twice as many, they were not afraid at all.
"Hahaha, those damned natives should just obediently go mine and farm. I want to sell those who didn't die after the battle to the plantation. "
"That's right, we haven't hunted slaves for a while. The plantation owners have complained to me a few times."
“.....”
However, just as the situation in the town was looking good, and the garrison and hunters had already stabilized themselves from the sudden attack.
In the forest 200 meters away, a group of strong natives with black tattoos on their bodies walked out.
Yahhh —!
They roared and raised their shining obsidian saw swords, which were blessed by the shamans, and charged forward.
These people did not ride horses because they ran faster than horses!
In the dust.
The relaxed expression on Major Gregg's face completely disappeared.
One, two, three … There were a total of 11 of them!
The totem engravings on their bodies kept twisting, and before they even got close, a ferocious aura from the wilderness had already hit them in the face.
It was as if it was not a group of people charging over, but a group of bloodthirsty beasts. Especially those bloodthirsty eyes, it was as if they wanted to eat them alive!
Many of the hunters who were chatting happily just now were now trembling in fear, and even the accuracy of their firearms dropped by a few notches.
"Great Sea Shark Totem, this is … the Araucan Clan that has slaughtered three pioneer towns in the kingdom!"
Seeing the totems on their bodies, Major Gregg's teeth were already creaking. He had clearly realized.
Even if he was an official Knight, unless he turned around and fled now, he would not be able to escape today.
However, he touched the special potion in his pocket that the governor gave to every pioneer town. The major pulled out his sword and shouted,
"Fight!"
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! …
In the blink of an eye, the 11 totem warriors had already crossed the cavalry and rushed into the town. The tall barricade was cut into pieces with a single sword strike.
A hand-to-hand battle, no, a massacre began!
The huge gap between the transcendent level was no longer something that could 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.
Then, he carried eight excellent rifled Kentucky rifles on his back. He was a "gunman" who had mastered the use of firearms.
After a round of bursts like a gust of wind, after killing two people, he was drowned by more totem warriors.
As the strongest, Major Gregg, after killing one person with the determination to die, he was also slashed in the chest by Manguenke, the chief of the Araucan Clan.
At the last moment, he only had time to sprinkle the potion in his hand on the opponent's body and laughed bitterly.
"Araucan Clan, the kingdom will avenge us!"
He fell to the ground and no longer made a sound.
"Bah! Invaders have no right to talk about 'revenge'! "
Manguenke, who was abnormally tall and had a great white shark totem on his body, spat disdainfully. He had already taken out a dagger, scalped Gregg, and gouged out his heart.
Following the will of God, as long as more flesh and blood were captured and sacrificed, they would be able to obtain stronger power.
Scalping the colonists and sacrificing them to God, and the warriors would devour the hearts of the colonists they killed with their own hands. As long as they killed enough people, they could even become a new totem warrior!
This was also the reason why the Araucan Clan had so many totem warriors despite its small size.
At the same time.
On a tree in the outer forest, an Atrian sorcerer wearing a black feather cloak and holding a bird-headed magic staff looked at the massacred Pavel Town and let out a strange laugh.
"Kill! Eat! Under the guidance of Lady Crow, with all the natural spirits as the vanguard, the flames of revenge will completely burn the entire continent! "
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