Chapter 214: Surviving by Luck

Even the brave and fierce native soldiers were made of flesh and blood. When they saw batches of their fellow warriors being knocked to the ground and then died, they were also afraid.

Their anger could only make them forget the pain for a short time, but they could never lose it forever. After experiencing the pain of bullets rolling in their flesh and blood, they awakened the last bit of reason, dropped their long knives, tore the white cloth on their heads, cried and screamed and fled to Fort Zeelandia.

This was their last chance.

"Stop them!" Lieutenant Noble was unwilling to give them such a chance to survive.

Fifty black soldiers raised their matchlocks and aimed at the native soldiers who were fleeing from the opposite side but had lost everything.

"Fire!"

The sparse bullets of the Dutch soldiers did not curb the momentum of the natives' fleeing, but made them more afraid and angry. These people were comrades before and promised many benefits, but now they are so hostile.

As if a little woman was betrayed by her man, the natives who still held weapons in their hands began to launch their own revenge actions against these black soldiers.

Cut off their heads and commemorate the dead tribesmen.

Just as the black soldier's musketeer fired a shot and hurriedly retreated to reload his musket, the native soldiers waving long knives came in front of them. They waved desperately with hateful eyes.

The knife flashed and blood was dripping. Several black soldiers lay dead on the spot. The native soldiers who cut off their heads and raised them high!

Taking advantage of the internal conflict between the native soldiers and the black soldiers, Shi Shi laughed twice, and then shouted: "Where are the spearmen!"

"Yes!"

The dense layers of spears in front of the formation were raised, and a bright little sun shone on each spear!

"Forward! Charge!"

Time waits for no one, if we don't kill now, when will we kill!

The Keelung spearmen deployed on both wings of the entire army array all raised their spears and quickly moved to the forefront of the array, turning a blind eye to the native soldiers rolling and groaning in front of the array, stepping on their perhaps still warm bodies, and charging straight forward.

The spearmen at the front raised their spears and stabbed the native soldiers who were fleeing in a scattered manner and were already madly mixed with the black soldiers in front of them.

Suddenly, the sound of the smooth spear tip piercing the body came one after another, which made people shudder.

"Lieutenant! The enemy is charging, what should we do?"

A fat Dutch white corporal ran to Lieutenant Noble, with blood on his face, and asked for instructions with an anxious and extremely panicked look.

Lieutenant Noble finally came to his senses from the panic, grabbed the corporal in front of him and shouted: "You lead our elite soldiers to charge forward, and you must fight back the enemy. You must not let our morale and formation fall apart. Otherwise, we will not be able to retreat to the castle! They will chase us and rush into the castle!"

"Can we still retreat to Fort Zeelandia?!" The corporal hesitated, and his chubby face was full of fear of death.

"Go and organize a counterattack." Noble ignored his visit and kicked him away.

"You, Lieutenant!" After calming down for a moment, he pointed to the Lieutenant who had been at odds with him before.

"You go back to the castle immediately and order the artillery fire on the top of the city to support our counterattack at all costs!"

"Uh!" The lieutenant was startled at first, and then asked with concern. "What about you, Lieutenant?!"

"Hahaha, too late!"

Lieutenant Noble drew the long sword at his waist and answered his subordinates' questions with practical actions.

"Heroes of the Netherlands, follow me! Kill these Eastern natives!"

Under his leadership, officers and soldiers at all levels suddenly became more motivated. With one hundred Dutch whites as the basic force, they drove the black ghost soldiers who were frightened by the Keelung Army and panicked by the crazy actions of the natives forward, and launched the most brutal and fierce hand-to-hand combat with the Keelung Army's spearmen who rushed up!

But after the Keelung Army's short-range intensive musket volleys, the impact and blow brought to the Dutch army could not be compensated by the bravery of a small number of people alone?

If it really succeeded, Qin Hao's Keelung Army would no longer have to fight for supremacy in the world, and it would be better to go home and farm as soon as possible.

As the distance between the two sides shortened, the battle was extremely fierce. After one person fell, another naturally filled the gap. Whether it was the Keelung Army or the Dutch, they held their breath and wanted to defeat the other side.

Faced with such a blow, the Dutch, who were only wearing tweed and cotton uniforms, could not face the crazy attack of the Keelung Army with their spears and swords.

But even so, the Dutch were still trying to hold on.

They knew that once they could not hold on and were killed by the enemy into Fort Zeelandia, everything they had done in Taiwan and in the East would be settled, and the Han people who used to pay grain and taxes on St. Annesburg would immediately rush over and tear them to pieces!

They would be doomed, and there would be no medals after death, and even their bodies could not return to their hometown safely.

The two sides fought back and forth on the open ground full of corpses and wounded soldiers. Sometimes the Dutch took a few steps forward, and sometimes the Keelung Army took a few steps forward. Every time they changed positions, several dozen bodies were left bleeding and groaning on the ground.

The Dutch relied on a spirit of fearlessness and fought the well-trained Keelung Army in an indissoluble and stalemate.

Shi Shi, who was not far away, had a serious expression but no fear. He knew that with their superior military strength, the Dutch could not hold out for long.

Just when the Keelung Army tore a hole in the Dutch camp and was about to expand the victory, the cannons on the top of the Zeelandia City began to roar. Although the huge shells could not cause direct casualties on the battlefield, they had a huge impact on the morale and spirit of the people who were fighting desperately.

"Lieutenant, look!" The fat corporal shouted excitedly.

On the top of the city, a dozen Dutch soldiers and priests were struggling to push a 10-pound cannon, trying to use artillery fire to cover their retreat back to the city.

"Tick-tick, tick-tick!"

Before the cannons on the top of the city sounded, the Keelung Army's position sounded the horn of retreat.

As the Keelung Army retreated, Lieutenant Noble decisively seized the opportunity of the confrontation, gathered the soldiers and officers who were still able to move around, and quickly retreated to Fort Zeelandia. At the gate of the fort, facing the East India Company soldiers who came out to support them, many people felt as if they were in another world, as if this short morning was longer than the decades before them.

But they survived this morning after all. As for tomorrow or afternoon, that was a matter for the future. Now Noble just wanted to drink a cup of herbal tea and have a good sleep.