If the Chinese miners succeed in reprimanding, they will not be able to resist it!

The expression on his face changed a lot and ordered.

"Quick, fast, fast!"

"Call everyone, shout!"

"We must kill all those pigs before they break through the warehouse. There are still many muskets and swords in the warehouse. If they get the muskets and swords, things will be troublesome!"

However, the supervisors in the living area had no time to do anything, and a raging fire suddenly ignited a wooden house.

A morning breeze blew and the fire spread rapidly.

The fire burned and ignited a whole row of wooden houses.

The thick smoke rose into the sky with the flames, and the darker sky was illuminated by the fire.

Michael covered his head with one hand and said in great pain.

"O my God!"

"What the hell is going on?"

Michael stared at the eyes of the warehouse and fled in a panic, rushing to report the news supervisor.

He asked.

"Didn't you say that the Chinese pigs attacked the warehouse?"

"Who is setting the fire now!"

Amid the raging fire, there were faint shouts of killing.

The three supervisors who came to report the news showed fear and shook their heads desperately.

"Dear Mr. Michael, we don't know, we really don't know!"

Michael kicked a supervisor to the ground and roared.

"You mixed-race are all waste, and you deserve to die!"

Michael waved his hand and ordered.

"Gather people to prepare to quell the chaos!"

"Cleaning out the thieves who set fire first!"

At the command of Michael, the supervisors lined up a formation of infantry soldiers, holding muskets and heading towards the fire source.

Shi Yongxin has a calm personality and has no intention of being in a match with Michael at all.

He led his men to set fire and retreated towards the warehouse area as planned.

Shi Yongxin led his men away, and Michael ordered to chase him.

After discovering that the person was escaping to the warehouse area, he ordered a urge.

"Quick! Quick! Quick!"

"You guys move quickly, let's grab the warehouse and kill all the damn Chinese pigs."

...

Shi Yongxin led his men to the direction of the warehouse, and just met Zhu Hongyu and others who had walked out of the warehouse.

Zhu Hongyu threw a steel knife in his hand to Shi Yongxin and spoke.

"How is the situation?"

Shi Yongxin gasped and replied in a muffled voice.

"We set a fire in the living area, lit a lot of houses, and caused some riots."

"But someone went to report the information in the warehouse area. The supervisor was not disturbed by the movements we made. Now he is coming here!"

Zhu Hongyu nodded and said.

"It's good if people are fine!"

"Let the brothers all get weapons and kill the red hair together!"

"Those who can fire a musket can hold a musket, and those who can't fire a musket can hold a sword."

Shi Yongxin nodded vigorously, and he and the people who went to set fire also received their weapons and brought them into the abortion.

The Musket Team added four more people. Two of Shi Yongxin's group of people who could fire muskets, and one of them was given an auxiliary soldier.

In other words, their musketeers now have ten people, with an average of four muskets per person, and they can shoot four rounds of volleys.

...

Zhu Hongyu did not bring people to set up defenses on the spot, but took the initiative to face the supervisors coming towards the warehouse area.

It’s not that he wants to fight with the supervisor, but because it doesn’t work if he is in control.

Because the supervisor would not give him time to build fortifications, and if he was guarding the warehouse, the warehouse was made of wooden structure and there was still gunpowder stored inside.

If they were to guard the warehouse, the supervisor would be able to destroy them with a fire!

After thinking about it, if you want to break the deadlock, you can only choose to fight!

Although the miners are a mob, the supervisors are not much better.

They are not special soldiers, they are just mixed-race descendants of a group of colonists, and they are not considered elites.

With the absolute advantage of miners, it is highly likely that they can win!

Thirty supervisors and 130 miners were constantly approaching.

Zhu Hongyu walked in front, constantly shouting slogans to boost morale.

"Kill the red hair and restore the Ming Dynasty!"

"Together with life and death, to live and share wealth and honor!"

Hundreds and thirty people shouted in unison.

"Kill the Red Hair to restore the Ming Dynasty; share life and death, share wealth and honor!"

"Kill the Red Hair to restore the Ming Dynasty; share life and death, share wealth and honor!"

"Kill the Red Hair to restore the Ming Dynasty; share life and death, share wealth and honor!"

“…”

The shouts resounded through the sky, and the entire mine could hear them clearly.

The supervisors who were lined up to listen to the shouts coming from afar, their faces changed one by one.

Even other miners who had no rebellion in the shackles in the distance were attracted by the movements here.

Listening to the tidy shouts of the rebels, they looked at each other.

Some people were looking for weapons and wanted to resist together, but some people chose to be a turtle, and they shrank into the shack, intending to be invisible.

...

The supervisors who were in line and the miners' rebel army marched towards each other.

The distance between the two sides is getting closer, three hundred meters, two hundred meters, one hundred fifty meters...

"Mustrator is ready!"

Zhu Hongyu ordered the musketeers in the rebel army, and the ten musketeers flattened the musketeers and moved forward.

The actions of the supervisor were similar, and the thirty supervisors were divided into three rows in front and back.

Ten people are in a row, with the front row squatting, the middle row stands, and the last row is pressed against the back of the front row with a musket to prevent the front row from collapsing, resulting in defeat.

The black muzzle pointed straight ahead!

"Open fire!"

"Open fire!"

After both sides approached 100 meters, the supervisor and the rebels pulled the trigger almost at the same time and began to fire the muskets.

Bang! Bang bang!

The sound of musket shooting sounded.

Lead bombs flew everywhere on the battlefield, and people on both sides began to fall to the ground.

In the first round of shooting, two of the musket team of the rebels were hit by muskets.

One of the supervisors on the opposite side fell under the gun!

Both sides were shot but not killed. The accuracy of the smoothbore guns of this era is just like this. They are 100 meters apart. Even if they are volleys, it is not that easy to cause casualties to the other party.

The battlefield was covered by smoke, but screams rang one after another.

The screams of our wounded soldiers on the battlefield greatly affected morale!

Under the influence of fear, the muskets of the rebel army had fired from volleys and shot randomly.
To be continued...