The general explosion range of a grenade is between 10-20 meters. If you throw it too close, you will not be able to blow up the enemy but will also hurt yourself. Therefore, during the servant assessment, the grenade throwing distance is 30 meters to pass, 40 meters to be excellent, and it can be thrown to 50 meters.
There will be a reward. Usually it is a pack of cigarettes or a 2-tael bottle of liquor.
Now, the distance between them and the English is about thirty meters, which is exactly the distance covered by grenades.
"Use defensive grenades, one for each person. After throwing them, rush over." Yang Fan shouted.
His voice immediately triggered another barrage of fire.
As soon as the volley of guns on the opposite side stopped, more than thirty people immediately stood up and threw grenades with all their strength.
Because they have bunkers and are in a commanding position, they use defensive grenades. These grenades have more charges and more shrapnel. They will only use them when they can protect their own safety.
More than thirty grenades fell into the woods in front of them in a parabola.
Boom boom boom! Explosions sounded one after another. These grenades were filled with fertilizer explosives and were very powerful. The musketeers on the opposite side were all standing, and they were immediately blown to pieces. The front was also filled with smoke, making it difficult to see clearly.
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"Come on, charge on." Yang Fan shouted, taking the lead and jumping up.
More than thirty people followed and rushed down while the smoke was thick. Another general bannerman arrived from behind. Seeing the master leading his men to rush down, they quickly followed and rushed down.
Yang Fan held a revolver in his left hand and a fish-head knife in his right hand. He rushed directly into the woods. Zhang Baocai followed closely behind.
More than 30 grenades exploded in the woods, leaving a mess. The ground was full of wailing wounded people. When two spearmen saw Yang Fan rushing over, they immediately raised their spears and stabbed him.
Yang Fan directly raised the revolver in his left hand, bang bang! Two shots knocked down these two idiots. At a distance of three to four meters, the 1.8 meter spear had no advantage, and the pistol was fast and accurate.
Behind the tree next to him, a thin sword stabbed him. Yang Fan felt keenly and dodged away. A man who looked like an officer rushed out from the side.
Yang Fan raised the fish-head knife with his right hand and cut the officer who couldn't hold back his forward charge into two pieces with one stroke.
The fish head knife is heavy and very suitable for people like Yang Fan who are accustomed to using heavy weapons.
On the ship, Yang Fan conveniently grabbed a weapon belonging to the sailor on the ship. At that time, he mainly considered that after landing on the island, he needed to cut branches and other things to clear the way. After all, this is an uninhabited island with dense vegetation.
Qian Dazhuang followed closely behind, and quickly rushed in front of Yang Fan with his men. Of course, the servant could not let the master personally take risks.
Just now, Yang Fan rushed too hard and they couldn't keep up. At this time, everyone rushed to the front.
Yang Fan threw away the fish-head knife, took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood on his body and face. He watched the servants rush down the mountain like tigers.
The English collapsed when they were bombed by grenades. They rushed down and hardly formed any effective resistance. They were driven down the mountain one-sidedly.
The servants jumped nimbly behind the trees, waiting for opportunities to shoot with revolvers. In the jungle, a 1.78-meter-long matchlock gun with a bayonet was very inconvenient. It was far less useful than a revolver.
After the first shot, there is almost no chance to reload, because the opponent is already in front of you, so you can only stand up the bayonet and fight hand-to-hand. However, at this distance, the pistol is much faster than the stabbing. The revolver solves the problem in one confrontation.
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Earl Marshfield's clothes were torn by branches, and his left leg was injured by shrapnel. With Theodore's help, he limped away.
The English retreated quickly. There were still more than 40 people left. They ran to the beach desperately.
The opponent's firepower was too fierce. Their matchlock guns had no time to reload, and after one shot, they became fire sticks. Many people threw away their heavy matchlock guns and ran away.
Finally, they ran to the beach. They quickly pushed a sampan into the sea, and other broken soldiers who came behind also pushed the boat into the sea. They rowed desperately and ran to the battleship.
"Damn it, row quickly, get on the boat, and teach these barbarians a lesson with heavy cannons." Count Masfeld cursed through gritted teeth. His legs were bleeding all the time.
When Qian Dazhuang and the others rushed out of the woods, they saw that the sampans were far away, and some of them had already reached the huge ships.
"Let them withdraw and stand there waiting for the bombardment. Pack up the prisoners and wounded, and let's go back to the north of the island." Yang Fan ordered.
As soon as Qian Dazhuang and the others ran into the woods, the four warships on the opposite side came over one after another, and then opened the gun windows. Dark iron cannons stretched out one after another.
Yang Fan took a look and said: "Hide behind the rocks first and wait until their shelling stops before leaving."
Soon, the four battleships in the bay opened fire. From a distance of more than a hundred meters, solid bullets, shotgun shells, grapeshot, and even chain bombs all roared over.
Yang Fan knew that they had no explosives, so he was not afraid of them.
As long as you hide behind the boulders, these solid shot balls can't do anything to them.
The power of the twenty-four-pounder cannon is still very powerful. When a lead ball is hit, a big tree is broken in half, branches, leaves and sawdust are flying around. The chain bullets are spinning and flying over, and a large bush is like being pushed by a bulldozer.
Same, cut into flat pieces.
The servants were all hiding behind the rocks. Some of the cannonballs hit the rocks. The rocks broke into pieces and flew everywhere. Everyone tried to shrink their bodies as much as possible to prevent being hit by the rocks.
At this time, the Earl of Marshfield returned to the ship, and the doctor had already removed the shrapnel from his calf and bandaged it.
He was sitting on a chair in the Admiral's Corridor, drinking from a goblet and admiring the bombardment.
"These damn pirates should know how powerful they are now. After the bombardment is over, send people to the island again."
Before he finished speaking, he saw a beautiful sailboat that was almost twice as long as his ship sailing past the entrance of the bay, blocking the exit of the bay sideways.
What kind of ship is this? Earl Masfeld is confused. He has never seen such a beautiful ship. It has low freeboard, flat deck, and only one gun store. It is all white and has three tall masts.
Carrying a horizontal sail.
But soon, he couldn't care less about being surprised.
Because the side gun windows of the big ship were opened, and heavy cannons were pushed out.
Although there are only eighteen, the protruding muzzles are very thick. The golden bronze cannons, with long barrels, shine with golden light.
He knew at a glance that this was a hundred pounds of copper, 11 pounds of tin, cast with the best ratio of gun metal. These people are really rich. He not only sighed.
At this moment, starting from the bow of the ship, one heavy gun after another opened fire.
A burst of thick smoke and flames erupted from the muzzle. A huge black lead ball roared towards us.
"I'm a cake shopper, this is a fifty-pound cannon." Marshfield felt numb all over, as if he had fallen from a high place in his sleep.
His ship is already the largest battleship in the class. It is equipped with twenty-four thirty-six-pound guns, thirty-six twenty-four-pound guns, and fourteen six-pound deck broadside guns.