Cherchen and Pedro followed fedot to Bonneville to explore the situation. They climbed up a small soil slope full of dwarf shrubs and hid behind the shrubs to observe.


    At this time, Bonneville is like a boat in the rough waves, which is in danger of sinking all the time.


    "Damn it, there must be 500 people. No, maybe 700 people." Pedro exclaimed at the crowd centered on Bonneville.


    These mobs were dressed in all kinds of clothes, as fedot said, and their weapons were diverse and rudimentary. The walls of Bonneville manor are not high and are made of wood. Just put a layer of lime and mud on the outside of the wood. But even so, the mobs have no effective weapons to destroy it. Some mobs tried to burn the wall by throwing burning torches across the trench into the wall, but the lime and mud played a good isolation role, and the torches were automatically extinguished after they were thrown on it.


    "I don''t know how many people there are in the manor?" Chechen said to Pedro.


    Just like answering Chechen''s questions, several people stretched out from the top of the four walls, followed by several shots. The mob in front fell down a few, and the people behind were scared back a few steps. Some brave mobs fought back with only a few simple hand-made firearms, but the accuracy of hand-made firearms was not a bit poor. Those bullets hit the wall, and none of them hit the people inside.


    "Hey, chief. Look!"


    Just as Cherchen was watching the people in Bonneville manor fight back, fedot beside him pushed Cherchen and pointed the left direction for him to see.


    Chechen fixed his eyes and saw a group of four or five mobs rushing towards the manor with a thin and long trunk. They threw the trunk into the ditch. The ditch of the manor was not deep. Eleven or two trunk were thrown down, and most of the ditch was filled. The mob jumped down, stepped on the tree trunk, set up a ladder outside the wall, and ants attached to it.


    Although the guards in the manor also tried to push down the ladder, there were more and more ladders, and the guards didn''t have enough manpower to deal with them.


    At this point, if there is no support, the fall of Bonneville manor is only a matter of time.


    Fortunately, not far from Bonneville, there were a group of mercenaries who came all day long to eat, drink and rest.


    "Captain, our people are here."


    At this time, yelishei climbed the small soil slope to report to chechenhui. Chechen looked back. Behind the small slope, more than 100 mercenaries had stood in a good formation, waiting for Chechen''s order.


    Time was pressing. Chechen and fedot left Pedro to continue their observation. They hurriedly slid down the hillside and entered the queue.


    "Forward!" fedot, the captain of the Musketeers, ordered. At the same time, the trumpeter beside Chechen sounded three horns. Then the drummer began to beat the drums.


    "Three lines, forward!"


    Fedot walked forward first on the drum, followed by the Musketeers in three teams.


    The sound of bugles and drums from behind caused a panic among the mob. But when they saw that their opponents were only a hundred or so people, the advantage of the number of people restored their confidence. In particular, the excellent uniforms and weapons of the mercenary regiment aroused the greed of the mob. With red eyes, they rushed towards the mercenary regiment.


    "Raise your gun and get ready."


    Fedot stopped outside the effective range of the musket. Since the enemy has thrown himself into the net, he can use this short period of time to reorganize the formation again.


    The Musketeers in the first row squatted down, leaving room for their companions in the back row to shoot. Their fingers pressed on the trigger of the musket, waiting for captain fedot''s order.


    In the rear of the Musketeers, 20 long gunmen stood with their guns. They were ready to come forward and cover the Musketeers at any time. On both sides of the team, a few guards and cavalry, the core of the mercenary regiment, were also ready to attack under the leadership of yelishei.


    "Fire!"


    When the mob at the front entered the range of the musket, fedot gave the order to fire.


    Thirty muskets fired almost at the same time. A white smoke rose in front of the musketeers.


    Next, thirty muskets in the second row also fired.


    Two consecutive shots took more than ten mob lives and twice the number of wounded. But this loss is only a drop in the bucket for hundreds of mobs, and the remaining mobs still rushed up bravely. They instinctively reduced the width of the front to reduce the damage caused by the gun.


    After firing the bullets, the two rows of musketeers quickly loaded the bullets according to the code, while the third row of musketeers kept turning a blind eye.


    When the mob rushed only thirty steps away from the Musketeers, the Musketeers in the front two rows finally loaded the Musketeers again. The Musketeers in the second row consciously take the odd and even numbers as the standard, and the odd numbers go forward and the even numbers go back, forming two rows.


    "Fire!"


    At twenty paces from the mob, fedot gave the order to fire for the last time. Ninety muskets fired at the same time.


    This shooting method called "Gustav thunder" in the Swedish army showed its power in front of Cherchen for the first time. The mob was knocked down by a wall of bullets, and the surviving mob was completely blinded. The panic stricken mob did not dare to move forward in the face of the fire gun array after firing bullets, and some timid fled to the left and right.


    Taking advantage of this gap, the Musketeers quickly retreated, and the long Musketeers in the back row made up for it. Twenty gunmen, holding their rifles flat, approached the mob with slow and firm steps.


    Although there are only 20 long guns, it is an insurmountable forest of guns in the eyes of the demoralized mob. They retreated together, which suppressed the sight and way forward of the mob in the rear. Those who want to go back and those who want to go ahead are crowded with each other.


    Several of the foremost mobs watched as long guns pierced their bodies and took their lives.


    The three actions of spearmen shooting, stabbing the mob to the ground and spearmen shooting again continued, and the human wall layer after layer was continuously cut off.


    The surviving mobs finally realized that there was only a way out if they ran away on both sides. Hundreds of people scattered and scrambled to escape.


    By this time the battle is over, it''s time for the cavalry to finish. Yelisheyi glanced at Cherchen, then waved the leaf hammer in his hand and took the cavalry to hunt down the scattered mob. The Musketeers also pulled out their protective short and broad swords and killed the mob who fled to Bonneville manor.


    Although it sounds fantastic that more than 100 people chase and kill 600 or 700 people, K this is the cruel reality of war. No matter how many soldiers there are without team combat training, they can not be the opponent of a well-trained small force.


    When the war reaches this level, all that remains is to sweep away thousands of troops like a roll of seats. Cherchen and Pedro, surrounded by several mercenaries, came to the door of Bonneville manor.


    "Thank you for your help. Whose subordinates are you?" a young man on the wall leaned out his head and asked.


    "We are the people of Prince yanush raziweu," cried Pedro.


    The young man retracted his head and perhaps discussed it with the people around him. Then he stood up again and asked, "do you have a certificate?"