The Resurrection of the South Seas of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 77 Artillery Battle
For the Spaniards, if the artillery array is set within the shotgun range of the Liberation Army, then there is nothing to play!

At any rate, there is a fort on the side of the Liberation Army, and their side is basically open-air.

As soon as the cannonballs started, a round or two at most, the Spanish gunners were all sent to Jesus.

The Spanish gunners methodically loaded the guns, calculated and adjusted the shooting parameters.

The musketeers lined up and advanced behind the natives.

It seems that they are not going to watch the show, they are going to play directly.

The Liberation Army was also ready when the Spaniards were just about to launch an offensive.

Cannons are loaded with shot, muskets are loaded, sergeants put on armor.

Even in order to avoid accidents, several boxes of Zhentianlei with added sugar gunpowder were transported from the camp to respond in times of crisis.

Shi Yongxin stood at the top of the city, looking at the red-haired army in the distance.

However, he couldn't help frowning. Compared with yesterday's attack, today's attack force is obviously much smaller.

Something is wrong!
"Send a message to the general that the number of the invading red-haired troops is different, especially the aborigines. Compared with yesterday, it has decreased by nearly half."

"Let the general handle it carefully to avoid being raided!"

"promise!"

The messenger promised, took the order, got off the bastion, and rushed towards the camp.

Here, Shi Yongxin ordered people to continue preparing for the battle.

boom!Boom!

As soon as Shi Yongxin's voice fell, the roar of cannons resounded on the battlefield.

However, it wasn't the cannons on the Liberation Army's side that were firing!
Instead, the Spanish artillery positions opened fire!

With the sound of violent shelling, gunpowder smoke rose.

Cannonballs the size of an adult's fist smashed towards the bastion of the Liberation Army.

The cannonball drew an arc in the air, and flew over with terrifying kinetic energy.

This time the Spaniards brought a total of eight cannons into the mountain, but none of them were heavy cannons for siege, and the heaviest one was only five or six hundred catties.

They are all light artillery used in field battles!

In the first round of firing calibration shooting, a total of four artillery pieces were firing.

Four shells flew towards the bastion of the Liberation Army, but none of them hit.

Either the gunpowder was loaded too much and flew over the head.

Either the dose was insufficient, and it fell to the ground halfway through the flight.

The shells rolled and twirled on the ground, almost accidentally hurting the natives rushing forward.

With the results of the first round of calibrated shelling showing results, the Spaniards embarked on a second round of shelling.

After a while, boom!Boom!boom!
Four consecutive cannon shots resounded!

Four more shells were fired towards the bastion.

This time the hit rate was much higher. One shell hit the bastion, but all the other shells missed.

A shell hit the wall of the bastion fiercely, but the scene that Robin wanted to see, the wall of the bastion collapsed by the shell, did not appear.

In Robin's view, the recovery army built such a bastion in such a short period of time, it must have been at the cost of sacrificing the quality of the bastion.

The bastion in front of him might just be a big mound of dirt!

However, what he didn't expect was that when the shell hit the wall of the bastion, it only made a shallow pothole the size of a bowl.

The scene in front of him almost shocked Robin's jaw!
If the scene in front of me is not fake, let alone the few light cannons they brought into the mountain now.

Even if those long-barreled siege artillery were transported into the mountain, they might not be able to hit the bastion in front of them.

The shells hit the bastion wall, causing almost no damage!

Robin couldn't believe the scene in front of him, and ordered.

"Adjust the shooting elements, and shoot with all your strength!"

"Provide fire suppression for the attacking troops!"

boom!Boom!boom!

Eight artillery pieces, large and small, fired fiercely.

Amidst the rumble of cannons, shells smashed towards the bastion one after another.

Most of them failed to hit the walls of the bastion. Even if they hit, the bastion made of cement and stones would not be so easy to impress.

The shells hit the wall of the bastion, but the wall remained motionless, only making potholes the size of a bowl.

As the natives gradually moved forward and entered the artillery range of the Liberation Army, the artillery of the Liberation Army opened fire.

The target of the shelling was not the Spanish artillery formation, but the native soldiers rushing to the front.

The Spanish shelling could hardly cause any damage to the bastion of the Liberation Army, almost like scratching an itch.

In addition, the artillery of the Restoration Army could not be hit with shotgun shells, and the accuracy of solid shells was limited, so the Spanish artillery was ignored.

Continue to choose the infantry that strikes the enemy first!
Amidst the sound of rumbling guns, shotguns flew across!

The aborigines were once again knocked down in large areas.

The screams and wailing sounded continuously.

The cannons are booming!

The aborigines once again began to suffer a large number of casualties!

If it weren't for the fact that the Spaniards were behind them in this attack, the natives would have collapsed when they heard the gunfire today, given that they were hit hard yesterday.

The natives fell to the ground in large swaths under the shelling.

The Spaniards marched forward in an array, with their muskets facing forward, and the array was fairly neat.

Seeing this, Shi Yongxin commanded.

"The artillery adjusts to shoot Zhu Yuan, and prepares to focus on the red-haired musketeers!"

Shi Yongxin knew that no matter how many aborigines were killed, it was not as valuable as killing a few red-haired soldiers.

Indigenous lives are worthless, but there are not many red-haired soldiers in Manila!

The bombardment of the Liberation Army stopped, and the gunner adjusted the muzzle and aimed at the Spaniards who were gradually approaching the bastion.

The musketeers of the Restoration Army were ready to fire their guns, and several boxes of thunderbolts were brought up. The hand-to-hand soldiers began to check the plate armor on their bodies and the steel sword and shield in their hands.

The artillery in the fort was used to attack the red-haired musketeers. Without the cooperation of the artillery, there would be a gap in firepower on the side of the Liberation Army musketeers.

In order to prevent the aborigines from ascending the city through the gap of firepower, hand-to-hand soldiers must be prepared for close combat.

The Spanish musketeers entered a range of 100 meters, and they had just picked up their muskets, ready to fire in the direction of the bastion.

The batteries of the bastion are firing!

The three cannons fired together!
boom!Boom!

Three consecutive cannon shots were fired, and the shotguns were densely splashed on the Spanish musketeers.

The Spanish musketeers were preparing to shoot in platoons to kill them. Coupled with the narrow terrain, it was the time when the queues were densest.

The three cannons fired in unison, and the cannonballs flew across.

In the blink of an eye, the Spaniard's musket array was like a wheat seedling meeting a sickle in a wheat field.

They fell to the ground row by row!
Piaget was holding a musket, and he was standing in the third row of the array, shaking with extreme panic all over his body.

Just now, the moment the cannon rang, he watched helplessly as the two people in front of him were smashed into a sieve by the shotgun.

If he wasn't in the third row, he might have been beaten into a sieve!

Before Piaget had time to rejoice, he felt a sharp pain in his leg.

Looking down, I saw that my leg was shot...

The shot shot swept over, and half of the calf was broken, revealing white bone stubble, blood spurting, yellow fat, and blue blood vessels were abnormally obvious.

Piaget's eyes darkened and he passed out.

(End of this chapter)