The Resurrection of the South Seas of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 74 Fire Blockade
The originally sparse formation of the natives gradually became denser.

As the natives got closer and closer to the bastion, the Liberation Army also made preparations to meet the enemy.

Zhu Hongyu was not in the two bastions, but in the camp, ready to command the army at any time and send reinforcements to the two bastions.

Those responsible for the defense of the bastion were Shi Yongxin and Liu Shantai.

The bastion that is now facing the enemy is the one that Shi Yongxin is in charge of.

Wearing a breastplate, Shi Yongxin stared intently at the black aborigines outside the bastion, with a cold face and murderous look in his eyes.

"Command, the fort is ready!"

"The enemy is close to 300 meters, shoot shotgun!"

"Order the musketeers to get ready, the enemy is close to 30 meters, three rows of bursts!"

"promise!"

The messengers around him took the order and sent the order.

In the turret, the gunner began to estimate the distance and adjust the shooting elements of the three artillery pieces.

Among the three cannons in the fort, apart from the two captured by the Spaniards, there is another one cast by the Liberation Army itself.

If it is fighting on flat ground, with the current training of the Liberation Army, it is indeed impossible to shoot three rows of bursts at 30 meters.

It is already very reluctant to shoot a salvo at 70 meters!

However, the Liberation Army is now occupying a geographical advantage, with bastion forts as the backing for defense.

Is it difficult to hit a 30-meter burst shot?

As long as the artillery support is ensured in a timely manner and the density of firepower projection is ensured, there will be absolutely no problem.

Just take advantage of this process to train soldiers!
When the Liberation Army got used to shooting three rows of bursts at the enemy's distance from 30 meters away, they might be able to play like this even if they were on flat ground in the future.

Some natives rushed into the range of 300 meters!

The artillery in the fort is ready to fire at any time!
"beat!"

When a large number of natives rushed into the range of 300 meters, Shi Yongxin gave an order.

Bang!Bang!Bang!
Three cannons fired one after another, and the cannons rumbled.

A lot of gunpowder smoke rose from the muzzle, densely packed cannonballs blasted out from the muzzle, and shot at the natives rushing over.

Shotguns are like rain, reaping lives wherever they pass.

The natives who rushed to the front were almost smashed into a sieve by the shotgun, and the sieved corpse fell to the ground amidst the blood mist.

The kinetic energy of the shotgun was not consumed, and passed through the body, smashing the several people behind the native into a sieve.

Where the shot passed, it was like a farmland swept by a hurricane, and the aborigines fell to the ground like wheat seedlings.

The salvo of the three artillery pieces of the Liberation Army Fort knocked down more than a dozen charging natives.

Most of the natives who were hit by the shotgun were killed!

But some people were lucky enough not to be hit critically and survived the shelling.

The seriously wounded were lying on the battlefield, wailing extremely shrillly.

Seeing this scene, Shi Yongxin was delighted with the results of the shelling, and ordered.

"Quick, reload the artillery!"

"Ready to shoot!"

Under the shelling, the indigenous charge was slowed down.

But they didn't stop. The casualties of just a dozen people did not make these fierce natives feel scared.

The reason why their charging speed slowed down was only because they were afraid of the sound of cannons.

At the urging of the native leaders, the natives continued to attack.

Shouts of killing and roars resounded throughout the valley!
The natives rushed to a distance of 140 meters before the second round of shelling was ready.

boom!Boom!

Three consecutive cannon shots sounded, and the Liberation Army still fired shotguns.

Due to the short distance, the hit rate of this round of shelling was frighteningly high.

The dense shells swept by, and the natives in the front row fell to the ground like cutting wheat.

In just the blink of an eye, three or forty people fell to the ground and died tragically, smashed into sieves by the shotgun.

A small open space in front of the bastion became a flesh and blood mill.

Remnants of limbs and broken arms were all over the ground, blood pooled into streams, and the smell of blood rose to the sky.

The momentum of the aborigines was contained, and fear spread like venom on the ferocious faces that were originally full of fanaticism.

They are indeed more wild, but no one can bear the charge of the shotgun!
People fell to the ground row by row, no matter how daring people are, they can't help but be terrified!
"Keep going, keep going!"

"The Chinese's artillery is finished, as long as we rush up before they are loaded, their artillery will be useless!"

Standing in the crowd, the lone wolf roared desperately, directing his clansmen to charge forward.

After two rounds of crowding, nearly 50 people fell under the guns of the Liberation Army, but my side failed to cause any damage to the opponent.

This is absolutely unacceptable to Lone Wolf, he cannot just watch the warriors in his tribe die in vain.

He wanted to rush up, kill all the Chinese, and cut off their heads as a badge of honor for his lone wolf to boast of his bravery.

Encouraged by the lone wolf, the aborigines who had stopped in place and dared not move forward charged again.

Amidst the shouts of killing, countless natives rushed forward.

Shi Yongxin ordered the fort to be loaded quickly, and ordered the musketeers to be ready to fire.

The aborigines rushed faster and faster, and many aboriginals took out climbing tools such as flying claws, and some aboriginals even came up with long ladders on their shoulders.

Since they were going to make a surprise attack, they were naturally prepared!
"The enemy is close to 30 meters!"

"There are musketeers, aim! Get ready!"

"put!"

After the natives rushed to a range of 30 meters, the musketeers on the bastion finally pulled the trigger.

The sixty musketeers were divided into three rows of twenty men each.

A volley is twenty flintlock guns firing together!
Due to the use of flintlock guns, the distance between people is very close, and the bullets fired are very dense.

After a volley of shots was over, gunpowder smoke filled the air, and due to the terrain, the densely populated aborigines fell down a large area again.

This round of volley almost never failed!
But before the natives could react, the second round of volleys began.

The first row of 20 people backed up and started loading, the second row moved forward, raised their guns, took aim, and pulled the trigger.

boom!Boom!

A neat volley of gunfire rang out, gunpowder smoke filled the air, and lead bullets flew across.

The aborigines were hit hard again, and a dozen people fell to the ground in the blink of an eye.

The second row goes backwards and loads, and the third row moves forward!

boom!Boom!

Another burst of neat and dense gunfire.

Under the bastion, screams and wailing rang out.

The terrain in front of the bastion is really too narrow, but with a width of 60 meters, after the aborigines rushed under the bastion, they were basically crowded.

No matter how poor the aim of the musket is, it is almost one shot!
After three rounds of platoon firing, the soldiers in the first row were only half loaded, and the firepower projection formed a fault.

However, before the natives had time to be happy, the artillery in the fort opened fire!

boom!
A cannon fired, and the cannonballs flew.

Shrapnel swept everything like a gust of wind!
In the blink of an eye, dozens of people were swept away by the shotgun and all died tragically.

The long ladder was also shattered by the shot, and sawdust was scattered everywhere!
The flying claw hooked to the wall, and a few natives jumped up slowly, but before they got up, a steel knife was chopped into his skull.

Brains and blood gushing everywhere!
After a few breaths, the second cannon fired.

The densely formed natives suffered a critical blow again, causing countless casualties.

The scene in front of the bastion was no different from a living hell.

(End of this chapter)