The Resurrection of the South Seas of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 85 The Indigenous Fate Is Fate

But the atmosphere on the Spaniard's side was a little dignified.

Colonel Robin squinted his eyes, holding the palm of the binoculars, his veins had burst out at some point, his face was gloomy and scary.

He exhaled heavily, and ordered.

"Keep firing, don't stop!"

"All the artillery fire together, the heavy artillery attacks the bastion, and the light artillery suppresses the firepower of the enemy's fort!"

"Infantry ready to attack!"

"kill!"

"..."

boom!Boom!

Boom boom boom!
The cannons sounded like thunder, one after another.

In the Spanish artillery formation, there were a total of ten artillery pieces, large and small, firing continuously.

Especially those two heavy siege artillery, the momentum is simply terrifying!
Between the roar of the guns, the gunpowder smoke almost covered everything!
Shells with a diameter of more than ten centimeters smashed into the bastion of the Liberation Army one after another with terrifying kinetic energy.

But the bastion still stands in place, standing still!

On the contrary, the mountain wall near the bastion was affected, shells hit the mountain wall, and stones fell rustlingly.

The eight small cannons were also firing continuously. The shells were aimed at the fort on the bastion of the Liberation Army, and they fired continuously, trying to suppress the firepower projection of the Liberation Army.

Boom!Boom!
The sound of cannons rang out one after another, and when the shells fell on the fort, they would be bounced off by the dome of the fort, dissipating the kinetic energy.

Although the momentum of the shelling was astonishing, it could not cause much casualties to the Liberation Army.

Although the main body of the building made of stone and cement is not as hard as reinforced concrete, it cannot be moved by solid shells.

Amid the rumble of cannons, Robin ordered the infantry to attack.

Now Robin's men, including the losses in the two previous attacks and the reinforcements that Governor Barossa sent to him, control a total of [-] Pampanga natives.

Robin divided the [-] Pampanga natives into four thousand-man teams, and they took turns attacking the bastion of the Restoration Army.

Amidst the loud shouts of killing, a thousand-man Pampanga indigenous team formed a skirmisher formation and attacked the bastion.

In the first two attacks, the Pampanga people used a relatively dense formation, and were beaten in the face by the recovery army with shotguns and platoon guns in front of the bastion, causing a large number of casualties.

Now it's time to attack for the third time, and the Pampanga people have finally learned their lesson.

Instead of listing dense arrays and using the body to resist bullets and shells, they adopted skirmishing tactics to attack.

It is said to be tactics, but it is not rigorous.

The Pampanga people don't have such a good brain, they can figure out skirmish tactics that are beyond the times.

The biggest difference between their straggler tactics and the previous tactics is that in the past, people gathered together to charge forward, while stragglers scattered people and charged forward.

Other than that, there is no difference!

Quite simple and rude!
Facing the flood of Pampanga men, the forts on the bastion also opened fire.

boom!
boom! !

boom! ! !
Compared with the previous two attacks by the Spaniards, the firepower of the fort was much denser.

The three cannons fired alternately, all with shot.

But the Franc cannon didn't fire!
Because although the Franc cannon has a fast rate of fire, its power is really not enough. Even with solid shells, the range is only 200 meters.

If you shoot shotgun, the range will only be closer!

Dozens of meters reach the sky, and no further damage will be done.

This range is not as good as a musket!
In other words, if the Liberation Army wants to use the Franc cannon to shoot shotguns, unless the opponent is close to the face, it will be useless.

The artillery fired a dense barrage of lead bullets, causing huge damage to the Pampanga people who were charging.

Although the Pampanga people attacked in a skirmish line, the terrain in front of the bastion was too narrow.

Even though they spread out as much as possible, the crowd was still dense.

Although it is not as exaggerated as in the previous two attacks, one shot can kill a dozen or 20 people.

However, it is not a problem to kill or injure six or seven people with one shot!

The casualties of the Pampanga people are still frighteningly high!
During the attack, corpses once again filled the open space in front of the bastion.

Rumble!
The Spaniards' artillery formations were also firing with all their strength, but their firing seemed to be incompetent and furious.

A round of shells hit the bastion. Although it smashed a lot of parapets and crenels, and caused some casualties to the soldiers of the Liberation Army defending the city, they couldn't touch the main building of the bastion at all.

The natives of Pampanga finally rushed under the bastion despite the shelling, but at this moment, the Fran cannon inside the fort opened fire.

boom!boom!boom!boom……

In the blink of an eye, the Frang cannon fired four or five shots in succession.

It's still shot!
The dense barrage swept everything in front of it.

The Pampanga people fell down in unison, and the screams and wailing continued to sound.

After finally bearing the casualties, the Pampanga people who rushed under the bastion collapsed, dropped their weapons, turned around and fled.

Colonel Robin watched helplessly as the Pampanga people were defeated again, and ordered with a gloomy face.

"The 1000th team withdraws to repair, and the 2000th team continues to attack!"

Amidst the shouts of killing, another 1000 people rushed to the bastion of the Liberation Army.

After a long time, the 1000 men couldn't withstand the casualties and were defeated. Robin continued to order the 3000th team to attack.

Thousands of the four Pampanga tribes took turns attacking!
The gunfire from the Liberation Army never stopped, and the entire open space in front of the bastion smelled of blood, and there were densely packed corpses.

Robin's face was gloomy, and now all his hopes are on the Iglotts!

Since the bastion cannot be broken from the front, he can only hope that there will be chaos behind the recovery army!
The four Pampanga thousand-man teams took turns to attack two or three times, but still could not break through the city.

But under Robin's order, they had no choice but to continue to attack.

Robin ordered his Spanish musketeers to form a tight formation, raised their muskets, and aimed ahead.

However, the target was not the recovery army on the bastion, but the Pampanga natives who had fled and were unwilling to continue to attack.

Obviously, Robin was not willing to let the Spanish musketeers carry the bombardment of the Liberation Army to go under the bastion and shoot at the Liberation Army.

Because he knew that as long as a Spaniard went to the battlefield and entered the range of the artillery of the Liberation Army, he would definitely be "focused on" by the artillery of the Liberation Army.

Robin couldn't bear to let the Spanish musketeers die!

But someone has to attack the city!
In order not to let the Spaniards go forward to die, they had to ask the Pampanga people to be cannon fodder to die!

If anyone dares to disobey and retreat.

Without the slightest hesitation, Robin would order the musketeers to fire, and give this desperate native a serious look.

Since the natives of Pampanga don't want to be decent, Colonel Robin has no choice but to help them be decent!
"Colonel, we can't hold on any longer!"

"We need a fix!"

Lone Wolf said pleadingly.

"The blood of our tribal warriors is about to be shed under this fortress!"

Robin said with a cold face.

"Now, immediately, immediately, take your people and continue to attack!"

"I don't want to say it a second time!"

The lone wolf looked ugly and trembled with anger.

Indigenous lives matter!
These damned Spaniards simply don't take the lives of their natives seriously!
(End of this chapter)