The Resurrection of the South Seas of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 87 The Igrotes Enter

Lead bullets flew across, and the natives in the front row kept falling to the ground like harvesting wheat.

A native was so unlucky that he was shot three times in a row.

The first buckshot broke his forearm, and the second buckshot entered his chest, pierced his body, and shattered his internal organs.

In the third shot, lead bullets shot into his eye sockets, and blood mixed with brains gushed out from the shattered eye sockets.

Countless natives fell under the bastion!

However, compared with the casualties caused by the artillery of the Liberation Army when it was able to fire, these casualties suffered by the indigenous people now seem to be somewhat insignificant.

Rumble!
This is the sound of a thunderous explosion!

The natives set up the long ladder on the wall of the bastion, and a group of people crowded around the long ladder, trying to climb to the city through the long ladder.

At this moment, a soldier of the Restoration Army ignited a thunderbolt, tied it with a rope, and hung it down the long ladder.

With a bang, the Zhentianlei exploded in mid-air, and the fragments swept across.

There will be no living people within a range of ten meters around!
Just as the Liberation Army was fighting fiercely with the natives, the Spaniards finally entered.

Five hundred Spanish musketeers lined up neatly, and under the cover of artillery, drove into the river valley.

Li Guangyuan frowned when he saw the Spaniards entering the valley, but couldn't stop asking the gunner beside him.

"Can the artillery fire?"

The gunner looked troubled.

"It will take a while. If you fire the cannon now, you are really afraid of exploding!"

Li Guangyuan nodded and spoke.

"Then wait a little longer, adjust the shooting parameters of the cannon in advance, and when the cannon can fire, shoot directly at the red-haired musketeer!"

……

As the Spaniard entered the field, the Liberation Army also started to deal with it.

The musketeers ceased firing and began to form and load their muskets in readiness to deal with the Spanish musketeers.

boom!Boom!bang bang bang!

In the next moment, the musketeers on both sides began to shoot fiercely.

The gunshots rang out!
From time to time, in the formation of both sides, someone fell to the ground, screaming and wailing.

But in general, the Liberation Army has the upper hand.

The Liberation Army has city defenses to rely on, and everyone wears breastplates, which can provide a certain degree of protection.

In addition, the Liberation Army used flintlock guns, which were densely arrayed, and the firepower density that could be fired far exceeded that of arquebus guns.

In the musketeers' fire, the Liberation Army has been suppressing the Spaniards.

Gunshots rang out continuously. On average, three or four people fell on the Spaniard side, and only one person fell on the Liberation Army side.

Without the suppression of the muskets of the Restoration Army, the aborigines moved forward bravely, wanting to ascend the city.

The thunder kept exploding, and traditional defense equipment such as rolling logs and stones that the Liberation Army had stored in advance were also used.

Rolling logs and rocks down the long ladder can kill a bunch of aborigines, causing their heads to bleed and their brains to burst.

But in the end, some natives managed to climb up the bastion after all.

However, what greeted them was not victory, but the iron armor and steel swords of the Liberation Army.

Chachai was one of the best warriors among the natives. With a dog's leg knife in his mouth, he scrambled up the city wall.

A pair of eyes are full of ferocity and savagery, full of desire to kill!

He wants revenge, he wants to avenge the tribal warriors who died tragically under the bastion, and kill all the Chinese.

However, as soon as he boarded the bastion, he was targeted by several Liberation Army soldiers.

A Restoration Saber Shieldman gave a loud shout.

"kill!"

Swing the knife and kill Chachai!

Chachai raised the knife to block, there was a clang, and a huge force came, and he felt that he almost couldn't hold the knife in his hand steadily.

However, his reputation as one of the best warriors in this tribe is not in vain.

As soon as he rolled on the spot, he lost his strength.

Chachai didn't get up from the ground, and the knife in his hand swept across the calf of the soldier of the Liberation Army.

Chachai is not stupid, the soldiers of the Liberation Army who fought with him were wearing breastplates and holding shields, and they seemed to be unable to cut.

The idiot was just facing the front, wouldn't it be nice to sneak attack the next three roads?

However, Chachai's thoughts came to nothing. Before his knife hit the Liberation Army soldier's calf, his head was chopped off, his eyes twitched for a while, and then he lost consciousness.

Because the one who fought against him was not alone!

There were not a few natives who were lucky enough to avoid the thunder and rolling wood and rocks, and climbed to the top of the city.

And those who were waiting to chop off their heads were more than 100 armored hand-to-hand soldiers of the Liberation Army!
Regardless of the difference in weapons between the two sides, the comparison of the strength of the enemy and the enemy is almost one to one hundred. How can this make him turn the world upside down?
All the aborigines who entered the city were killed by the soldiers of the Restoration Army one by one, and their bodies were thrown under the city as rolling logs and rocks.

The Musketeers on both sides are still shooting at each other!

The Spanish casualties continued to expand, almost six or seven times the casualties of the Liberation Army.

With the passage of time, the Spaniards were originally a neat array, but now they have become a mess.

The original volley also turned into random shooting!

Of the five hundred Spanish musketeers, there were only about a hundred real soldiers, and the rest were militiamen temporarily recruited by the Governor's Mansion.

The standard is not necessarily comparable to the recruits of the Liberation Army!
Being able to shoot against the Liberation Army for so many rounds without collapsing is already giving Colonel Robin a lot of face.

……

On the other side, the Igrots finally made a move.

The Iglots led by Black Lizard took advantage of the fierce battle between the Restoration Army and the Spanish downstream bastion, led a surprise attack, and killed the Restoration Army's camp.

A mass of black natives rushed out of the dense forest, heading towards the camp of the Liberation Army!

Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang!Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang!

The next moment, the soldiers of the Liberation Army who were on duty on the city wall of the camp issued a warning.

The soldiers of the Restoration Army who were already on guard quickly went to the city to prepare for the battle, and were ready to meet the enemy.

"General, the Igrots suddenly raided our camp!"

When Zhu Hongyu received the report, his face became very ugly.

But he didn't panic, and arranged in an orderly manner.

"Prepare for defense, the whole army goes to the city to prepare for war!"

"Get the artillery ready!"

"Damn it, this old man remembers, if he wants a war, I will give him a war!"

Just as Zhu Hongyu was making the arrangements, there were rumbling cannons outside.

The artillery arranged by the Liberation Army on the wall of the camp opened fire!

In the dense crowd of Iglotts, a blood path made up of stumped limbs and broken arms was smashed by solid shells.

But, this is just the beginning!
Rumble!
Rumble!
The sound of shelling is endless!
All the artillery placed on the walls of the Liberation Army camp fired, and the firepower was stronger than the forts of the downstream bastion.

There are only three front-loading smoothbore guns in the downstream bastion, plus a Franc machine.

But there are a total of seven cannons in the fort on the camp side!
Among them, there are six front-mounted smoothbore guns and one Franc machine.

Amidst the continuous roar of artillery, solid shells rolled and twirled among the crowd of Igrots.

Wherever it went, the human body was torn apart, internal organs, blood, stumps and broken arms were everywhere, and each life was quickly drawn to a halt!
Like a wave, the Iglots charged towards the walls of the camp, unstoppable.

In the next moment, the unstoppable wave seemed to hit the unmoving rock that had stood in the ocean for thousands of years.

With a bang, the wave collapsed, coming and going quickly!
(End of this chapter)