Including the artillery captured from the workshop and several camp guns carried by the Ming infantry, a total of more than 20 guns lined up in front of the castle, a large number of Ming troops lined up neatly, and the soldiers in the front row held shields and flying ladders, ready to storm at any time.

The Portuguese soldiers in charge of the guard also had their arquebuses flat and were ready to fire. Most of these Portuguese soldiers were sailors, pirates, outlaws from their own countries, but there were also a certain number of regular soldiers.

Under Bartolok's almost crazy training, the technical and tactical level of these people has become comparable to that of the local regular army, and the sense of mission such as military honor and spreading the gospel of the Lord has also formed an atmosphere in the troops. As far as Southeast Asia is concerned, it can definitely be regarded as a first-class strong army.

Now that there is no way out, they will fall into the hands of the barbarians, and they may have to be tortured before killing, so even if they face an enemy ten times their size, they can only choose to fight hard.

When Perez came to the battlement, the Ming artillery had already fired the fourth round, and the solid shells drew a parabola in the air, landed heavily on the stone wall, and then bounced away. A few shells hit the battlements, sending stone dust flying. The rubble that popped out in all directions collapsed on the face, and the beating person hurt. For this majestic castle, this kind of shelling is not a threat.

"Gentlemen, you can see that these heretics can do nothing against us, and although they have captured some of our cannons, they are not helping to attack the fortifications. The merciful God is with you, and with his great blessing you will not be harmed. They're just wasting ammunition. ”

The army commander on the side interrupted Perez's speech: "Priest, I think you are mistaken, they are not wasting ammunition, but training. ”

"Training?" Perez was a little baffled, and although he didn't like to be questioned about his authority, he had to admit that as a former smuggler, his specialty was socializing, sailing, or assassination, but commanding troops was clearly beyond his capabilities.

The army commander pointed down, a tall man wearing Euclidean armor, explaining something in front of the artillerymen, and the soldiers couldn't help nodding. Others measured with their hands, or pinched their fingers to calculate, and then adjusted the muzzle of the cannon.

"This is training artillery, we are just targets, panting targets." The officer explained rather dejectedly, "These damned barbarians deserve hell for coming up with such a training method!" Their artillery is already much more accurate than it was at the beginning, and if it continues like this, it won't be long before our position is safe. ”

Due to Bartorok's active defensive tactics, artillery was concentrated in the navy and coastal defense army, and no artillery was installed on the castle. The arquebus has a lower range than the artillery, and it has no effect when it is fired, and now in this situation, the Portuguese soldiers are in a state of unilateral beating, and they can only be bombarded and cannot return fire.

The attack on the fortress during this period was to prepare artillery for a long time, and then use soldiers to force it, or wait for the castle to run out of supplies, and then take the initiative to surrender or negotiate.

These Portuguese soldiers were not without relevant awareness, but the thought of being used as a straw man on the training ground still affected their morale. Moreover, the workshop fell into the hands of the Ming officials, as long as there was enough capital injection, they could get a steady stream of artillery, that is to say, the shelling they suffered would become more and more serious day by day, and the pessimistic mood spread in the city.

The defenders had an advantage over the attackers in terms of terrain and walls, but the attackers had completely grasped the initiative, and the Portuguese soldiers could not be sure when the officers and soldiers with the flying ladders would really rush over, and their spirits were always tense. Such a high level of tension is also a serious burden on physical strength, and soldiers can easily get tired.

Perez had no choice but to boost their morale: "Don't worry, even if they are training artillery, there is nothing to worry about." These cannons are too light to affect us, and even if they have a hundred cannons, they will not be able to blow up our walls. ”

"Priest, you forgot about the forts." One soldier couldn't resist reminding, "They can tear down those big guys and transport them here." I think you'll need to pray longer to make sure we don't get attacked by that thing. If I had been bombarded by that kind of cannon for a few months, I would rather rush out now and die a heroic death. ”

"The Lord will remember your bravery, young man, and rest assured, they won't be able to bring the cannon so easily."

Perez said, while subconsciously bowing his waist down, compared to these gadgets, those on the coastal fort are the real cannons. It was originally intended to form a crossfire with the fleet, plus to deter foreign trade ships from causing trouble, but if it was dismantled and used to attack this castle, it would be enough to see.

He originally thought that the Ming army would definitely attack the castle desperately with the momentum of the naval victory, and with the fortress, it could inflict a lot of casualties on the Ming army. Unexpectedly, the Ming army actually showed great patience and practiced soldiers' artillery skills without hurrying or being bored, which is not very good.

Under the city, Yang Chengzu looked at the replaced artillerymen, patted them on the shoulder, said a good practice, and walked to the next place. Although the new army also practiced artillery skills during its exercises, after all, due to the limited conditions, there were not many opportunities for such actual combat drills.

In addition, the Ming army was good at defending the city and was not good at attacking fortifications, so this kind of training became more and more precious. He didn't pay much attention to the Franc cannon, he had a craftsman, he could make himself, and if he had silver, he was not afraid of no cannons. He didn't feel sorry for these cannons, even if they were all broken, it didn't matter. The gunners in the new army can take turns to shoot, and then Reinstein will explain and figure out the debugging by himself, there is such a big city, and there is no chance to train.

On the coast, a large number of machine soldiers, Guangdong naval divisions, and wolf soldiers under Cen Meng, tired and sweaty, dismantled the coastal defense cannon there. A leader came to Cen Meng's side and muttered in a low voice: "Leader, the court is too bullying. I can't swallow the breath of having so many cannons, but sending our sons to death, and using our people as traps. ”

Cen Meng glanced at him coldly, "What do you mean by that?" Cen is an official of the imperial court, and it is his duty to be loyal to Long Live the enemy, killing the enemy on the battlefield, swords and guns have no eyes, and death and injury are inevitable, how can there be so many complaints. What is the intention of saying such things? ”

The leader was furious by him, and retreated, Cen Meng supervised his subordinates to dismantle the cannon with an expressionless face, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Between the mountains and forests, wolf soldiers wearing brand new clothes and trousers, in groups of seven, divided the grass and pulled the trees, and walked through the forest. The snake-beating stick in his hand struck the grass and made a rustling sound. From time to time, pirates hiding in the woods are discovered, attack these people, and then killed.

Some female soldiers in floral clothes, carrying long card swords, guarded Cen Lian, who was dressed in a strong suit and wearing combat boots. Their faces were very relaxed, and they regarded the marching pursuit as an outing, and made fun of Cen Lian.

"Miss, you have become Mrs. Lian, why do you have to go into battle in person, this kind of thing is left to us, what you should do now is to give birth to cubs for your brother."

"yes, why is Miss Lian still wearing boots? We're all used to playing barefoot, what are we doing wearing this? It's weird and good-looking, isn't your lover doing it for you? Is it touching your feet while measuring the size. I heard that the beauties of the Han people are all three-inch golden lotus, will our feet be too big? ”

Although Cen Lian has already experienced personnel and has even done threesomes, when asked about it, her face still flushed slightly, "I hate it, it's not...... Didn't my brother make it for me. He does great things, how can he make shoes for women. Although I have been his sideliner, I am also your sister, how can I not be with you. I'm his woman, and I can't let other men see my feet casually, this is the rule of the Han people. ”

Those maids talked about too many Han rules, and kept talking, while Cen Lian looked at the distant peaks and secretly made a decision in her heart, "You must behave better, so that Brother Chengzu can see that his sister Lian can not only give birth to cubs for him, but also share his worries for him." ”