Countless soldiers woke up from their sleep, and by the time they rushed out of their beds with their guns, the Spaniards had already reached the outside of the tents.

"Prepare to ......," the voice of the soldier in charge of the herald was long, and all the soldiers stood in a row.

Then they raised their muskets and headed them at the British soldiers who were running in a panic.

"Fire!"

Colonel Fidel yelled and gave the order.

"Fire ......"

The order spread far and wide in the silence of the morning.

Bang bang......

The attack was a bit too sudden, and it was completely beyond Burton's expectations, and in his mind, the Spaniards were just trying to find their way with them, but at the moment they found nothing, and the Spaniards did it, and there was no reason at all.

The Spaniards attacked along the river from the north, and although their camp was on high ground and geographically easy to defend and difficult to attack, in this particular environment, it was tantamount to closing the door and beating the dogs.

With cliffs in their backs, their only retreat was a waterfall, the kind of road that was rough and unsheltered by the jungle, tantamount to a living target.

"Drop the bomb!"

The Spanish soldiers took the bomb out of the box in an orderly manner, lit the fuse, and threw it in the direction of the camp.

In the splatters of monoliths and dust, the order is a little more chaotic.

"Everyone stay calm and find cover on their own to fight back!"

Burton hid behind a tree and was beaten so hard that he couldn't lift his head, and while everyone was sleeping in a daze, the soldiers couldn't find their own commanders, and many of them didn't even put on their clothes, so they hurried to find cover.

It is a very stupid act to find cover and return fire on your own, because the muskets of this era are slow to load, the accuracy is not high, there is no orderly shooting in rows, and there is no firepower advantage at all, and it is easy to form a firepower vacuum, but at this time there is no longer so much to care about.

The soldiers in front of them went up, and the one-time chaotic self-return fire did knock down a lot of Spaniards, but the follow-up fire vacuum killed a lot of people.

"Everyone quickens their pace and forms a queue!"

Burton drew soldiers from the south of the camp, then hastened the formation of two simple fire formations and began to return fire.

The sound of gunfire was incessant in the camp, disturbing many birds and beasts, and thousands of birds flew away in the whole jungle, and the beasts roared one after another.

"Help! I got shot, my leg ......"

"Quick, pull him back......"

A soldier collapsed on a wooden frame with his legs clutched, bullets flying above his head like the scythe of death.

"Shoot!"

They formed a heavy fire return, and at this time, two soldiers rushed forward and dragged back the wounded and screaming soldiers.

But this was only a brief counterattack, and more soldiers were killed directly by the bullets, and Burton glanced at the number of soldiers, and as far as he could see, there were less than a hundred.

In the short half-hour battle, more than two dozen soldiers had fallen under the enemy's guns and attacks.

The heavy fire of the Spaniards made Burton realize a problem, that is, the number of enemies was completely wrong, and the Spanish reinforcements had arrived!

"Betke, where the hell are the people you brought with you!"

The camp was not very large, and the smoke of the firefighting, mixed with the splashes of mud and shrapnel, made the camp chaotic.

Fidel looked at the stalemate and was a little dissatisfied, he felt that with his own numbers, he should crush these enemies in a short time, but the British were not as weak as he thought, but resisted to this day.

"Pull the cannon out of me!"

He stood on the high ground, overlooking the whole battle, as if he was out of the way.

The four soldiers dragged a cannon from the bottom of the hill, a cannon they had removed from the ship, and it was the killer weapon of this time.

Because of the hurry, they didn't carry much, only one, but now it was enough to influence the tide of the battle.

"Reload your ammo!"

The adjutant commanded from the sidelines, and then adjusted the angle of the cannon, about three hundred meters, to make sure that it did not fall on the heads of their own men.

"Fire!"

Rumble!

The fuse was ignited, and sixteen pounds of iron bullets erupted with a sound that resounded through the sky.

Click......

The wooden camp was as fragile as paper in the shells, and the iron bullets tumbled and broke a wooden outpost, causing the soldiers on it to fall and overwhelm many more.

"Stay out of the way!"

A soldier watched the collapsed post and shouted in despair because he had no room to hide.

"They've got cannon......s!

The soldiers relied on simple pyres for cover, but the enemy advanced in layers, making their space even smaller.

Wilson was hiding under the wooden wall to catch his breath, and they had been in the front line, losing ten sailors in the British counterattack, and even his own hat had disappeared from the bullets.

Quite a few Spaniards began to compress forward under the cover of firepower, because they knew that the white-knuckle battle was about to begin, and the British did not have much gunpowder left.

"Charge!"

A new charge was ordered, and the terrain and obstacles in the camp were too complicated, and they wanted to completely drive those British out of the camp.

The Spanish soldiers, mixed with pirates, began to run, and they needed to reach a new shooting location.

"Everyone, get ready!"

Burton looked at the rushing crowd without blinking an eye, even though he already knew he was running out of ammo.

The first echelon of firepower, consisting of thirty soldiers, stood there, looking at the approaching crowd, without panic, they were the most elite British Royal Navy soldiers.

The tent in the middle of the camp had long since been formed by the firing of bullets and artillery strikes, and the Spaniards lined up in a neat pace, and then stopped at a distance of less than twenty meters.

"Everyone, stop charging and raise your guns!"

Even though they had seen the British raise their muskets, they did not panic and obeyed the command.

The muzzle of the black hole was pointed at the Spaniards, who had reached the best range of fire at the moment.

"Fire!"

Burton shouted.

Bang bang bang......

Dense gunfire, accompanied by a large amount of gunsmoke, bullets hit the flesh, and a third of the Spaniards' charging soldiers fell in an instant, but they did not flinch at all, and the follow-up people filled the empty places, and then stared at these Englishmen.

"Ready...... Fire!"

The officer in charge of the command raised his scimitar and roared to give orders.

But this sound was all masked in the explosion of artillery.

Bang bang......

More gunfire and smoke echoed through the air, and Burton's men suffered heavy casualties, but they didn't back down.

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