The head-to-head confrontation in the camp was in full swing, but at this moment, Lord Bettek attacked the camp of the Spaniards.

Those Spaniards almost poured out, and the entire camp was left with a dozen or so people left, and they collapsed in an instant under the impact of a group of cavalry, and no one thought that there would be a team of cavalry here.

Bertke's team carried a large amount of baggage, and when Burton left with the first forward force, he took advantage of the convenience of the directors of the East India Company to draw three battleships from the East India Company to support him, bringing more supplies.

The Spaniards were a nuisance, and he had the same idea as Burton, to take out the Spaniards with his firepower advantage first, and then he would be able to do a good job.

Six guns were drawn by war horses, but the road was really not easy to walk, which slowed down the speed of the march, but finally reached the destination when the frontal battle began.

On the hill next to the Spanish camp, you can just see every move of the war with a good view, the war has entered the stage of hand-to-hand combat, countless soldiers with the bayonets on their spears fiercely plunged into the enemy's chest, representing that the British red uniform has become less and less.

"It's a step too late!"

Bettek put away his binoculars and looked at the war over there, which was simply out of range from the artillery, and the only thing he could support now was his cavalry force of thirty men.

Burton was the son of Duke Strange, and his importance was self-evident, and it would be a disaster for the Duke to know that Burton had died at the hands of the Spaniards because of his unfavorable support.

Time was running out, watching as the soldiers gradually filled the entire camp.

"Brigadier General Burton's soldiers are engaged in a head-on exchange of fire with the enemy, we don't have time to rest, the cavalry units go up to support first!"

Yesterday afternoon, they caught a soldier who had escaped from the Spanish camp, and from the deserter's mouth, they pry open a lot of useful information, including the early morning attack.

They had taken great risks and hurried through the night, the cavalry were fine, the infantry were very tired, and from yesterday afternoon to the present they had only simple dry rations to fill their stomachs.

A Spanish deserter, Colonel Fidel, of course, did not take it seriously, and in this jungle, at any moment a soldier could go missing, fall into the water, and encounter a beast of prey.

Along the way, the number of soldiers who disappeared for no reason has reached seven, but it is this soldier who has created a variable for his plan.

"The number of enemies is only two hundred, far from our opponents, you are the most elite soldiers of the British Empire, kill them!"

The adjutant shouted morale boosts until the soldiers reinvigorate their spirits.

A large number of soldiers began to run along the mountain road, towards the frontal battlefield, they were a little tired, but as long as they still had the strength to shoot, they continued to fight.

Here Betek stopped, watching his most elite cavalry unit go away, with the artillery pushed by the soldiers and pulled by horses.

If possible, the artillery units were able to support the cavalry attack and inflict a hard blow on the back of the Spaniards.

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At this time, Burton was already a little embarrassed, and the smoke of gunpowder blinded his eyes, and he couldn't help but want to shed tears.

The war has entered a white-hot level, there is no skill, only swords against each other, flesh and blood flying.

The battlefield was full of blood and the screams of the soldiers, but Burton did not move, but continued to give orders.

"Hold on to the soldiers, we have no way out, fight to the last man!"

"Stand back!" the musketeers raise their guns...... Fire!"

"Go up, go up again......"

The last bullets had been gone, they had retreated to the point where there was no way back, and behind them was the last fence, and when they left here, they were empty river beaches.

The sailors of the Jackdaw, who had suffered heavy casualties and even a nervous breakdown, had not fought against the Spaniards, and had fought bravely and tenaciously when they captured the cruiser.

However, they had never seen a real land war, and the way in which they fought with guns pointed at them, could not dodge, and lined up strictly according to orders, attacking the enemy, almost destroyed all the bottom lines of their hearts.

From this moment on, they finally realized that the difference between the soldiers of the navy and the merchant ships, even the sailors of the privateers, was not how strong their combat effectiveness was, nor how powerful their battle formations were, but that they could still hold their chests up and raise their guns indifferently when facing the muzzle of the gun.

Because of this weak will to fight, the sailors of the Jackdaw eventually had to withdraw as the last melee force.

There are not many men left, and after entering the close war, Burton's soldiers, plus these sailors, add up to less than forty people, and people are constantly falling every minute, this is war.

The battle seemed to have aroused the will of many British soldiers and sailors to fight to the death, and in the midst of the rain of bullets, the brigadier general did not give the order to surrender, and no one could survive the enemy's guns.

They repelled another enemy attack, but this time, they had withdrawn to the outside of the low wall, taking a brief breath.

"General, we can't fight any more, our people will be empty......"

One of the lieutenants, whose face was covered in blood, and who did not know whether it was the enemy or his own, leaned against the back of the low wall, and his speech was a little weak.

"Lieutenant, have you ever seen a surrendered British general?"

"No, sir!"

"So I won't be the first, and I can't give up El Dorado to these Spaniards, we can lose or we can die, but before that, we have to bite off a piece of flesh on the enemy, and let our support troops completely crush this enemy. ”

Boom Boom!

Dense shelling rang out, flying over an unknown distance, splashing fire and smoke on the ground, and then catapulting fiercely, cutting off the head of a Spanish soldier and knocking a large number of soldiers away.

"Where did the shelling come from!" Fidel looked behind him and raised his binoculars to find the source of the shelling.

His hands trembled a little, and he even dripped two drops of cold sweat from his head, because the shell slipped past him, less than half a meter.

The wind from the cannonballs seemed to slap him in the face, and the roar was piercing, and he could only be attributed to God's favor to keep him alive.

But before he could find the source of the shelling, the cavalry was rapidly approaching to the rumble of horses' hooves, and he did not have time to organize a volley of fire for defense. , you are lonely, the young lady warms you with a movie

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