After the Dutch were frustrated in a head-on engagement, they would shift their attack to the flanks of the town, which was in itself expected by the Haihan defenders, so Mushaber deployed scouts in advance in several areas on both flanks where it was easier to cross the river. Due to the geographical environment, it is unlikely that the Dutch will put a large army on the flanks, so they can only send small teams to find opportunities to harass them, which will not cause too much pressure on the defenders of the town. Mushaber didn't even put too much of the regular militia on the flanks, the north side was dominated by a mixed militia of Portuguese and local aborigines, and only one squad of the militia army was assigned to command and coordinate, while in the south there was a platoon of militia infantry and a few dozen local militiamen - occupying the advantage of weapons and geographical environment, such an arrangement should be enough to cope with three or four times the attacking force.

The other route to the north of the town was obviously more difficult than Van Longen, where it took them twice as long to reach their predetermined position as a large swamp, and there was only relatively low bush on this side, and there was no dense forest on the southern Van Longen route to hide their tracks, and they had already been spotted by the scouts on the roof of the house when they were still a hundred meters from the stream on the outskirts of the town.

But Brouwer's idea was more optimistic than Van Longen's, and the stream, although a bit of a road, was fortunately not deep enough to be crossed. The town on the other side of the stream obviously did not have heavy fire positions such as gun emplacements, and the infantry should still have a chance to storm the town when they charged. That is, of course, if Spikes' frontal offensive is enough to attract the attention of his opponent. As agreed before departure, Brouwer sent a messenger back to the port to inform Spikes of the situation in the north.

However, due to the delay on Broward's side, Spikes finally fired the first shot of the second offensive at three o'clock in the afternoon. The Dutch learned the lesson of the morning, moved the artillery position back some distance, and temporarily erected a mound in front of the gun emplacement to resist the second blow of the opponent's shells after they landed, and even the Overseers consciously retreated to a relatively safe distance.

Despite the measures taken by the Dutch, it was they who suffered the first defeat. The range of the naval guns used to recharge the Dutch positions was relatively close, and the hit rate of the retreat was a new low, while the range of the Haihan artillery was all more than one mile, and the retreat of the Dutch positions for a few tens of meters did not change the status quo that they were still in the effective strike range of the Haihan artillery, and the one-sided situation was even stricter than in the morning.

Of course, Spikes didn't expect to defeat his opponent with artillery fire, and he still pinned his hopes on the two teams that were attacking the town from the north and south. If Van Longen and Browwer manage to get in and cause chaos, Spikes will have a chance to break through the opponent's defenses from the front.

However, the course of events was completely different from what the Dutch had in mind, and Van Longen commanded his men to rush out of the dense forest and into the stream, and when they were halfway there, they suddenly found a row of gun barrels sticking out of the edge of the roof opposite, at least thirty or forty guns.

Fan Longen immediately felt a chill in his heart, and he didn't even have time to greet the others, so he immediately turned back to drill into the forest. A burst of gunfire rang out behind him, followed by screams, and Van Longen didn't dare to stop and turn his head to look at the situation behind him, and went straight to the wooded place.

The Haihan defenders carried out three rounds of gun fire at the commanding heights, and seven or eight out of ten of the Dutch mercenaries who tried to force their way across the creek were knocked over in the water and on the riverbank.

Van Longen ran in the forest for a long time in a state of panic before he stopped, gasping for breath, he looked back at the several equally frightened remnants of the soldiers who followed him, and sat weakly on the ground. From launching the attack to being frustrated and escaping, it was actually only a matter of a minute or two, but Van Longen felt that he had gone from life to death, and from death to life.

Despite the failure of the operation, Van Longen was glad that he was able to save his life, and as for the results...... After all, there is no way to force this, and Van Longen can only hope that the offensive in the other two directions can be fruitful. Maybe Brower will go all the way?

Van Longen sat on the ground and rested for a while, and when his breath calmed down, he patted his ass and got up to go back to his life. At this time, he found that his personal firearm did not know when it had fallen. But he didn't dare to go back and look for it himself, so he assigned two of his men to follow the route they had just fled.

The two subordinates stepped on the **** with an expression on their faces, and they went very unwillingly. But after a while, the two of them ran back with a loud cry, their expressions like they had seen a ghost. Van Longen shouted, "Don't panic! what's going on?"

One of them replied, "Enemy...... The enemy has crossed the creek and is already searching this way!"

"How many are there?" Van Longen asked sharply.

"About ...... About a hundred...... "The men replied tremblingly.

"Withdraw!" Van Longen immediately made a decision without the slightest hesitation. With the current manpower, it is certainly impossible to stop the opponent's search, and the only thing that can be done is to rush back and inform Spikes so that he can be wary of the enemy's counterattack.

With the pursuers behind, the body seemed to recover a lot, and the group stumbled back to the Dutch position near the port. When Spikes saw them like this, he had already guessed the result: "Defeated?"

"There were a lot of musketeers on the enemy...... Laid out on the south side...... They have left the town and are chasing after them from the woods!" Van Longen did not bother to recount his defeat, and first informed Spikes of the warning of the enemy's attack: "Listen, we had better retreat as much as we can, and retreat to the sea!"

Spikes hesitated and said, "But there's no news from Brower yet......"

"Brouwer may not be able to come back!" Van Longen interrupted Spikes excitedly, "The enemy has been digging holes for us to jump on! They are just waiting for us to attack so that they can kill our soldiers at closer range!

Spikes hesitated, then shook his head and said, "No, we can't leave our own people alone. ”

Van Longen was silent for a moment, and then spoke: "Then I will apply to go to the port so that the ships can prepare to sail first, and if the war is unfavorable, at least we can have time to retreat." ”

"Yes, you can go. Remember to arrange for someone to carry the ammunition from the troop carrier to your ship first!" The damage to the two troop carriers was relatively severe, and if the next shape really deteriorated to the point that they had to retreat to the sea, then they could only abandon the two troop carriers for the time being.

After Van Longen hurried away, Spikes looked gloomily at his opponent's position. The shelling was halted before Van Longen could flee back, for the artillery on the Dutch positions was almost entirely ploughed by the enemy's shells, and the dozens of surviving gunners said that they would say nothing more to come forward and withstand such one-sided shelling.

Although news from the north has not yet arrived, with Van Longen as a lesson from the past, Spikes is not very optimistic about Brower's success along the way. However, despite the fact that the tide of the battle was clear, the opponent did not rush out of town to pursue him, which Spikes did not think was a normal phenomenon. In fact, he still hopes that his opponent can use his own musket array to wrestle his wrist again, and admitting defeat like this really makes him feel very unwilling.

Ten minutes later, the first man to flee from the north appeared on Dutch positions, and the news he brought back made Spikes's heart strain again.

The team led by Brauvaux was also sniped by a large number of musketeers when they attacked, and Brauvo himself was not as lucky as Van Longen, he was shot and fell on the spot.

Of course, the fleeing soldiers did not throw him down directly, but still dragged him out of the battlefield, and then several people took turns carrying him back, and the person who ran at the front to report the news was to make sure that the position on this side could quickly prepare medical and first aid measures.

But the Dutch really didn't have any good first aid, and for external injuries, the only thing the military doctor could use was a strip of cloth boiled in boiling water and a few rudimentary surgical tools.

A few minutes later, Brower was finally carried out of the woods and appeared in front of Spikes. He was shot in the right chest, but because Brouwer was wearing leather armor, the bullet did not penetrate his body directly, but stuck somewhere in his body. The injury to his lungs, combined with the bumps along the way, caused him to cough up blood from his mouth, and Spikes was already pale and speechless when he saw him.

Although the two had a lot of disagreements and even had some arguments during this mission, seeing that his colleague was seriously injured, Spikes was inevitably a little sad and ordered the military doctor to hurry up and treat him.

However, the ability of military doctors is also very limited, and even professionals such as Morgan and Johnson have to be very cautious to perform thoracic surgery to remove bullets from the lobes of the lungs in this environment, and Brouwer's injuries have not been treated in a timely and effective manner.

Before the medic could remove the bullet, Brouwer burped from excessive blood loss. At this point, there would be no morale to force the troops to continue fighting, and Spikes gave the order with a blushing face, telling all men to retreat immediately in the direction of the harbor - while the opponent did not have time to pursue, it was only right to withdraw to the sea as Van Longen had built.

However, things still did not go according to the rhythm he had expected, and just as the soldiers began to withdraw, the defenders of the distant town finally showed their hideous side and began to attack in formation.

Although the positions of the two sides were nearly a mile apart, the pressure of the opponent's attack immediately caused confusion among the Dutch soldiers, some tried to return to their positions to stop the enemy, while others panicked and tried to get to the dock to board the ship, and the ranks were immediately disorganized.

A mile may seem like a long way, but at the normal pace of a march, it's actually only a few minutes away. Spikes, of course, knew that his condition was no longer suitable for high-intensity fighting, and could only shout for the chaotic team to retreat to the port.

At this time, the sporadic appearance of rival musketeers in the woods from the north and south also made the Dutch even more panicked, and more people gave up the idea of holding on to the spot and began to flee to the harbor regardless of it. However, they didn't know that there were not many Haihan soldiers who came out of the dense forests on the north and south roads, and many of them were local militiamen, and their combat effectiveness was not the same thing as the regular militia army.

But once such a thing as a battlefield rout occurs, it is difficult to rely on the ability of individual commanders to turn the tide. Spikes had no better way to deal with such a scene, and fled to the harbor surrounded by several guards.

"The Dutchman has fled!" Mushaber finally returned to his stomach after seeing the scene through his binoculars. Although the scale of the two-day battle was not large, and the battle situation could not be said to be very tragic, it was indeed a big test for the troops defending the island. Able to quickly turn his form from the defeat in the initial engagement, and give the Dutch a head-on blow in the second line of defence, Mushaber believes that he still played the level of command he deserved.

However, Mushaber did not intend to let the Dutch go so easily, and the reason why he wanted to seize the opportunity of the Dutch's retreat to push his troops out was to let them leave a little price before leaving.

By the time the Haihan troops reached the port, two Dutch sailing ships had already left the dock first, but about 200 Dutch were still boarding in a hurry. The militia soldiers unhurriedly lined up in a wheel-firing formation 100 meters away, and then began firing at the few sailboats and people on the shore who were still parked on the pier.

The panicked and crowded crowd was a completely defenseless target, with a rotation of shots every twenty seconds knocking down several people, while only a handful of those on the Dutch side who had already reached the deck could afford to organize a weak counterattack. But this sporadic firing soon summoned at least two platoons of muskets to set fire, and then there was no follow-up.

The sailors on the ship had no time to untie the cables, so they panicked and cut the cables directly with their knives, and some of the people who did not have time to board the ship could only cling to the rope nets outside the ship, but many of them were hit by lead bullets from the back and fell into the sea before climbing onto the ship's side.