Sun Ming and Meng Ting, who received the order, immediately began to lead the troops to shrink the encirclement, although there are still a lot of natives, but the modern muskets are too terrifying, semi-automatic rifles, as long as there are enough bullets, it is not a problem at all. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

And bullets, for Zhao Feng is nothing at all, the arsenal of the apocalyptic base is now bursting in capacity, and the production of bullets is nothing at all.

Therefore, every soldier carries white-haired bullets, although these bullets will affect their ability to move, after all, when marching and fighting, the more weight they bear, the more trouble. ，

However, these natives are just enough to threaten them, and under the attack from three sides, the way for the natives to retreat into the mountains and forests is completely blocked.

Under the ferocious threat of Sablin, the leaders of the rest of the tribes, although somewhat unwilling, were forced to rush towards the fortress together, in their opinion, the small fortress was only a few hundred people, and the army could kill them.

It's just that it is clear that the natives underestimated the degree of protection of the fortress and overestimated themselves.

On the mountain road, the mighty army of natives trampled the entire plain in front of the fortress into flat ground, and the dense natives gave people a huge psychological impact just by looking at it.

And Zhao Feng looked at these natives, but his face did not change color in the slightest, and he was extremely calm.

"Patriarch Sabrin, be careful of those Chinese firearms, their firearms are not trivial!"

A tribal patriarch said loudly that he was very reluctant to use his subordinates as cannon fodder.

"Patriarch Garbula, this is not what a warrior said, those damned Chinese, have already begun to try to build the city wall, once they are completed, then it will be even more difficult for us to deal with them, now is the best time, to kill these cowardly Chinese, not let them build a strong city!"

Salblin said righteously.

"But what about those murderous Chinese firearms?"

The Garbula patriarch hurriedly said that as a weak tribe, they had to rely on the Salbrin to survive, and without the help of the Salbulin tribe, they were afraid that it would be difficult for them to survive this winter.

"Hmph, it's just a Chinese firearm, we are all powerful warriors, pass the order, give me an attack on the Chinese fortress, pull out this nail, according to the news I got, where do the Chinese have a lot of food, a lot of supplies, get them Our entire tribe will have a perfect winter this year!"

Salblin said directly and brutally.

"Yes!"

The warriors around him, who had long been on fire, shouted excitedly when they heard Sablin's words.

"Warriors! Offensive! Kill those Chinese and rob them of their wealth and women! Victory is ours! ”

After resting in place for about half an hour, the native army that had come from afar had regained its strength, and Salblin gave the order.

Suddenly, the whole natives were boiling, and the houses were roaring.

"Kill! Kill all those Chinese! The natives shouted as they frantically charged towards the fortress.

Although these natives did not have any formation to speak of, they were in a mess, but they were very imposing, as if they were hunting wild beasts in the forest.

And Salblin looked at all this with satisfaction, and in his mind, those timid Chinese must have trembled with fear in the face of the charge of the brave native soldiers, and they would not dare to fight them at all! It is foreseeable that soon the native army will be able to defeat the timid Chinese, and then all the wealth here will be theirs!

Of course, he wants to destroy all the Chinese men and avenge his favorite youngest son, Balimble!

The wealth and women of the Chinese have stimulated these ignorant and fearless natives, and of course some natives seem to be afraid to come forward, these are the last rout, the natives who were frightened out of their courage, and the firearms of the Chinese made them a nightmare in their hearts!

"Kill!"

Tens of thousands of natives roared and rushed towards the fortress fiercely!

The charge of twenty or thirty thousand natives is actually very imposing, which makes Zhao Feng's national army in the fortress bear huge psychological pressure, but fortunately, this is not the first time they have faced such a scene, this time although the natives are more numerous and more brilliant, they still hold back the pressure in their hearts.

After going to the battlefield, their ability to resist pressure is naturally much stronger, and they believe that with the weapons in their hands, they can defeat these natives.

Compared with these armies, the Chinese in the city at this time were a little under great pressure, they knew the news of the natives approaching, and the fortress was not far from the city.

With the city that has not yet been fully built, it is still very difficult to resist tens of thousands of natives.

The old village chief Wang Yu was under great pressure in his heart, and his boss, Lin Fei, who was also an actual supporter of government affairs, was much calmer on the surface, but he was also extremely worried about whether he could resist the natives in this battle, you must know that there are more than 30,000 natives in these natives, and they are all young and strong.

"I don't know if I can resist it, so many natives, even the Spaniards and the Dutch, are difficult to fight with hundreds of people!"

There was a look of worry in Wang Yu's eyes, he was also a person who had been to Manila before, and he had personally seen the strength of the Western colonists, even these Western colonists might not be able to fight against these natives with hundreds of people, but could Zhao Feng?

"Mortar ready!"

Zhao Feng coldly gave an order, this time it was not to stop the natives, but to kill and injure the natives on a large scale, Sun Ming and Meng Ting had already shrunk the encirclement, and there was no need to worry about the large army of the natives, because of fear they fled into the mountains and forests.

Suddenly, when the distance between the natives was three kilometers, Zhao Feng had already ordered the mortar team to get ready, a total of ten mortars, and twenty people were specially used to operate, although they were not too skilled, but there was no problem with the launch.

Silently calculating the distance, holding the telescope in his hand, the black and thin faces of the natives like the bottom of the pot, Zhao Feng could already see clearly, he calculated coldly.

Finally, when the natives rushed into the two kilometers, Zhao Feng directly gave the order to open fire!

"Fire!"

Suddenly, ten mortars began to threaten!

"Boom! Rumble! Rumble! "Shells exploded in the midst of the indigenous army, shrapnel was everywhere, and lives were harvested wantonly. Many of the natives were hit by shrapnel and fell to the ground screaming, wailing like dying beasts.

The shells exploded, leaving gaps in the charging native army. However, the indigenous people who then flocked to the area filled the gap.

It's just that then there is another cannon sound, although the power of the mortar is not too great, but the amazing rate of fire makes up for this, and the fierce artillery fire is like the horn of Lei Gong, recklessly harvesting the lives of the natives!

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