"Bang, bang......"

A barrage of artillery slammed into the ground in the distance, splattering layers of blood-colored dirt.

The soldiers shouted bitterly,

They scurried in terror, and every now and then a cannonball would fall and smash their flesh and blood.

The artillery of the Ming army seems to be endless, and I can think that I can rush up between the bombardment of the Ming artillery.

Who would have thought that the artillery of the Ming army would be one after another,

The raw soldiers who were bombed screamed again and again,

"Don't retreat, dare to retreat!" Bolo shouted in rage.

A pro-soldier directly swung his knife to split a fleeing Bang Bang Ya soldier,

Two pieces of flesh fell into the mud, and blood stained the mud red.

The stunned and fleeing soldiers retreated one after another,

"Give me all charges," Blo's blood-red eyes stared at the fleeing soldiers,

The heart-rending roar couldn't hide the fear in his heart, and he was a little worried.

The soldiers who had just rushed into the city were blurred by the firecrackers, and the soldiers of the Ming army who were raining arrows dozens of steps away screamed again and again, and the Ming artillery in front of them was in chaos with the Bangbangya people who had long eyes and a bang.

As if the battlefield was being separated, each distance harvested the lives of his soldiers with different weapons.

On the castle tower, the Franc cannon, a rear-loading smoothbore cannon, fires non-stop.

It is special in that it is composed of a mother gun and a child gun, each of which has 5 to 9 child guns, which can be pre-loaded with ammunition for later use.

The caliber is small, and the gun body is equipped with a crosshair and a light door, which can aim and shoot at long-distance targets, and the loading speed is extremely fast.

It was the most important weapon of the Ming army in the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries.

"Put!"

The co-ordinator kept roaring, and one by one the black smoke was thrown, and then another one was filled into the mother's gun.

The Franco's cannons were fired one after another, which made the soldiers create the illusion that the Ming artillery was endless.

Fear is transmitted, especially on the battlefield,

The roar of artillery fire pierced the hearts of every soldier like thunder, and they had never seen such a battle.

But in front of him, these Borou soldiers stared at him fiercely and viciously,

These soldiers gritted their teeth and rushed forward again.

The artillery of the Ming army is terrifying, but it is better than being cut in half by one's own people.

Besides, although the cannon is loud, the shell will be halved as soon as it falls, and the momentum will not necessarily hit his head.

With a rattan shield on his head, the soldiers rushed towards Mingcheng with their lives,

Even if there is still a rain of arrows waiting for them through the artillery fire, these raw soldiers have no choice.

On the nearby heights, Colonel Gil'an was witnessing a massacre.

He frowned and looked at the soldiers who were slaughtered by the Ming army in the distance.

"Captain, do you want to put the grenadier company on the field?" Beside him, an adjutant couldn't stand it and said tentatively.

"No, not even if you let the grenadiers go up."

Gil'an was quite appreciative of the tactics of the Ming army,

The artillery bombarded the enemy troops in the rear continuously, and because the black powder was not powerful but its sound was like a huge thunder, it disrupted the movement of the soldiers in the rear.

Suppress the raw soldiers with the archers at medium and long ranges, and wait until the raw soldiers rush through the rain of arrows, and then use heavy arquebuses to hit the raw soldiers at close range.

Perfectly use all kinds of weapons at different distances on the battlefield to maximize the damage to the soldiers, and you can minimize your own losses.

Gil'an was interested in the Ming generals defending the city, and compared to the arrogant Filipino natives, the Ming soldiers in front of him obviously showed the qualities of a professional army.

"When the artillery is ready, directly bombard the opponent's artillery point." Officer Gil Ann ordered.

"Ahh

Shouting and screaming, rushing for his life,

From time to time, someone was knocked to the ground by a shell, but the artillery of the Ming army also needed an intermission, even the Franc cannon was no exception.

Soon, a large number of fresh soldiers in charge of the main attack broke through the battlefield bombarded by the artillery group and rushed into the midfield.

The soldiers in charge of the charge in front have almost cleaned up the arrows of the Ming army, and of course there are few left.

They rushed through the midfield and were about to rush to the city walls.

As long as you rush outside the city walls, you can live,

"General, Shengfan rushed to the moat in large numbers,"

Liu Yu was observing the form of the battlefield at all times, and the raw soldiers who had just rushed into the city were beaten by heavy arquebuses and fell to the ground dying, and at this moment another group of raw soldiers rushed over.

The firebolt needs to be reloaded, and there is a gap time, so the soldiers take advantage of this gap to wave their scimitars and drive the ladder forward.

"Rocket equipment," General Huang Liangji drank.

More than a dozen archers drew their bows, and they shot arrows one after another as their arrows were ignited.

The arrow shot into the moat impartially, and in an instant a shocking fire broke out in the moat.

A blazing wave of fire swept in, knocking the soldiers who were stepping on the planks to the ground.

"Ah,"

Dozens of soldiers who had just stepped on the planks and thought about the moat were swallowed up by the sudden flames.

The soldiers who were swept by the waves of fire also rolled on the ground in pain,

They are wearing rattan armor and holding rattan shields, and they are the most unsightly.

The Shengfan soldiers who finally rushed to the city again were in chaos, and the Shengfan soldiers who were engulfed in flames cried wolf howls, startling the nearby Shengfan soldiers to retreat again and again.

The moat had long been buried with oil and hay by the Ming army, and for a time the trench became a wall of fire, baking every soldier present.

"Archer, put."

Another round of arrows came,

The rate of fire of a bow and arrow is much faster than that of a cumbersome firebolt.

These days the Ming army produced a large number of arrows, although their quality is worse than the previous military arrows, but it is better than the quantity, and it is more than enough to deal with Shengfan.

A student finally escaped from the fire, and before he could rejoice for a while, the arrow shot directly through his chest,

He looked at the pierced rattan armor in disbelief, and before he could scream, an arrow shot into his throat again,

He fell whimpering, twitching on the ground, his hands stained with blood and dirt, trying to pull the arrow out of his throat, but his hands shook unobediently, and blood continued to spill from him.

Several soldiers rushed over him and ran towards the rear.

There is a fire in front, and there are Bolu's fierce and vicious personal soldiers in the back, and there are rain of arrows and lead bullets shot down by the Ming army from time to time above.

The poor Shengfan soldiers did not advance or retreat, and were harvested by the Ming army on that battlefield.

"Fight well, kill these soldiers."

Liu Yu's blood boiled when he saw the battlefield in front of him,

He can be described as ruthless to these raw soldiers.

When the Chinese were massacred in Luzon, the Bangbangya people and other natives waved butcher knives at the Han Chinese.

At that time, it was really a river of blood and a mountain of corpses.

Therefore, Liu Yu has no pity at this time,

They brought it all upon themselves.